The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Worlds, full of wonders.

This floating tribe who lives and dies day and night is just a corner of the great world.

Whether it is the floating tribe, or other people, or other things, they are just a landscape in Xiao Chen's long life.

Xiao Chen might sympathize, maybe feel sad, and even if conditions permit, Xiao Chen would read a scripture for them, but Xiao Chen would never stop.

The wind picked up, and Xiao Chen's clothes rattled in the wind.

The old tree spirit appeared beside Xiao Chen.

The old man's snow-white beard and hair danced in the wind, making his chubby face look a little funny.

The old man pointed to the right with a nervous expression and said, "Daxian, you must never go there. There is an invincible battle spirit entrenched there, full of resentment, and all life is extinct."

Xiao Chen laughed, patted the old man's shoulder and said with a smile: "You old man is really bad."

"Obviously knowing that I don't belong here, there must be a purpose for coming here, and now you have revealed a little bit of information to me. Didn't you lure me there on purpose?"

"Wait there, I'll fight with that bullshit war spirit, so you can watch the fire from the other side."

The old man's face was reddish, and he scratched his head in embarrassment.

Careful thinking was seen through, he faced his teacher like a primary school student who made a mistake, a little uneasy.

Facing the young Xiao Chen, the old man's embarrassing look didn't seem to violate harmony at all, it seemed like it should be like this.

The old man opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he didn't speak after all.

Xiao Chen shook his head: "Don't worry, since you're brazenly playing with such small thoughts, I'll go over and have a look."

The old man was a little surprised, why the great fairy's thinking was so out of the way.

Clearly aware of his own little abacus, he still has to drill it himself.

Xiao Chen's figure swiftly rushed towards the direction the old man was pointing at.

Clearly aware of the old man's calculations, Xiao Chen didn't care about it, the reason was very simple.

When the old man spoke just now, his hands were shaking very badly. A person who is calculating others and shaking his hands should not be too bad.

Xiao Chen's figure was very fast, and afterimages appeared on many tree tops.

If someone looked down from the sky, they would find countless Xiao Chens appearing above the forest sea, frozen in various poses on the top of the trees, it was magnificent.

...

When Xu Huaiyi's eyes brightened, he felt waves of scorching air rushing towards him.

Xu Huaiyi quickly took out the small pistol he used for self-defense, and looked around nervously.

Surrounded by a barren Gobi Desert, the edge cannot be seen at a glance, some large and small stones are scattered on the Gobi Desert, without a trace of life.

And that scorching air wave came from a distance, and the air was twisted by the impact of the heat wave.

Fortunately, the distance was far enough, and the heat wave reached Xu Huaiyi's body, which was already tolerable.

Xu Huaiyi opened the kettle and took a sip, then began to look for his companions.

Don't look at Xu Huaiyi as a nerd engaged in scientific research. When he was young, the old man gave up his pen and joined the army. He actually went to the battlefield and killed people.

After the battle was won, the old man picked up his pen again and started researching with peace of mind.

Otherwise, how could he, a national treasure-level researcher, give birth to a son who wields knives and guns all day long.

The old man looked around, but did not find his companion.

The old man knows that the most important thing now is to find his own companions. If there are many people and strength, it is good to have someone to take care of them.

The old man took out the compass and some instruments for scientific research, but found that they were all out of order.

This made the old man feel a little uneasy. After walking for a while, the old man felt a little powerless.

This scorching air wave made the old man's already unhealthy physical strength drain quickly.

The old man leaned against a boulder, panting heavily.

A rough picture on the stone aroused the interest of the old man.

The picture was extremely crude, just like a child's random graffiti, but the old man still saw the clues from the simple picture.

The pattern recorded should be a large group of people walking out of the forest.

The leader is a monster with eight legs, three heads and six arms.

The monster opened its mouth wide, as if it was spraying something. Above the monster's head were clusters of scribbled and dense lines.

The old man took out his camera and began to take pictures, while thinking about the meaning of the pattern written in his heart.

But there was so little information, the old man put away his camera and ran to another boulder.

Sure enough, as the old man expected, there is also a pattern on this boulder.

After watching for a long time, the old man realized that this should be a picture of a soldier who was ordered to go to war when he was in danger.

The old man looked at the boulders one by one, and found that these patterns were not coherent, as if the owner of the drawing was just painting where he thought of on a whim.

But the old man used clues and various reasonable inferences. These pictures should express the scene of the Yellow Emperor fighting Chi You.

And in the first picture, the monster with a face like a cow's head, eight legs, three heads and six arms is the legendary soldier Chi You.

The old man was very excited about his discovery.

And one of them should be a picture of the legendary Vulcan Zhurong fighting the water god Gonggong, which is extremely detailed.

I was taking pictures, but the old man's face suddenly changed again. There are pictures here, so what does it mean? It means that there is no activity here.

The old man suddenly became nervous. He was not the kind of nerd who stayed in the laboratory all day and had fantasies about everything.

Appearing here so abruptly might cause some trouble.

The old man put away the camera, took out the binoculars, and found a lush forest at the end of his field of vision.

The old man decided to leave here first, and wait until he finds a companion, and it will not be too late to come back to study.

Suddenly an illusory shadow appeared in the corner of the old man's eyes, and the old man turned his head suddenly, but there was nothing in his eyes.

The old man's heart trembled, he quickened his pace, and ran towards the forest.

A feeling of being peeped climbed into the heart of the old man, but every time he turned his head, there was nothing.

"Could it be something unclean?" The old man wondered in his mind.

Fortunately, since the spiritual energy of heaven and earth recovered, all kinds of strange things have been seen, and the old man did not panic.

But as time went by, the feeling of being watched became more and more serious, and the old man could even feel that invisible thing was floating around him.

Sweat dripped from his forehead in big drops. This kind of invisible and intangible fear is the most heart-breaking thing.

Suddenly the old man felt a chill on his neck, and the old man subconsciously touched his neck.

"boom!"

The old man instantly collapsed on the ground, because his hands were covered with blood.

The old man pressed his neck tightly, and the painful pain rushed into his mind at this time.

The old man felt the wound on the neck with his hands, but luckily the aorta was not injured.