Infinite Script Killing

Just kidding, their old man survived that turbulent era. I remember that when he was still alive, he often talked about that era with younger generations like them.

Every time when he talked about those old things, the old man would pat his juniors on the head and say with envy: "It's great to live in New China!"

From this sentence, it is not difficult to see how hard it was to live in that era.

"Are you going to be so exaggerated?? No matter how scary it is, can it be scarier than zombies??"

Seeing his exaggerated expression, Xu Tong couldn't help but joked.

"No!"

Gao Zhuo's expression became serious, he drank a cup of tea and said in a low voice: "In all dynasties, when a country is about to perish, monsters must appear. From Xia to Qing, there are no exceptions. However, only the late Qing Dynasty was the most turbulent, and monsters and evil ways emerged in endlessly."

Gao Zhuo couldn't help but shudder when he said this. To outsiders, this was just a story, but in the eyes of people with heritage like them, this was outrageous.

"its not right!!"

At this time, Xu Tong interrupted him: "You are talking about the Republic of China, why not?"

"Don't worry, just listen to what I have to say."

Gao Zhuo repeatedly waved his hand to quiet Xu Tong, and then continued: "As the saying goes, prosperity and decline, under the wheel of the times, many people who defy heaven are scum, so many evil ways and righteous ways are mostly hiding. .

Speaking of this, Gao Zhuo took a deep puff from the hookah and said: "Think about those old monsters from the Republic of China, who were not ruthless and scheming masters. You might not be able to see the brain when you peel off the lost head. If you open the heads of these monsters, you can at least see a V6 engine, so I advise you, it’s better not to join in the fun.”

In fact, Xu Tong said the same thing, but as soon as Gao Zhuo introduced it, Xu Tong's heart became excited. How could he not participate in such an interesting script?

must go!

And he couldn't go by himself. Gao Zhuo, a know-it-all, had to go with him. After all, it would be much more convenient for him to have such a know-it-all with him.

After thinking about it, Xu Tong smoked a few water pipes, blew out a huge smoke ring in mid-air, and then said: "By the way, why did you come to me?"

"Help my old man find his lost soul."

Gao Zhuo told Xu Tong the story again. Their old man had been dead for several years, but his soul was not intact and could not be reincarnated, and he had been trapped in the earthly world.

The family hired an expert to make a clay statue of the old man, so that he could withstand the fireworks at their house, but this was not a long-term solution after all, so he needed to get Yipo back.

But in this matter, firstly, you need someone you can trust, and secondly, this person must be capable, otherwise you will be seeking your own death if you find that ghost cave.

This matter was dragged on until Gao Zhuo met Xu Tong. The two didn't get along for a long time, but Gao Zhuo could still clearly see Xu Tong's character.

At least in the face of interests, this guy can stick to his bottom line as a person, not interests. For this reason, Gao Zhuo trusts him enough.

After listening to Gao Zhuo's words, he slapped his thigh and said, "That's it, you accompany me to complete the mission script, and I will go to western Hunan with you."

"Hey!! You..."

"Don't be afraid of you and me, gentlemen, don't be cowardly, it will be over if you are reckless!"

Gao Zhuo knew that Xu Tong was putting himself on the line, so he hesitated again and again, but finally reluctantly agreed.

The two signed a temporary team contract. In order to show respect for Gao Zhuo's opinion, he specifically gave up the position of captain to Gao Zhuo.

After the two agreed, Gao Zhuo didn't leave. He simply accompanied him to the theater to listen to the play, and casually chatted about Master Xue Gui's affairs. Most of them were rumors, but he also listened with interest.

The two stayed at the exhibition for three days, then said goodbye to each other and left.

Before leaving, Xu Tong went to the overseas shopping area and prepared to look around to see if he could find a suitable weapon for himself.

In the past three days, he carefully sorted out the prop cards on his body and found that he did not need to add new prop cards for the time being.

Because there are already a lot of prop cards in hand, in addition to the increase in dark ability, there is also an increase in fire ability.

With the increase of [Mixed Martial Arts], [Ember], [Demon Power] and [Dark Physique], the four prop cards make his dark fire ability enough to give him powerful melee fighting ability.

[Leopard Soul Cloak] and [Magic Change Fat Paper] give him a strong ability to protect himself and escape.

Prop cards such as [Evil Bell], [Papermaker's Book], and [Star Eye Tribulation] provide considerable auxiliary power.

Now he needs a more convenient weapon, and this weapon is preferably a gun or a long knife, so that his shortcomings in mid-range attacks can be made up for.

Walking east and west in the overseas shopping area, there are a dazzling array of treasures here, but it is indeed not easy to find a suitable weapon.

He also tried, quickly selecting through the auction system above his head, and found a lot of weapons, but the price was unacceptable to him.

It's not that he can't afford it, but it's too expensive.

As Gao Zhuo said, the script they were about to go to was far more dangerous than the previous one.

What he faced was definitely not a cute zombie, but a human being. No, it should be said that he was Voldemort who survived from the late Qing Dynasty.

Therefore, it is more reassuring to have enough scripts.

Spending such a large amount of script points to purchase a weapon is not a good deal after thinking about it.

So he could only be empty-handed. No, no, no, he bought some things before leaving. There was a banquet waiting on the table. He went back and gave Mr. Song a taste to show his filial piety. It was really hot and he was lazy and didn't want to. Cooking.

Mr. Song was also tired last night and did not wake up until Xu Tong came back. He was still snoring in the room.

Seeing this, he didn't call Mr. Song, and started to study the book on Adjusting Spirits. While reading, he thought about the method of worshiping Shankou.

The book "Tiaoshen Lun" was very boring at first, but when you really read it, you found that this book is indeed the foundation of spiritual practice.

It explains in detail the structure of Jing Qi Shen.

After reading this book and thinking about Baishan Kou, I suddenly had a different feeling.

I saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, with his hands folded, thinking back to the first time he met his master Xue Gui on the train.

A feeling of bliss suddenly came to his heart, as if a hand was placed on his elbow and he gently relaxed it.

For a moment, Xu Tong felt that his spirit was like a torrent as he bowed forward, and the bowls on the table in front of him fell apart with a "Bang!"

"It's done!!"

His eyes lit up. Although it was just a broken bowl, if this move hit someone by surprise, it would be enough for anyone to drink a pot.

The most important thing is that there is no need to consume script points.

And isn't this just one rak'ah? There are two more rak'ahs to come. If it goes on for three rak'ahs, even the players won't be able to bear it.

Just as he was about to continue trying, a strong feeling of dizziness hit him.

My head was in pain as if it had been hammered. I sat on the edge of the bed for a long time before I finally regained my breath.

When I thought about the theory on regulating the spirit that I had just read, I immediately realized that I had hurt my soul. Fortunately, there were ways to nourish the spirit at the back of the book. I closed my eyes and lay down to adjust my breathing. I followed the rhythm described in the book and lay still. Fall asleep in bed.

Tiaoshen Lun is not a monastic book, but it is not entirely a medical book. To be more precise, it is more like a hardcover version of the Huangdi Neijing.

This book accurately explains issues such as essence, energy, internal organs, and the harmony of the four seasons.

To use a subtle metaphor, this is similar to the fact that most martial arts masters are proficient in medical skills.

As he fell asleep, Xu Tong suddenly felt someone pushing his arm vaguely beside him.

He opened his eyes in a daze, only to see a blur in front of him, as if there was a figure shaking in front of his bed a few times. When he opened his eyes and looked carefully, the figure was gone?

But strangely, the door to his room was opened.

"Someone!"

In an instant, Xu Tong's pupils tightened, and he suddenly woke up. He had accidentally injured himself before and was sleeping very soundly, but that didn't mean that anyone could walk into his room.

I quickly jumped out of bed and walked out to take a look. I saw that it was pitch dark outside and there was no light in the yard.

What's even weirder is that his dark vision has just failed here.

"Tonger!!"

Just when Xu Tong was trying to call out the prop book, he suddenly heard a shout coming from Mr. Song's room, but the voice was not Mr. Song's voice, but a woman's voice.

Suddenly he felt even more confused. He walked to the door, picked up the curtain with his fingers, and looked inside sideways.

Just one glance immediately made Xu Tong's head buzz, and a cool breeze blew over, as if it was going through his collar. When the cool breeze blew, goosebumps stood up all over Xu Tong's body.

I saw that the room was dimly lit by candlelight, and a table of good wine and food was placed on the big round table that was never used. Two children were running up and down the hall.

A woman wearing a large cotton-padded jacket with red flowers and green bottoms was standing in front of the table, busy placing dishes and chopsticks.

As if she had noticed something, the woman turned around, with a strange smile on her pale face, and said to Xu Tong, who was hiding at the door, "Why don't you come over to help me? I'm waiting for my wife to invite you!"