Chapter 2: : Visit the Tomb

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Bamboo forest, Su Jin gradually put down his hands holding his head and stretched his eyebrows.
After incorporating Yin Zhiping's memory, Su Jin finally figured it out. The reason why he crossed through to become Yin Zhiping was probably because the priest of the Quanzheng Church in the past two days gave the public "Pure Yang Gong" to the public. Yin Zhiping caused dissatisfaction with his brother Zhao Zhijing and burned with jealousy, so he suddenly broke in while Yin Zhiping was retreating, causing the latter to go retrograde and hit the mud pill palace. Rob.
"Zhao Zhijing is a character with a small belly in the original book. I didn't expect it to be even more unbearable in reality. How does this behavior differ from that demon?" Su Jin muttered, receiving all of Zhiping's "heritage" at this time. Looking at the body, I found that the damaged mud pill palace has been restored as usual, and the retrograde qi is extremely docile, flowing with the change of his thoughts.
"Are you in the system?" Realizing this wonderful feeling of gaining nothing, Su Jin suddenly found that it seemed not bad to cross Yin Yinping.
After all, the strength of this big brother can be ranked in the whole Quanzheng religion.
"Don't ask if you're here, please speak up when you have something." Suddenly, the familiar electronic synthesizer sounded in his heart.
"Is there a time limit for the task?" Su Jin asked.
"There is no time limit. But you need to remind you that your soul has evolved according to the strength of your body. In other words, if you calculate your current soul energy, you can live up to a hundred years at most. A lot of time is wasted in this world, and there will be a series of bad effects. "
Su Jin said: "One hundred years ... This means that if my next copy is the world of Xianxia, ​​then I may become an ancestor as an ancestor and live forever?"
"The next copy will not be Xianxia World. Look. Mao. Line. Chinese. Wen.net"
Su Jin: "..."
"Well, in order to reach the fairy tale world as soon as possible within a limited time, I can no longer waste time in Quanzheng." Thinking teleported, Su Jin whispered to himself: "The first two tasks are related to the Tombs, It seems I must first explore the facts of the Tombs before making other plans. "
Turning over and getting out of the bed, he took off the long steel sword hung on the wall, and Su Jin pushed open the door of the room that was hidden.
"Thank goodness, Brother Yin, you're finally awake." Just after leaving the wooden house, and before taking two steps, Su Jin met a dark shadow on his head.
You can see clearly through the clear moonlight. This man's cheeks are square, his temperament is good, and his appearance is good-looking. However, Su Jin has the memory of two generations. How can I not know what is hidden under this good appearance? Black heart?
"What did Brother Zhao command?"
Listening to the coldness in this discourse, Zhao Zhijing frowned slightly, his face fading away by three points: "Nothing to order, just in the middle of the night, what is Master Yin doing with the sword?"
"Xingzhi is here, ready to step on the moon to practice, Brother Zhao?" Su Jin said.
"Nothing, brother, I don't have this interest." After a deep moan, Zhao Zhijing said, shaking his head.
"See you again!" Su Jin waved his hand at him, infusing Qi between her legs, like a wind, and walked away in a blink of an eye.
"Little beast, this time you count your life, but next time you won't have such good luck." Looking at the direction where his back disappeared, Zhao Zhijing's face was as dark as black water, and he muttered silently in his heart.
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Yin Zhiping's memory contains no fragments about the tomb of the living dead, so when Su Jin walked out of the bamboo forest with a sword, she didn't know where to go.
Fortunately, Su Jin did his homework when he came. The tomb of the living dead in the original book should be in the woods west of Chongyang Palace, but it is not clear how far it is and whether it can correspond to the real world.
"It's nothing, just to look at it, even if you find it wrong, it's not worth anything." Determined, Su Jin flew down the mountain and reached the mountainside position in just half an hour, turning over a row of strange stone walls, in front of her eyes Suddenly, there was a large black forest, which was constantly exuding a cold breath in the moonlight, like a ghost.
"Living in such a ghost place for a long time, if you don't become a ghost, you will become a fairy." Su Jin shook her head, secretly uttered a word, pulled out a long sword, and stepped into the forest.
"Stop!" Probably marching on Erli Road, a figure of cricket suddenly came out like a ghost, blocking in front of Su Jin.
Su Jin looked up, but saw that this was an old and ugly old woman, with a kind face, but not pretentious, just like King Kong's anger.
Su Jin's mind was clear. This man should be the grandmother who accompanied the little dragon girl day and night, who was suspected to be the other person's mother.
"Mother-in-law, are you?" Just because she had never met face to face in the past, Su Jin could only be confused and understand.
"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that you know this is a forbidden area?" Grandma Sun said.
Su Jin looked surprised: "Left and right are just one side of the forest, who's forbidden?"
"Look at your appearance, you should be a disciple of Quanzhenjiao? Go back and ask Qiu Chuji, and he will tell you the answer."
Su Jin was thinking of Xiaolongnu in her heart. No, she should be thinking of the task. She said with a smile, "Mother-in-law, do you believe there are gods in the world?"
Grandma Sun said: "What nonsense, fairy tales are just stories in the textbook, how can there be such absurd things in life?"
"I believe there is a fairy." Su Jin said positively, solemnly said: "It's true that at this time, I can come here not because of coincidence, but because I had a dream in the evening, seeing in the dream Arrived at a white-bearded fairy. He told me that there is a tomb of living dead, and that there is a part of my cause in the tomb. "
"Ha ha ha ha ... your bull nose is so funny, you have your cause in the tomb of the living dead, don't you want to marry a ghost?" A loud laugh came suddenly from afar, and there was so much in the blink of an eye. There was a Qianli figure.
"Li Mochou! How dare you even come back!" Seeing this person, the fake anger on Mother-in-law's face instantly turned into real anger, shouting sharply.
"The tomb pie is my house, why can't I come back? It's true that your master and servant, two bitches, took over my house and expelled me from the school. That's why." The Qian Ying took a few steps forward, revealing a Zhang Shuyue's shameful flower, a dreamy face.
It is precisely the red practice fairy, the femme fatale, and Li Mochou who rise to fame on the rivers and lakes.
"I don't understand you, I urge you to leave quickly, otherwise, when my girl comes out, you will not be so easy to leave." Grandma Sun said.
"Last time, I gave the little a chance because I was unconsciously injured. Do you really think I can't beat her?" Li Mochou stared, Jiao said.
As soon as Grandma Sun wanted to return, Lin Zi suddenly sounded three harps.
All three on the spot understood the rhythm, and heard the drummer's heart ... it was rejection, eviction.