C5

"Dingdang, wait a moment, are we being watched?"

Fatty suddenly stopped me with a grave expression and whispered to me that there was someone here. This guy has been wandering around the room ever since we entered.

I was shocked and a person suddenly rushed into my mind. There was only one person who knew that I had come here, and that was Uncle Ming.

"Fatty, copy this guy out. Let's go back first!"

I grabbed the small suitcase. Fatty pulled out a Nepalese military knife from behind his butt and went downstairs vigilantly. However, we didn't encounter any accidents when we rode back to the antique shop.

"Fatty, could you have seen wrongly or were you a homeless person?"

When I returned to the shop, I heaved a sigh of relief.

Fatty shook his head and said, "I'm not an immortal, how would I know?"

I emptied the table and opened the black box with trembling hands. I took out a stack of papers.

Fatty grabbed a map and his face lit up with ecstasy: "Dingdang, right, right, the location of the big battle is right here, it's all marked out."

I resisted the urge to cheer inside, told Fatty not to rush, and snatched the map.

It was a handmade map of Shangzi County in Henan province, with detailed points and lines drawn in pencil. It seemed to be the route my grandfather had taken to turn the tables. However, there was a blood-red pitchfork on top of it, making me uneasy. Was this a warning to me?

I went on to look through other things, and suddenly I found an old notebook with a lot of unconnected things written on it. I frowned and read through it.

Reese's heart was truly crazy! How many people would he let die with him?

Second, I killed everyone in Reese's tomb.

The clues were always buried underground.

I am a sinner, and I will atone for the dead.

Never enter that place!

On the last page of the notebook, there was a black-and-white photo of a dozen people. Sitting in the middle was my grandfather, who was laughing happily and wearing a big straw hat.

Uncle Ming sat on the left side of my grandfather, gentle and well-mannered, wearing round glasses. An unknown bearded man sat on my grandfather's right, his face stiff and dead. The only characteristic was a thumb missing from his right hand.

I felt a surge of shock, and the amount of information in this notebook made me shudder.

I didn't expect that after my grandfather lost his first fight back then, he would arrange for people to dig a second time. Judging from the information in his notebook, their second fight back was even more brutal than the first!

So much so that after my grandfather returned, he went completely mad. He even paid his respects to those who had died in the old house every day.

The first time, when my grandfather and the others went to fight in reverse, they encountered dozens of Black Demon's locked up in the walls. The second time, when they went there, what did they encounter?

Moreover, I discovered a contradiction. The meaning behind my grandfather's words should be that he didn't want others to enter the tomb again. But why would he leave behind such a will before he passed away?

"Dingdang, if it's just the two of us alone, then we definitely won't be able to do it." When Fatty saw the photo, his expression suddenly turned bad.

Before I could say anything, Fatty pointed to the bearded man sitting on my grandfather's right and said, "Do you know who he is? Cao Sizhi, a famous teacher in Hubei Province, lost a thumb in his right hand, but he was able to dig out the buried items in the coffin. Right now, there are still people who remember his name in Panjiayuan.

I was silent for a long time before I said, "Fatty, I owe a bunch of debts, but I can't do anything about it. Even Blade Mountain Flame Sea Guild has to jump down there. You have to think about it carefully."

Fatty said he was going to give it a try. This daddy has already cleared his stall from the Panjiayuan, if you dare to abandon me, I will chop you alive.

I was a little touched, knowing that Fatty treated me as a brother.

It's actually very simple to get to know Fatty. Back then, Fatty sold a blue and white porcelain bottle that was only worth 25 yuan for 25,000 yuan and was chased for three streets while wailing like ghosts and howling like wolves. Seeing that Fatty was almost at the end of his tether, I took the money and settled the matter with Fatty. Fatty always said that to me, it was just a small sum of money, but to him, it was a life.

I asked Fatty: "I have a candidate here. Do you know any capable people, Fatty? "It's best if you understand the tomb, but there's a bit of it, if your heart is too dark, you definitely can't take it. If this fight were to leak the news, I'm afraid our soup won't even be able to drink it."

"I know a good hand, the underworld calls him Chen Tuozi, and he is quite a reputable person in Panjiayuan. This person's hopes and hopes are pretty good. The most important thing is that he is well versed in many of the dynasties' documents. According to him, there is nothing that he cannot understand. " Fatty said.

"Alright, this is a must. A few more experts will be needed."

I frowned as I thought about the Black Demon that my grandfather met back then.

When the time comes, we'll gather here. You should take advantage of these two days to study it;

"Alright, Fatty, come back as soon as possible. I keep having the feeling that something is wrong with Uncle Ming." No matter, if that doesn't work, we can handle the Azure Goat Tallow ourselves, it seems like it is worth it! " "No," I said.

This night I always feel uneasy, I and Fatty in the old house met a shadow could it be Uncle Ming? After all, he was the only one who knew I was going to the old house.

What was his purpose?

So upset, I went to bed.

Early the next morning, Fatty went to the Panjiayuan area to call for someone. After hesitating for a while, I made a list in my mind, then decided to look for someone. I only know that his name is Wang Yuanchao, he's a soldier who participated in the counterattack against Vietnam, and he definitely lacks money. He once sold the watch his father had left for him at my antique shop, and I knew him for it.

In a shabby house a few streets away from my antique shop, I knocked on the door. A man in his thirties pushed the door open and walked out. He expressionlessly asked, "Lee Dingdang, what can I do for you?"

I don't know why, but I feel that the person standing in front of me isn't a person, but a wolf. I don't know where to start from when the words were organized.

There was a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine coming from inside the room, it was unknown who he was concocting for.

"Do you have any way to get a weapon?"

I gritted my teeth and immediately saw the killing intent in the man's eyes. I had no doubt that he would turn my head into a fried dough twist.

"Don't worry, listen to me. There's a business deal that costs two hundred thousand yuan or even more after the deal is completed. However, the danger is very high."

I said it all at once.

"Two hundred thousand?" Wang Yuanchao's expression changed.

I didn't guess wrong, Wang Yuanchao definitely needs money.

I could roughly guess Wang Yuanchao's personality, so I directly said: "Don't be in such a hurry to reply to me, I'll tell you directly, this time we are going to meet another big tomb, and the success rate is less than 50%."

After saying that, I turned around and left. The antique street is filled with different types of people, even more ruthless than Wang Yuanchao. However, I only trust Wang Yuanchao.

Because I once heard that when Wang Yuanchao was in the army, he killed more than 80 Vietnamese and all of them had military medals hanging from their chests. If it weren't for the fact that during the investigation they had given up the mission to save a comrade, causing heavy losses to the troops, the company commander would have been sent back a long time ago.

A person like this, at least, wouldn't need to worry about being stabbed in the back.