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After getting up and putting on my clothes, I went to the yard to wash my face and rinse my mouth. I happened to see Lao Wu sitting on a rocking chair basking in the sun.

His coffin shop is usually no one to visit. After all, few people have buried it in modern times. The coffin shop is just a cover. In fact, he mainly sells magic weapons and medicines, and basically the customers are mages.

"Awakening?" Old Wu was sucking his rocking chair while sucking his cigarette puddle pot. He was only in his forties, but he looked like an old man in his sixties or seventies. He liked to make rocking chairs and smoke cigarette puddle pots. I was obedient to him.

Nodding, I asked him, "Where is the bastard?"

Old Wu said, "Who knows what this guy is doing? He ran away early in the morning and asked him what he is doing, but he didn't say anything."

Damn, could he be called away by Qibao?

Well, there is a possibility. After all, there are so many treasures in the ancient tomb, Qibao will definitely not be able to handle it alone. He knew that I didn’t like to mess around and felt it was troublesome, so he simply called the bastard to help.

After washing my face, my stomach was so hungry that I was rumbled. I asked Lao Wu if there was anything to eat. Lao Wu told me that the food was in the kitchen and asked me to eat it myself.

I didn't be polite to him, and I plunged into the kitchen and ate a belly rolling.

After coming out of the kitchen, I saw that Lao Wu had closed his eyes. On the surface, he seemed to be asleep, but he could clearly feel the fluctuations of spiritual power around him.

I didn't go over to disturb him, so I went directly to the west wing room to find Bing'er.

Standing outside the door, I could already feel the strong chill and demonic energy. It seemed that I was coming very badly. Bing'er should be healing himself.
Chapter completed!