My name is Hu Saner, a joke from the Northeast.
While "exorcising evil spirits" from Widow Wang, Huang Pizi's family ran away halfway, causing her to imitate the crowing of chickens in the middle of the night and disturb the people.
When the police came to the door, I was holding her old hen and writing lyrics.
Fraud, three years. In the chat room, I met Lao Daobazi, a living legend in the tomb robbing world.
"San'er, your half-hearted ability to dig graves is perfect for you."
The first item released from prison, the tomb of a shaman from the Liao Dynasty.
The moment I pried open the coffin, the bronze snake staff buried with me suddenly stood up, and the thousand-year-old corpse rushed towards my door.
In desperation, I blurted out: "Chang Daxian'er! Urgent order! Three orders now!"
A hoarse response came from deep in the tomb passage: "... Deal."
That night, all the yellow men in the village rushed to the cemetery with chickens and ducks in their mouths.
