After Zhang Lang shook the golden silkworm Gu to death, he held the incense burner and slammed it in his hand, and said with a smile: "It's not bad! The authentic Xuande furnace is a waste to use to raise the golden silkworm Gu."

The Golden Silkworm Gu, on the Dragon Boat Festival in May of the lunar calendar, twelve poisonous insects, including poisonous snakes, centipedes, lizards, earthworms, toads, etc., are sealed together in a jar and buried at the intersection. After 49 days of self-killing, there is only one poisonous insect left, and its shape changes in color, and its shape looks like a silkworm and its skin is golden. This Golden Silkworm Gu is not afraid of swords and guns, nor is it afraid of water and fire.

At this time, secretly take it out and put it in the incense burner. In the morning and evening, use tea and fragrant fragrance to worship it. When using it, three incense sticks will ignite. The poison of the golden silkworm Gu will float out with the cigarette. The smoke containing the poison of the golden silkworm Gu will condense and not dissipate, and will condense above the incense burner into the appearance of the golden silkworm Gu.

According to legend, this poison of the poison is accompanied by the golden silkworm condensation of cigarettes and can gather and disperse, which is colorless and tasteless, hurting people invisibly, and following the will of the owner of the golden silkworm Gu, it can take human life thousands of miles away.

"You... I hate you!"

The cold middle-aged man's golden silkworm Gu still had the trump card failed and stared at Zhang Lang hatefully, but he was no longer able to stand up. His blood flowed continuously, and he was almost out of reach.

"Old sir, your master-apprentice drama is about to end, let's talk?" Zhang Lang no longer paid attention to the cold middle-aged man.

The skinny old man was so tilted that he was motionless on the ground, looking like he had no breath.

Zhang Lang stepped forward and kicked the body of the cold middle-aged man, and a green light flew over like lightning from the cold middle-aged man.

Zhang Lang slowly stretched out his hand and gently held it, and a green and verdant snake fell into his hand.

"Is this a flying snake Gu? A kind of insect that is not inferior to the Golden Silkworm Gu, it should be your natal Gu. It is said that the natal Gu, the man is in the Gu, the Gu is in the Gu, the Gu dies, and the Gu dies, and the Gu dies and the Gu is injured.

Old sir, I have said so much, do you still want to continue acting?" Zhang Lang played with the green snake pot.

The skinny old man still had no movement and lay motionless on the ground.

"What? I haven't found a way to enter after being held for decades?" Zhang Lang asked with a smile.

"You... Who are you?" The skinny old man started to do it.

"Why? Don't you continue to pretend to be dead?" Zhang Lang smiled.

"Who are you? Are you the descendant of the Rat King?" The skinny old man looked shocked and asked repeatedly at Zhang Lang.

"Why can't I be someone else's descendants?" Zhang Lang smiled and asked back.

"Our zodiac signs know that only the Rat King and the Chicken King left alive, and the others......"

"The others were buried in this cave, are they?" Zhang Lang smiled and said, "Then why can't I be a descendant of the Chicken King?"

He knew that the skinny old man had misunderstood, but he didn't think about explaining anything.

It seems that whether it is the cold middle-aged man or the thin old man, they are people with stories.

"You don't have to lie to me anymore. The descendants of the Chicken King are already lying there! Unexpectedly, you have been here for so many years!" The skinny old man looked at Zhang Lang in horror, "I didn't expect that he actually cultivated a successor like you.

Young man, since I, the Snake King, have fallen into your hands, I won’t say much about anything else, give me some fun!”

Zhang Lang laughed. It seemed that the story was not very beautiful. Combined with the situation in the cave, he could have guessed what happened that year.

A group of so-called twelve zodiac signs found the treasure of the Japanese army, and then had internal conflicts, or they began to kill each other before they saw the shadow of the treasure. This old man was the final winner.

"Don't worry, I'll take your life! But what I want to tell you is that I'm not the successor of the Rat King! I took your life because you violated the rules of the Taoist world!"

"Aren't you sent by the Rat King?" The skinny old man looked at Zhang Lang in surprise.

"No!" Zhang Lang shook his head.

"Are you a Taoist protector? Then you can't kill me! I did not violate the rules of the Taoist world, it was him! It was him who violated the rules of the Taoist world! I have cleared the door!" When the skinny old man heard that Zhang Lang was not a descendant of the Rat Queen, he suddenly burst out with a strong desire to survive.

"I'm not a Taoist protector! He deserves to die, you deserve to die too!" Zhang Lang said as he turned his hand, Tang Dao appeared in his hand and slashed at the stone wall of the cave.

"puff!"

The skinny old man squirted out a mouthful of blood.

"You...you!" The thin old man covered his chest and couldn't speak.

"Butterfly Gu, choose seventy-two kinds of butterfly larvae, let them devour each other, and finally get a larvae, feeding poisonous fly umbrella, wormwood, psychedelic mushroom, mandala, Xiao Shaozi, Kawagen, black feathered jade cactus, psychedelic sage. When the butterfly larvae breaks out of the cocoon, it is the butterfly Gu.

The Butterfly Gu can spread hallucinations that make people illusions, and weave illusions based on the wishes of the Butterfly Gu owner. You rely on this to deceive your stupid disciple to go to the Sino-Vietnam border to cause trouble, right?" Zhang Lang said with a smile.

"Who are you?"

"I? I am a veteran and now the village director of a small mountain village in the northeast! But I have one of the biggest advantages, which is that I like to read miscellaneous books. I like to read all kinds of miscellaneous books passed down from ancient times."

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The skinny old man was almost crying. If he didn't play like this, it would be fine for veterans. After all, he knew that there were some special soldiers in all dynasties, but when did the village directors in China become so powerful?

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore! What else do you have to say?" Zhang Lang didn't want to continue playing the cat and mouse game.

Just now, he was just a little bored after chasing the cold middle-aged man in the past few days, so he made fun of them.

"I have been here for thirty years. Our twelve like-minded brothers killed the Japanese together. No matter how hard or difficult it is, they never gave up on each other! They also blushed and quarreled, but we were very happy in such a life!

But I never expected that people can share hardships but not wealth!

The year when the Japanese devils surrendered, we killed a devil officer and got a treasure map from him. It was this treasure map that made our decades-old brothers turn against each other and plot against each other!

In the end, I survived, but I stayed here for thirty years and guarded the treasure door for thirty years, but I still couldn't get in.

It's so ironic to think about it now." The person is about to die and his words are good, and the thin old man is trapped in memories.

"Then, do you still use me to do it?" Zhang Lang looked at the skinny old man, and his wealth was really touching.
Chapter completed!