A terrifying aura filled the entire tomb.

Gu Feng and others' expressions changed.

"This thing has completely woken up, we are in big trouble." Wu Chenzi said in a deep voice.

"Prepare for the fight." Gu Feng clenched his fists.

At this moment, the short old man twisted his neck and a crackling sound came from the bones on his body, just like fried popcorn.

"Hahaha, I'm finally relieved."

The short old man laughed suddenly.

Everyone present was creepy.

Gu Feng was stunned.

Logically speaking, things like the short old man cannot speak even if they wake up, but now...

The situation is a bit different from what I expected.

"What's going on? How could he speak?" Wu Chenzi was also confused.

Gu Feng quietly poked out his spiritual consciousness, looked at it for a while, felt the majestic vitality, and his face changed drastically.

"No, he is not dead!"

What?

Zhang Cheng and the others were almost scared.

Brother, are you not kidding?

This guy was lying in the coffin with a ghost talisman on his forehead, but you said he was not dead. Are you wrong?

Gu Feng said again: "He is not dead. The function of that ghost talisman should be to seal him."

Doesn’t this mean that this short old man has lived for hundreds of years?

Thinking of this, everyone rinsed and shivered.

Even Gu Feng clenched his fists and his face was solemn.

If he was really a ghost king or some evil thing that changed from corpses, he was really not afraid, but now, the guy in front of him was a living person with super strong strength, so Gu Feng had to be nervous.

At this moment, the short old man's voice rang again.

"I've been waiting for this day for too long. I finally woke up, I finally woke up..."

The sound was low, as if it came from the Nine Netherworlds. The sound alone made people extremely frightened.

He held the hilt of the knife in his hand, stared at the short old man with his eyes tightly, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. He couldn't help but ask Gu Feng in a low voice: "What kind of cultivation is he?"

"If I read it right, this guy should be one level higher than me."

day!

The face of the north and south travels is ugly.

Among them, the highest cultivation level is Gu Feng, who is in the Golden Pill Realm. However, now Gu Feng said that the short old man is one level higher than his cultivation level...

What's going on?

Lying down and letting you fuck?

"Don't be afraid, we have guns and grenades in our hands, so we may not be able to fight with him." Zhang Cheng was so nervous when he spoke.

He knew the horror of cultivators.

Once a cultivator reaches a certain level, he will not be afraid of ordinary weapons at all, unless he has a nuclear bomb.

But at this time, where are you going to get a nuclear bomb?

Even if there is, I dare not detonate it, otherwise everyone will finish playing.

"Let's start later. You can resist him for a while. I'll set up a trapping array to trap him, and then we will return immediately." Wu Chenzi whispered.

At this point, he didn't want to find any treasures anymore, he just wanted to run away.

Gu Feng nodded slightly.

"Who are you?" the short old man suddenly asked, his eyes falling on Gu Feng.

"Hello, senior, I am Gu Feng." Gu Feng said calmly, "We had no intention of breaking into this place and disturbing senior's rest. I'm very sorry."

“How many years are it now?”

“2020 AD.”

"In 2020, 2020...didn't it mean that I've been sleeping here for 795 years."

Hearing this sentence, everyone present felt cold.

Legend has it that Peng Zu lived an age of 800 years old. It seems that this guy seems to have lived longer than Peng Zu.

Immediately afterwards, the short old man shouted angrily.

"Qiu Chuji, I'm a mama!"

Forehead--

Everyone was surprised.

"Where is Qiu Chuji?" asked the short old man again.

"Senior Qiu Chuji has passed away long ago." Gu Feng replied.

The short old man was stunned: "Why did he die?"

"According to historical records, Senior Qiu Chuji passed away in Baoxuan Hall, Changchun Palace in 1127 AD, at the age of 80."

"You lied to me!" The short old man said coldly: "Qiu Chuji is capable of doing things, so he can't die."

"But according to historical records, Senior Qiu Chuji is indeed dead."

"I can also testify to this point." Wu Chenzi said: "It is recorded in history that Changchun Zhenren did die in 1127 AD. It is said that after his death, the auspicious fragrance spread to the capital for three days, which was amazing to the world."

"Is it really dead?" The short old man was stunned for a moment, his expression was extremely lonely. After a while, he suddenly laughed: "It's a good death, it's a pity that I can't kill you with my own hands. I hate it, I hate it!"

Gu Feng exchanged a look with Wu Chenzi.

It seems that there is a deep hatred between this short old man and Qiu Chuji.

"Do you know where this place is?" asked the short old man again.

"Let me go back to you, this may be Genghis Khan's tomb."

"Genghis Khan's tomb?" The short old man was stunned and then cursed: "Qiu Chuji, my grandma, you bastard, you actually asked me to keep a guard for Genghis Khan, you bastard."

After the short old man vented for a while, Gu Feng said politely: "Have you asked me to respect Daming yet?"

The short old man said proudly: "I am Ouyang Feng!"

What?

Gu Feng was stunned.

Wu Chenzi was also stupid.

The others were even more confused.

Could it be that the short old man in front of him is the famous Western Poison Ouyang Feng in Jin Yong's novels?

"Senior, do you know Yang Guo?" Gu Feng asked tentatively.

The short old man frowned: "Who is Yang Guo?"

"Then do you know Guo Jing and Huang Rong?"

“Don’t know.”

"Where is Huang Yaoshi? Hong Qigong, Zhou Botong, Xiaolongnu, do you know him?"

“Don’t know.”

"Then you always know Ouyang Ke, right?"

"Who is Ouyang Ke?" The short old man seemed a little confused: "Is he a member of my clan with the same surname as me?"

Gu Feng asked again: "Do you know the real person in Chongyang?"

"You said Wang Chongyang? Of course I know him, who doesn't know him in the world?" The short old man said with admiration: "The Chongyang real man was both civil and military, and was once the top scholar in martial arts. Later, he founded the Quanzhen Sect and devoted himself to the Tao and ascended to the Tao. He was a master of Taoism. I admire him very much."

"But, Chongyang Real Man has been open and honest all his life, but he never thought that he had taught a despicable and insidious disciple."

Gu Feng guessed that the despicable and insidious disciple in the short old man's mouth should be Qiu Chuji.

According to historical records, Wang Chongyang and Qiu Chuji not only existed, but also masters and apprentices.

Sure enough, I heard the short old man gritting his teeth and saying, "That bastard Qiu Chuji used talismans to harm me and sealed me here for more than 700 years. I'm really angry."

"I wonder why Senior Qiu Chuji wanted to seal you?" Gu Feng was very curious.

After all, whether it is official history or unofficial history, Qiu Chuji's image has always been positive. Gu Feng thinks that there must be a reason for Qiu Chuji to seal this short old man.

"The reason... is because I like to eat people." When the short old man said this, he glanced around Gu Feng and the others, and grinned: "Like you, those with fine skin and tender flesh, are the most suitable for drinking."
Chapter completed!