The original corpse took extremely heavy steps and forcibly broke through some kind of invisible barrier, standing in front of Chen Yang, isolating Chen Yang and Lao Can Qiu Xian Ji with his body.
"Huh~"
Chen Yang let out a long breath.
Unconsciously, his upper body leaned forward, as if he was about to plunge into a book.
"Seal it up."
"Put it inside your coffin."
"Take it out when necessary."
After Chen Yang finished speaking, he closed his eyes, as if he was enduring some temptation.
General Wang nodded slightly, took Lao Can's Note on Seeking Immortality, turned around and put it into the golden silk coffin.
Chen Yang wiped his cold sweat and sighed: "I finally know that when Jin Yong wrote Swordsman, he was really making it up."
"It turns out that a warrior really can't stand it when he sees classics such as the sword technique to ward off evil and the Sunflower Book."
"I almost couldn't hold it back just now."
Chen Yang waved his hands while talking to himself: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not unable to resist the possible opportunities and temptations over there, but I can't help but want to play the game."
"Buddha may not be a Buddha, he may be a demon."
"Spread opportunities widely, fish in the sky, tsk tsk tsk, what a great idea, what an idea."
"With such a person, I really want to compete face to face."
"Let's see, did I eat his bait and then escape from the hook, or did he catch me with something and swallow it in his stomach."
"Isn't it exciting?!"
Chen Yang laughed loudly when he said this.
General Wang silently crawled back into the golden silk coffin, pressed the old crippled cultivator down with his butt, and pressed him to death. He quietly looked at Chen Yang, who was laughing wildly.
The calmness of the general Wang made Chen Yang seem to be mentally ill.
Chen Yang smiled and thought it was boring, so he stopped.
He moved his position and leaned against the gold wire coffin, leaning his head back, right against the edge of the coffin, like a natural pillow.
"General King, please take good care of this old cripple's immortal cultivation record. I have a hunch that I may need it soon."
General Wang nodded silently.
Chen Yang said again: "Tell me about Wang Yu's situation."
The General Wang opened his mouth, and it was only after he opened his mouth that he seemed to realize that he was unable to speak, so he had to observe him through the mysterious passage between the corpse and the owner, using the eyes all over the mass graves.
The scenes he arrived were passed on to Chen Yang.
This method is quite convenient.
As soon as Chen Yang opened and closed his eyes, he knew what he wanted to know.
"strangeness!"
"Wang Yu, this kid, actually frequently has secret meetings with people at the mass graves?"
"Is she a beauty?"
Chen Yang searched for the message sent by General Wang.
In those pictures, Chen Yang could see a dark shadow, which seemed to have used some magic to cover its appearance.
It is impossible to distinguish between men and women, nor to distinguish between height and height, beauty or ugliness. It is like a mass of liquid black, appearing suddenly and disappearing suddenly.
"Um?"
Chen Yang noticed that after a recent meeting, Wang Yu smashed his fist on a tombstone. His fist was dripping with blood without even realizing it, and his expression was extremely sad and angry.
Although Wang Yu recovered immediately and bowed to apologize to the tombstone that he accidentally destroyed, his gaffe at that moment was enough to explain everything.
"Looks like he's being coerced. What the hell? This guy Wang Yu has a terribly low sense of presence, and he's just a handyman disciple from the outer sect. What is there that others can covet?"
"It seems there are some things I don't know about here?"
Chen Yang pondered for a moment, then looked up at the sky, finally stood up and headed towards Room No. 3 Ding.
"I'm not nosy, but I do something and something I don't do."
"In the past, Wang Yu mustered up the courage to protect me without knowing my situation. This is a heavy favor and must be repaid."