Cai Gen slapped his forehead, it was a bit too much.
This is done, it's broken.
Just like many times in life.
I set out in a hurry, moved forward with a sluggish tone, and finally forgot the original goal.
Isn't the purpose of my trip to get Ponte to save flies?
As a result, I forgot about the flies.
He quickly took Xiaosun and the others to the basement.
As soon as the elevator stopped, Cai Gen secretly thought that he was lucky.
The cement that Blind He paid for was all there. Fortunately, he didn't let Huang Ping seal it.
Otherwise, you will have to pound cement, which will increase the workload.
Open the basement door again and come to the basement filled with summoning circles.
This time was different from last time, all the lines of the formation were faintly lit up.
It seems that the line that was short of power suddenly received power and started to start.
It seems that after the spiritual energy is revived, these magic circles have also been charged, and they will be fully activated at some point in the future.
With the light of the magic circle, the big coffin looked even more gorgeous.
That complex pattern is definitely a work of art.
Cai Gen didn't have time to appreciate it, so he took Xiao Sun and Cha Cha and directly opened the coffin lid.
The black energy, which was like substance, completely obscured the contents of the coffin.
After wandering for a long time, I saw the mummy of flies tied up.
He was motionless and his figure had become much thinner.
Cai Gen subconsciously reached out and touched it. This time it was not a shadow, but a real thing.
It seemed that Blind He had not deceived him. The fly had been teleported back before he set off.
It's just that after so many days, it's a little bit ominous.
"Third uncle, I think he is dead.
Normally, if you don't drink water for three days, you will die.
No one can survive seven days without food.
We have been back and forth for more than ten days, almost half a month.
It doesn't stink now, which means the coffin has a good preservation effect.
Otherwise, let’s put it inside and bury it directly.”
Buried?
Cai Gen felt that if a fly could be buried in this coffin, it would not be a loss, and it might even be a big advantage.
But, how should I explain it to his wife, Dr. Li?
How do you explain it to your heart?
No matter how fucked up the flies are, they are still friends with emotional foundation.
"No, we can't just bury it like this.
Xiaotian, send a message to Emperor Fengdu and ask if the fly has passed."
The whistling cat jumped on the fly and remained still, as if thinking about something.
"Oh, Xiaotian, come down.
If you continue to fix his corpse, the dog is gone, and we don’t have any professionals."
"Master, he can't get up, and he's not dead at all.
I heard him snoring."
Um?
Snoring?
Cai Gen put his ear to the fly's mouth, and there was indeed a snoring sound.
this
It's a bit magical.
I haven't starved to death for more than ten days, and I am still in the mood to sleep. If something goes wrong, there must be a monster.
Cai Gen called several friends aside and did not act rashly.
"Can you see that it's still a fly?
Logically speaking, it should have been cold by now.
However, he can still breathe, has his body been taken away?"
After experiencing the Punte incident, Cai Gen was deeply afraid of seizing his body.
"Master, this is easy to distinguish. Let me try."
Saying that, Xiaolingmao jumped on the fly again and scratched his face.
When he took off the bandage, he also scratched flies all over his face.
After the blood flowed out, the fly opened its eyes suddenly.
After sitting up, I gasped for air.
"Damn it, Uncle Ji, save me.
Ah, why are you tickling me?
Where’s Uncle Ji?”
Cai Gen saw the fly wake up and came to the coffin.
"Uncle Chicken? What were you dreaming about?"
When the fly saw Cai Gen, he couldn't hold back any longer.
He burst into tears and reached out to grab Cai Gen's clothes.
"Lao Gen, save me.
Why did you come?
I was almost killed."
Xiao Sun and Cha Cha pulled the fly out of the coffin.
By the way, help him take off all the bandages.
Cai Gen wiped the fly's face with his hand, and found blood and snot on his hand.
He casually rubbed it on the fly's clothes.
"Isn't it enough to take advantage?
I finally screwed myself up.
Let me tell you, suffering is a blessing. Do some good deeds and cultivate your character.
If you don’t listen, you just won’t listen, maybe you’ll have a better memory this time.”
The fly grabbed Cai Gen's hand and refused to let go, as if Cai Gen was the only one who could give him a sense of security.
"Well, my memory has improved, and I will improve my character in the future."
I lit a cigarette for him and took the fly back upstairs.
I took a shower just now, half way through, and now I’m back in the bathtub with the flies.
"Hey, tell me, what happened to you?
How did you survive these days?"
Flies and smoke never left his mouth. The more than ten days of imprisonment had made his spirit a little sensitive and in a trance.
"Lao Gen, I don't know what happened to me.
He fell into the coffin and was wrapped in bandages.
Then he appeared in a stone house.
He was lying on a big rock with many tubes inserted into his body.
Dude, I thought I was going to be fucked.
Fortunately, no, hehe."
Still thinking about giggling, Cai Gen thought the fly should be fine.
"After that, a particularly tall dog man came.
Very tall, like a giant.
I thought I was going to be treated like dog food.
Fortunately, neither did.
Haha, I'm quite lucky, right?"
Dog man?
In this image, Cai Gen can match up with Seth, which is very different.
"The dog man was working on me, chanting spells and casting spells.
It felt like there was a leak in my body, and black gas started to come out.
The dog man seemed to be disgusted with these black energies and immediately ran away.
Then I returned to the coffin.
As soon as I thought about it, the lid of the coffin was closed.
No matter how much I struggled for help, no one answered me.
Later, I seemed to fall asleep."
Cai Gen estimated that it was at that time that He Xiazi closed the coffin lid.
"Then later, I had a dream.
I met a pretty foreigner who was pretty girly.
He called me Son of Darkness and asked me to call him Uncle Ji.
He is said to be the only clan member I have in this world.
It’s also for the people closest to me.
The revival of Bei's divine system depends on me.
I think it was him who tricked me into killing the God of Light and overthrowing the Ashesa Clan.
I have to take responsibility and make up for my past sins.
By the way, he also asked me not to tell Cai Gen, I must not.”
Speaking of this, the fly looked at Cai Gen.
"Lao Gen, why didn't he let me tell you?
With our relationship like this, can I lie to you?
He is really out of his mind."
Cai Gen patted the fly's head to show that he was very good.
As expected, Luo Ji, a veteran, was not idle, and started poaching behind Cai Gen's back.
It's just that he doesn't quite understand the human nature of flies.
Simply binding people with emotions and responsibilities has little effect.
If you promise to give some actual benefits, the fly's mouth will definitely be welded shut.
His wife and daughter-in-law were not allowed to reveal a single word.
"I know your Uncle Ji, he is a transnational liar.
He is called the Son of Darkness by everyone.
Let me give you an explanation.
No matter how many benefits he promises you, you can't get them.
In the end, he will sacrifice you to save his people.
Therefore, when he comes to see you again in the future, he must be aware of it.
If you are deceived by him and try to get better by yourself, I will not save you."
Cai Gen's words have always held great weight in the heart of the fly.
He was not involved in the supernatural world before, but now Cai Gen is simply a god in his heart.
"Lao Gen, don't worry, I'll wait until I get some time.
Dig a hole for that old man, and let's trick him together.
When the time comes, whatever comes out of the trap, we will each have half of it."
Cai Gen nodded, feeling that flies can really do it, and maybe they can succeed.
After all, even Loki can't detect the bottom line of a fly.
