Move the person to the stool and wait for the time he wakes up. Chen Fu walks around the room and takes a look.

It is not difficult to find that Geng Yun is interested in not himself, but the culture of pottery figurines. There are also many books on the table about the production of pottery figurines, and several are very remote and evil. The author put forward a bold assumption in the book that he believes that after death, people can attach their souls to pottery figurines to achieve the immortality of life.

Chen Fu flipped it over twice, "This kind of book can actually be published."

The system was very happy to see it, "One of the big basis for the assumption is actually you."

It is written in the book that Emperor Wu was obsessed with pottery figurines throughout his life, and after his death, he tried to resurrect the terracotta figurines.

Chen Fu shook his head: "Never underestimate human associational ability."

Jiang Mucang, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said: "This statement is not without basis."

Chen Fu looked at him, and Jiang Mucang said slowly: "There has been such a precedent."

The premise is to put aside the dramatic descriptions therein.

The system closed its eyes and mobilized all relevant information: "As early as ancient times, people believed that the soil contained special energy, and the earliest origin of human beings in mythological stories can be traced back to Nuwa's creation of humans."

Chen Fu thought for a while: "First find out if there is any information related to King Tang in the room."

There are not many documents about King Tang, and they basically appeared with Emperor Wu. Chen Fu pulled out a promotional brochure from the shelf, which contained an introduction to King Tang and said while flipping: "He woke up."

The system looked at Geng Yun and found that he was breathing too deliberately, so he deliberately touched the table. Geng Yun was so scared that he shook his whole body and had to open his eyes: "Who are you?"

The system showed an evil smile: "You can shout whatever you want to see if anyone comes to save you."

Chen Fu glanced coldly, and the system hurriedly converged.

After fainting once, Geng Yun's psychological tolerance improved a lot. Seeing Chen Fu, although his face was pale, he could barely maintain his sanity and hesitated and said, "Pretending to be a ghost."

Chen Fu saw it and immediately became timid.

He pulled a stool and sat down opposite Geng Yun. The sound of the legs of the chair rubbing against the ground made people feel uncomfortable and chilling.

Without saying anything, Chen Fu threw the brochure on Geng Yun.

Seeing the three words "Tang Wangling", Geng Yun's pupils changed significantly.

"Tell me, look."

Geng Yun looked like he couldn't understand.

Chen Fu played with the pen and suddenly opened the cover. The sharp tin of the pen was a bit terrifying in the sunlight.

Geng Yun didn't dare to take a lucky mentality anymore and looked at him tentatively: "Do you know everything?"

After not responding, he sighed: "Even if I say it, you won't believe it... I want to resurrect King Tang."

Chen Fu smiled and said, "King Tang in history is a loser, why don't he think about resurrecting Emperor Wu?"

It was obvious that his expression was not at all surprising. Geng Yun began to truly regard Chen Fu and the terracotta figurines as one, and even took the time to study whether his skin texture was different from that of normal people.

"The Emperor of Martial Arts is brave and good at fighting, and has never lost his life. The best choice to revive the dead soul is to contain a huge resentment before his death."

Chen Fu nodded slightly, this explanation was reasonable. King Tang’s bloodline was noble, but his body and head were different, which was more in line with the conditions.

The system couldn't help but say, "Why should a dead person be resurrected?"

Geng Yun showed a strange expression: "Of course he is coveting his abilities."

With King Tang like this, there is no one who dares to underestimate him?

"Treasure."

The two words that Jiang Mucang suddenly said made Geng Yun's face change drastically.

"When King Tang was defeated on the front line, he asked the youngest prince to leave the palace. It is said that he had secretly sent out a batch of treasures as capital for future restoration."

Geng Yun lost his mind, "How do you know?"

His ancestors were one of the servants who left with the prince, and the secrets about King Tang’s treasures were passed down from generation to generation.

Chen Fu raised his eyebrows, and seemed to have never expected such a bloody story in the new century, "The prince should be resurrected."

Geng Yun suddenly looked less frightened, as if he had grabbed the bargaining chips for survival. "King Tang was prepared before the war came and gave out treasures. However, the prince was timid by nature and did not want to have anything to do with the old affairs of the previous dynasty."

He didn't continue talking, and instead said, "Let me go and find the treasure together."

Chen Fu asked back without answering: "Where are the remaining people?"

Geng Yun said in a conditioned reflex: "I am not familiar with it, we usually only rely on email to contact us."

After saying that, he slapped himself hard. Doesn’t this mean that he has an accomplice?

Chen Fu smiled and stretched out his hand: "What about the method of resurrection?"

Geng Yun shook his head.

The system stretched its head in front of Chen Fu and continued to show a cruel smile.

Geng Yun said helplessly: "I only developed the basics. If any of them is better than me when it comes to progress.

After reaching the email address of the remaining few people, Chen Fu turned his head and looked at Jiang Mucang: "Is there any way for him to forget this memory?"

Jiang Mucang shook his head, suddenly took off his coat, tied a doll with a rope, and dripped two drops of his own blood on it: "Call it's name."

Geng Yun didn't understand.

Jiang Mucang wrote two words on the paper, and Geng Yun followed and said, "Xiaohong."

As soon as he blurted out, the doll stood up and followed Geng Yun without leaving.

The system approached Chen Fu: "Isn't it very terrifying?"

Chen Fu was silent for a moment and nodded.

System: "When Yuan Kingdom was still alive, he studied witchcraft a lot."

It is conceivable how nervous I had been in the past.

Leaving Geng Yun's office, Chen Fu had some sympathy thoughts, but was soon blown away by the wind. He put on his mask again and stared at the email address taken on his phone: "It just happened to be one for each person."

System: "What to do?"

Chen Fu said two words deeply: "Online chat."

In short, find a way to collect the other party’s private information.

The system blinked several times: "Isn't this an identity fraud?"

Chen Fu glanced lightly, and the system didn't dare to ask more questions in an instant.

The email address is registered with chat accounts. The system and Jiang Mucang used real people as avatars and quickly passed the friend verification. Chen Fu's initial cartoon character was rejected and downloaded a beautiful picture from the Internet before passing the verification.

The system progressed the fastest, and within two days it developed into a video chat. Chen Fu was in the next room and heard him calling him sweetly. He felt uncomfortable all over and raised the temperature of the air conditioner several degrees.

Jiang Mucang’s online chat is a girl, and her cold personality is very consistent with the other person’s aesthetics and the chat is very smooth.

Only Chen Fu faced a rough man with a lot of tattoos on his body and often liked to show off.

On this day, Chen Fu posted a ticket, saying that he had just visited the tomb of Emperor Wu. If he was interested, he could come and have a look.

Usually, the other party will reply in seconds during chatting, but this time it took several minutes, and the message sent was only three words - is it good-looking?

Chen Fu gave a shy smile.

After chatting for a few words, the other party will take off the line first.

Chen Fu rented the house with money. After the online chat, he sat at the table with Jiang Mucang for dinner. The system was watching TV on the side, and he often made insults, "This male second man is too much. He eats the heroine's soft meal and has an affair with others."

Jiang Mucang was about to put the white rice that he had delivered to his mouth back, but turned his face to Chen Fu and said, "In two days, I will open a store to subsidize the household income."

The system’s ‘good intentions’ reminder: “In this era, you have to have a skill to do anything.”

Jiang Mucang said coldly: "I open a pottery restaurant."

The system has nothing to say.

Chen Fu ate slowly, ignoring the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two.

At the end of the meal, Jiang Mucang suddenly said, "You don't look like you're sleeping well."

Chen Fu was slightly stunned. After a while, he realized that he was talking about the system.

My face was originally white and tender, and my dark circles were particularly obvious now.

"I don't know what happened recently, I often have nightmares." The system stroked the corner of my eyes in the mirror: "It may be that something went wrong in a certain part of the program."

Jiang Mucang sneered.

The system heard the same laughter just a few days ago, and a vigilance arose in his heart.

Chen Fu broke the confrontation, "Are there any results for those people?"

Jiang Mucang shook his head, and the system raised his chin slightly: "He said he was coming to Qian'an on a business trip and asked me to meet him."

The object of the system's online chat happens to be very male. In addition, his brothers are shouting every day, and his steel-like heart can be called into spring water.

"You go then, I won't go."

Chen Fu's eyebrows moved, "Have you changed your temperament?"

The system pursed his lips and said, "I feel that it's a good idea to go out less recently."
To be continued...