With undead skills, I can read files infinitely

Seeing this, Gu An thought silently.

Simultaneously.

"Xiuxiu, let's go home."

He took his cold little hand and started to walk towards the first floor.

Han Xiuxiu was still holding his hand, silently following without a trace of resistance.

Soon, on the first floor, pushing open the door of 104, looking at everything inside, Gu An turned his head and smiled: "Xiuxiu, welcome home."

Han Xiuxiu looked at the strange house, her eyes were a little confused, and after a while, she hesitated and said: "Husband... this is not... home..."

Gu An was stunned for a moment, he understood Han Xiuxiu's meaning, in Han Xiuxiu's mind, Han's Village is the home, the one where you can see the green hills in the distance when you open the window, and the home where fireflies stay on the window eaves.

"Xiu Xiu, we will go home."

Gu An replied that most people would not be able to understand this, but Han Xiuxiu, whose IQ and reaction are still at the child stage, understood it, and she said softly: "Okay."

Seeing that Han Xiuxiu trusted him so much, Gu An smiled happily, feeling happier than anyone who recognized him.

Now that Han Xiuxiu's ghost has returned, he can then control the zombie king Han Laocai.

Fate is so wonderful, it feels like Han Laocai was still there respectfully calling Immortal Master to him at one moment, and now a hundred years have passed in the next second, and Han Laocai has become an unconscious zombie king.

For Han Laocai, Gu An has never had a good impression of him. The old man does a lot of evil, and becoming the zombie king is considered cheap for him.

But when talking about Han Laocai, Gu An couldn't help thinking of Zhang Huangwu...

This guy, when he talked to himself before, he missed many things in the middle.

For example, those new words, such as some information revealed by himself and him about a hundred years later, etc...

This time, when Gu An entered the ancient painting, he was busy all the time, but he didn't have time to chat with Zhang Huangwu about these things.

Also, what happened to me in the Han Family Village, although Han Xiuxiu was still dead, I didn't save her, and I didn't have the ability to change everything, but I didn't do anything to feel sorry for her...

He didn't promise anything to Xiuxiu. At that time, Zhang Huangwu also went to Longhu Mountain, not in Hanjia Village...

This doesn't seem to have anything to do with the word scumbag, does it?

How did Zhang Huang Wu know what happened later?

Gu An thought of a possibility, that is, later, he entered the world of ancient paintings again?

But the ancient painting has been destroyed, I tried it before, but I can't enter again, if I really enter again later, how will I enter?

Gu An stood in the room, silent.

By the way, he glanced at the scroll rolled up by himself at the corner, it was completely black, as if it had been painted with ink.

He couldn't figure out these questions for the time being, then shook his head and stopped thinking about them. The first task for the time being was to collect Han Laocai.

Thinking of this, Gu An also put aside distracting thoughts, first led Han Xiuxiu around the room, and now Han Xiuxiu, he didn't treat it as weird, but as a child, still at the stage of babbling.

Han Xiuxiu, who has returned from the ghost, is no different from before, and is still included in Gu An with a red hijab.

This way of connecting with family members doesn't seem to change no matter what happens.

After carefully stuffing the red hijab into his arms and putting it away, Gu An left the room.

Walking through the playground again and returning outside, the old driver continued to show a surprised expression.

Recently, Mr. Gu has been coming in and out quite frequently.

But he still kept his original job and didn't ask much.

All he needs to ask is one sentence, Mr. Gu, where are you going?

"Han family pit."

Gu An sat in the back and read softly.

The pit where Han Laocai was found was temporarily named the Han Family Pit because it was filled with spiritual tablets of the surname Han.

There are people guarding it day and night, and even a lot of people have been specially added.

After all, there is a Zombie King inside, which is currently being suppressed by an iron sword. If something happens and it is released, it will definitely be a disaster for the outside world.

The old driver maintained a stable and good driving habit, and arrived at Han's Tukeng after a few hours' drive.

The guards nodded and greeted Gu An when they saw him.

Gu An nodded slightly, and went straight into the pit without exchanging greetings for too long.

At this time, lights had been re-established around the pit, illuminating every inch of the corner brightly.

Relying on his memory, Gu An walked skillfully, and soon found the main coffin where Han Laocai was placed.

Han Laocai was lying peacefully inside, with an iron sword stuck straight into its heart. The iron sword was very thick, but its broad body could fully accommodate the size of the iron sword.

Gu An stepped forward, took a deep breath, then grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, and pulled it out suddenly.

Chapter 236 I really want Han Laocai to backstab his teammates

Han Laocai lay stiffly on the coffin board, while Gu An held the hilt of the sword with both hands and exerted all his strength.

The iron sword was very heavy, and it still fell from a high altitude. The powerful inertia not only penetrated Han Laocai's body, but also pierced the coffin board on his back.

In the pit, Gu An was the only living person. He exerted all his strength and let out a rough breathing sound.

Sounds echoed all around.

A little bit of subtle movement will be infinitely magnified.

Rows of coffin boards were parked on the left and right sides, and anyone would feel terrified, and only Gu An, who was as simple as eating and drinking water, didn't feel anything strange.

Under the dim light of the miner's lamp, Gu An's shadow was cast on the wall of the pit.

His shadow was stretched out, and the entire wall became his picture scroll.

With a low growl, he finally pulled out the iron sword.

The huge iron sword was as huge as the courtyard pillars in the house, only the hilt was just big enough to accommodate two hands.

The composition of this sword is very illogical.

Gu An gritted his teeth, even though he was very strong now, it was still difficult to hold the sword with both hands like this.