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In the end, the man was beaten and cried by me. I don’t know if he was beaten or scared. Anyway, he cried, and he was so sad.

The people who came with him were not idle when I beat that person up. They threw all of them at me, such as pistols, hunting guns, and black donkey hoof gold talismans, and I didn't plan to pay attention to them at all.

I just grabbed the guy who asked me why the guy who blew his lights and beat him up, and it was so satisfying.

I stopped hitting the man until he cried. In fact, I didn't use much strength. If I really wanted to kill him, I would probably be able to go home by myself with a slap.

I put down the man, and he sat on the ground and cried loudly, "What the hell is it okay to bring a gold-touching talisman to the tomb?! What the hell is it that you can just wait for him if you encounter a zongzi and get two shots?! They are all lie! I haven't heard of such a powerful zongzi."

This is the first time I have been to rob the tomb... Am I the next generation who has destroyed the tomb robbers???

I resisted the urge to beat him (because I still called me Zongzi). Looking at him, he looked really pitiful now. I felt sorry for my conscience when beating him.

He was still sitting on the ground crying, crying so heart-wrenchingly, crying so magnificently, and I felt a little ashamed of crying...

I asked myself: Am I bullying? Am I doing a bit too much? I didn’t do anything? It’s like a thief who came to your house and you beat him to cry. At this time, you really don’t know what to do. If you can’t hit him, don’t hit him, and don’t know what to say to him? Do you want to comfort him?

OK, I'll comfort him...

"Brother, brother, don't do this. You can't encounter any corpse that comes out tomb robbers. I'm talking about it. My brother is still a zombie. It's not embarrassing that you were beaten by me. Really, it's not embarrassing to be beaten by a zombie like me."

I don’t know if I’m a slut. I just beat someone up and don’t say that, but now I want to comfort him. Isn’t this sick?

I comforted him for a long time before he gradually stopped crying, looked up at me and asked, "Really?"

I nodded: "Really."

I'm so depressed??? Why is this so fucking wrong? Also, is this grandson in front of me slow to react? ** Have you ever seen a zombie talking and reasoning with people? You won't be surprised? Look at the people who come with you, and after seeing me being able to talk, they are all stupid.

It was another persuasion and education. It was really not easy for me. I don’t know how many tomb robbers I have said the same thing to, and I can already recite it backwards.

I sent them away. Before leaving, the buddy who was beaten to tears held my hand and said, "Brother, fate!!! Brother, after I go out, I will definitely be a good person and will not rob the tombs anymore. Even if I rob the tombs, when I see the corpse, I will never call them rice dumplings. I will definitely respect the corpse in the future."

I am satisfied with his words, which means respecting the corpse in the future. I pretend that I didn’t hear anything else. What does it mean to not rob the tomb in the future? Even if it is to rob the tomb, can you rob the tomb in the future? What did you give me the correct words?

I don’t know how effective it has been to educate tomb robbers in the tomb, but at least I later heard that because of my reasons, there are really many tomb robbers who have stopped washing their hands. Is this considered to be a contribution to the country???

I stayed in the tomb for a few days, but I really couldn't stay there anymore. I didn't live like this. Someone ran to your house every few days, don't tell me if I don't bring gifts, and don't knock on the door. What's the place here? A hotel?

I couldn't stand it anymore, so in the end I had no choice but to leave my tomb and go outside to see what the world had become. Anyway, I couldn't sleep anymore, so I had to go out and take a look.

With a helpless mood, I walked out of my tomb for the first time and came outside.

It would be fine if I didn't come out, but I'll just snatch it! I was almost smothered by the air here. What kind of breath is this? Why is it so unpleasant? Why is the spiritual energy in this place so thin? If I practice here, I probably won't be able to practice it until my next life.

Looking at some other places, it’s really lively. Look, look, there are so many people, about a few thousand meters away from me, it seems that something is going on. A group of people should be a group of ordinary people, holding up some sticks and other things in front of their village.

Another group of people looked fierce and cruel, sitting on some movable steel monsters, staring at the villagers below, and it seemed that they were arguing about demolishing the house.

Not long after the quarrel, the fight started. Those who wanted to demolish the houses instantly gained the upper hand, defeating the villagers, and some people drove those steel monsters to death.

When crushing the villagers to death, he still shouted in his mouth: "If you don't let go, you will only have a few money to accompany you. You are not worth much money."

I looked helplessly and said to myself, "Oh, it's still like this, it's still like this world."

But I think it is strange that this place is so lively. Human experience has developed to such a place. I remember that at that time, this place was a desolate place that makes people collapse. It is absolutely impossible to shit.

But now that humans can survive here, it is really not easy.

I didn't pay much attention to the fights happening below. In my eras, such things happened almost every day, fighting and dying every day. I have become accustomed to these bloody scenes.

I turned around and began to decorate my own grave. It was like an ordinary person's home. When you go, you must at least lock the door of the home.

After adding a few magic spells, I still felt that it was not safe. Finally, I gritted my teeth and moved the entire tomb. After finding a mountain, I pressed my tomb down. After marking it, I took a few small accessories that I didn’t like very much and left here.

According to those guys who came to steal my tomb, whatever things in my tomb are very valuable, and I just know one thing, that money is very useful in that era.

I am also considered rich. There is a lot of money in this era, at least tens of thousands of dollars...

Those were all for me who robbed the tomb robbers, and they also brought a lot of money on them. Although most of the money was in their cards, I really robbed a lot of money after the extra cash.

But I was so ignorant about this world that I didn’t know how to buy things here and how to spend the money in my hands.

But I am a smart exorcist. At least I know it. If I don’t understand, I ask this truth.

I made a phone call, and the first call I ever came to this world was to call the first person to steal my tomb.

I really have a deep impression of this person because he gives me the feeling of being professional, and because... he is the first and only person to leave me with contact information.

I still remember that he said to me earnestly: "This... I really don't know what to call you. If you want to say your real age, I will take advantage of you as my ancestor, but you look younger than me. If you don't mind, I'd better call you brother."

I didn't mind, these are just one title, and I don't care much about these titles when I said it.

It was not until later that I learned that calling people a ancestor has two meanings. Calling a ancestor to a dead person is respectful, and calling a ancestor to a living person is almost like cursing and taking advantage of it.

If you don’t believe it, go to the street to see those parents, and the children in their families are either called ancestors or little ancestors...

If he calls me ancestors, he will basically take advantage of it. So this elder brother doesn't call me that, so he can give me face. I am very grateful...

He said to me at the time: "Brother, I don't know if you will go out in the future, but I think you will come out in the future. So, after you come out, many things need money at this time. If you lack money, come to me. Anything in your stuff is just as good as that, it's very expensive. If you need it, you can come to me, and I won't cheat you."

I still remember his words freshly. It's so sincere and professional. What is talent? This is talent. In my tomb, I have seen all kinds of tomb robbers. Those people are greedy and desperate. When facing me, they also burst out with great courage and fearlessness. But no one of them said to me: "Brother! Let's do this business. Look at what's the point here. I'll buy two..."

To be honest, there are so many things I can't use here. There are many things that are priceless in their eyes, and in my eyes I have no place to deal with them. If you want them, I really can't say anything. Just think that you helped me clean the garbage. Maybe I can give you some money when you leave.

But look at them, good guys, long and short weapons, black donkey hoofs, and gold-touching talismans, and all the guys who can kill me are used. Sometimes I really want to ask them, are you here to rob the tomb or grab the territory? Don’t you have to be so cruel, right?

As I said in Chapter 1, I didn’t want to pay attention to them when they came to get things, but they didn’t finish it. Not only did they open my coffin, but they also wanted to kill me. Then I was forced to take action. If they came to buy things, I would have to endure it.
Chapter completed!