Chapter 462 Funeral Procession
“Am I the leader?”
The younger brother murmured in a low voice in confusion.
Having lost his memory of the past, he cannot recall these past events at all.
I can’t remember why he cooperated with Zhang Dafo Lord in the first place to find the key to enter the Zhang family’s ancient building and discover the secrets of the Zhang family’s ancient building.
Even though he left some notes, he forgot where to put many of them!
I can’t remember what the purpose of doing this was.
“It’s the Bronze Gate. The Zhang family had finished playing at that time and was no longer able to guard the Bronze Gate for generations. You need the help of the Nine Gates. "
Hu Ming kept paying attention to the changes in the younger brother's face and explained softly.
Strictly speaking, the transaction between my brother and Jiumen started from that time.
The younger brother provides Jiumen with the secrets they want, and Jiumen needs to guard the Bronze Gate on behalf of the Zhang family in the next time.
Unfortunately, due to a series of things that happened later, the Nine Gates declined too quickly.
So much so that no one ever mentioned the fulfillment of the agreement, and sent outstanding juniors to Changbai Mountain to guard the Bronze Gate every once in a while.
"So, the archaeological team that came out of Guangxi back then was actually all Jie Jiuye's manpower."
"The problem is, uncle, so many people died in the Here, Panma died accidentally. At that time, how did the younger brother, Aunt Wenjin and Huo Ling escape this unexpected disaster?"
Wu Xie rubbed his eyebrows, feeling that his mind was buzzing, and he couldn't even care about the secret of the bronze door that he wanted to know in his dreams.
Took out the smoking cessation stick and held it in his mouth, but it was somewhat unsatisfying. Wu Xie threw away the smoking cessation stick angrily and lit a cigarette.
As for pulmonary fibrosis?
Go to hell!
Wu Xie can no longer care about these details at this time.
"Because at that time, Mr. Xie Jiu had already started his "replacement" plan. Chen Wenjin and Huo Ling, these people were originally standing by Mr. Jie Jiu back then. "
"As for the little brother... In fact, as early as the 1960s, after the largest tomb robbery in history, the little brother had been imprisoned in the Geermu Sanatorium by "him". "
"The purpose is to find out the secret of my immortality. "
"My little brother did not participate in the activities of exploring the Zhangjia ancient building at all!"
"In the activities after Jie Jiuye, there was also an intention to rescue my little brother. In fact, He later succeeded, even before the Xisha Undersea Tomb in the 1980s. ”
"Later, the young man I met in the Kunlun Mountains was the young man who had just gained freedom."
Hu Ming grinned and said something shocking.
“What!??”
“Then, who is that stuffy oil bottle in the archaeological team?”
Wu Xie and Fatty looked at Hu in shock. Ming and the expressionless little brother.
The person "he" selected, wearing a human skin mask and pretending to be me, was a substitute to appease the people of the Nine Sects.
The little brother pondered for a moment and said suddenly.
"Yes, the archaeological team that walked out of here were all fake. This is the truth about how Panma later saw those people who were obviously dead come back to life."
Hu Ming nodded and explained softly.
After a long silence, the three of them, Fatty Wu Xie and Brother Wu, were lost in thought.
They were shocked by the truth of that year. "Then what was the purpose of that archaeological team coming here?"
For a long time, Wu Xie threw away the burned cigarette butt in his hand and asked in a solemn voice.
"Congratulations, blind student, you discovered Hua Dian!"
Hu Ming smiled slightly and said: "Because something big happened that year, which caused "him" to change idea"
"To be precise, the archaeological team back then had the stated purpose of inspecting the Zhang Family Ancient Building."
"Essentially, they were a funeral procession!!!"
“Don’t ask, I can’t talk about what’s coming next. There is a God who is watching, especially since there has been a lot of nonsense in the Internet literary circle recently, and there are many things that cannot be mentioned.”
< br>Looking at Wu Xie and others who seemed to be about to continue asking questions, Hu Ming shook his head.
Besides, what’s the point of Hu Ming telling everything?
Although Hu Ming has already told a lot of secrets.
A few people looked at each other and smiled bitterly.
But the problem is not big. As long as we continue to go deep into the place where the archaeological team came, sooner or later we will dig out the secrets of the year and fill in the final puzzle...
That's Fatty
"Made, Fatty, I believed your lies. Obviously these things have nothing to do with Fatty?
"Why, fat man, did I somehow know so many secrets that I shouldn't know, and was somehow dragged into troubled waters by you bastards?"
"Damn, are we friends after all? Friends. Shouldn't you be thinking about your friends?"
The fat man sighed melancholy. Obviously he was trying his best to avoid sinking into this quagmire, but why did Mao finally accidentally fall into it completely?
How many people He smiled and didn't care about the fat man's complaints.
If Fatty wanted to stay out of the incident from the beginning, he would never have come this time.
Coming here shows that Fatty is willing to swim through this muddy water for his friends.
"Brother Hu Ming, several bosses, lunch has been prepared. Come over for dinner soon."
"Ahem. What's wrong with you? You smoke so much? Nope. Do you know how to open the window for ventilation?"
At this moment, Yuncai knocked on the door. After the fat man went to open the door, the thick smoke choked Yuncai and coughed.
After lunch, as usual, a few people took a dip in the stream next to the village to escape the hot sun.
Of course, this is Fatty's favorite part.
After a good day of repairs, early the next morning, everyone packed up their equipment and arrived in front of Panma's house.
“Tsk, this old thing really wanted to sneak away. Fortunately, I saved a trick.”
At the door, several black and red Jingjian Ahan crawled out of the dark corner. He came out, hovered around Hu Ming, turned into a black smoke and disappeared, and told Hu Ming what happened yesterday through the connection with Golden Eyes.
“As expected of an old bastard, he does everything right! We were negligent!”
Fatty Wu Xie gave Hu Ming a thumbs up in admiration.
Indeed, judging from Panma's mental state yesterday, it was probably because he was scared out of his wits by the little brother, and it was expected that he would want to escape.
But yesterday, several people were also shocked by those things and forgot about it...
(End of this chapter)