He was disgusted in his mouth, but he was actually a little moved.

Anyway, Mozong still has a year to play in the gym, so he can be happy for a while and do something meaningful at the same time.

For example, brush up on the male protagonist's favor, stop alienating him, and beware of him becoming dependent on himself.

Another example is to walk around and find a feng shui treasure to explain that Chu Zhi is burying himself.

Unexpectedly, the domino effect is too powerful.

He took the seat of the city master of the supreme city and offended Bai Jianzhan → Bai Jianzian found Mozong at the end of the road → Qiu Chongyun appeared in advance → Mozong kicked the hall in advance, everything came too fast, he didn't even have time to discuss with the grass python hero, just He hurriedly died.

He was very satisfied with his on-the-spot performance of the scene, and the panicked look of the male protagonist made him feel relieved. At that time, I didn't forget to remind the male protagonist not to eat fish and shrimp because of allergies, which made him feel good. In this way, after he dies, the male protagonist will be more sad and hate the murderer than in the original book.

...and feel a little guilty to think about it.

But there is no way, only in this way can the male protagonist make a firm dialogue and take action, and embark on a blackened road of no return.

But he never imagined that the feeling of the poison piercing his heart and lungs in his stomach was real.

Just when he thought he was about to die of pain and vomiting blood, he really died...

In the past life, used life to refuse the show, and in this life used life to grab the show. What kind of thing is this?

The grass python hero flattered: "Idol, you can't say that, you were in such a hurry to die at the time, and I was still sleeping... After waking up, you were all dead, and it was too late to continue your life. But this spiritual spring is rare. Even if the emperor wants something, you only get a few drops after searching all over the world, but I took a coffin full of you and soaked you for four years, finally..."

"Wait, how long?" Xie Zhiwei was taken aback, "Four years?"

"Cough cough... yes, yes..."

"WTF??? You took labor offline for four years!!!"

"Who taught you to die without waiting for me to get up and brush my teeth... No matter how good Lingquan is, you can't jump out of the setting of the plot. The original work is written for a year, and if you come back from the dead, you need to be completely submerged for four years. A good setting is four years, if it is four hundred years, it is estimated that when you wake up, the male protagonist has already gone to battle the sea of ​​stars..."

Xie Zhiwei listened to what he said was quite reasonable, and couldn't help but explode: "Why are you making so many broken settings!"

The grass python hero became serious: "I am a logical author. Except for the male protagonist, I can't do anything every day. If Lingquan is too good and someone else has it, why don't you compare it to the male protagonist?"

Xie Zhiwei was stunned. He felt that he couldn't talk about life with an author who was suffering from snake essence and mild pain, and he couldn't rely on him for the plot in the future.

——He worked so hard for his life, and he had to brush his teeth and come back to the blood again, and there was no one left.

Xie Zhiwei gritted his teeth and hung up the system.

Fortunately, it is only four years. The plot of the original book will not end until five years later, and the world can catch up with the main plot in one year.

However, the grass python hero has something to say, his appearance affects the male protagonist and the plot.

Then he has been dead for so long, the male protagonist should also straighten the plot.

It was quite a distance from Yujing Daozong, Xie Zhiwei resisted the desire to turn back and take a look, and walked alone along the mountain road.

On the way, he sorted out the possibility of the plot and his current tasks.

The first is to inquire about the current situation of the male protagonist and the degree of blackening.

It has to be said that Xie Zhiwei stood up for four years in one breath, making up for the sleep he hadn't slept enough in his previous life. It would have been a bit dazed when he woke up, but now he's so awake that he can't wake up.

He deeply regretted that he had robbed Mozong of kicking the pavilion on the spur of the moment. Now he is dead, buried and buried. Daozong has passed his death four times for him, and now tomb robbers are gathering to dig his grave.

But after making a fuss, he stood here in good condition, safe and sound, and even after soaking in the spiritual spring for four years, he was still white and tender.

If the people who were sad and worried for him knew, wouldn't they want to slash him with a knife and let him lie down again?

Thinking of this, Xie Zhiwei jumped, did not go forward, and rushed back to the hut with spiritual energy.

Candles were lit in the hut, and the windows were bright.

The silhouettes of the two people gathered together, whispering something together.

There were several large plane trees outside the house, Xie Zhiwei was standing on top of it, and the lush foliage just covered his figure. He used his spiritual power to dry his clothes while listening to the movement.

"Lao Du, you, are you really going to do this?"

"Or else? Xie Zhiwei lives and sees no dead or dead. Let's just explain what happened tonight. Can the gold master believe it? That Lingquan is a good thing of the top grade. There is no one now. Let's get some out and exchange money. , fleeing to the ends of the earth, more than a few years ago."

"..."

"Liang Xiaofeijunzi, you don't want me to do it."

"I-I do too!"

The two hit it off, and they took the bottles and jars and drilled into the tunnel.

Lao Du suddenly looked into the room and said, "No, I remember when I came today, I threw my umbrella by the bed, how could it be gone?"

Maozi pointed at the cabinet and shouted, "Look at the cabinet door is also open, it seems that there are some clothes missing."

Lao Du stepped forward quickly, and flipped through the inside of the cabinet with his specialty.

The two looked at each other in panic, and before they could open their mouths to speak, a gust of wind suddenly hit, and the candles lit all over the room went out.

Mao Zi suddenly let out a whimper, and Lao Du dragged him: "Don't make any noise."

In the darkness, the two of them opened their eyes wide and heard the door latch slowly pull out by itself, and then the two doors seemed to be pushed open by a swift gust of wind, knocking against the wall with a startling sound.

Mao Zi was shivering and could no longer make a sound, Lao Du was still calm, and shouted to the door: "Who is it?"

In the center of the two swinging doors, a figure in a Taoist robe slowly descended from the sky.

Amidst the wind ravaged by the wind, it seemed that he was the only one in another world, and even the slightest strands of hair remained motionless all over his body.

Mao Zi covered his eyes, looked through his fingers, and stammered: "Thank... Xie, Xie Zhenren?"

The man said at the door: "Exactly."

This voice was very similar to the sentence that came out of the coffin, but it lacked the drowsy low-pitchedness.

Mao Zi immediately fell to the ground and waved his hands hastily: "It's none of my business, we're just doing things with money... Now we've only received a deposit, not much money! We don't know who the employer is, he never You are willing to show your face, Xie Zhenren, you can spare the little one, the little one will never dare."

A response came from the door: "That's the case, if you don't pursue it, the two of you can seal the tomb as it is."

Maozi said repeatedly: "Little one, remember, remember."

After observing for a long time, Lao Du gathered up his courage and asked, "You...are you a human or a ghost?"

Xie Zhiwei said deliberately: "I don't know the poor way."

"what?"

Lao Du was the first to question: "Aren't you dead? It's been four years."

Xie Zhiwei stood at the door and didn't go in, leaving only an immortal figure for the two of them.But he shook his head and sighed, and said sadly: "Most of the poor people have soared."

There was a sound of cold air coming from the room.

Xie Zhiwei said in a slow nonsense, "I've been practicing for so many years, how can ordinary people be poisoned? It's because of Heaven's mercy that I was given Lingquan to help me soar."

Mao Zi immediately put his hands together, and said something in his mouth: "That's good, that's good, anything is fine, as long as it's not a ghost..."