After graduating, I became the Dragon King

Director Ding made a mistake and overpaid the service fee by nearly seven figures.

But now is not the time to worry about money.

Director Ding wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes sadly, took Xue Chen and Jane Lance to a place in the cemetery, and said, "This is where the accident happened."

The area where they stood was the best place in the garden, and the people whose bones were buried here were all dignitaries. In addition, the relevant regulations in the early days were not so strict, and many tombstones were made tall and luxurious.

Among them, the specifications of the tombstones that happened this time are the most exaggerated, almost catching up with the monuments of meritorious deeds.

But now, this area is like being turned over by tomb robbers. The bases of those luxurious tombs have been dug out, and the tombstones have also moved.

Jane Lance took out a yellow talisman and pressed it to activate it. The yellow talisman ignited spontaneously without fire, and a faint breath radiated from the tombstones.

"It's really a ghost." Jane Lance said, "And the cultivation base is not deep."

Xue Chen nodded, and he had already identified that the aura left on the tombstone was not from ghosts and ghosts, but from evil spirits.

However, it is difficult to judge what kind of monster it is before seeing its true face.

Director Ding didn't quite agree when he heard the words, and said in a low voice, "Master Minsheng also said the same thing, what happened later..."

He didn't finish the sentence, but the meaning was obvious.

Minsheng underestimated the spirit's strength and almost fell into the hands of the spirit.

Now that Xue Chen and Jane Lance said the same thing, it inevitably made him suspicious.

Xue Chen was not angry when he heard the words, he was actually a little puzzled in his heart, Minsheng's judgment is not wrong, there is no aura of a big monster in this garden, so what is the origin of the big monster that appeared later and knocked Minsheng unconscious?

Furthermore, he always felt that there was something indescribably wrong about this place.

Just as he was thinking about it, Jane Lance asked suddenly: "Have you ever analyzed why the spirit moved these tombstones?"

"This still needs to be analyzed?" Director Ding seemed to think that his question was superfluous, and said, "Digging people's ancestral graves is such a wicked thing, what else can it be other than seeking revenge?"

He muttered while talking, "This monster is really real. If you have a grudge, you should go to the family members. What's the point of coming here to dig a grave?"

"That's not right." Xue Chen looked at the cemeteries and frowned, "If it's seeking revenge, isn't this monster being too polite?"

He hadn't figured it out just now, but when Director Ding mentioned it, he finally realized what was going on with that weird feeling.

In China, moving other people's ancestral graves is a lack of virtue. Just like Director Ding said, if there is no deep hatred, such a thing can't be done.

Therefore, the cemetery preconceived that this spirit might have some hatred with the owners of these cemeteries, or with the cemetery itself.

After the monk Minsheng forced out the monster, he also negotiated in the same way, but before he could say a few words, the two sides started fighting.

Xue Chen didn't think so.

If the grave was dug for revenge, most likely it would be to take revenge on the bones of the owner of the tomb, but these few cemeteries that have been turned over seem to be intact.

In fact, after the strange incident happened, the cemetery management office checked the place as soon as possible to make sure that the ashes and coffins in these cemeteries were still in place and had not been turned over.

Only the tombstones were really touched, and although the few tall tombstones were moved, they were all kept intact and stood firmly, and none of them fell down.

The spirit took so much effort to move the tombstone to another place, and didn't even touch the bones.

If this is called seeking revenge, then this monster is too talented!

Jane Lance nodded in agreement: "And these passive tombstones don't belong to one family. It can't be such a coincidence that several families just offended the same spirit, right?"

Hearing what they said, Director Ding was also a little confused, and he said "ah", "It seems to be so reasonable."

This makes the whole thing even more confusing.

Director Ding was about to scratch his scalp: "Then what's going on?"

Xue Chen was not so troubled, and said with a smile: "We will know when we catch the monster."

Jane Lance remembered that Director Ding had seen a monster, and asked again: "By the way, what are the characteristics of that monster?"

Director Ding shook his head: "No, just like ordinary people..."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly thought of something, and said "Hey", "I have to say something, but that monster's Mandarin is very poor, and he speaks in a weird way... a bit like a foreigner's Chinese accent. "

The incident happened at night, and the light in the cemetery was not good. Director Ding was afraid of standing far away, so he didn't see it very clearly. He only remembered that the other person's outline looked like a human being.

At this time, when I thought about it carefully, I remembered this weird detail.

He touched his chin, "I didn't expect monsters to have an accent."

"Foreigner?" Xue Chen frowned and went to see Jane Lance.

Jane Lance also looked over tacitly, and the two saw the same thoughts in each other's eyes.

They don't think it's just a matter of accent.

……

As night fell, the empty cemetery fell into darkness, there was no moon tonight, only a little bit of starlight fell down, vaguely illuminating the outline of the tombstone.

Xue Chen and the others stood not far away, quietly waiting for the spirit to appear.

Xue Chen asked: "Are you sure that monster comes every day?"

"Come here every day, more active than I am at work." Director Ding said helplessly.

After Minsheng was injured, the management office was afraid of accidents, so they didn't dare to let the security guards come over at night.

But the monster didn't stop, and the two nights were still reported as usual.

Director Ding was still a little apprehensive after he finished speaking. What he saw that night left him with too much shadow in his heart. If his superiors hadn't promised to give him an extra bonus after the matter was resolved, he wouldn't have bitten the bullet and continued to accept it. This works.

People die for money.

While thinking about it, he glanced at the two young men with empty hands, and asked not very reassuringly: "Both, do you really not need to open the altar? Master Minsheng still left some things, I will get them if you need them." come out……"

Xue Chen relaxed his wrist: "No need."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground under his feet suddenly shook slightly.

"Be careful." Jane Lance reached out and grabbed Xue Chen's arm.

Director Ding's face changed suddenly, and he said in a tight voice: "It, it's coming! Every time that monster comes, it will shake—"

Following his voice, there was a "rumbling" sound from the direction of the cemetery, followed by a greater shock.

"Did you feel it?" Director Ding was terrified, "Is this monster really big and powerful..."

"Big is pretty big." Xue Chen wrinkled his nose, and said calmly, "It's hard to say how powerful it is."

The dragon is very sensitive to breath. While the ground was vibrating, he could already smell the evil spirit coming from the front...a very weak evil spirit.

If this is the ghost that caused the trouble, Minsheng is definitely capable of dealing with it.

What the hell happened that night?

He glanced at Jane Lance: "Brother."

Jane Lance nodded, and ignited a yellow talisman. As the yellow talisman burned out, a strange scene appeared in the cemetery not far from them.

Under the faint starlight, two red shadows broke through the ground and floated back and forth in mid-air. Between the red shadows, a pair of dark eyes could be vaguely seen.

Director Ding had never seen such a vision before, he couldn't hold back on the spot, and exclaimed: "Ghost, ghost lantern! It's a ghost lantern!"

His cry disturbed the things in front of him, and when the other party noticed the movement here, his movements stopped suddenly, and the red shadow also disappeared.

Fearing that the other party would run away, Jane Lance untied the Rose Judgment on his back, focused on urging, the long sword glowed with white light, and flew towards the place where the evil spirit was.

"Shit!" A man screamed in front of him, "Why does Sen have a knight sword?!"

The tone of the voice was weird, and it really looked like a foreigner's accent.

Qiangwei's judgment burst into light, and the opponent was injured by the sword edge and rolled to the ground.

Xue Chen and Jane Lance ran over together. The cemetery was gloomy and dark. Fortunately, both of them had good eyesight. They vaguely saw a tall young man lying beside the tall tombstones. In a dark green plaid vest, a wound was cut on the exposed arm, and blood was oozing out.

The Rose Judgment was inserted obliquely at his side.

Xue Chen turned on the flashlight that came from Director Ding and shone on the young man's face, but he saw that the young man had curly hair, a high nose and deep eyes, and he really looked like a foreigner.

The foreign youth covered his wound, stared at them and gritted his teeth and said, "Nimeng is so courageous, he dares to attack Wo, Wo will eat Nimeng—"

After the words fell, the young man suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Xue Chen.

At the same time, Xue Chen also punched him in the face: "It's up to you?"

The young man was caught off guard by a punch, and suddenly his face turned pale with fright, and he let out a stern scream: "Why is the mud so strong?!"

……

Director Ding finally worked up the courage to follow, and then he fell into a daze.

I saw Xue Chen and Jane Lance standing calmly beside the tombstone. In front of them, there was a huge stone-like...what the hell?

The light was not good, and Director Ding couldn't see clearly for a while, so he asked in a daze, "What is this?"

"Can't you see it?" Xue Chen kicked the thing and made a "click" sound, "Turtle shell."

"Clam?" Director Ding almost sprayed it out, and took a closer look with the light of the flashlight. Isn't it just a turtle shell?

This tortoise shell is huge, two meters long by visual inspection, the carapace bulge is relatively gentle, the rear edge is jagged, and the color is dark green with a slight black.

It was actually the shell of a Brazilian tortoise.

"What a big shell!" Director Ding was even more confused, "Where did this come from?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a cold snort coming from inside the turtle shell: "It's not a shell, it's a nest!"

Director Ding:? ? !

His back felt cold, his eyes bulged, he jumped two steps in place, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Why can the turtle shell talk?!"

"This is that monster." Xue Chen calmly said, "Brazilian turtle spirit."

It turned out that after receiving Xue Chen's punch just now, the foreign youth knew that he was not Xue Chen's opponent, so he made a decisive decision and changed his original shape on the spot.

Only then did Xue Chen and the others know that this guy was actually a Brazilian turtle.

In this way, it also explained why Ri Minsheng's tin stick hit it on that day, but it was unscathed.

The tortoise shell is already extremely hard, but this Brazilian tortoise has become a fine shell, and its carapace is even more invulnerable, which cannot be broken by ordinary magical weapons.

And the two red shadows that Xue Chen and the others saw from a distance just now are the red spots on the glans of Brazil.

This tortoise, which is native to American countries, is also called the red-eared turtle because there is a thick red stripe on both sides of the back of the head.

Because the erythema is too conspicuous and it happens to grow on both sides of the eyes, some people who are not familiar with the Brazilian tortoise often mistake the erythema for the eyes.

This Brazilian tortoise is dark green and black, very inconspicuous in the night, with its own invisibility effect, only these two red spots are very eye-catching.

It has a big body, and when its long neck is lifted, the two red spots seem to be floating in mid-air.

In the gloomy atmosphere of the cemetery, people just made up ghost lanterns.

Relying on the protection of the shell, the Brazilian tortoise started shaking again, proudly provoking: "So what if the mud is strong, it has the ability to break the shell of the nest!"

Jane Lance: "..."

It seems that this American tortoise has never suffered much, so he dares to say such words.

He looked at Xue Chen.

Xue Chen put his hands on his chest: "It's a little tricky."

But it's not that the tortoise shell can't be broken, on the contrary, it's because I'm afraid that if I punch it down, the tortoise shell won't be able to get back together.

The tortoise's cultivation is all on this layer of shell, and once the shell is broken, its life is almost gone. Now they don't know what's going on with the Brazilian tortoise, so they can't just kill it directly.

But the Brazilian tortoise thought they had nothing to do with him, and laughed more and more wildly: "Nimeng admit defeat, the turtle shell in the nest is the hardest..."

"Really? I don't believe it." Xue Chen clapped his hands suddenly, and said to Jane Lance, "Brother, give me your sword."

Jane Lance didn't know why, but she still passed the Rose Trial.

The long sword glowed a cold white light in the night.

Xue Chen compared the tortoise shell with the tip of his sword: "Brazilian tortoise, let me show you a brilliant stroke in the history of our Chinese culture - oracle bone inscriptions!"

"??" Brazil Turtle's laughter stopped abruptly, "Do you want to be dry?"

Xue Chen didn't answer it, but chatted with Jane Lance on his own: "Brother, what do you think is good to write on its shell?"

Jane Lance: "..."

Xue Chen's operations always made him want to laugh.

He thought about it seriously: "Such a big shell is quite suitable for advertising."

"It makes sense!" Xue Chen deeply agreed, and immediately had an idea, "Then write: professionally unblock the sewer!"

Jane Lance: "Okay."

"No—" the Brazilian tortoise uttered a terrified cry, "Don't, don't, don't write this, I'll come out, I'll come out right away!"

Director Ding at the side: "..."

Master Minsheng put in so much effort, it's not as threatening as a small advertisement...

The author has something to say:

Shen: The advertising space is for rent, and the auction starts now.

Brazilian turtle:? ? ? ?