Otherworldly Merchant

I can't explain to the old man why a big hero dies and becomes a demon, something that doesn't seem reasonable, but it does happen. After all, after a long time in the sand, tens of millions of bloodstained generals are much heavier than ordinary people and are more susceptible to corpses.

After listening to this story, I became more determined to go into the mountains. Leaving this business alone, finding zombie teeth is enough to satisfy me for the rest of my life, and this sense of accomplishment cannot be bought at any cost.

The old man saw us insisting on climbing the mountain, blushing in a hurry, stopping us from going out at the door.

I talked to Li Mazi in a good way. Finally, Li Mazi had a temper and had to break in!

How can an elderly man in his seventies stop a grown man? Shortly after, the old man was put out by Li Mazi and Mr. Bai.

I bowed deeply to the old man and expressed my apologies.

I thought this would be over, who knew that the old man was laying on his neck with an ax of wood chopping next to him.

“Do not move any of you, General Sinh Green, or I will die for you!” The old man was more excited than he was scratching his neck.

I was in a hurry. I thought, "Don't get a zombie tooth. I made a scene. I repeatedly promised not to go into the mountains today. I told him to put the axe down."

Who knows how stubborn an old man is, he just doesn't agree to put down his axe, and he overhears what he says when he ignores people...

Eventually, the three of us agreed to return to the house, so he could safely remove the axe from his neck and lock the door with a click.

Li Mazi gave me and Mr. Bai a look, meaning to uniform him now.

I pressed Li Mazi's shoulder and his mouth nudged the old man's hand. Although he removed the ax from his neck, the hand still held the ax. If we rushed past him, he would wipe his neck for minutes, and no one would ever get away with it. He might have to be convicted of intentional homicide!

The fierce reaction of the old man reminded me that he may be a descendant of Sinh Green Qin. So it makes sense that he's forced to die. Who can't rush to destroy his ancestors? It is also normal for old people to behave in this way.

The old man stood face to face with an axe, and the house fell into a dead silence.

Li Mazi was impatient, smoked a cigarette and smoked two bites, his eyebrows wrinkled into a 'river’ word, and he asked unfriendly: “Old man, what does this Sin Green Qin have to do with you after a hundred or two years of death? Are you protecting him like this? ”

The old man swept the eyes of the three of us and sighed softly, telling us the century-old secret of a family.

The old man told us that he had a good friend who had grown up together since childhood, named Bai, and that the ancestor had been disparaged by the Empress Cixi to the princess Mausoleum to guard the tomb of the monk king, that is, the tomb of General Sinh Green Qin.

Due to three years of natural disasters and many other reasons, the friend named Bai left the Princess Mausoleum and moved elsewhere. When he left, he made a gentleman's agreement with the old man. During his absence, he hoped that the old man would help to guard the monk's tomb!

For decades, the elderly kept this promise, and one lived in a cabin in the woods guarding the tomb of the monk king.

I was moved by the great spirit of the old man, and at the same time I remembered a poem in Li Bai's "The Warrior's Walk": three cups of spitting noise, and five yues fell lightly.

I found myself really witnessing many wonderful things about the Chinese nation from the south to the north. Compared to the old animals who touch porcelain everywhere and rely on old people, the old people in front of them are simply not awesome!

However, the words of the elderly also put me in a dilemma. Failure to enter the tomb of the monk meant not getting the zombie teeth. This business even made soup; and entering the tomb of the monk king, destroying the remains of General Sinh Green, broke the old man's heart.

Left thinking right, I didn't come up with a good idea either, so I stuffy my head and smoked.

Suddenly, Boss Bai asked softly: "Old man, dare to ask your friend with the white name? Where did the family move to? ”

The old man's bar tapped and smoked a dry smoke: “The friend's name is Bai Zhenyuan. It looks like their house has moved to the south. I don't know exactly where it is. It wasn't like having a mobile phone with internet at the moment. ”

I noticed that when the old man said the word 'White Exhibition Dollar’, Boss White's pupil quickly amplified due to surprise, but quickly returned to calm.

Li Mazi opened his mouth and tried to persuade the old man to stop him. After all these years of friends, I know Li Mazi too well. He must have kept his mouth shut for so long. Find an old widow to marry or something.

You know, with the character of an old man, you will keep your promises until you die. This is the Chinese temper!

Long ago, Boss Bai sighed softly: “Old man, I am the grandson of Bai Xuan Yuan. ”

The phrase seemed like a heavy bomb and instantly broke the silence on the scene. The old man raised his head unbelievably and looked at the white boss, his eyes as if they were looking at his own grandchildren.

He stared at Mr. White and blushed.

Li Mazi laughed, “Hey, old man, now you don't have to carry an ax to find him? Let go of the burden and follow Mr. Bai out to enjoy Qingfu! ”

“Wait, how can you prove you're Baek Xuan's grandson?” The elderly obviously remain somewhat vigilant, but this is also a common sentiment.

Without saying anything, Mr. Bai immediately took out his phone. Turns out Mr. Bai's phone screen saver was actually his grandfather's photo.

The old man picked up his phone, raised his head over it, and looked at it carefully for a few minutes before he said excitedly: "Yes, yes, that's him, that's him! ”