On the outskirts of Little Rock, the capital of Arkansas, stands what was formerly a state university, now a national university in the Free Republic of Arkansas. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

With bright sunshine and a gentle breeze, the newly elected president of the republic is giving an impassioned speech on the university football field with a group of aides.

Countless people outside the stadium held various banners and flags of protest and demonstration, all of them were people who wanted to return to the American family, of course, the goals were different, some wanted to join East America, some wanted to return to West America, the two sides were divided into two different camps, and they attacked each other with stones and bricks, and the scene was chaotic.

Suddenly, a black vortex with a radius of hundreds of meters appeared out of thin air in the clear sky, and at the same time, a terrifying aura was overwhelmingly suppressed, and just when everyone was panicking, they saw two young men volleying out of the black hole, and then floated down in front of everyone, just landing on the president's podium.

"Oh~~, buy Karma, this is a Chinese immortal!"

Countless people exclaimed, especially the college students in the stands, who were suddenly excited and screamed and squeezed onto the field.

"Protect the president!" The security personnel around the podium looked at Yang Ling and the sticks that fell, and suddenly felt like they were facing a great enemy, and raised their weapons one by one to aim at Yang Ling and the sticks.

Yang Ling pursed his lips, and a wave of aura swept out, and all the people immediately felt that they had been thrown into the 10,000-year-old ice cave, and at the same time, their minds were like thunder, and they lost the ability to think with a bang, and one by one the pale faces retreated, and many of the crazy and crowded students were trampled on the ground.

With a flash of the stick's left eye, a large curtain of light was projected, revealing the image of an old man with a scruffy beard and wearing strange magical robes.

"Who of you knows where this man is?" asked the stick in English, pointing to the light curtain with a proud expression, and although the voice was not loud, everyone at the scene could hear it clearly.

Many people had not yet come to their senses, and the General United Front of the Republic of Arkansas, standing on the podium, asked the staff around him with trepidation, "Is this ...... Who is this guy? Does anyone know? Find him out! Don't let the Chinese gods wait for a long time. ”

Several staff members around him shook their heads vigorously, but only one of them, an old man with gray hair, wiped the sweat on his forehead and trembled, and said, "Mr. President, this is Dr. Witz of our school, but ...... But he's ...... It's dead!"

"Boss, we're late, this guy is already hanging!" the stick turned his head and shrugged regretfully at Yang Ling.

I'll go! A few black lines floated on Yang Ling's head, and he said in his heart that Lao Tzu has no luck left, and he finally found a guy who studied magic, but he died, didn't he go out today and didn't look at the yellow calendar?

What to do?

Yang Ling looked up at the sky at forty-five degrees, a round of golden sun hanging in the quiet and clear blue sky, looking very peaceful, but his heart was cool and cool.

The eldest was in difficulty, and the younger brother obeyed his work, and grabbed the old man with a very eye-catching stick, and said viciously: "How did this guy die, and how long has he been dead?"

The old man's face was pale, and he said in horror: "Mr. Fairy, Dr. Witz has been dead for almost a month, and we found the body in his laboratory!"

"Where's the corpse?" asked the stick, glaring.

"Bury ...... Buried!"

"Go dig him out for me!"

"Huh?!"

The white-bearded old man was shocked.

And the people around were also panicked, not understanding what these two immortals who fell from the sky from China were going to dig out a dead man who had been dead for a month?

"But...... But ......" The white-bearded old man didn't say what it was for a long time, and the Arkansas president, who was standing in the middle of a bunch of bodyguards, trembled and asked his staff again: "What is this guy named Witz doing?"

An assistant with a tablet next to him swiped across the screen and said, "Mr. President, this Witz claims to be a ...... A wizard, I want to ...... I think the Chinese gods are here to completely purify the souls of these evil guys!"

The stick was still holding the white-bearded old man at this time, "But it's a fart, take us quickly, drag and be careful that Lao Tzu hits your!"

Well, of course, the white-bearded old man could understand the stick's pure English, so he quickly surrendered, and said an address, and the stick turned his head to Yang Ling and nodded and said, "Boss, this guy has been found, should we go and see?"

Yang Ling nodded helplessly, so far he can only use a dead horse as a live horse doctor, and he won't get pregnant if he goes to see it.

So the two of them didn't delay any longer, and the stick projected a pair of ground icons to indicate the location, Yang Ling glanced at it, his hand waved slightly, and a wave of aura swirled, and the two of them disappeared in the blink of an eye along with the white-bearded old man.

Everyone at the scene breathed a sigh of relief, but the curious students and listeners were asking where the two immortals had kidnapped their headmaster, and one of them naturally had a flexible head, and according to the projection of the stick, he immediately thought of the strange professor who wore wizard robes all day long, wore a dirty hat, and held a gray bone staff, so he pulled his legs and ran outside the school, and under the drive, hundreds of students ran away in an instant.

A speech was disturbed by Yang Ling and ended without a problem, and the president's tears of direct collapse came down, his hands kept drawing crosses in his heart, and he kept praying in his heart for the president of his national university, hoping that he would not make a mistake and make the two immortals unhappy.

The cemetery is near the school.

Surrounded by greenery, a large stone monument is planted on the flat turquoise lawn.

The old man with the white beard was carrying a stick, and under the guidance of the old man, he soon found a brand-new tombstone, and in front of the tombstone were some withered bouquets and some strange objects.

There is no English or Chinese character on the tombstone, and many strange symbols are carved in twists and turns, and there is a pattern in the center that looks like a mysterious ritual.

Yang Ling kicked the butt of the stick, "Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

The stick stared at the tombstone a few times, frowned, and said: "Boss, it shouldn't be wrong, this monument is engraved with magical characters from the Middle Ages, except for this guy named Witz Ovilon, there shouldn't be anyone else so out of tune." ”

And the white-bearded old man also trembled at this time and pointed to the tombstone and said, "Dr. Witz is buried here!"

"Boss, do you want to dig it out?"

Yang Ling twitched lightly a few times and nodded, and the stick immediately threw the white-bearded old man aside with a smile, and slapped the tombstone into pieces, and then waved his hands like wheels, and soon dug a big hole in the ground, and the dark coffin board was revealed.