Stepping on the huge mausoleum steps that can drive ten carriages parallel to each other, we walked into the main entrance of the imperial mausoleum.
The huge mausoleum gate has long since collapsed, and the huge door panel covered with r-head nails fell to the ground.
Enter the main entrance, which is the gate hall of the mausoleum palace.
It is recorded in the film "Burial Book of the Emperor's Tomb": Four dragons build the treasure hall, and the nine-tailed fairy rides into the underworld.
It is the first hall in the Four Dragon Towers, which is also the Menmen Hall where Hu Ming and others are.
The gate hall is about the size of two basketball courts, with bronze carriages on both sides.
On the wall further behind, there are two black statues with ferocious faces. They seem to be the totems of the shamans worshiped by the Dongxia civilization.
Due to such a long time, the palace has long been dilapidated.
"Uncle Ming, tell me, what does Xuanwu reject corpses mean?"
"Although I don't have air and water skills, I also know that it is a rare place in the world. But here, it is impossible for Xuanwu to resist corpses.”
At this point, Wu Xie finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked.
So far, Wu Xie has not been exhausted by Wu Sansheng, and he is still worried about Wu Sansheng's safety.
After thinking for a long time, I still couldn’t figure out the key, and I felt bad all over.
“Hey, naive, let me tell you, that old fox of your third uncle is just making up his mind!”
“Didn’t you say it yourself, there is no terrain where Xuanwu can reject corpses, 80% of the time , it’s your third uncle who is teasing you!”
"Maybe he went to that club to pinch his feet now and asked me to tell him, let's just leave him alone. Wouldn't he be nice to touch a good baby?"
Besides, the fat man couldn't help but say.
He has no interest in looking for Wu Sansheng, or worrying about Wu Sansheng's safety.
Although Wu Wu Sansheng was the initiator of this lama recruitment, part of the promised reward was still in his hands.
But in Fatty’s opinion, as long as he demolishes this imperial mausoleum, will Fatty still care about the reward?
"It's happening! Fatty, can you tell me?"
Before Wu Xie said anything, Panzi's face turned green and he started to get angry.
People like Panzi have come down from the battlefield. They have seen too many separations of life and death, bloody storms, and their hearts have long been empty and have nothing to rely on.
Over the years, he has long regarded Wu Sansheng as the pillar of his heart, which is why he is loyal to Wu Sansheng.
For this reason, he hated to see others speak ill of Wu Sansheng.
"Okay, okay, don't make any noise. What's the point of making your head hurt?"
"Wu Xie, you have to understand clearly. What your third uncle is saying is that only your uncle and nephew can say this." Only then will you understand, others will never understand it, then it will definitely not be Feng Shui level."
"Then think about it carefully, what do you and your third uncle have in common? What's the difference between you?"
Hu Ming glanced at Wu Xie helplessly. This unlucky kid was in a daze.
I don’t even think about it, who is Wu Sansheng?
Forget it in terms of force, but when it comes to playing dirty, Hu Ming really doesn't know who among the second generation of the Nine Gates, except Wu Erbai, can play better than this old fox.
As long as he has not lived enough for his safety issues, who can harm him?
"What are the common points and differences...?"
I thought for a long time. , Wu Xie still missed the point and asked blankly.
“…Hangcheng, you are all from Hangcheng, and you all speak Hangcheng dialect”
Helpless, Hu Ming reminded.
This is simply a word pronunciation game played by Wu Sansheng.
Moreover, people who don’t understand dialects can’t figure it out no matter how hard they try. "Dialect? That's it, Xuanwu refuses corpses? Bullshit Xuanwu refuses corpses!?"
"That sentence is clearly pronounced in the Hangzhou dialect, which means - the water comes along the rivers and canals. Bottom!"
"Really, the third uncle is quite boring. What a bullshit code, just a boring trick of pronunciation of words!"
Wu Xie suddenly realized it and scolded the old fox in a fit of laughter and tears.
"River? But where is the river here? Is there a river in the imperial tomb?"
Panzi looked around and asked in confusion.
“..This is the imperial mausoleum, in the deepest core area, where the river channel is.”
Hu Ming shook his head and said.
To be honest, this time the Yunding Tiangong group and Panzi were probably the most purely worried about Wu Sansheng.
Chen Pi, Fatty, and even Hu Ming didn't care what happened to Wu San Province. They all came here for their own purposes.
Even Wu Xie is indeed worried about the safety of Wu Sansheng.
But at the same time, by pursuing Wu Sansheng's footsteps, he might not have failed to force Wu Sansheng to tell him the ins and outs of everything.
In other words, only Panzi risked his life just to confirm the safety of Wu Sansheng.
To be honest, even Hu Ming felt a little sore after seeing such a loyal subordinate.
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“My brothers, now is not the time to talk about that. Come and take a look, there are corpses here.”
"It's still fresh and warm. He died not long ago. I think it's probably Aning's girl!"
At this time, the fat man's voice came.
Hu Ming and the others looked over after hearing this, hey, the damn fat man had reached the depths of the hall at some point.
Looking closer, the ground is densely covered with brass bullet casings that are still slightly warm.
Under the illumination of searchlights, like hanged ghosts, seven or eight corpses were hung on the beams of the dome of the main hall!
These people were all dressed in mountaineering clothing and had assault rifles hanging on their bodies.
“Let me tell you, brothers, when we go to the grave, we feel a little uneasy when we don’t have anything to do, right?”
“Look at those corpses. The rifle is long and thick, doesn’t it smell good? It’s not as good as us.”
While several people were still thinking about the condition of these corpses, the fat man suddenly pinched his chin and said in a sly tone.
Looking at his eyes, it was already fixed on the assault rifle on the corpse!
"No, damn fat man, the situation here is unknown. These people died in strange ways, or..."
Wu Xie's eyebrows skipped a beat, and he felt a slight pain in his stomach, and he quickly grabbed the fat man.
But...
"It's okay. If Fatty wants it, just go and get it. It's a waste to stay here."
"As for the danger, believe me, this place I already know everything about the situation in the main hall!"
"Don't worry, fat man, I'll protect you below."
Hu Ming pointed to his ears to interrupt Wu Xie's words. His cuffs shook, and two brand-new M1911A1s appeared in Hu Ming's hands.
Hu Ming had already noticed what was hidden in the dark as soon as he stepped into this hall.