Zhao Changlong nodded to show his agreement and continued," Speaking of which, this old man hasn't appeared for a few years. I almost forgot about him. I didn't expect him to appear in my dream seven or eight days ago. When I saw him, he even complained that I had run so far away and made it difficult for him to find me. He told me that a tribulation was about to arrive in my life. On account of the many years of karma, he gave me a few treasures to help me transcend the tribulation.”
Zhang Hongshi's eyes widened as if he was listening to a book from the heavens.
"By the way, that strange smell outside, is it the smell of immortal oil?”
Zhang Hongshi pouted his lips toward the courtyard. He recalled the strange smell he had smelled when he first entered the room and saw the charred corpse.
"Yes!"
Zhao Chang Long nodded.
"Those are the treasures. The most amazing thing was the immortal oil. Ordinary lamp oil had to be soaked in a wick and lit to produce a flame as big as Little Bean. Even if the kerosene was a foot away from the charcoal fire, it would burn itself into a huge fireball with a bang.”
Zhang Hongshi had heard this before, so he wasn't too surprised.
"However, the red-faced old grandpa said that these treasures are only his daily necessities. They can't be considered magic treasures or magic power. They can help for a while, but they can't help him for a long time.”
As he spoke, Zhao Changlong took a few more mouthfuls of rice.
"For example, that immortal oil is something that grandpa usually gives to the carriage to drink. We mortals can't drink it.”
Zhao Changlong made up a story. Petrol was indeed meant for cars. However, Zhang Hongshi's understanding of cars was that they were beasts of the immortal realm such as kirins and horses. Zhao Changlong was referring to cars such as Benz and Bao Ma. You were too narrow-minded to imagine it. You can't blame me for this. You can't say that I lied to you, right?
"Right, he specially asked me to screw the lid tight when I'm not using it. I tried to pour a little into the bowl. In less than an hour, the bowl became dry, leaving only some immortal energy.”
As for the obvious smell of gasoline, he described it as immortal qi without blushing. He wondered if the white-bearded old man would jump out and beat him up.
Seeing that Zhang Hongshi was listening with a sincere expression, Zhao Changlong continued to make up stories.
"As expected, just as this immortal said yesterday, the calamity came as it pleased. Without these immortal items, everyone in the relay station would have been finished. Fortunately, we had these treasures to resist the enemy cavalry and survive the calamity. Do you think this Immortal Lord is real?"
That's right, Zhao Changlong was prepared to say that the things that were sent over were given by the white-bearded old man.
Zhang Hongshi nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
His words matched what he had seen and heard at the relay station in the afternoon. The two burnt Mongolian corpses in the courtyard could not be faked. They were indeed burned by the immortal oil. So many people had seen it. Although it was called oil, it was completely different from ordinary lamp oil. Even now, the smell was still there. There were all kinds of burnt scraps outside the courtyard, and the walls were blackened by the smoke.
As for Zhao Changlong, who had just transmigrated and was already playing the superstitious game?
This didn't make sense!
Get lost!
This transmigration was not scientific!
He had no other choice. These things had come out of the Transdimensional Delivery Box, and it wasn't something that could be explained by this time and space. Now that gasoline could be considered kerosene, how would the ancient people understand if they added solar cells, generators, and LED lights in the future? Starting from nine years of compulsory education?
Whatever, as long as it was in line with the knowledge of the ancients, he would do whatever was suitable.
Zhao Changlong was still good at this kind of work.
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Right now, what Zhao Changlong couldn't stand the most was his living environment.
When he had just transmigrated yesterday, that smelly blanket full of fleas had almost made Zhao Chang Long vomit.
Today, as soon as he returned to his rented room, he took out his blanket and mattress and teleported over several times without saying a word. He threw out all the messy things on the bed.
Li Yuandong and the others picked up the things they threw out in less than two minutes.
"How can you throw away such a good blanket?”
Was this thing a good thing?
Forget it, I really can't communicate with an ancient like you.
Yesterday, he had used the immortal's words to fool everyone. Today, there was an obedient one who very attentively changed his half-open bed into a small room. In fact, it was just using wood to support the door frame and then using the wooden boards he found to make a thin wall. At least it took care of the privacy of the immortal's eldest disciple.
Zhao Changlong returned to the house and took out Bipu from the pile of sundries that had just been passed over. He sprayed it on the bed and under the bed. In a short while, he had used up nearly half of the bottle.
Groups of cockroaches, fleas, and bugs swarmed out from unknown corners and fled in panic. How could the insects in the Otherworld have seen such a great killing weapon in the insect world? He had no resistance at all. It was already very strong for him to run away.
It really made one bald!
After putting down Bi Pu, Zhao Chang Long remembered that he had to wash his hair well.
He lit up the insect repellent by the bed, picked up the only copper basin in the room, and took Drifting Rou to the well in the backyard to fetch water.
Didn't he know that there was a wooden basin in the room?
That was for washing feet!
When Zhao Changlong returned to the door with wet hair, he saw the grooms standing at the door in a daze.
What's wrong?
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