Live broadcast of the heavens: The beginning was peeped by Daqin Zulong

Chapter 162 Strange Reappearance
With a sigh, Fang Xiaole went back to sleep.

Dreams have everything!
……

Fang Xiaole and Wencai fell asleep beautifully.

But Uncle Jiu couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Just now, the picture that had been floating in front of his eyes disappeared.

Just like what he guessed, that scene is closely related to Fang Xiaole.

Otherwise, the screen would not disappear after Fang Xiaole went to bed!
"This Fang Xiaole is too mysterious..."

……

In the live broadcast room, the audience was very abrupt.

Because the anchors they were watching closed the live broadcast room without any explanation or interaction.

But they also saw Fang Xiaole's exhaustion, after all, he had been busy all day.

Today, I went up the mountain to move the grave early in the morning.

It was already noon when we went down the mountain.

During the period, Ren Fa invited Uncle Jiu to dinner again, so Fang Xiaole must also go.

Lunch lasted until two o'clock in the afternoon, and then there was another chatter, and it was already late when I came back.

Perhaps it was because of relocating his father's grave, Ren Fa was very polite to the present Uncle Jiu and accompanied him all day.

Fang Xiaole and the audience in front of the screen can also tell from this that he is in Renjia Town!
Needless to say, the status is very high!

It's much higher than Uncle Jiu's status in the movie plot!
……

I am a kitten tooth: "I feel that I can see something that is not expressed in the movie from the anchor's live broadcast!"

Baibai Pangpang: "Indeed, there are many things unique to that era in the live broadcast."

Happy and happy: "Today, the plot of the movie is taken aside, and it is more about the nostalgia for the classics!"

The pen dropped: "How should I put it, the anchor can travel through time and space and show us Uncle Nine again..."

……

The live broadcast has been closed for a long time, but there are still many people active in the barrage area, obviously obsessed with the content of the live broadcast and looking forward to tomorrow's plot.

There are quite a few people who follow TV dramas and discuss the plot together.

Tom: "Is the corpse in the coffin the Chinese zombie?"

Thomas: "It doesn't feel like anything special?"

Mark: "Wait a little longer! I went over the wall and went to the barrage area in China to take a look. It seems that the plot has just begun!"

Jerry: "Over the wall? I'll go too!"

……

Good guy, now foreigners come over the wall and come to Huaxia's network to find videos and watch them.

The treatment is completely reversed.

The discussion on the Internet is endless, and time is passing.

……

……

late at night.

The moon is like water.

It seems that the stars feel ashamed under the bright moonlight, and they all hide their figures.

Yizhuang.

indoor.

A coffin filled with red wires lay quietly on a wooden frame.

At this moment, the coffin lid suddenly lifted, and then, the red line on the coffin suddenly glowed, like a net covering the coffin, preventing the things inside from crawling out.

"squeak……"

"squeak……"

……

The coffin made a teeth-shattering creaking sound, and at the same time, something suddenly protruded from the crack of the coffin!
It's a palm!
Nails that are as black as ink and are more than ten centimeters long are particularly breathtaking!
That's right, it's the old man in the coffin!
It has turned into a zombie!

However, when its withered palm touched the red line on the coffin, it quickly retracted as if touching molten iron!
The ink fountain lines on the coffin restrained the zombies.

Let it dare not move again!

For a while, the room fell into silence again.

However, the fact that the coffin was calm again did not mean that the room had returned to its previous tranquility.

The closed door was suddenly slightly pushed, and it didn't open.

It seemed that the thing outside the door noticed that the door was locked and stopped pushing it.

After a while, a black object slowly squirmed in the gap under the door, crawling towards the room.

Time passed slowly, and the black object had completely passed the door and entered the indoor floor.

Looking around, it looks like a pool of liquid, but it's as black as ink.

Like ink spilled on the ground.

……

Uncle Jiu, who was sleeping in the back room, suddenly opened his eyes, then stood up slightly and quickly, and walked out of the room.

Holding an oil lamp, Uncle Jiu came to the huge room where the coffin was placed.

Of course, Mrs. Ren's coffin is also placed here.

Uncle Jiu glanced in the direction of the door. There was nothing there, and the ground was also empty.

He walked around Old Master Ren's coffin, there was nothing unusual, and then walked to the place where Wen Cai slept.

Seeing Wencai hugging the snake pillow and sleeping like a dead pig, he couldn't help being speechless, "I don't know if it's you looking at the corpse or the corpse looking at you!"

Speak.Uncle Jiu pulled the quilt for Wen Cai before turning back to his room.

……

After Uncle Jiu left,

A pool of black liquid suddenly appeared, and then split into two, one rushed towards the direction of Old Master Ren's coffin, bounced on the ground, and landed on the coffin in an instant.

It turned a blind eye to the red line above the coffin, and the black shadow flickered and merged into the coffin.

At the same time, a puddle of black liquid came to Wencai's bedside, and without any hesitation, it instantly melted into Wencai's body.

"Hmm~"

Wen Cai seemed to have noticed something, but he just turned over and continued to sleep.

……

The next day, I got up early to practice.

Sitting on a bluestone in the yard, breathing the first ray of sunshine and purple air in the morning.

After Fang Xiaole finished training, Uncle Jiu came out of the room.

Seeing Fang Xiaole who was practicing, Uncle Jiu hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Xiao Le, what kind of scriptures are you practicing?"

At this time, Fang Xiaole had already turned on the live broadcast, and there was a burst of "good morning" voices in the live broadcast room.

Fang Xiaole hesitated, and before he could answer, some viewers in the live broadcast room answered for Fang Xiaole.

I am a little cat tooth: "Of course I am practicing the "Pre-Qin Qi Training Technique", a technique that can directly become an immortal!"

Happy: "Haha! It must be much better than Jiushu Maoshan's scriptures!"

It's just below: "It would be great if I could practice..."

Call Dad: "Wake up! The sun is drying your ass!"

Drinking water: "The anchor is practicing the fairy scriptures..."

……

There was joy in the live broadcast room.

After Uncle Jiu asked Fang Xiaole a question, he couldn't help but glanced at the scene in front of him. Of course, inevitably, he saw many words popping up on the screen.

And he can understand the font of the words.

"Xianjing?!"

Suddenly, he gasped.

What scriptures can be called fairy scriptures?

Nine years old was shocked!
At the same time, he was somewhat suspicious.

However, more is to believe!
Because Fang Xiaole's age and current strength have always proven that he is extremely talented in cultivation and the scriptures he practices are not simple!
Uncle Nine took a look at Fang Xiaole, and his movements were concealed, for fear that Fang Xiaole would know that he was watching his... live broadcast?
Seems like this is live streaming.

Of course, Fang Xiaole also saw the barrage in the live broadcast room, and couldn't help being speechless.

What fairy scriptures, sand sculpture netizens can really talk about it.

I'm still nervous!
Afterwards, he quickly corrected his expression, for fear that Uncle Jiu would see the clue and notice something strange about him.

After a moment of silence, Fang Xiaole finally opened his mouth to explain: "What I practice is an ancient cultivation method from the pre-Qin period. As for what it is called, I don't know."

Fang Xiaole's explanation was ambiguous, but he didn't lie either.

(End of this chapter)