After hearing Mr. Wang's words, I felt relieved. What I was always worried about was that he recognized me and said to me that you are the son of Lin Gengchen at the foot of Qinglong Mountain, or to me that I have seen someone who looks exactly like you. If this is the case, I wouldn't kill someone to silence me, but at least I can't stay in Luoyang anymore. But Mr. Wang's words also aroused my appetite, and I said, "You mean that the pangolin also has a dead smell different from ordinary tomb robbers. I wondered, what is the surface smell, what is emitted from the inside, your nose is really so awesome?"

"This is called the unique skill of the ancestors." Old Wang sniffed his nose and said, and after he said, he looked at me playfully, "If you really ask me to tell me the difference between the two flavors, I can't tell you, but if I let me smell it, I can smell it all at once. Brother, that's all, I'll ask you a heart-to-heart word, have you grown up with solid meat?"

"Fuck! You can't say something nice?!" I suddenly felt disgusted. The so-called solid flesh refers to the flesh of dead people. In ancient times, there was a weird way for the figurines who were buried with burials. They poured hot wax onto living people, and finally sealed the whole person with hot wax to use for burials. Such figurines have a name called solid meat.

"If I hadn't been just a brother, I didn't ask." Lao Wang said.

"Nonsense, why do you ask that? What does this have to do with pangolins?" I asked.

"I'm not afraid of you making a joke when I heard the pangolin for the first time. When I saw it, I smelled the smell on his body. At that time, I was frightened. I thought he was a living dead man climbing out of the soil. He found me at that time because of the smell on Baishou Mountain. I didn't want to cooperate with him because of the smell on him. Later, he found a person in the circle to ask me the reason, and I told the man about the smell on his body. Later, the pangolin found me and gave me an explanation, telling me that his tomb robbery skills were learned from a master. He followed the master for eight years and ate solid meat for eight years. After eating the solid meat for eight years, he would fight back and forth. Even if he encountered a big black hair zongzi, he would escape unstoppable." Lao Wang said.

"I heard that, this pangolin is really a character. After a person dies, the meat is most likely to be poisonous. If he eats solid meat for eight years, he is also a hero who has not died." I said.

"Who said no? He was the most famous at that time, and he happened to be in a severe attack. If he didn't deal with it, he would deal with it?" Lao Wang stood up and pressed two pieces of money under the teacup and said, "Big brother, I have something to do, so I won't chat with you first. Let's talk about it another day."

This time I didn't stop him. After Lao Wang left, I smelled it on myself, but I really couldn't smell any special smell on myself. Then I went back to the overpass and set up a stall. For the afternoon, I was thinking about the dead human smell on my body. Later, when I closed the stall and went home, I suddenly realized that a person could not smell the strange smell on his body, just like a person with body odor could not smell the smell on his body. But there is a situation. For example, a person who has not taken a bath for three days and doesn't feel that he has a sweat smell on his body, but if he goes to the bathhouse to take a shower

I could smell my clothes clearly when I thought of this. When I rode my tricycle all the way home like a flying one, I took off my clothes and almost rubbed my body into the bathroom. I slapped my body gel eight times. After I came out, I picked up my clothes and started to smell it. I smelled my own body odor, but I really couldn't smell the so-called dead smell. At this moment, the fat man pushed the door and walked in. When I saw me smelling my underwear, the fat man was shocked. He said, "Boss, when did you get this?"

"Get out!" I shook my underwear and then greeted the fat man, "Fat man, come here and smell the smell of me."

"Fuck! What the hell are you doing!" said the fat man protecting his chest.

"What are you thinking? Today, Lao Wang said that I have a dead human touch. Come and smell if I have it on my body." I greeted the fat man. If I don't tell him the truth, I will think that I am a pervert later.

The fat man walked over with suspicion and sniffed on me, "What a dead human flavor? Isn't this the smell of shower gel?"

"Smell it carefully." I said.

The fat man almost pressed his face against me and smelled it up and down like a dog. After a while, he said, "You really don't say it. If you smell it carefully, it will be a little stinky smell. But I don't know if it's dead. Don't listen to that old man talking nonsense. I think that person is running the train all over his mouth. Who hasn't smelled stinky on his body? Sakura also says every day that my armpit smells bad."

I knew it would be hard to ask the fat man again, so I simply carried my clothes back to the room and lay on the bed. I was thinking, I had never met this old man, and he shouldn't have made fun of me. Since he said that, he must have really smelled the same smell as the tomb robber pangolin on me, so he treated me as the descendant of the pangolin, so he wanted to approach me because of the tomb robbers. From this point of view, this logic is smooth.

But pangolins have the kind of taste that only eats dead human flesh. I have never eaten dead human flesh, so how can there be that strange smell?

It was at this moment that a sudden flash of inspiration in my mind!

One thing that came to my mind!

Something I almost ignored!

I have never eaten dead meat!

But I have drunk the blood of dead people twice!

It was still the blood of the kind of human beings who had transformed corpses, once was Wu Yaozu, and the other was Zhang Damin who was peeled off and scammed! Not only did I drink their blood, but their blood was still a magic medicine for me to help me improve my skills. To be honest, after being destroyed by Amon, I thought about this thing. I thought that since the blood of the zombie could increase my cultivation, maybe drinking some zombie blood would bring up the qi that was dispelled by Amon in my body. Later, I thought that this was really disgusting, and there was a bit of the evil and heretics in it, so I gave up.

The most important thing is why a drop of fatal blood becomes a magical medicine for me to encourage my cultivation. I have never understood this from beginning to end. There is a kind of evil kung fu to absorb stars in martial arts novels. This is a bit similar to my experience, but the fact that I can treat fatal zombie blood as a tonic is definitely not a problem left by Yuan Tiandao to me in martial arts. I always think that this may be related to my life experience.

I can suck zombie blood as a tonic.

Pangolins eat solid meat to train them to be viable.

I have an intuition, or an illusion, that is, I feel that there must be a certain connection between these two things, and maybe I can find the answer I want, so early the next morning, I went straight to the antique city and found Lao Wang. Lao Wang was approaching me at first because I felt it was profitable. Yesterday, I was hit by a knife. This time I saw me directly in the house and was like hiding from the plague god. Seeing that he was about to hide, I rushed over and grabbed him and said, "Brother, this is your fault. If I find that I am not a descendant of the pangolin, I don't care about me? Who said I want to be a brother to me?"

"Brother, I have said everything I should say. What else do you want to ask?" Lao Wang said.

"Tell me about the pangolin. Yesterday you said the deadly odor of me and him. You thought it would be fine if you talked about it? I was so scared by you that I couldn't sleep all night!" I said.

"I don't know much about him, and I only cooperated in this way. After all, he was just a bad mud, at most a muddy rat with good skills. Not long after that cooperation, he was hit hard and got shot. Brother, I have been washing hands since then and stopped doing this. I only know that he has many babies but didn't have time to take action. That's all, even if you kill me, I can't tell anything else!" Lao Wang said.

"Then his master is the one who lets him eat solid meat for eight years. I said, brother, don't be impatient. I know you are a business person who does profits and cannot get up early, but this person may help anyone who wants to help. I have nothing to do with the pangolin, but no one can guarantee that our brothers will cooperate one day, right?" I said.

Lao Wang lit a cigarette and said, "I really don't know his master. I didn't ask me in detail when he told me that back then, but I guess his master should be a southerner, because our northern craftsmen think this is a detriment to good deeds and lose their heads. In fact, they are not allowed to go to the hall and enter the table. Most of the real craftsmen are family-style, and many of them are just a couple of brothers and girls. There are very few tomb robbers who worship to the master and worship tea. The southern squads pay a lot of attention to it. They are obviously shameful and serious. When Pangolins talk about it, they are mostly from the south."

People from the south?

I thought to myself that the master of the pangolin was Liu Jingtang, a blind man from Jiangnan, right? After all, this name almost ran through my birth to now, and even this guy was plotted against me before I was born. But then I thought that there would never be such a coincidence in the world, and Liu Jingtang could not be a tomb robber no matter how badly Liu Jingtang was, and the information Lao Wang knew was really limited. Seeing that he was annoyed, I asked, "Does the Pangolin have descendants?"

"The pangolin is famously lustful. The money he earns is thrown into the woman's belly. I guess there are quite a few mistresses outside, but I really don't know if there are descendants. If you want to know, I can ask someone to check this, but don't have too much hope. After the pangolin was eating a gun, both black and white were looking for him to hide the stolen things, and they all hoped that the descendants who found him made a fortune, but I really didn't hear anyone found it." Lao Wang said.
Chapter completed!