The tomb was already dull and silent, so that his voice was particularly abrupt, and after the last word was spoken, it seemed that the tomb became even quieter.

Lao Du knocked on the coffin lid again, triumphantly.

Maozi walked over with pouting, no longer hesitated, and planned to remove the coffin lid with him.

At this moment, the two of them suddenly heard a vague answer from under the coffin lid: "Well, I heard it."

Probably woke up from a long slumber, the voice was low, hoarse, and with a natural clarity, like a sword blade slowly drawn out from a rusted scabbard for a long time.

Lao Du sucked in a breath of cold air, and he stopped moving for a moment.

The candle flickered, and only two figures were cast on the stone wall, nothing else.

He asked suspiciously, "Maozi, were you talking just now?"

Maozi shook his head with difficulty, his face pale: "No, it's not me..."

One of them is young and the other is old, but the one who speaks seems to be a young man...

The eyes of the two of them staring at each other slowly widened, the hairs on their backs stood up, and they all looked at the coffin lid under their hands.

It was at this moment that the originally stable lid of the coffin moved suddenly, as if it had been pushed against the head by something.

Maozi exclaimed, and hurriedly retracted his hands.

"Hold down!" Old Du was well-informed and thought it was probably a corpse deception.

But the movement of the coffin lid was getting bigger and bigger, and it was stubbornly lifted up. Mao Zi was lying on it half-pulled, panting from exhaustion: "The coffin board can't hold it anymore... what should I do?"

Lao Du's face was sinking like water, and he took out the black donkey's hoof from his pocket with one hand. If the "thing" inside broke out, he would use this to say hello.

But before he could set up his posture, the "thing" inside seemed to be impatient. With a violent push, the lid of the coffin was instantly lifted.

It was filled with liquid that don't know if it was water or what, and it also splashed around as the coffin lid was opened.

The candle flame was instantly extinguished by the splash of water.

The two of them lost their minds, and they cried and howled in the dark tomb.

A cold wind blew quickly, and it seemed that a wet figure came out. Lao Du and Mao Zi panicked, but in their rush, they either bumped into the stone wall or collided with each other, and they couldn't find an exit for a while.

Maozi cried: "Thank you, Grandpa, thank God! Forgive me..."

After being yelled at by him, Lao Du calmed down instead, "Don't panic, look, there's no movement."

Maozi listened.

Really, the wind and the shadows are gone.

He wiped his eyes, and bravely walked up to the coffin with Lao Du to see it. It was empty, only full of water.

The corpse is gone.

Lao Du covered Maozi's mouth that was about to scream again, and looked around, but there was nothing.

Water traces spread out from the side of the coffin, leading directly to the depths of the dug tunnel.

Lao Du opened his eyes wide and said to Mao Zi, "The corpse, run, run..."

Maozi nodded vigorously under his hands, his eyes bigger than his.

After a year of hard work, seeing that the million-dollar reward is easy to come by, now it's all in vain.

Not only that, the gold masters with great powers behind them will definitely not let them go.

Mao Zi took off his hand and cried and said, "Old Du, what should we do, is Xie Zhenren dead or not?"

Old Du originally wanted to go and look for it, but when he looked at the meandering water traces in the ground, he immediately shrank back.

Uncertain future.

If Xie Zhiwei is a dead person, then he has become a corpse now, is the one million reward worth their lives?

If he was alive, it would be even more dangerous. With such a secret on his body, he definitely didn't want people to know that he was not dead.

But it's not reconciled to ask him to let his hard work for a year be in vain.

Lao Du was a little anxious, and circled around the coffin, looking at the bright water inside, and suddenly stopped.

Taking courage, he reached in and dipped a little out.

Maozi looked at his movements: "difficult...isn't it just ordinary water?"

Lao Du didn't answer, he put his finger under his nose and sniffed hard for a while, his brows gradually loosened: "This seems to be..."

The rain is still falling, but it has come to an end, and it is not climatic.

A figure pushed the door and looked out, his eyes a little dull.

"Strange... I didn't get in the rain, why did I get soaked?"

He took a step back and wanted to go in and sit down and think slowly, but he stumbled over the threshold and fell on his back, slamming the back of his head on the green brick floor.

"Ah... lie in a trough!"

"Ding"

A shrill alarm sounded in his mind, causing him to sit up in shock.

"Reminder, swearing is not in line with Xie Zhiwei's character, and it will be banned for one day."

"Hey, wait..."

Xie Zhiwei's half-open mouth suddenly closed tightly, as if it was stuck with glue and could not be opened again.

He has always banned spells for others, and this time he finally tasted the pain.

But at the same time, his muddy memory finally came back to its place.

He didn't have time to care about anything else, so he sighed and rummaged through the hut quickly. He found two clothes and a handful of silver. When he was about to go out, he took the oil-paper umbrella that was leaning against the foot of the bed.

Running in the rain, he didn't turn on the system until he left the village.

The grass python hero yawned and came up, "Idol, you're awake, isn't it cool after sleeping for so long?"

Xie Zhiwei sneered: "Shuang Maoxian is cool, do you want to bring the poisonous "" medicine from Bai Jian and try it salty?"

"Hey hey hey, idol, not all good things have to be shared."

Xie Zhiwei gritted his teeth: "You have to write this tragic situation of poisonous hair in the text early in the morning, and labor and management will never accept this plot! I thought it was enough to pretend, but it turned out to be really dead, your grandfather's promised life extension spirit The fountain!!!"

Chapter 52 Backtracking

"Idol, I have a bold idea..."

"Say."

"Your role is too important. The original work died so early, and it will always live in the heart of the male protagonist. Now that you are alive, the male protagonist's dependence on you is too deep, which has had a great impact on his body and mind, making him Acts that deviate from the original plot setting."

"Nonsense, of course I know, what to do now."

"The bold idea is, idol, you die once."

"..."

"Idol? Isn't this plan so good that it leaves you speechless?"

"Ha ha."

"Look, you laughed, you must have admired my creativity. When the Demon Sect kicked off, you killed the enemy with all your strength and killed yourself. Not only could you grab the biggest limelight in the audience, but it could also be remembered by the male protagonist. It's even more profound, making it famous in the entire cultivation world!"

"Brother, house, well."

——The above is the bad idea of ​​the grass python hero.

Xie Zhiwei still remembered the situation when he was dismissive and rejected.

It's cool to grab a show, but Xie Zhiwei keeps his bottom line in mind, that is, he must never receive a box lunch. Otherwise, he risked his life in order to hide from the crew, and it would have become a farce.

Anyway, it's a death sooner or later, what are you tossing about?

But the grass python hero knows it well, and he can say anything at all. What "the male protagonist deviates from the plot, this article has no meaning of existence", "You are not really dead, don't you still have a spiritual spring", "It's just pretending, When that time comes, it will be so cool for you to be alive and play dead scenes, and then you will come back to the arena of mighty domineering "and so on."