my son is the king

Chapter 76 The Weird Old Man
Then AMTD looked at Song Zang's attributes.

"An awakened person who awakened part of the inheritance of the Poison King.

Advantages of abilities: The inheritance of the poison king includes too many types, and all kinds of poisons are hard to defend against. Poisons can not only kill people, but also save people.

Disadvantages of abilities: Because it is partly inherited, the introduction of many poisons is incomplete, and the practicability is poor. "

AMTD thought about it, no wonder it felt that the other party was so low, poisoning the watermelon was so obvious, when cutting the watermelon, the kitchen knife was directly corroded by the watermelon liquid, how could anyone eat this kind of watermelon.

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He tied the two with a rope, and then threw a bucket of cold water on it.

Song Zang and An Xi were suddenly awakened, and they both looked at AMTD with gritted teeth.

"What do you want to do?" Song Zang asked with narrowed eyes.

"Tell me your origins and your purpose," AMTD said, "Also, don't tell me about black wizards, I'm not interested."

AMTD remembered the three men in black last time, and the melon skin operation is still vivid in his memory.

"The three people from Xuanwu really fell into your hands," Song Zang said slowly.

"It seems that you are also from Guangxiu," AMTD said affirmatively, "I don't like people who kill people casually. It's an old rule. If you tell your purpose, I will let you go."

Hearing AMTD's words, Song Zang smiled and shook his head, "You don't understand the horror of Guangxiu at all. Even if you let us go, we won't survive if you betray the organization."

After Song Zang finished speaking, he directly shouted "Long live Guangxiu".

Then there was no sound.

AMTD looked at Anxi, who also had no fear on his face, and shouted with a wild smile, "Long live Guangxiu".

Looking at the two people who just died like this, AMTD was a little dignified, "Do you want to be so rigid?"

AMTD was thinking, when he advanced to the Nascent Soul Realm, should he go to Guangxiu to see how awesome the other party is.

Of course, the death of these two people also made AMTD a bit vigilant, the people in this organization are simply lunatics, they don't take life seriously at all.

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Old Man Mo lives in a dilapidated small yard on the edge of Qingshan Village. People have forgotten his name, and people in the village call him Old Man Mo when they mention him.

Old man Mo is 83 years old this year, and his health is not good. His legs fell to the root of the disease when he was young, and now he has to rely on crutches to support him when he walks.

The willow branches were swayed by the breeze, and the asphalt road, which had been exposed to the sun all day, gradually cooled down.

In the afternoon, when the temperature dropped relatively, old man Mo walked slowly towards the outside of the village step by step, leaning on his dark yellow walking stick.

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Old man Mo was a carpenter when he was young, and the handmade furniture he made back then was quite popular in the village.

It's just that the times developed too fast later, and various assembly lines and modern furniture were overwhelmed, and his craft gradually declined.

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Qingshan Village is located in the north of China, where wheat and corn are very common.

And every harvest season, all kinds of birds will fly to the fields to harm these crops.

Following the example of the ancients, the villagers put a scarecrow in the field to drive away the birds.

Old man Mo was a carpenter when he was young, so the scarecrows he made are very realistic and exquisite.

The villagers are also willing to spend ten yuan to buy a scarecrow he made, and the effect is not bad when it is placed in the field.

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The weather was a little cold, and old man Mo came all the way to the asphalt road outside Qingshan Village.

On one side of the asphalt road was their wheat field, and he walked slowly into the wheat field.

At this time, the wheat in the field has been harvested, and the mighty busy farming period is almost coming to an end.

In the center of the field, a scarecrow stood alone.

The image of the scarecrow is very realistic, and it looks like a real person from a distance.

It stands on the ground with two legs, two arms, the left arm is raised above the head, and the right arm is slightly bent back, making a flying posture.

The image of the scarecrow is a bit like Pinocchio, with a particularly long nose, slightly squinted eyes, and thick lips pursed together.

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Old man Mo walked all the way to the scarecrow, holding a red plastic bag in his hand.

He opened the plastic bag, and inside was a plaid shirt and light blue jeans.

The old man put the shirt and jeans on the scarecrow and muttered to himself, "Summer is coming to an end soon. If you wear short sleeves again, you may catch a cold."

After finishing his work, the old man glanced at the scarecrow with satisfaction, and then sat down beside the scarecrow.

He began to tell the scarecrow stories with relish, all kinds of stories, when he was young, his life experience, some plots in TV, and all he saw and heard.

This is what the old man must do every day. Regardless of the wind, rain, or heavy snow, the old man will always arrive as scheduled. He has been doing this for several years.

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On Monday, the old man came to the scarecrow and said to it: "I heard that after death, people will become stars shining in the sky, which star do you think my son will be!

This one?Or that one?No, my son must be the brightest one, he is always so good. "

On Tuesday, the old man came to the scarecrow again, holding a cup of tea in his hand, he took a sip of water and continued: "Today I saw a young man, he looks very similar to my son, but his smile is not as good as my son's.

My son is very confident when he smiles, especially sunny. "

On Wednesday, when the old man came again, he had an extra bottle of wine in his hand.

He gulped and drank a few swigs, his face was ruddy, and he coughed continuously, "Do you want some too?"

He brought some wine in front of the Scarecrow, and said: "My son didn't let me drink alcohol before. He said that I have been busy for most of my life, and I should enjoy a few days of happiness. Alcohol is very harmful to the body.

How I wish he could appear in front of me again, take the wine from my hand as always, and scold me, an ignorant child, severely like an adult. "

The old man's face was covered with tears and his eyes were moist.

On Thursday, the old man came with an extra cigarette pot in his hand.

He took a sip of the cigarette butt that had peeled off paint and was eroded by the years, exhaled the smoke and looked into the distance with deep eyes.

"I had a dream last night. My son came back. He said that everything before was just a joke to me. There was no car accident, and he didn't die."

On Friday, there was heavy rain in the sky, rumbling thunder accompanied by silver-white lightning, and the summer that had been sweltering for a whole season finally cooled down.

The old man arrived as expected, holding a striped umbrella, and he deliberately took a stool and sat beside the scarecrow.

"When it rained heavily in the past, there would always be many blisters on the ground, and that kid liked to prick these blisters with a needle and thread.

He was running in the heavy rain, laughing and playing. He said that he would string these blisters with a needle and thread and make a necklace for the girl he likes. "

(End of this chapter)