Chapter 11 Minghong Sword, the Fatty Who Consecrated the Sword
When the door was opened, the air was filled with the smell of mountain soil, the musty smell of rotting leaves, and the rusty smell of the iron door.

Wu Suowei led the way ahead, and when he came out of Wushanju, he had already taken out the Minghong Sword from the system backpack, and it was just right to use it at this moment.

If the Minghong Knife could speak, it would definitely scold Wu Suowei.

How can you waste a precious sword like this? I am as famous as Xuanyuan Sword. Besides, I am your first weapon. MMP, I don't want to do this anymore...

Buzz...Minghong Sword expressed dissatisfaction.

But Wu Suowei ignored him and did whatever he wanted with his knife.

"Hey, little brother Wu, when I got off the car just now, I saw you carrying something. When did you get a knife? Wow, it's so cool. Come on, little brother Wu, let me use it." The fat man looked at Wu Suowei clearing the weeds in front with a knife, dancing with great vigor, and couldn't help wanting to play with it.

"Fatty, it's not that I don't want to give it to you, but you can't use it." Wu Suowei said.

Just as, this is someone who has already recognized Wu Suo as the master, and not everyone can use him.

"Bullshit, Fatty, I have seen all kinds of swords, and I have used all kinds of swords. Even if it is the young man's ancient black gold sword, Fatty, I can wield it just like Guan Gong. Give it to you, Fatty, I will show you how to use it." The fat man said unconvinced, thinking that Wu Suowei still didn't let him use it.

"Uh, Fatty, really. It's not that I don't want you to use it, this knife is much more magical than the black gold ancient knife of that young man." Wu Suowei thought that it wouldn't be a big problem to just touch it, just don't use it for a long time.

The fat man had a look of disdain on his face. Apart from those collected in museums, there was no other knife that he, a fat man, could not use.

hum...

As soon as the fat man touched the handle of the knife, he shuddered. He felt as if his whole body was frozen. His right hand unconsciously loosened the knife, and the Minghong knife fell down.

Wu Suowei picked up the Minghong Sword and said, "I'm right, not everyone can use this sword. You didn't believe it yet, but now you know it," said Wu Suowei.

The fat man was fine, it was just a moment, and it didn't have much impact on his body. If there was any impact, it was just that the fat man was a little hungry.

"What the hell is this knife? It's so evil. Brother Wu, you are not really a cultivator, or an evil cultivator." The fat man said jokingly.

"Get lost, you fat bastard. You've read too many novels." Wu Suowei scolded with a smile.

"But what are you doing?" asked the fat man.

Wu Xie beside him was also curious and couldn't help but doubt. He didn't doubt how Wu Suo treated him, but doubted his origins. In fact, he didn't understand what kind of knife it was, after all, he had never seen it before.

The two of them looked at Wu Suowei curiously.

Wu Suowei did not hide it and said, "This is the Minghong Sword. I asked my family to mail it to me a few days ago. It's a famous sword passed down from my ancestors." This has to be revealed little by little. It takes time to get used to it.

"Minghong Sword?"

“Ming Hong Sword!!!”

Fatty looked at Wu Xie.

Wu Xie said: "Impossible, how could it be the Ming Hong Sword?"

"What's wrong, little naive, is there something wrong?" asked the fat man.

"Minghong Sword: According to legend, when Huangdi was refining a golden sword, there were some raw materials left in the furnace. With the help of these materials, he made a famous sword, which was three feet long. Huangdi believed that the spontaneous sword intent was too strong, enough to backfire on the holder of the sword. Huangdi was afraid that the sword would fall into the world, so he wanted to destroy it with the Xuanyuan Sword. Unexpectedly, the sword turned into a red skylark in his hand, and then turned into a red color and disappeared into the clouds. This is a sword that is as famous as the Xuanyuan Sword. Little Brother Wu, I didn't expect it to be in your hands." Wu Xie said with a look of doubt.

"Haha, it was also acquired by chance from my ancestors. I don't know how, but they recognized me as their master. Ordinary people are not allowed to touch it. You have seen my scabbard, which was passed down from my ancestors. With it, you don't have to worry about backlash. It is generally not so evil, but it can cut iron like mud, and it has a certain deterrent effect on ghosts. It is not like what is recorded in the historical records. By the way, it must be kept secret." Wu Suowei explained. Alas, although it is not satisfactory, it is the only way.

"Haha, let's add a small barbecue. This time we'll have a lot to do. With you and my brother, we'll be invincible." The fat man said excitedly.

"Alright, alright, let's go find Uncle Wu quickly. We'll talk about this later." Wu Suowei interrupted, looking at the fat man's excited face.

"Yes, business is more important." The fat man also reacted.

Several people began to walk inside.

The fat man muttered as he walked: "What good things can there be in this damn place?"

"You are so naive, your uncle is just teasing you. How much is this broken place worth? It can only be used to build a tomb." The fat man said with a depressed look. The excitement he had when he came here was gone, and his face was full of disappointment, as if others owed him a lot of money.

Looking at the surroundings, it was a wasteland with no houses around, most like a primeval forest. Occasionally, a passing vehicle showed that there was a dilapidated building here.

"Okay, let's go in and take a look." Wu Suowei had already cleared the weeds to make a path.

Looking at the weather station that was several stories high, the three of them entered the house. The corridor was deep, quiet and eerie. The walls on both sides were peeling and falling apart, and the ceiling above was covered with spider webs, indicating that this place had been dilapidated for a long, long time.

Wu Xie and Fatty turned on the flashlights and finally calmed down their inner anxiety.

"You guys take a look at the first floor now. I'll go to the upper floors to see if there is anything found. We'll meet up later." Wu Suowei was a man of great skill and courage, so he went straight upstairs.

"Be careful, shout loudly if anything happens." Wu Xie reminded.

"Okay." Wu Suowei agreed.

Wu Xie and Fatty kicked several doors in succession, but found nothing inside. Everything inside was in tatters and there was nothing valuable.

After a while, Wu Suowei came down.

"There's nothing up there. It's in a state of disrepair. There's nothing but dust." Wu Suowei said as he came down.

"Oh, it's just like a dung beetle encountering diarrhea - it's a wasted trip," the fat man looked as if he had lost his parents.

"Hey, Fatty, you're like a hairy monkey wearing glasses - pretending to be cultured." Wu Suowei said with a look of sarcasm on his face.

"Bullshit, I, Fatty, just didn't want to go to school, otherwise Tsinghua Huachi University would have come to pick me up long ago. I didn't go because of my naivety, otherwise I could have met him and formed a triangle." The fat man looked very proud.

"Ahem, Fatty, that's Tsinghua University, there's no pool. Let's make sure you see it clearly next time." Wu Suowei said helplessly.

"Oh, really? Isn't Degang behind Tsinghua Lake? Let's go check it out someday." The fat man said with lingering concern.

"Okay, okay, let's talk about it later when we get home. Let's get down to business first." Wu Suowei saw that he was never stopping and reminded him.

"You're so naive, little Brother Wu, we've looked everywhere, up and down, and there's nothing. This broken weather station looks like it has been abandoned for many years." The fat man said helplessly.

"Let's look for it again. Now that we're here, Mr. Wu San wouldn't call Tian Zhen over without any evidence." Wu Suowei said. In fact, he knew there was a secret room at the back, so he might as well wait for Fatty and the others to find it themselves.

Ah, the feeling of being a salted fish is so good.

Wu Xie found this cabinet while rummaging through it.

"Oh, you are so naive. Your Third Uncle is really good to you. He is taking care of you in your old age. Just tidy up and your life will be over." The fat man said to Wu Xie who was studying the small drawer.

"Haha, that's right. When the time comes, let's renovate this place and turn it into a haunted house or something. Looking at the environment here, it will definitely be popular. Fatty, you will be responsible for playing the ghost, and Wu Xie will be responsible for collecting the money. I will be responsible for the sound effects and attracting customers. It will definitely be a big hit." Wu Suowei looked at Fatty and said.

"Get out, little Wu, you really dare to dream of asking your fat uncle to play the ghost. Is there a ghost that fat?" The fat man took the opportunity to hit Wu Suowei.

"Haha, you will be able to lose weight by then." Wu Suowei said with a smile.

The fat man looked at Wu Suowei, and then at the layout of the room. "Go away. Don't scare the kids with that thing. I think we should just open an escape room. Don't just look for it by the three of us. Let's get everyone to look for it together."

When the time comes, we will install a secret room behind this cabinet, and write three words inside it: "Just for fun." Then the mechanism will be in the drawer."

The fat man patted the drawer and was stunned. He found a hole on it and waved his hands at the two of them.

Wu Xie and Wu Suowei looked over.

"Hey, Fatty, your mouth is blessed." Wu Xie said to Fatty.

"Fatty, that's great. You really mean what you say. You are the real immortal cultivator." Wu Suowei joked.

"Get out of here, Fatty. If I were an immortal cultivator, I would be the first one to have your sex changed." The fat man said to Wusui.

Haha ...

Several people moved the cabinet aside, revealing a wooden door hidden inside.

There was an ochre-colored talisman pasted on the wooden door.

"This is really scary." the fat man said in a frivolous tone.

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