"Dingdang, wait a minute, are we being targeted?"

The fat man suddenly stopped me with a serious look on his face, and then told me in a low voice that there was someone who had been wandering around the house since we came in.

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

"Fat man, copy this guy out, let's go back first!"

I grabbed the small box, and the fat man pulled out a Nepalese army knife from behind his buttocks, and went downstairs cautiously. However, we didn't encounter any accidents until we took the car back to the antique shop.

"Fat man, are you blind or are you a homeless person?"

Back in the shop, I also breathed a sigh of relief.

The fat man shook his head and said: I am not a god, so how do I know?

I cleared the table, then opened the black box with trembling hands, and took out a stack of papers from inside.

The fat man grabbed a map, and his face suddenly burst into ecstasy: "Dingdang, yes, yes, the location of Dadou is right here, it's all marked."

I resisted the urge to cheer in my heart, told the fat man not to worry, and then grabbed the map.

This is a handmade map of Shangcai County, Henan Province. Every point is very detailed, and there are also some lines drawn with pencil, which seem to be the route of my grandfather's inverted fighting. However, there is a big blood-red cross on it, which makes me a little uneasy.

, is this warning me?

I then flipped through other things, and suddenly I found an old notebook with many unrelated things written in it. I frowned and read it over.

Li Si's heart is so crazy! How many people will he want to be buried with him?

The second time I entered Li Si's tomb, I killed everyone.

Clues are forever buried underground.

I am a sinner and I want to atone for the sins of the dead.

Don't ever go into that place!

On the last page of the notebook, there is a black and white photo, which is a group photo of more than ten people. The one sitting in the middle is my grandfather, smiling happily and wearing a big straw hat.

Uncle Ming sat on the left side of my grandpa. He was polite and polite, wearing round glasses. An unknown bearded man sat on the right side of my grandpa. He had a dead face and the only characteristic was that he was missing a thumb on his right hand.

I felt a surge of fear in my heart. The amount of information contained in this notebook made me a little frightened.

I didn't expect that after my grandfather failed in the first inversion, he actually organized people to conduct a second excavation. And judging from the information in his notebook, their second inversion trip was even better than the first one.

Be brutal!

So much so that my grandfather went completely crazy after he came back and even worshiped the dead people in the old house every day. I suddenly felt a little creepy.

The first time my grandfather and others went to fight, they encountered dozens of black evil spirits locked in the wall. What did they encounter the second time?

Moreover, I found a contradiction. The meaning revealed in my grandfather's statement should be that he did not want people to enter the tomb again, but why did he leave such a will before his death?

"Dingdang, if we want to make this order, it won't be possible for just the two of us." When the fat man saw the photo, his face suddenly turned very bad.

Before I could say anything, the fat man pointed to the bearded man sitting on the right side of my grandfather and said, "Do you know who he is? Cao Sizhi, a famous native man in Hubei Province, was missing a thumb on his right hand, but he could

The burial objects were found in the rice dumpling coffin. There are still people in Panjiayuan who remember him. He can't even get rid of the pit. If we go there, we will die!"

I was silent for a long time and then said: "Fat man, I owe a lot of debt and I can't help it. There are mountains of swords and fire ahead of me and I have to jump down. You have to think clearly."

The fat man said it was a waste of time to think about it. I have already closed my stall from Panjiayuan. If you dare to abandon me, I will kill you alive.

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

My acquaintance with Fatty was actually very simple. At that time, Fatty made a blue and white porcelain vase worth only twenty-five cents and sold it to someone else for twenty-five thousand. He was found chased and chopped down three streets, making people cry and howl. He almost died when he saw Fatty being beaten.

, I used money to help the fat man settle the matter. The fat man always said that it was just a small sum of money to me, but to him it was a life.

I asked the fat man: "I have a candidate here. Fatty, do you know anyone else who is capable? It's best to know about tombs, but there are some. Those who are too dark-hearted must not take it. If the news of this fight is leaked, I'm afraid we won't even get the soup."

drink."

"I do know a good person. Taoist people call him Chen Tuozi. He is also a very reputable person in Panjiayuan. This person has good luck-seeking skills. The most important thing is that he is proficient in the documents of many dynasties. According to his words,

There's just nothing he can't understand," the fat man said.

"Okay, this is necessary, and we need a few good hands."

I frowned and said, thinking about the black evil my grandfather encountered back then, I felt a hair in my heart.

"Okay, then I will go back to Panjiayuan tomorrow to look for a few hard poles. We will gather here then. You can take advantage of these two days to study more. The Warring States rubbings are definitely extraordinary. Maybe you will be one of them.

Discovering it could save everyone’s life!”

"Okay, fat man, please come back as soon as possible. I always feel that something is wrong with Uncle Ming. No matter, if it doesn't work by then, we will dispose of the Qingyang Bottle ourselves. This thing seems to be valuable!" I said.

I always felt uneasy this night. Could the figure that Fatty and I met in the old house be Uncle Ming? After all, he was the only one who knew that I would go to that old house.

What is his purpose?

I was so upset by the thought that I simply went to bed.

Early the next morning, Fatty went to Panjiayuan to summon people. I hesitated again and again, and after listing it in my mind, I decided to go find someone. I only knew that his name was Wang Yuanchao, and he was a man who had participated in the counterattack against Vietnam.

He was a soldier, and he was definitely short of money. He once sold a watch left by his father in my antique shop, and I got to know him from that.

In a dilapidated house a few blocks away from my antique shop, I knocked on the door, and a man in his thirties opened the door and walked out. He asked me expressionlessly: "Li Dingdang, what do you want from me?"

thing?"

I don't know why, but I always feel that the person standing in front of me is not a person, but a wolf, and I don't know where to get out of the words I organized before.

There was a strong smell of Chinese medicine in the room, and it was unclear who he was making the medicine for.

"Is there any way you can get a weapon?"

As soon as I gritted my teeth and spoke, I immediately saw the murderous intent in the eyes of the man in front of me. I had no doubt that this guy would twist my head into a knot.

"Don't worry, listen to me. There is a business deal that could cost 200,000 yuan or more after it is completed, but the risk is very high."

I said it in one breath.

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

I guessed right, Wang Yuanchao must be short of money.

I could probably guess Wang Yuanchao's character, so I made it clear: "Don't rush to reply to me. I'll tell you directly. This time I'm going to dig a big tomb, and the chance of success is less than 50%."

After I finished speaking, I turned around and left. There was a mixed crowd in Antique Street, and there were many people who were more ruthless than Wang Yuanchao, but I only believed in Wang Yuanchao.

Because I once heard that when Wang Yuanchao was a soldier, he killed more than 80 Vietnamese and had military medals all over his chest. If he had not given up the mission in order to save a comrade during the investigation, the army would have suffered a major disaster.

What a loss, he was promoted to company commander early.
Chapter completed!