How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

Just when the thing inside the King Kong Wall ruthlessly devoured three lives.

At four o'clock in the evening, the moon hangs high on the branches.

A courtyard near Panjiayuan in Forty-Nine City is Feng Shiwen's residence in Kyoto.

After all, the old man is the descendant of the Feng family's Guanshan Taibao. He has robbed many large tombs in his life. He has a rich fortune and it is normal for him to live in a courtyard.

Setting up a stall selling paper money and incense candles every night is just a hobby.

Make friends with strange people and magicians, and wait for the descendants of Faqiu Tianguan to appear.

Now that Deling was stolen and Faqiu Tianguan's descendants also took away the Faqiu seal, he naturally no longer had the need to go out.

At this moment, the old man was sitting in the main room, staring blankly at the bright moon outside the window.

Next to him was a pot of old wine and unshelled peanuts.

A sip of wine, two peanuts, and three long sighs.

By this time, the Diamond Wall should have been dug up in Deling, right?

With the help of his apprentice and the temptation of Guanshan Magic Pen, it shouldn't be difficult to hunt down the golden-scaled anaconda.

If the diamond wall is broken, the underground palace can be opened.

The old man just doesn't know what other methods his ancestors can use in the Deling Underground Palace!

He was even more worried about whether his disciple Li Cen could complete his mission and leave that place of death and life alive.

After thinking about it, another mouthful of old wine was poured into his throat, and he coughed violently.

Feng Shiwen covered his chest and smiled bitterly.

When I was young, I didn't know the depth of things. I was arrogant and greedy for money. I dug many big tombs and was tainted with a lot of death energy.

Once this death energy enters the body, it cannot be driven away.

As I get older, I'm afraid my time is running out.

It’s time to drink less.

At the very least, he had to wait until the results came from Deling, then he could die with peace of mind.

The old man put the wine bottle on the table, supported the corner of the table and was about to get up and go back to the house to rest.

But just stood up...

Stab it!

There was the sound of brakes outside the hospital, followed by the sound of a car door being opened, and the sound of uniform footsteps.

Feng Shiwen's whole body tensed up suddenly, and he felt a gust of cold wind blowing.

The untied paper figures and horses in the living room swayed in the cold wind, making crackling sounds.

Among them, two paper figures with red painted cheeks even turned their heads slightly.

Enemy but not friend, or friend but not enemy?

Feng Shiwen raised his dim eyes and looked outside the courtyard, waving his hand as if to tell the paper man not to move without permission.

He simply sat down again and looked at the screen wall quietly.

There were several squeaking sounds coming from the screen wall, which was the broken wooden door being pushed open.

A large number of footsteps stopped moving forward, and only a figure flashed out from behind the screen wall.

The moonlight was dim, Feng Shiwen looked down on his appearance, and could only vaguely see that the other person was about fifty years old, wearing gray clothes, wearing a pair of espadrilles, and walking quietly with his hands behind his back.

This man walked into the main room and grinned when he saw that Feng Shiwen had not rested yet and the room was filled with the smell of alcohol.

"Old thief Feng, you are over 80 years old. Are you still drinking like this and waiting to die?"

The other party happened to be standing in the shadow, blocking the moonlight, and Feng Shiwen still couldn't see his face clearly.

But when the other party said these words, the old man laughed.

They are enemies, not friends.

"You're not dead after all. What's the point of living if you don't drink some wine?"

After speaking, Feng Shiwen grabbed the wine bottle on the table and poured it into his mouth, then threw it towards the other party.

"Little brother, do you want to try it?"

Feng Shiwen is in his eighties, so it is natural to call a middle-aged man in his fifties little brother.

When the middle-aged man saw the wine bottle flying towards him, his expression changed slightly, and the hands he had been holding behind his back finally let go.

He stretched out his left hand to catch the wine bottle, and poured the strong wine down his throat without dissatisfying the old man.

Gudong Gudong Gudong...

I drank at least nearly a kilogram of old wine in this rage.

Feng Shiwen's eyes glowed, not because he was amazed at the other party's drinking capacity, but because he was amazed at the other party's technique.

He just threw the wine bottle with his hand. In fact, there is a saying that spending a lot of money is one of the secret skills of the Feng family besides tomb robbing.

The so-called "spending a thousand pieces of gold" literally means hitting the hidden weapon with the greatest force, as if it were worth a thousand pieces of gold.

In particular, the wine pot was made of pure copper and weighed at least thirteen or four kilograms. Feng Shiwen threw it hard and fast.

If he were an ordinary person, he would probably have a greater chance of surviving if he didn't get smashed to death on the spot.

But the opponent held it firmly with one hand, and it was obvious that his skills were very good.

Moreover, the opponent still used his left hand, which made Feng Shiwen feel wary.

This person has bad intentions, and it seems he can't... tonight.

good death.

"Gudong, Gudong... Gudong..."

There was more than a kilogram of wine left in the pot, which was poured down by the middle-aged man in an instant.

He dropped the flask and laughed loudly.

"Hahaha, good wine, good wine! You can't find such a good first wine in Sijiu City. Old thief Feng, you will enjoy it."

The so-called first wine refers to the first pot of wine before Erguotou.

As we all know, after the grain is steamed to make wine, the first Guotou wine has the highest intensity, which can reach at least 75 degrees, making it impossible for ordinary people to drink it.

Therefore, wineries in Sijiucheng will choose to sell second-pot wine, called Erguotou.

Feng Shiwen was worried about the apprentice who was going to the tomb. He was so worried that he took out the Touguo wine that he had treasured for a long time and drank it. He just wanted to get drunk, but he drank it all.

The middle-aged man drank one and a half kilograms of strong liquor, and there seemed to be nothing unusual about it.

He continued to spread his left hand.

"Okay, old thief Feng, take out your things!"

thing?

what?

Feng Shiwen's heart sank, but he didn't ask, he just looked at the other party quietly.

Seeing that Feng Shiwen didn't respond, the middle-aged man laughed.

He looked at the paper people and horses in the room, and then looked at the moon on the branches outside the door.

"Don't want to give it?"

Withdrawing his left hand, he once again walked slowly around the room with his hands behind his back.

"It's okay if you don't want to give it."

The man nodded: "That thing is something that your Feng family has guarded for generations. How can you take it out so easily."

"But I don't understand why you let your apprentice go to Deling tomb?"

"What are you doing? After living a long life, being alone all your life, and finally raising a pretty good apprentice, are you so willing to let him die?"

The man stopped and unknowingly was only one step away from Feng Shiwen. He was still blocked by the moonlight and could not see his appearance clearly.

Feng Shiwen felt a murderous intent coming over him, but the old man who was used to seeing life and death still didn't react.

"Haha, the underground palace designed by the Feng family, how could anything happen to the descendants of the Feng family if they go down there!"

"Friend, are you worrying too much?"

The little brother became a friend, and Feng Shiwen gave him a little more respect.

And, along with respect, there was also some hostility.

He is warning the other party not to take action easily, otherwise your life will be at risk.

If I call you little brother, I'm afraid you'll say I'm bullying the younger. If I call you friend, we can fight to the death.

Whether you worry too much or not is also telling you that it’s none of your business!

Why can't the middle-aged man understand what the other person means, and he still doesn't care.

He smiled softly and said, "Are you worrying too much? Not really?"

"There is a Jingling Armor of Nine Deaths guarding the Deling Underground Palace. Who can enter alive, and who can..."

"Get out alive?"

Feng Shiwen Wannian Gujing Wubo's expression suddenly changed.

He was so shocked that he almost jumped up from the wicker chair and shouted uncontrollably.

"Deling, you actually have the Nine Death Jingling Armor?"