We all looked at the place where the sound came, and saw the first guy I threw out was sitting there, watching me muttering this.

I walked over and started kicking him, kicking him one by one, very silent.

The main reason is that I am very angry, so I slap! I was lying well in the coffin. You took me out for no reason. Now I ask me why I don’t blow the light? What does it have to do with you?

I am in my own home and do whatever I want. I'm talking about it, I haven't killed anyone or set fire, can I turn off your bird's business?

It's like you are sleeping in your own home... Omittedly, you see the ones in front... Finally, after you turn you off the bed, you get up, and then you plan to educate them, but they ask you?

"Why don't you turn off the lights? Why don't you turn off the lights? **Why don't you turn off the lights?"

I'm sorry!!! Is there anyone who is fucking reasonable? I'm at my house, and when I want to turn on the lights, turn off the lights when I want to turn off the lights. Do you care? I haven't disturbed the people? Have you ever heard of turning on the lights at your own house as an disturbing people?

So I beat him up, silently beat him up, too lazy to talk. I really don’t know what to say to them. If I say too much, I will cry...

After about ten minutes of kicking, I felt it was almost done, and I didn't want to beat him to death. It was also pitiful to see how he was beaten by me.

He lay on the ground with his head in his arms, and kept beating him silently, without any tricks.

This made me admire him. Although I didn't do anything, it hurts like this. This guy didn't say a word, so he was a man.

I stopped beating anymore, and I was really in no mood. Beating him was like an adult beating a child. There was no sense of accomplishment, but there was a hint of embarrassment.

The man lay on the ground for a while, sat up silently, looked at me, his eyes began to get angry, as if the soul of a person had returned. I was so happy that I thought my grandson had woken up, but I didn't expect him to say another word that made me vomit blood.

"Why don't you blow the light? If you don't want us to come, you blow the light? Why don't you blow the light??" He stood up suddenly and roared angrily as he tear my clothes.

I just thought this grandson had woken up, but I didn't expect that this guy was not awake, but crazy...

I lifted him with one hand and started slapping him, slapping him with the left and right, making him bleeding from his nose and mouth, rolling his eyes. After I slapped about a dozen slaps, this guy was almost out of breath...

I threw him towards their people, threw him among them, and said nothing.

"Are you a human or a ghost?" the guy who led the lead asked weakly.

"I have lived here for thousands of years. What do you think I am?" I rolled my eyes and replied.

After hearing this, the man didn't say anything, and continued to stare at me somewhere, and stopped talking.

Damn it, I stopped talking again, I was worried now. This is because I have encountered a hob. Are you going to beat me and leave and give me a message. If you want to beat me and accompany me, I won’t stop me from leaving, but I’m saying it.

Is this a fucking waste with me? How can I have time to waste with them? I was rushing back to sleep and get some sleep. I wonder if I will feel hungry when I wake up? Don’t say, I’m really a little hungry now.

I looked at the blood on the ground and swallowed my saliva. I looked at the eight people in front of me. They were not humans. This was the food delivered to my door. I would pinch these eight people, just enough for me to have a midnight snack.

When they saw me looking at them with a look of food, they finally realized and began to panic, looking like they wanted to escape but didn't dare.

I was surprised, why were they so calm? They just stood there looking at me like a fool, without any other reaction?

Later, after I entered human society, I gradually realized that no matter who anyone saw an indestructible monster crawling out of the grave, he would be frightened, even professional tomb robbers were no exception.

Because they had never seen a corpse that could speak humans, this was beyond their common sense, and therefore there was no power to resist. If an inhuman corpse ran out, they would have been desperate...

Their main intention to not leave is that they are afraid of angering me and arousing my hostility, so they simply stand there and wait.

We continued to look at each other. Now I couldn't stand it anymore. I was about to talk, but my grandson, who had just been knocked out of nowhere, had woken up and spoke in front of me.

He stood up, bowed deeply to me, and said, "I was wrong. Forgive me, you can eat or drink whatever you want."

I was stunned. What does it mean? I want me to forgive him? I even let me eat him? Why does it sound so strange?

"You go, leave before I can control my appetite, otherwise I might really turn you into my supper." I said helplessly. When I met such a group of people, I really had no choice.

After hearing this, they were stunned collectively, then they showed a look of joy, and turned around and were about to leave without saying a word.

"Wait a minute, I'll just leave like this? Don't leave anything?"

After hearing this, their faces showed bitterness, and the person who led the lead asked, "What do you want, to kill my life or to ask for the part on me?"

I was stunned after hearing this and said, "I am not interested in those things. I take out any valuable things on you, and leave them all for me."

They almost cried after hearing this, and came to steal a tomb. It would be fine if they didn't get the things, but they were even robbed. What a depressing thing.

In the end, they left. They were smart because those things outside were not worth fighting with me. So after they put down everything on their bodies, they left without saying a word, leaving only where I was studying things.

The final result was that I didn’t know anything except the tools for tomb robbing, and many things I had never seen before, and the complexity was beyond my imagination.

Thanks to many of those things, such as a small box that will make a sound when pressed, but it will stop illuminating over time. It says that it is low in power, please charge it, etc. After I used an electric spell, the box broke...

I learned a little bit about the text I am using now, and some messy things that I can't say. Although it is of no use, it also allows me to have some understanding of this dynasty. After understanding it, I felt bored again and planned to continue to sleep with me, but I didn't plan to get to know them in depth.
Chapter completed!