"No, what are you talking about? Can we stop playing riddles?"
Facing the three big bosses, Panzi found it hard to talk, but Wu Xie didn't have such worries.
"It means that when you get to the tomb, you might be able to enjoy a big show for free."
"The kind that is extremely exciting, spanning ancient and modern history, the kind of prime-time bloody drama."
Hu Ming laughed and put aside his suspicions about the Yin soldiers for the time being.
In the end, no matter how the three of them speculated, it would be useless. Only by going inside the tomb and seeing it with their own eyes could they confirm the reason why the Yin soldiers appeared here inexplicably.
You know, the so-called Yin soldiers take advantage of the road, but there is a fixed route.
But this place, according to Hu Ming, is not on the path of the Yin soldiers.
After the boat came out of the river in the middle of the mountain, it traveled down the river for most of a day.
It wasn't until the sun set that everyone saw a small town with smoke curling up on the river bank in front of them.
It's worth mentioning that I didn't do any bloodletting this time.
In other words, it seems that I don’t need to eat pork liver this time.
Hu Ming didn't know why so many people liked to eat animal liver, but he really couldn't taste the taste.
"Third Master, Ming Master, look at the village ahead and there are electric lights, it doesn't look as bad as we thought."
"In this case, if you are lucky, you can take a hot bath at night!"
When Panzi saw this scene, he immediately summoned up all his strength and rowed forward with all his strength.
When I think of the village, I can think of hot baths, fried game, and the big braids of the big girls in the village.
Involuntarily, even Wu Xie became excited.
"After we get ashore, no one is allowed to mention the old man who drove the cart or the boatman. Who knows if people in the village will attack us."
When they were about to land, Wu Sansheng reminded.
Although the boatman's death was not their fault, it is still better to be careful in other people's territory.
There is a boat parking place on the shore, where the boatman should often disembark.
There is also a trail that extends all the way up. There are a lot of dog excrement on both sides, exuding a stench.
At first glance, the village is not big, with only about thirty households.
"Pan Zi went and asked if there was a place where we could live." Wu Sansheng said to Pan Zi.
Pan Zi travels around the world all year round, so it is very simple to find a place to stay.
They casually showed one or two red banknotes, and someone immediately took them to the village chief's house.
Because the place is large, it won't be a problem for a few people to live there.
The village chief is an old man in his late fifties. Because people in the countryside age quickly, he looks to be in his sixties.
After knowing their purpose, the village chief was naturally happy, after all, this was also an income.
"We have a guest house here. There are three empty rooms here, just for two people. Fortunately, someone checked out this morning."
I randomly found a villager and asked about the location of the village guest house. A group of five people quickly drove their oxen and loaded equipment to the guest house.
They each took a hot bath to wash away the smell of corpses in the corpse pile.
After finishing, a few people gathered together in the lobby downstairs and ordered a few dishes.
"Sister, your village is pretty good. There are cement roads in and outside the village."
"How did you bring all this cement in?"
While eating food and drinking beer, Wu Sansheng stopped the waiter and asked cheerfully.
Seeing this, Hu Ming chuckled.
He knew that this was the formula for "asking, hearing, asking, and feeling" in the art of reverse fighting.
The important thing is to extract clues about the ancient tomb from the local people through conversation skills.
"Hey, Menyouping, let me ask you something."
"In that cave today, why did you drip blood into the water and those corpse turtles ran away like crazy?"
Wu Sansheng was having a lively chat with the big braided girl over there. Wu Xie, unwilling to be left alone, approached his brother and Hu Ming and asked curiously.
Even the crickets over there pricked up their ears.
Panzi has been working in the fields with Wu Sansheng for more than ten years. He can't say that he is knowledgeable about the back-and-forth business, but he can be considered an expert.
But he has never seen his little brother like this.
"Hu Ming can do it too, and his blood is even more effective. Ask Hu Ming."
The younger brother glanced at Wu Xie and Panzi indifferently, and then kicked the ball to Hu Ming without leaving any trace.
It was obvious that the younger brother had no interest in talking.
"..."
Hu Ming looked at the younger brother in astonishment.
He knows that my brother lost his memory in the Xisha Undersea Tomb in 1985.
However, Hu Ming thought about the experience of being imprisoned before he met him, and Hu Ming couldn't help but feel even more disgusted with the Big Buddha!
But how could this little brother know about his blood? You know, Hu Ming never said anything about this during this meeting.
And now Hu Ming can easily hide his aura from being discovered, even if that person is a little brother!
"Brother, tell me honestly, are you not at all... Anyway, you still remember me, right?"
Hu Ming ignored Wu Xie and Panzi's curious looks and asked suspiciously.
"..."
"Paper and pen are good things."
The younger brother glanced at Hu Ming flatly, spoke concisely and continued to eat.
For the first time, Hu Ming hated that he could understand the meaning in other people's eyes.
The look in the little brother's eyes was clearly one of contempt: Are you stupid? Write down some important things and carry them with you, so that even if you lose your memory, you won't forget the important information.
"...Your uncle! You recognized me from the very beginning of our relationship!"
Hu Ming helplessly held up his forehead and was looked down upon by his younger brother. I'm afraid this was the first time in his history, right?
Hu Ming finally understood what the strange look in Wu Sansheng's eyes meant when he left the house.
"...Uncle Ming, I am also your eldest nephew after all. Can you stop playing riddles like this?"
"I always feel that you, Third Uncle, and Menyou Ping, you three are treating me and Panzi as fools, right?"
Wu Xie curled his lips, this was such a confusing conversation.
