One day in August, waves of pigs were coming from an old-fashioned quadrilateral in the eastern suburbs of Shuangta Town, A, a city in southern China. Through the half-closed door of the courtyard, several young people were holding a big fat pig on a bench to prepare to slaughter.

However, the operator was a young man with a yellow face and looked a little sick. The young man did not have the temperament of a butcher at all, but he looked more like a scholar. But this scholar raised a sharp pig-killing knife in his hand, which seemed to be the one who was going to carry out the responsibility of killing pigs.

The four people holding the pig were toothless, one looked like a farmer, the other was as thin as a monkey, and the other was tilted with their shoulders, with a sloppy appearance.

At this moment, the four people holding the pig were a little impatient, but the reader still had no intention of stabbing the knife into the pig's neck. He seemed to be thinking about something and was distracted.

"Kis, can you hurry up? Stop 'thinking about life'!" Fanya couldn't help but shout.

"Yes, our hands are sore." The farmer also shouted weakly.

The thin monkey said, "Isn't it impossible to do it anymore?"

"Yes, but Si, you are too soft-hearted. What's the point of sympathy for this pig? If you don't dare to kill me, let me, Lao Huang!" The sloppy man shook his head and said.

"Hengqi, farmer, Xie Ke, Huang Paopao, you four have pressed the pigs tightly, don't be distracted!" At this time, another person standing next to him wearing gold-rimmed glasses pointed at the fangs, the farmer, the thin monkey and the sloppy man shouted in turn.

"Shrimp, don't stand and talk without back pain, but Sita always 'thinks about life', we really can't stand it!" Heng Qi shook his head and said.

"Yes, if he doesn't cut off, our hands will be sore." The farmer sighed.

The shrimp skin approached the reader and asked in a low voice: "Kess, are you still thinking about that matter? That matter has been so long, have you not forgotten it yet? You might as well stop thinking about it, kill the pig quickly, otherwise the pig will suffer too."

"Shrimp skin, do you think I can forget?" The reader raised his head and looked at the shrimp skin.

"Then it's useless for you to think about it."

"You are right. Some things will not start over after they have passed. But I really hope that things have not happened!" The reader sighed, and suddenly stabbed a shiny sharp knife into the pig's neck. A large stream of blood gushed out, splashing the shrimp skin all over, making the shrimp skin rolling like it was rolling in a red dyeing vat.

The shrimp skin was so scared that he even beat him back several times: "Si, you have to report a letter first, look, I'm splashed with pig blood now!"

"Haha, if Kesi reports the message, will it still Kesi?" Hengqi laughed.

"May I ask, is Brother Yang Hao here?" Everyone was teasing, and a woman's question suddenly came from the door of the courtyard.

Everyone's eyes were immediately attracted, and they saw that the woman was about twenty-one or two years old. She was wearing a blue denim suit, short hair and ears, and beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and had a cool and heroic charm. However, there seemed to be a look of Qi Ran on the woman's face, looking a little melancholy.

Hengqi pointed at the person who was studying and said, "This is..."

"He is not here, he is dead!" The reader interrupted Hengqi's words coldly.

The woman was stunned, and the expression on her face suddenly changed from melancholy to despair. After a long time, she murmured: "It turns out that Brother Yang Hao is no longer here, so my father has no hope of saving..."

When the reader heard this, his expression on his face was stunned, as if he was wondering if his answer was too much?

At this time, Xiapi stepped forward and said kindly: "Girl, what's the matter with Yang Hao?"

"My name is Fu Ying. I am looking for Brother Yang Hao to ask him to help save my father..." The woman looked down at her jade-like fingertips and said.

"What's wrong with your father?" Xiapi asked.

"My dad... Is there a place to talk here?" Fu Ying looked around at the situation in the yard, but she stopped talking.

The shrimp skin pointed to a gray four-story building not far away and said, "Then go there."

Fu Ying looked at a dusty sign hanging at the entrance of the building, with a line of red regular script written on it: "LM Elite Force General Administration of the Special Scheme for Handling Global Supernatural Disasters". Fu Ying nodded and said, "This is the only place that can help me, but am I really wrong?"

Xiapi said: "As long as it is within our ability, we will definitely be able to help you! Come on, let's go to the conference room on the second floor to discuss in detail!"

In the conference room on the second floor, Xia Pi and others sat down on the sofa one after another, and then asked Fu Ying to take a seat. After everyone was seated, the scholar actually followed in. But he just sat quietly in an inconspicuous corner.

After a glance at the scholar, Shrimp swept his eyes back to Fu Ying, and he still started to ask: "Miss Fu Ying, there are no outsiders here. Now can you tell us, what happened to your father?"

"Actually, I came from City D, 600 kilometers away. Because I heard that you are 'LM elites' and are specialized in dealing with such incidents, you will definitely be able to help me. I just didn't expect that Brother Yang Hao is gone..." Fu Ying's tone was still a little sad.

"Miss Fu, don't hurt people, okay? The brother Yang Hao you mentioned is right in front of you. Why do you keep saying that he is gone?" Huang Paopu suddenly couldn't help but roar.

When Fu Ying heard Huang Paopao's roar, she immediately looked at him in surprise and said in confusion: "Brother Yang Hao is right in front of me? Are you..."

"He is Brother Yang Hao? Hahaha..." Hengqi, Xie Ke and the farmers both laughed and hurt their stomachs.

"Miss Fu, Huang Paopao is right, Brother Yang Hao is here. But we have to listen to you to explain the reasons first, and then we can evaluate whether we can help you." Xiapi said to Fu Ying seriously.

Although Fu Ying didn't know who Yang Hao was, she felt much more relaxed when she heard the words of Shrimp Peel and rekindled her hope. She immediately began to explain her purpose: "I really need the help of Brother Yang Hao, because my father is in danger now, and only Brother Yang Hao can save him from danger..."

"It would be strange if Yang Hao has the ability to save your father now!" The reader who had not said anything suddenly spoke again.

Fu Ying looked at the reader uneasy and was about to answer, but the man wearing glasses shook her and said, "Don't listen to him, you can continue to talk."

"That's right. My father is actually a tomb robber. Now he may be trapped in an ancient tomb. There was no news half a month ago..."

"What? Your father is a tomb robber?" Hengqi and Xie Ke both widened his eyes.

Huang Paopu was so happy that he shook his head: "That's great, I'm just about to find a tomb robber to learn how to rob tombs!"

"Huang Paopao, stop your mouth!" The shrimps stared at Huang Paopao sternly until Huang Paopao stopped his mouth.

Fu Ying sighed uneasyly and said, "I know, you look down on people like my father, but he really needs your help..."

"If it's just to save people, why don't you look for professional rescuers but to look for us?" Xiapi asked back.

"If it's just an ordinary rescuer, I can of course find professional rescuers. Moreover, if it's just an ordinary dangerous situation, my father and others don't need help from others!" Fu Ying said.

"So, it's not an ordinary danger, so what kind of danger is it?" Heng Qi interrupted.

"It's a very serious, very terrible accident!" Fu Ying's beautiful eyes were wide open, "My father once said that there is nothing in this world that can be difficult for them, and nothing can scare them. But if they encounter rice dumplings, it's really hard to say."

"Zongzi? Is it the sweet thing with three corners made of glutinous rice wrapped in palm leaves on the Dragon Boat Festival every year?" Huang Paopau said smacking his lips.

"No, this is a popular term among the fighters, and Zongzi is also zombies." Fu Ying explained.

"Ah, zombie?" Huang Paopau fell to the sofa.

The shrimp skin's face also turned serious: "If there are really rice dumplings, it would be useless for us to go there."

"Why? Aren't you the LM elite troops of the special dispatch team for handling global supernatural disasters? Also, Brother Yang Hao has always been a hero I admire. Is even afraid of rice dumplings?" Fu Ying said in confusion.

"It's not that we are afraid, but that we don't have such ability at all. To put it bluntly, we are now a group of ordinary people. We can't do anything except 'food is the most important' every day." Xiapi shook his head with a wry smile.

"Yes, eating, drinking, defecation and urination are our daily necessities, and we really have no other ideas." Huang Paopuo also shook his head and said.

Fu Ying was stunned for a while, and suddenly knelt down to the person who had been sitting silently: "Brother Yang Hao, I know you are Brother Yang Hao. You must help me. I beg you. If I am late, my father will die!"

Everyone's eyes fell on the people who were studying.

The scholar was also stunned, and probably didn't expect Fu Ying to kneel down to him. The cold look on his face finally faded away, replaced by a look of loneliness and sadness. He slowly helped Fu Ying up and said, "Miss Fu, please... You are right, I am the person you mentioned, but I am no longer the same as before. We may really be helpless in your father's affairs."

"Brother Yang, can you tell me why?"

"Everything comes from the incident three years ago... In fact, I am also a person who escaped from death..." Yang Hao's eyes were deep, as if he was trapped in deep reverie. The red and hot lava and the sad and beautiful shadow seemed to be weaving each other in his mind...

What happened three years ago?
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