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 Ancient Building and discover the secrets of the Zhang Family Ancient Building.
Even though he left some notes, many of them were forgotten where they were placed!
I can’t even remember what his purpose was for doing this in the first place...
"It's the Bronze Gate. The Zhang family has finished playing at that time and is no longer able to guard the Bronze Gate for generations. You need the help of the Nine Sects."
Hu Ming kept paying attention to the change in the younger brother's expression and explained softly.
Strictly speaking, the transaction between my brother and Jiumen started at 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 period of time.
Unfortunately, due to a series of events that happened later, Jiumen declined too quickly.
So much so that no one ever mentioned the fulfillment of the agreement, and every once in a while, outstanding descendants were sent to Changbai Mountain to guard the Bronze Gate.
"Then, the archaeological team that came out of Guangxi back then was actually all manned by Mr. Jie Jiu."
"The problem is, uncle, so many people died here because of Panma's accidental attack. At that time, little brother, Aunt Wenjin and Huo Ling, how did they escape from 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.
He took out the smoking cessation stick and held it in his mouth, but it was somewhat unsatisfactory. Wu Xie simply threw away the smoking cessation stick angrily and lit a cigarette.
As for pulmonary fibrosis?
Go to hell!
Wu Xie could no longer care about these minor 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 was already imprisoned in the Geermu Sanatorium by "him"."
"The purpose is to find out the secret of my immortality."
"My little brother didn't participate in the activity of exploring Zhangjia Ancient Building!"
"In Jie Jiuye's subsequent activities, he also wanted to rescue the little brother. In fact, he later succeeded. He had already succeeded 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 Ming and the expressionless little brother in shock.
The person "he" selected, wearing a human skin mask and pretending to be me...a substitute to appease the people of the Nine Sects.
The younger brother pondered for a moment and suddenly said.
"That's right, the archaeological team that walked out of here back then 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, Wu Xie, the fat man, were lost in thought.
They were shocked by the truth of that year.
"Then...what was the purpose of that archaeological team coming here?"
After a long time, Wu Xie threw away the burned cigarette butt in his hand and asked in a harsh 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 his mind..."
"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 is a lot of nonsense in the Internet literary circle recently, and there are many things that cannot be mentioned."
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.
Several 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...
Just the fat guy...
"Made, Fatty, I believed your lies. Obviously these things have nothing to do with Fatty?
"Why, Fat Master, I somehow know so many secrets that I shouldn't know, and am I somehow dragged into trouble by you bastards?"
"Damn, are we friends after all? Shouldn't friends think about their friends?"
The fat man sighed melancholy. He was obviously trying his best to avoid sinking into this big quagmire, but why did Mao finally fall into it accidentally?
A few people laughed 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 wade through this muddy water for his friends.
"Brother Hu Ming, the bosses, lunch has been prepared. Come over for dinner soon."
"Ahem...what's wrong with you? You smoke so much? You don't even know how to open the windows to ventilate?"
At this moment, Yun Cai knocked on the door. After the fat man went to open the door, the thick smoke made Yun Cai cough.
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 guy really wanted to sneak away. Fortunately, I saved him."
At the door, several black and red Jingjian Ahan crawled out from the dark corner, hovered around Hu Ming, turned into a black smoke and disappeared, telling 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, she was probably scared out of her wits by the little brother, and it was expected that she would want to run away.
But yesterday, several people were also shocked by those things and forgot about it...
