The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

"After you sing, I will appear on the stage, how many heroes see the bones..."

A beautiful drama came from the pavilion.

Xiao Chen landed on the side of the small pavilion and watched quietly.

In the pavilion, a person wearing a costume and a mask on his face was singing like a fascinating song.

The extremely colorful costumes, coupled with the masks that look like a smile but not a smile, like a cry but not cry, filled the atmosphere with an indescribable sense of strangeness.

On the small stone table in the pavilion, two teacups were placed, and there was steaming smoke from the teacups.

Xiao Chen was not polite, walked straight into the pavilion, sat down on the stone stool, took one of the cups of tea and drank it.

"Good tea...a fart." Xiao Chen yelled nervously, shaking the entire small pavilion constantly.

The opera singer stopped, his eyes a little bit resentful, as if he was dissatisfied that Xiao Chen interrupted his performance.

"God of Mingming, we seem to have a fate." Xiao Chen smiled and poured himself a cup of tea.

"I have seen the Great Emperor." Because he was wearing a mask and couldn't see his expression clearly, the opera singer just bowed deeply to Xiao Chen.

Holding the tea, Xiao Chen turned around, looked at the endless desolate desert, and joked: "The scenery is okay, but is it too lonely to live here alone?"

"No, no, no." The actor known as the **** of the underworld shook his head: "Loneliness is a portrayal of an incompetent person, who wants to be prosperous but can't get it."

"Oh? You are not called loneliness?" Xiao Chen smiled and drank another cup of tea.

"This is called loneliness." The God of Mingming laughed: "You are in a prosperous place, but you are also lonely, because you stand too high and look too far."

"It's interesting." Xiao Chen turned around and put the teacup on the table.

"Are you cultivating here?" Xiao Chen asked without words.

"No!" The God of Underworld shook his head: "I'm here waiting for someone."

"Waiting for whom?"

"In the dark, there is a definite number!"

"Do you see me like that fixed number?"

"It's not like, you are the fixed number."

"Well, what are you waiting for me?"

"Tell you one thing."

"Are you staying alone here just to tell me one thing?"

"Yes."

"not worth it."

"worth it."

"You are really interesting."

"You are the most interesting."

"interesting."

"It's very interesting."

"Hahaha!" Xiao Chen said and laughed, "What do you want to tell me?"

"Forgot." The God of Ming Ming helplessly spread his hands.

"forget?"

"Yes, forgot."

"That must not be an important thing. No one will forget the important thing."

"It's a very important thing, but I can't remember it anymore."

"are you kidding me."

"I never tease others, everything has my own destiny."

"Okay! How can you remember this important thing that you forgot?"

"It's very simple, if the war is won, after the victory, you have to let me follow."

"How can you be sure that I can win?"

"I'm betting, although I'm not used to betting."

"Why do you want to press me to win? You are not in the Six Realms, and you are not in reincarnation. You are out of the great road. You may be qualified to go to a foreign land to talk about it. After all, the odds of winning in a foreign land are not even a little bit.

"Because I think you are handsome."

"Hahaha, have a vision."

"Then we are friends now?"

"No, no, I don't like you, even if you think I'm handsome."

"Well, you make me sad."

"It's better for you to be sad than me."

The **** of the underworld poured Xiao Chen a cup of tea: "This tea has no name. It takes root in one million years, sprouts in one million years, grows up in one million years, and finally has to wait for one million years to mature. Give it a name."

Xiao Chen thought about it "seriously" and joked: "Let's call it ice black tea, it sounds good and delicious."

"Okay... the name is called Ice Tea." The God of Mingming exaggeratedly patted the table.

If he knew about ice black tea and sold it for three yuan a bottle on the earth, he didn't know what he would think.

The mist from the tea enveloped Xiao Chen's eyes, and the scene in front of him gradually changed.

The scenery stretched out, Xiao Chen saw the death and nothingness, Xiao Chen heard howls and curses, and finally Xiao Chen saw a figure born from the death and nothingness.

"Unite, unite, fight the unknown, fight the unknown..."

Xiao Chen's head was as painful as it burst.

"What did you see?" There was expectation and tension in the eyes of the **** of the underworld.

"What do you think I should see?" Xiao Chen patted his aching head and asked rhetorically.

The God of Underworld stretched his hand to his face, uncovered some of the mask, exposing his mouth.

The mouth of the **** of the underworld moved gently, but there was no sound.

But Xiao Chen could tell from the shape of his mouth that the two words the God of Mingming said were "unknown."

"I didn't see what you called..."

"Shhh..." Xiao Chen didn't know the two words, but he was interrupted by the **** of Mingming before he said it.

Xiao Chen nodded and continued: "I saw that there were beings born in nothingness, and he told me to unite."

The God of Underworld nodded: "You are stronger than I thought."

Xiao Chen shrugged: "I have agreed to your terms. Now you can tell me what you call important things!"

"Of course." The God of Mingming nodded, and solemnly said a few words.

"Remember, pioneers are not enemies."

Xiao Chen's eyelids twitched, and his brain was a little messy.

The God of Underworld smiled: "The real enemy is at the top."

Xiao Chen frowned, and Xiao Chen didn't seem to mention it completely.

"Of course it's a bit early to say these things. You won't be eligible to consider these things until you win this war."

Xiao Chen nodded: "Since you have pressured me to win, can you help me?"

Xiao Chen had once met the clone of the **** of the underworld, at that time he felt that this product should not be very good, at most it was a guy hiding behind the scenes, pretending to be a ghost.

It now appears that this is not the case.

Because Xiao Chen couldn't see through this guy.

Such a guy, if he can make a move, he can increase his chances of winning.

"Don't dare." The God of Underworld shook his head, "It's hunting us."

"Who? You?" Xiao Chen frowned.

"Hush...it will hear it." The God of Underworld made a hush gesture.

"When you win the war and break through the shackles, you will be aware of its existence. Be careful, if you are caught by it, you will become one of us."

"Pretending to be a ghost." Xiao Chen rolled his eyes and got up and stretched.

"Is there any ice tea? Give me some decoration. I will take it back and give it to my family."

"It's gone." The **** of the underworld spreads his hands.

"Cut, petty ghost." Xiao Chen curled his lips, preparing to leave.

"Be careful, be careful, be careful." The God of Ming Ming put on his mask and said three be careful to Xiao Chen.

"You are the one who has the most chance to kill it. The complete you has paved the way for you. All you have to do is to be careful."

Seeing the stern God of Mingming said, Xiao Chen nodded.