dead child, ghost carrying coffin

At this moment, in the ancestral land of Zhiren, where the Queen Mother of the West placed high hopes.

The big golden people who used to have free time are now gone, and everything is empty.

Only the big man and the ghost guy sat opposite each other.

The big man still refused to share the wine with Gui Lao, so Gui Lao had no choice but to rob it with brute force.

Even if the wine jar in the ancestral land is a treasure, it cannot withstand the pull of these two people.

Having said that, there are very few things in the world that can withstand the full pull of these two people.

Therefore, the wine jar shattered with a bang, the wine flowed, and the aroma of wine overflowed in the ancestral land.

The Ba Snake Ancestor who had been pretending to be dead...pretending to be a pet saw this and hurriedly jumped out.

He spit out a large clay pot from his mouth and began to collect the wine flowing all over the ground.

"This is Xuanyuan wine, it's all good stuff!"

"Save it for when the little girl gets married, and give it to the couple as a gift."

"I don't know if they will be pregnant tomorrow after they have been together for so long... If not, there must be something wrong with the pregnancy..."

Just as Patriarch Ba Snake was chattering away, the big man seemed to suddenly notice him.

"Oh, isn't this a little snake? Why are you still in the ancestral land?"

"Now that Changsheng has arrived, the world will be in chaos. If you don't go out to help... If you can do something, just do what you can."

After saying that, the big man pulled it away casually, and the Ba Snake Ancestor immediately screamed and disappeared in the distance.

While staring at the place where the Bashe ancestor disappeared, the big man stopped the ghost guy who wanted to take the opportunity to snatch the wine jar with his other hand.

"Okay, old ghost, stop making trouble, it's our turn to take action."

Hearing this, Gui Lao's face was full of depression: "Who made trouble with you... The emperor hasn't sent out hungry soldiers yet, so he wants to drink a jar of wine from you!"

"You, the Yellow Emperor, are not as good as the later emperors..."

After saying this, Gui Lao slowly stood up, straightened his back, and waved the mountains in his hands a few times.

"Okay, let's go, but let's agree in advance - after helping you so much this time, you must treat me to a drink when you come back."

The big man was rare and not stingy. Instead, he nodded gently with a solemn expression.

"Okay, don't worry!"

"As long as we don't die, you can swim in the sea of ​​wine whenever you want when you come back!"

The big man's attitude made Gui Lao feel heavy.

"Old, old friend, am I a little panicked by you?"

"Is it possible that we are really in danger of annihilation this time? Are you and I really going to die?!"

Speaking of death, Gui Lao couldn't help but take out a small mirror and look at himself.

When he saw it, he was immediately shocked - the look of death on his face was indeed getting stronger and stronger.

If it was just a faint trace before, now it is covered all over the old face, as dark as Bao Gong.

The big man on the side seemed to be worried that the ghost guy would escape before the battle, so he quickly snatched the small mirror from the opponent's hand.

At the same time, he muttered in an embarrassed voice: "Don't worry, old ghost, we can't die... at least I definitely can't die..."

Ghost guy: "Yeah, I'm relieved, old ghost... Wait, what did you just say?!"

The big man chuckled, grabbed the ghost and disappeared into the ancestral land of Zhiren.

Only his ridiculing voice was left: "Don't repeat good words. Repeating them is not good!"

......

On the other side, inside the Confucius Institute in Beijing.

The old professor of anatomy class stood on the podium, pushing the thick glasses on the bridge of his nose while speaking.

"I heard that two new students came yesterday, and the teacher is here to welcome them."

"I'm going to call your names now. You guys stand up and let the teacher recognize you..."

"The student number is No. [-], a freshman. Hua Jiu is in trouble."

"Here!" Hua Jiunan quickly stood up and agreed loudly.

Seeing Hua Jiunan's gentle demeanor, the old professor nodded lightly with satisfaction.

"Although I don't know why you are ranked No. [-], I think you must be outstanding. I believe in Dean Xun Yi's vision for selecting talents."

"Okay, sit down."

"Don't be arrogant and complacent, you are still young. I hope you can keep up the good work!"

Hua Jiunan has always been humble and nodded immediately after hearing this: "Thank you, teacher!"

With longing for China's nine difficulties, the old professor began to look for the next new student.

"The second student number is..."

At this point, the old professor suddenly stopped and pushed his thick eyes on the bridge of his nose in disbelief, as if he was worried that he might have seen wrongly.

"T-No. 250?!"