Tomb Robbery: Successor to the King, starting in Yunnan Worm Valley

Chapter 334 Fatty’s Experience

At this age, Meili is the time when she looks forward to the outside world the most.

When someone was fifteen or sixteen years old, he never thought about lying down and staying at home for the rest of his life, doing the same thing.

My heart is full of stars and sea.

Meimei'er had a rough life since she was a child. She became sensible early and was smart. Following Li, she also heard a lot of legends about the outside world.

Pinqi Li was originally a person from the world of martial arts, traveling all over half of the country.

She couldn't bear to have such a lively person like Yao Meier spend her whole life looking at grocery stores on the street and selling dragons and hand-copied goods.

But after all, my sister couldn't let go of her grandfather.

"Then I won't go either, I'm worried..."

"You're worried about a hammer!" Pinqi Li was really anxious.

The old man has been around all his life and is very good at judging people.

I know that Wang Ye and others are definitely not ordinary people.

For Mo Meier, this is an opportunity.

Go out, maybe the sea and the sky will be brighter.

"I'm not dead yet. I can cook and make tea. I can also make money by making umbrellas. I make two umbrellas a year for two thousand yuan. You're worried."

"It's not like I'm telling you not to come back. When you get along well and become prosperous in the future, you can lend me grandpa to live in peace and happiness."

"Girl like a flower, don't waste time in the mountains."

Wang Ye heard what Pinqi Li said sincerely, and he really cared about his goddaughter, so he immediately took a step forward.

"Your grandpa is right. I will give grandpa another thousand yuan. It is the money for ordering the diamond umbrella from him. I will pick it up when I am free."

"Just do it within a year."

"This money is enough for your grandpa to eat, drink, and have meat and wine for a year."

"If you do a good job as a guide, I can take you to the capital, Xiangjiang, and Country M after this time is over..."

Mei'er is a child after all. Her eyes lit up when she heard what Wang Ye said.

"Brother Wang Ye, please don't frame me."

Wang Ye's mouth twitched slightly, now he knows how to call me brother?
  "Don't worry, I gave your grandpa all my money, how can I be a liar?"

My sister thinks so too.

Finally agreed.

Li was naturally happy to sell his weapon. Relying on his seniority and seniority, he must follow the rules of the world and worship Wang Ye as his senior brother.

Wang Ye thought for a while and agreed.

Of course, this generation is quite chaotic.

According to Mr. Li's seniority, he is a generation higher than Hu Bayi's grandfather Hu Guohua.

I am of the same generation as Elder Chen.

Wang Ye was caught off guard and was a generation higher than Hu Bayi.

At this moment, a sound of car horns came from the street.

It turns out that after the sun rises, the fog on the mountain road has dissipated.

The weather is sunny now, perfect for driving.

The boss driver, who had also eaten and drank enough, returned to the car and started honking the horn wildly to urge passengers to get on.

The boss driver doesn't wait for anyone. He blows the horn and sets off on time in ten minutes.

The other passengers were waiting with their ears perked up, and when they heard the sound, they began to cheer and return to the car.

Wang Ye and others also said goodbye to Pinqi Li and returned to the car.

After returning to the car, several people sat in the back seat.

My sister feels like she is in a dream.

In the morning, I was still cooking and guarding the counter.

By the time noon passed, I was actually following a group of strangers as guides.

When I was fifteen or sixteen years old, I was still a little homesick, so I leaned against the car window to say goodbye to my grandfather.

In order to distract Mo Meier, Hu Bayi began to ask Mo Meier if she had heard of any legends such as the Headless King and Dixian Village.

Mo Meier recalled it and said that she had never heard of the Headless King.

But I have indeed heard a little bit about the rumors about Dixian Village.

Most people in Qingxi Town have the surname Feng.

Legend has it that the Earth Immortal is buried in the nearby Feng Wang Tomb.

However, the common people believed that what was buried in Prince Feng's tomb was definitely not a god, but a demon immortal who knew magic.

After hearing this, Professor Wang, Fatty Sun and others, who were a little drowsy after taking the bus at noon, no longer felt sleepy.

Fairy?

Know magic?
  They all asked Xiang Mo sister immediately.

The girl curled her lips, it was such a big group of people, and they still loved to listen to ghost stories just like I did when I was a child.     But let’s talk about it briefly.

Because the area around the local Fengwang Tomb is filled with smoke all year round.

And occasionally, people who cut wood, collect herbs, or herd sheep would disappear if they came near the tomb of Prince Feng.

Never come back.

At first some people dared to look for it, but later they didn't even dare to look for it.

It can only be passed down from generation to generation, saying that there are demons and immortals living in the tomb of Prince Feng, who know the magic of demons.

The story is over.

Fatty Wang was waiting for a pair of bull eyes.

"That's gone? You call this a ghost story?"

Yao Mei'er had never been convinced before, and she immediately asked, "Yeah, how long can a ghost story last?"

Wang Ye saw that his sister had just left her grandfather and was feeling a little depressed, so she immediately deceived Fatty Wang.

"Fat Master, you have a lot of experience. Let me tell you a ghost story, just for my little sister to hear. By the way, don't talk about what happened recently, it's too scary."

Fatty Wang was very excited when he heard this.

"My damn desire to win!"

"Listen, Yaomei, let your fat brother tell you what a ghost story is."

Fatty Wang immediately began to tell a ghost story that happened when he was cutting in line in the Northeast.

"I think back then, Fatty, when I jumped in line, I was seventeen or eighteen years old."

"By the way, I'm about the same age as you, sister."

"The place where I jumped in line was in a mountain nook in the northeast."

When Fatty Wang went to the countryside, he was in a village in the northeast called Tuanshan Yingzi.

The village is located deep in the mountains and forests.

Not far from the village, there is a vast forest and the undulating Greater Khingan Mountains.

There are many kinds of beasts and strange creatures inside.

Moreover, the folk customs in the Northeast are simple and sturdy, and the wilderness is a bit primitive.

Especially people of the older generation believe in shamanism.

The locals call him Ma Xian.

The other thing is the five great immortals.

There are many things about gods and gods.

Even in that special era, there were still all kinds of weird rumors.

The story happened in late July of the lunar calendar, just after the Half-Ghost Festival of the seventh month.

At that time, the production team opened a wasteland on the hillside.

Because the land is newly cultivated, we can only grow early-maturing corn, one crop a year.

By late July on the lunar calendar, the corn cobs are almost ripe.

At this time, someone needs to watch the scene.

There are many kinds of wild animals in the mountains and on the edge of the woods.

Especially in the late summer and early autumn, wild boars and the like come down the mountain to the edge of the village.

I like tossing the corn the most.

This thing is eaten and eaten again and again.

Not only does it gnaw on corn cobs, but it can also make the entire field buzz.

So someone must be watching day and night.

It's easy to do during the day. The spectators can lay out a mat and find a shade tree to stay there all day, so it's not too hard.

It's not such a good job at night.

There are no houses next to the wasteland, and a shack can only be built with mats made of wood and reeds.

It is triangular in shape and can be used as a bed with a door panel underneath.

It should be about two or three feet above the ground to prevent snakes, insects, rats and ants from climbing up.

Dot wormwood ropes around it to smoke out mosquitoes and so on.

But no matter how well prepared you are, it is still hard work.

The dew, mosquitoes, and mountain ants on the mountain are all there.

What's even worse is that no one knows what weird things will happen when watching a show at night.

So generally, young men and strong men go to the venues.

And usually there are two people together, and they take care of each other.

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