"Hey, I'm so angry, what's going on? I'm blackmailing you, what's going on? I also told you, you can't leave today even if you want to! Come on, brothers, surround me."

I could tolerate everything else, but I couldn't bear it when this child actually cursed. Boss Ma got out of the car and grabbed the boy's wrist with one hand. He made the boy cry out in pain without even using any of his strength.

Mother, get up.

Mei Xi saw something was wrong and hurriedly tried to persuade her. Unexpectedly, when these boys saw Mei Xi, they still started to utter filthy words and started to **** her. "Oh, this **** is not bad. Rich people are good.

Women are all prettier than us, ****, how many of you are going to have some fun with me tonight?"

"Damn it! You little bastard, are you looking for death?" Boss Ma pushed his hand back hard, and a lump was heard, and the ring was immediately pulled off the kid's arm.

"Hurry up and let go. I'm telling you, be careful. My dad will come and kill you!" It seems that this kid has a background.

"Oh, your dad? Okay, tell me, who is your dad?"

"I'll scare you to death if I tell you. My father's reputation is mentioned in Chengde. Who dares not to give me face? My father is Wang Fuhai, the heir to the Beimai Mojin Sect! Humph! Are you scared?"

"Haha...Wang Fuhai? Okay, since you are his son, it will be easy. Boss, quickly connect the arm of this prince and ask him to take us to see his father. I want to see his king.

Fuhai is awesome!"

In fact, Wang Fuhai is not as powerful as his son boasted. Before the reform and opening up, the old man was fine. He was an old Chengde man and there were so many former brothers and sisters to look after each other. However, after the reform and opening up, these old craftsmen who were fighting against each other gradually became inferior to each other.

Generation after generation, there are fewer and fewer. And he was arrested for fighting for a few years. Now he has moved from the city to the suburbs and built a small courtyard to spend his remaining years.

But after all, this is the north, and the old Jehol people all miss the past and worship heroism. He is a subordinate of the Beimai Gold Touching Sect. Naturally, brothers on the road have to give some face. The old man doesn't go to work. He wanders around in the mountains every day. Do you want to fight?

I dare to fail, but I still have the craftsmanship. If there are any precious medicinal materials in the mountains, I can find them and sell them to make a living.

In the yard, the old man is drying the herbs he picked in the mountains in the morning. These herbs are all ready to be used to make wine for Wushuang.

"Dad, please come out and take a look. Someone is bullying your son. You have to make the decision for me!" When the young man saw Neng Nai coming to the door of his house, he shouted to Wang Fuhai inside.

Wang Fuhai has long been used to it. In the past, his son often went out to cause trouble in his own name. Every time something happened, his brother would give him face and turn it into a minor matter.

Wushuang followed the young man and pushed open the door into the small courtyard.

"Dad, it's this grandson."

Wang Fuhai looked up and thought, Ouch, this is amazing. He patted the dust on his body and knelt down quickly. "Fuhai has seen a big cabinet before!" He pulled his son hard to make him kneel down, but his son was not sensible.

, looked at his father steadily and thought he was stupid.

"Dad, what kind of trouble are you trying to make?"

"You traitor! Why don't you kneel down! Do you know who he is? Even if he beats you to death, your father won't dare to complain! He is the current leader of our North Meridian Gold Touching Sect, Mr. Wushuang.

!" His father was so angry that he couldn't stop trembling all over, and he wished he could rush up and slap his sons again.

The young man covered his mouth in shock and took a few steps back, almost losing his balance and falling to the ground. He never dreamed that he would find trouble with this living king of hell, the leader... He had heard his father say it earlier, in the old society.

, The leader is the one who holds the power of life and death. Today, I insulted him so rudely, how can I still do it?

"Master, you don't remember the faults of villains. I don't know. I really didn't know it was you. If I knew it was you who lent me some courage, I wouldn't dare!"

Wushuang shook his head and sighed, what else could he do, he was only a child after all, and Wang Fuhai could never be as loyal to the Hai family as his son.

"Hey, forget it, Fuhai, both of you, please get up. Brother, you are no longer allowed to use the banner of the Northern Meridian Mojin Sect in the future. It was me you met today. What if it were someone else? Can you let me go?

?You remember, you didn’t touch the gold sect, did you hear me?" Wushuang asked him.

"Master, please come into the house quickly. Treason, why don't you go and tell your uncles and uncles to come and see the cabinet?" Wang Fuhai kicked his son and scolded him.

Many old subordinates gathered together today, and three tables were set up in the small courtyard. Although he was happy, Wushuang did not drink, and did not allow the three Ma brothers to drink. Because he had something important to do tonight, and he had to go into the mountains.

Let's see. Tomorrow is the anniversary of Wu Gongyao's death. Tonight he will explore the crypt. If there are no valuable weapons, he will completely destroy the crypt and cut off the source of the virus.

There is a small county town called Longhua in the north of Chengde. Further north along the small county town is Weichang. The old Weichang was a place where nobles came for hunting and recreation during the Manchu and Qing Dynasties. Now it has developed well and has become a small-scale county town.

To the left and right of the besieged city are patches of barren mountains, with all kinds of birds, animals and rare birds in the mountains. It is also one of the national key protected areas.

Wang Fuhai led the way and set off from Chengde. He drove on the highway for more than an hour, then got off the highway and took the dirt road. Finally, the car stopped at a place called Jishang Village. There was no road ahead, and there were endless barren mountains and forests. The locals managed

This barren mountain is called Sandaocha, and it was also the place where Wu Gongyao once led a hundred thousand bandits to pull a lever to revolt.

"Master, it's already past eight o'clock, why don't we stay here tonight?" Wang Fuhai advised.

"No, don't you understand that you can't touch gold when the rooster crows?" There are many rules and taboos in the craft passed down from our ancestors. The most famous one is that no matter how many treasures there are in the ancient tomb in the Yin Cave, as long as it is dawn, no matter whether you succeed or not, you must

come out.

Wushuang asked the three brothers to carry the equipment they brought in the car, and the group prepared to enter the mountain.

"By the way Fuhai, what's your son's name?"

"To tell you what I'm saying, the dog's nickname is Huairong."

Wushuang looked back at the young man and said, "Huairong, just find a family to live in the village. Wait for your uncles and uncles to come tomorrow morning before we go into the mountains together. It's very cold after nightfall in the mountains, and you're still young.

My body can’t bear it.”

Although young people are bold, in this world, who born in the 1990s is willing to dig into graves with nothing to do? Although he always uses the name of the gold-touching sect, he would not dare to be beaten to death if he was really asked to learn this craft from the leader.
Chapter completed!