59-year-old elderly man missing

  After the small stone was recovered, the entire temple disappeared in an instant, leaving behind a group of bewildered monks.

  Cutting to the chase, he pulled Ling'er and Yue Ru towards the direction of Heihe Town.

  Lin Yue felt a strange feeling, and Fang Xian suddenly didn't seem poor at all: "Hey, such a grand scene, such a complex battle, isn't this ending too quickly?"

  "Uh-huh."

  Ling'er asked: "Isn't Gege unhappy?"

  "It's okay."

  The moon suddenly said: "You're a grown man, why are you acting so melancholic and sulky?"

  "It's really not."

  "Then you say it." Ling'er grabbed Fang Xian's arm and shook it back and forth.

  "Do you really want to hear?" Fang Xian asked.

  The two women nodded.

  "Alright, suddenly a group of people sprayed mushroom water, the old man's self-esteem was hurt, so from now on we will kill all the way, and the old man will be silent for a long time."

  ……

  Heihe Town, the scene here doesn't need much description. First, it's black; second, it stinks; third, the whole street is filled with jumping zombies.

  Lin Yue Ru excitedly said: "Indeed it's a pile of nonsense."

  "Alright, ladies, let's get serious. We've been messing around for a while and haven't leveled up much. Here, we need to clear the map and make up for our previous losses."

  Ling'er nodded: "Burn them to death."

  In any work, zombies are a group of low IQ, completely unaware of what they live for, their existence is to highlight the protagonist's NB, and their death forged the protagonist's brilliance.

  No need to mention the disgusting zombie modeling, thick saliva and stiff posture. The three of them went on a killing spree, seeing gods and killing gods, seeing Buddhas and killing Buddhas. Especially when they encountered an old lady holding a kitchen knife and wearing a purple coat, they had to go up and chop her. Meng Po's soup is a good thing. Along the way, they took advantage of the opportunity to open boxes and take some not-too-painful treasures.

  And so, the three of them quickly found General Mounds and rushed in without hesitation.

  "Brother Xian, I feel like we're so brainless......" Ling'er took over the task of complaining since Fang Xian had been silent all along and the old master was slow to appear.

  "When upgrading, it's all about being brainless." Fang Xian swung his axe back and forth, "I hate mazes, especially the maze of Xianjian, it's nauseating."

  Even Yue Ru started to get annoyed: "These zombies don't even make a sound when they die, and they just keep coming back with the same few types. The designers are really inconsiderate."

  Originally, the general's tomb was filled with an atmosphere of fear and evil, but because Fang Xian had played this game too much, the broken walls, residual bones and fragmented corpses in front of him couldn't arouse even a bit of interest, his mind was all about how to level up.

  It wasn't until now that he felt the best part of playing games was the first time, fumbling around, and feeling nervous and scared, but later it would slowly become dull.

  Thus, the three of them endured their restless emotions and swept through the entire labyrinth, finally arriving in front of the general's coffin.

  "Ready, one more step forward is Skull King." Fang Xian took a deep breath, and something challenging had finally appeared.

  The two women's spirits were also lifted.

  "Get out!" Fang Xian jumped forward with a very cheap move, just like the prosecutor in "The Royal Tramp" who kept jumping around before being slapped by Chow Yun-fat.

  A few seconds later, the massive coffin began to vibrate violently, causing the entire General's Mausoleum to emit a thunderous roar.

  This little spirit was really scared now, tightly grasping Fang Xian's clothes: "Brother Xian, can we win this fight..."

  Cutting melons and chopping vegetables.

  Yuè Rú's rational thinking was slightly more, and she frowned and asked: "What is this place for? Such a huge tomb, so many zombies... The zombies outside the tomb are mostly ordinary civilians, but here, they are all dead soldiers. It's strange."

  The moon was still asking questions when a low and prolonged wail came from inside the coffin.

  "Who... is... disturbing... General... Wen's... army..."

  Fang Xian explained calmly, "I've actually studied the history of this place. This was originally the tomb of a great general from the Sui Dynasty who was known as the greatest martial artist in the world and a hero of his time. Unfortunately, he and his soldiers were manipulated by the Red Devil King beneath the earth and were forced to commit these evil deeds."

  The coffin lid slowly opened, and a giant skull wearing tattered armor pushed the lid open, using a long sword to prop up its broken body, scanning the three with an icy gaze.

  "Who... did you say I am?"

  Fang Xian was taken aback for a moment, fearing that he had said too much, and hastily picked up his axe to start fighting.

  The Skull King raised his hand to stop them: "Wait... I almost forgot..."

  Lin Yue Ru turned her head and stared at Fang Xian woodenly: "You seem to have said too much again."

  The Skull King didn't rush to start fighting, but instead sat with his head in his hands, thinking deeply about many things. An Yingling of this level had a strong will and possessed considerable awakening potential and dialectical thinking.

  "General, I think it's better if we just fight."

  "You... wait... I'm about to remember..."

  After a long silence, Skull King suddenly slapped his forehead and let out a loud whoop.

  "Damn it, I remember now, that dog emperor screwed me!!!!!!"

  "What's going on now... I just came here to level up..."

  Ling'er heard Skull King's roar and was no longer afraid. Her affectionate emotions were stirred up again: "Uncle Skull, speak slowly."

  The skull king's expression was ferocious, and the bones that grasped the giant sword creaked with a loud crackling sound.

  "The Dog Emperor is about to die, gave me a bottle of wine, and then I drank it and died."

  "Isn't it obvious? The emperor's gift of wine is to let you die with dignity. You are loyal and devoted, even in death, you would follow the emperor. What a touching story."

  Skeleton King was startled: "Is this obvious? I thought he had a good wine and let me taste it."

  Fang Xian shook his head: "Hero, you're too honest."

  The skull king grunted and continued to scold: "You think this is a general's tomb? That's a big mistake, have you seen any general with such a large burial site? This is clearly a pit dug by the dog emperor for himself, letting General Ben stay on top, taking my brothers to block arrows for him. So many years, I don't know how many grave robbers died here. Recently, the dog emperor got some kind of illness again, and let his brothers go out to bite living people back, using their blood to do some unscrupulous things."

  "Can't you see that?"

  "Just figured it out." The Skeleton King stood up and bowed, shaking off the dust in the entire house, "Thanks to you few little friends for waking me up, otherwise I don't know how many more years I would have been manipulated by this dog emperor!"

  "It seems this won't work after all."

  "Hey! You can't say that!" The Skeleton King jumped up, causing the tomb to shake like an earthquake. Then he raised his giant sword and slammed it heavily on his own coffin.