Tomb raiding: The awesome life that started from Ganggangyingzi

Just as Ji Haobo was feeling smug, a bright light suddenly shone on his face, which was very dazzling.

Immediately annoyed, he blocked the light with his hand and angrily scolded.

"Damn it, it's that bastard! Move your flashlight away right now, or I'll beat you to death!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he heard Fatty Wang begging for mercy.

"No, no, no, Ji Haobo, Master Ji, please don't hit me! I, Fatty, can't withstand your methods!"

As the flashlight was moved away, Ji Haobo, using the peripheral light from the side, saw two figures, one fat and one thin, standing not far away, staring at him in shock.

"Fatty, don't you dare call me by my full name. You can say it, but I'm too embarrassed to respond."

Ji Haobo was a little annoyed. He was indeed a bit proud of his name, but he couldn't just say it out loud!

Especially this fat guy, whether on purpose or with a real accent, shouted so bluntly.

If he were on the street, if he shouted like that, the whole street would probably turn to look.

Upon hearing this, Fatty Wang glanced at Old Hu, who was trying not to laugh, and nodded hurriedly with a dry laugh.

"Uh! Okay! Hime..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ji Haobo immediately interrupted him, glaring at him and cursing angrily.

"Shut up. Don't call me by my full name, and don't call me 'Master Ji.' I'm not a pimp. Just call me 'Master Bo.'"

"puff"

"Haha...uh! Just to clarify, I wasn't laughing. I trained for it when I was in the army, unless...ha, unless I really couldn't help it, hahaha..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Hu couldn't help but laugh, but he stubbornly denied it.

Ji Haobo's face darkened, and he grumbled angrily.

"I don't believe you for a second! You look like an honest washboard, but you're actually quite cunning!"

Fatty Wang quickly echoed, nodding in deep agreement.

"That's right, Bo Ye is right. Old Hu is obviously no good. He always pretends to be serious, but he's actually full of bad intentions."

Just as they were arguing, an old man came over with a lamp, his face full of wrinkles that could almost be swallowed by the dim light. This was the old Party Secretary.

"Young man, it's good that you stopped Old Wang, otherwise the village would have been in trouble if he had gotten away."

"Uh! It's nothing, just don't mind if I went a little too far and smashed it to pieces."

Ji Haobo waved his hand and scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

Thinking back on how he had acted impulsively and hadn't controlled his intensity, he couldn't help but sigh.

No wonder martial artists generally dare not make a move easily; if it were a human, they would immediately be blessed with a lifetime of sewing machine achievements.

Upon hearing this, Lao Hu and Fatty Wang, who were standing nearby, couldn't help but twitch at the corners of their mouths.

They had witnessed the horrific state of Old Wang; his upper body had been truly shattered, bones bursting and piercing through his flesh—it was utterly terrifying.

"Sigh! It's not the young man's fault, it's his fate."

The old Party Secretary shook his head with a wry smile. What could he say? He dared not have any opinions. Faced with such a formidable person, who would dare to utter a word?

"By the way, young man, you probably haven't eaten yet! I'll go ask Yanzi to get some food."

"Thank you very much, old Party Secretary. You can just call me Xiao Bo."

Upon hearing this, Ji Haobo knew that this was the old Party Secretary, so he quickly nodded and thanked him politely.

"Okay! Xiao Hu and Xiao Wang, you two go back first. I'll arrange things here and then come over."

"Oh! Okay, okay, old Party Secretary, please have Sister Yanzi give me more. I'm hungry again, I can eat a little more."

Upon hearing that there was food, Fatty Wang disregarded everything else and shamelessly began to give instructions from the side.

"Snapped"

"You're hungry again less than an hour after eating? Who can afford to eat like this?"

Old Hu's lips twitched, he rolled his eyes, and slapped him across the face.

Life was tough in the countryside during this era; many families couldn't even feed themselves properly.

If anything happens, you might have to borrow things from your neighbors to get by.

"It's alright, Xiao Hu. Old Wang's family is quite well-off; they won't miss out on such a small thing. You wait here for a moment, I'll go call Yanzi."

The old Party Secretary ignored Fatty Wang's words, smiled and waved to Old Hu, then turned and walked towards the victim's house.

Seeing the old Party Secretary walk away, Ji Haobo looked at the two people beside him and asked in a low voice:

"Old Hu, do you know why Old Wang suddenly came back to life?"

It's no wonder he asked that question; the old man's resurrection was just too suspicious.

It had only been a short time since it got dark, and it happened in full view of everyone. There was no way that cats or dogs would startle a corpse, so there must be something wrong here.

"We don't know much about this either, but it seems to be related to Old Wang's hunting. We'll ask the old Party Secretary later."

In fact, Ji Haobo wasn't the only one who thought this way; Lao Hu and Fatty Wang felt the same way, but they hadn't been there long and didn't know anything about the inside story.

"Oh! In that case, it's highly likely that Old Wang might have stirred up something while hunting."

Ji Haobo frowned, touched his chin, and had some guesses in his mind.

At this moment, Fatty Wang suddenly appeared beside him, looking at Ji Haobo with a curious expression.

"Master Bo, we never realized along the way that you were not only a trained martial artist, but also an incredibly powerful one. We just don't know what kind of martial arts you practice?"

Not only was he curious, but Lao Hu was too. He could only tell that the handsome, enviable returnee had good physical fitness, but he didn't really see any signs of being a trained martial artist.

Ji Haobo took out a cigar, took a puff, and smiled at the two of them.

"Hehe, I wouldn't call myself a super strongman, but I practice Bagua and Xingyi from the internal martial arts, and I also know a little Bajiquan."

"hiss…"

"Your Bagua Hands are ruthless, and your Xingyi Techniques are domineering. No wonder that old Wang, who came back to life, was not only manipulated by you like a puppet, but also met such a tragic end!"

Fatty Wang didn't understand anything about internal martial arts, but Old Hu gasped in surprise.

Because when he was a child, his grandfather told him some stories about the martial arts world.

"Wow, Bo-ye, I don't understand what you're saying, but from Lao Hu's words, Fatty only heard one word: awesome!"

Fatty Wang smiled broadly, looking quite impressed, before changing the subject.

"To be honest, we both practiced martial arts, but we went astray and became possessed by evil spirits."

That's why I'm so bloated, while Lao Hu is so skinny. Why don't you give me some pointers?

"Cough...cough cough...you two fat and thin monks have practiced martial arts? And even suffered a qi deviation? Are you sure you didn't take (Leopard Fetus Tendon-Changing Pill)?"

Upon hearing Wang Pangzi's words, Ji Haobo choked on his cigarette and gave the two of them a strange look.

The two men felt uneasy under his gaze. Although Old Hu didn't understand what the (Leopard Embryo Yi Jing Pill) was, the description of the fat and thin monks made his mouth twitch.

"That Master Bo, Fatty wasn't lying. We did indeed practice a family-inherited armor-wearing skill before."

According to what was said above, after mastering the skill, one would be immune to ordinary weapons and possess immense strength, but as we practiced, we…”