Chapter 747 Who is the grandson
With the combined efforts of Na Qi and Zhen Shui Yin, the pickup truck slowly entered the ground.
This is not the first time Cai Gen has been on the subway controlled by Zhen Shui Yin. He took it once when he cut Lin Wo last time, but the distance was relatively short that time, so he passed by without having any experience.
This feeling is not like riding a real subway. There are advertisements and lights in every other section. It is completely dark, and I don’t know what Zhen Shuiyin relies on to determine the direction.
"Brother Cai, here we are, this is where the magic circle is."
Following Zhen Shuiyin's words, the pickup truck made a slight downward movement, as if it suddenly fell into a hole.
Well, Cai Gen only felt that his eyes were dark, or that it had been dark all the time. From the moment he entered the ground, he couldn't see anything.
If you call it a magic circle, then it is a magic circle. No one can see it anyway.
"Xiao Shui, have you seen the magic circle?"
"I saw it. There are traces of the magic circle on the ground, and the space is relatively large."
"Xiao Shui, since you've seen everything, go and settle this matter. I'll take good care of you."
Zhen Shuiyin was shocked, what's going on? Just let yourself settle it. Isn't that nonsense?
"Cai Gen, I can't, I can just see, nothing else."
What she said was sincere and her attitude was very sincere, so Cai Gen decided to forgive her.
"You yourself are nothing, why don't you turn on the light? Do you think I can do things in the dark?"
Only then did Zhen Shuiyin think that Cai Gen couldn't see and there was no light here.
He quickly turned on the pickup truck's headlights and the searchlight on the roof.
Here, Cai Gen couldn't help but want to admire again, these 800,000 were not in vain.
The headlights of the pickup truck shine far away, which is nothing unusual. The main reason is the row of searchlights on the roof, which are really bright.
The moment he opened it, Cai Gen's eyes went from pitch black to pale, but he still couldn't see anything.
After adapting for a while, Cai Gen regained his vision and looked around.
"Xiao Shui, can't this searchlight be used in all directions? I can only see one side, so I don't know the whole picture."
Zhen Shuiyin felt that Cai Gen was in trouble. It was all obvious, so why couldn't he see it? She impatiently adjusted the angle of the searchlight to illuminate all directions.
Cai Gen then opened the car door with satisfaction, stood along the front cover to the roof of the car, and carefully looked at the space.
The space is not very large, and under the illumination of the searchlight, everything you can see is clear.
There are indeed various lines drawn on the ground. It is a bit reluctant to say that it is a magic circle, a bit like a child's graffiti.
"Xiao Sun, is this the magic circle? Isn't it just drawing a few lines?"
Xiao Sun also got on the roof of the car at this time and looked around.
"Third uncle, this magic circle is useless. There is no energy flow, so you can't see anything. Originally, those lines had energy flashes, so the effect is better."
Oh, it turned out to be abandoned.
Why was it abandoned?
Isn't the teddy bear waiting for help on death's doorstep?
The magic circle is useless and you still help Mao?
Something was wrong. In addition to the outlines, there were pieces of rags on the ground, and there were bulges under the rags.
"Xiao Sun, are these rags the magical objects of the magic circle? The formation flag? The magic weapon?"
Forget it, let's go and see for ourselves. I keep asking, when will I grow up?
Practice brings true knowledge, and Cai Gen learned this very well.
He jumped out of the pickup truck and walked towards the nearest rag without caring about others.
It looks like rags from a distance, but it's actually quite new. It's just a little dusty, so it's obviously a bit worn.
Cai Gen carefully picked up a corner and took a closer look.
The pattern on this cloth is very bright.
It's like waves and the rising sun. It's very religious. It's a bit like Abe Congcong's divine robe, and the style is also very similar. In order to better show the whole picture, Cai Gen used both hands to pull it up. It was a bit heavy and he didn't know what material it was made of. It was comparable to a take-out box and weighed thirty or forty pounds.
Both hands were raised high, and the cloth was fully unfolded. It was indeed a divine robe.
It has sleeves, a robe, and a belt. Look, the collar is just right for your head.
Is this the brain?
The white hair is very sparse.
Dry skin, lai lai baba.
The sunken eye sockets are half open and half closed.
Weathered lips, exposed teeth.
Cai Gen didn't feel any fear. Wasn't it just a mummy?
Among the terrible things I have encountered, corpses are considered the safest, but they look a bit familiar?
I seem to have seen it somewhere.
The ground pond, the thick fog, the small sign crossing the river.
What do you call a dressed-up beast?
By the way, the champion grappler in white.
"Langli Pao, why are you here?"
The divine robe in Cai Gen's hand and the mummy in the divine robe are completely the same as those of Langli Pao. They are the same shape, there is no difference.
Xiao Sun and the others took a look and saw that Cai Gen could actually meet an acquaintance in this place?
They all hurriedly came over, and when they saw the mummy, they felt that Cai Gen must have recognized the wrong person.
All the mummies look similar, and it is difficult to tell them apart without writing their names.
The mummy in the divine robe, with its half-opened eyes, seemed to regain some of its energy when Cai Gen shouted, and a sentence floated out from the exposed teeth like a gossamer.
"I am not a spit, I am Shinto, my grandson Rong, save me."
What kind of habit is this of self-introduction? Instead of saying your own name, you say the name of your grandson. It is indeed a strange nation.
"Have any of you ever heard of his grandson being very famous?"
Except for Shi Huozhu, everyone else shook their heads, indicating that they had never heard of it.
Shi Huozhu felt that it was necessary to correct Cai Gen. This person had never seen the world and it would be embarrassing to talk about it in the future.
"Brother Cai, my grandson is a surname and Rong is a given name. You have misunderstood."
Cai Gen was a little embarrassed. He was weak and ignorant, but he had to speak up.
"Whose grandson do you love? It's not my grandson anyway.
Grandson, Rong, what are you doing here?
Teddy bear, no, where is Dhritarashtra? ”
My grandson Rong is very weak, so weak that he can't even take a breath. He only has a weak consciousness, which is maintained by his mind that has been cultivated for many years.
At this time, faced with such a complicated problem as Cai Gen, his mind was not enough, and only his instinctive desire to survive was left.
"Save me, save me."
Xiao Sun could tell a long time ago that this person was no longer a local, no matter the clothes or the name.
"My third uncle is asking you a question. Speak politely. If you don't drink a toast or eat a fine wine, save your uncle!"
As he spoke, Xiao Sun returned the favor and gave the mummy a mouthful.
Maybe it was to increase deterrence and get him to answer the question.
He was already dying at the end of his life, but it was only his strong willpower that kept him from dying.
Xiao Sun's slap didn't cause any accident, it directly extinguished the little flame of life, and he died completely.
Not only was he completely dead, but with Xiao Sun's slap, the withered head actually fell off the skinny neck and rolled to the ground, escaping from Xiao Sun's clutches.
(End of chapter)