After finishing the bottle of good wine, he emptied the bottle in the style of an ancient knight and shook off the hem of his worn windbreaker, leaving a handsome figure on his back.
Along with Jie Lianhuan's disappearance, there were also dark shadows walking silently out of the firelight everywhere. Those were the dead soldiers Jie Lianhuan had trained over the years.
Now that the work is done, it's time for them to retire.
As for their future after this... no one knows except themselves. These people can no longer be called normal human beings, they are aliens in the human order society.
Perhaps, they will find a deserted area to live in seclusion and not care about the world.
Maybe... they will choose to commit suicide in the near future.
Whether it's what happened to Jie Jiuye more than thirty years ago, or some of the things that are burned down under this land now.
When they did these things, this land was destined to have no place for them from now on.
"I respect you and your silent efforts over the past few decades to fight!"
Hu Ming took out another bottle of wine out of thin air, his eyes were a little blurred, and he looked at the leaving figures of these people and said softly.
"And... here's to you! No matter what excessive things you have done to the Nine Gates in the past, you have always been the greatest person in this country for hundreds of years!"
After opening a bottle of white wine again, Hu Ming leaned over and looked at the dark area within a three-kilometer radius, spilling the wine from high in the sky with a serious look on his face.
This was the first time Hu Ming used honorifics to someone.
Back then, after the body was transported out of Banai Village in Guizhou Province using a special method, Jie Jiuye was hunted down and had no choice but to be helped by Gou Wuye in Hangzhou.
In the end, Gou Wuye hid the body in the imperial mausoleum of the Southern Song Dynasty using the plan of golden cicada to escape from its shell.
That is to say, this land covered with fire is the Imperial Tomb of the Southern Song Dynasty!
That corpse was originally left as a condition for negotiation during the most difficult times.
Now that all the plans have been successfully implemented, it is almost time to let him rest in peace.
As for handing it over... no one is that stupid!
At this moment, Hu Ming's blurred eyes suddenly turned a little annoyed, and he slapped his forehead. He almost forgot an important thing!
Still turning his palm over, Hu Ming took out something out of thin air...a rusty iron lump that exuded a faint fragrance!
"Isn't this the kind of iron figurine fragments we found in Banai Village?"
Wu Xie, who had just finished reading a letter left by Jie Lianhuan, originally wanted to sigh with a complicated mood, but looked at what Hu Ming suddenly took out and asked in confusion.
"You don't understand...this is the last piece of the puzzle."
However, Hu Ming just smiled slightly. Some things were too sensitive and there was no need to explain them.
The sword appeared out of thin air, peeling off the iron skin with superb skills without damaging the long-dead flesh and blood tissue inside.
Due to the special antiseptic measures, although the flesh and blood inside has long been stiff, there are no traces of decay.
Hu Ming skillfully stopped the piece of flesh and blood from being thrown into the increasingly fierce sea of fire.
This was found in the mountains by the old guy who forced Panma to confess to Hu Ming before he left.
This is an iron figurine that Panma stole when Jie Jiuye's team left.
As for Panma's fate... Wu Erbai killed that guy with his own hands before leaving.
After all, the archaeological team that Nianpan Ma and his gang killed by the lake were all the younger generation of Jiumen!
Although those people have been brainwashed to serve "him", even if it is to clean up the house, it is not the outsider's turn to do it!
When things have reached this point, everything is over.
For Hu Ming, in a short period of time, apart from his brother's affairs, there was nothing else that needed attention.
As for Wu Xie...
Digesting the information left by Lian Lian, dealing with the mess left by Wu Sansheng, and even pursuing his little brother's past will all cost him a lot of energy and time.
Thinking about it, Wu Xie will live a life of exhaustion and anxiety for a long time to come.
For a person, the physical fatigue is far less than the mental pressure.
And the saddest thing is that outsiders can't help with things like heart knots, you can only rely on yourself.
Early the next morning, Hu Ming, who was suffering from a rare hangover, sobered up and briefly explained the affairs of Changsha City before catching the first flight back to Sijiu City.
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The peaceful days passed for a long time, and by the time Hu Ming saw his brother again, it would be years later.
This day is the fifteenth day of the New Year, which is a good day.
In Hu Ming's residence, Yin Nanfeng, Hong Xia and others have left, leaving space and time to the two of them who are facing each other in silence.
Perhaps because they were about to part ways, the young man who never drank asked for a bottle of wine, frowned and took a sip.
Obviously, the guy didn't like the taste.
"Why bother? If you don't know how to drink, don't drink. It's only been ten years, and it's not a separation between life and death. Why is it so tragic?"
Seeing this, Hu Bai rolled his eyes and said angrily.
"During this period, I have been staying in Medog in Western Xinjiang."
The little brother talks to himself in a very personal way, briefly describing his experiences during this period.
"Hidden Sea Flower? I know you will definitely go back there after you recover your memory. The most important woman in your life will sleep in the Hidden Sea Flower."
Hu Ming was silent. He had read Zanghaihua and knew that Medog was a very special place for me.
In the northernmost part of Medog, on the border, deep in the Himalayas, there is an inaccessible snow-capped mountain.
The mountain is closed for at least half a year every year, and there is an ancient temple on the mountain.
My brother’s biological mother died from the Tibetan Sea Flower near this temple.
Hu Ming once traveled thousands of miles to visit there. To this day, three braziers are still lit in the front yard of this temple, and there is a sculpture of my brother's departure in the backyard.
Of course, this is another story. Deep in the Himalayas, on the Nepal side, there are still many secrets hidden.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! For example, another giant bronze door, for example, the mysterious Kangbalo tribe.
Decades ago, some interesting stories happened there, and it would be a huge story to tell. For details, please see Hidden Sea Flower!
The little brother just said it casually and had no intention of going into detail.
"I said goodbye to Fatty and Wu Xie before coming here. It's time for me to leave. Hu Ming, please give me a ride. Ten years later, you will still need to pick me up."
After a brief chat, he looked at the time, stood up, and packed his equipment.
"good!"
Hu Ming did not hold back and picked up the keys of the off-road vehicle that had been prepared long ago...
Hu Ming really felt more and more that this kind of intuition was an incredible skill!
In the morning, Hu Ming had a vague premonition that his brother would come to visit today, so he made preparations for the long journey early.
The two drove to the Changbai Mountains again, crossed the Erdaobai River, and came to Yingshan Village at the foot of the Changbai Mountains again.
Hu Ming and my brother are both talented and courageous people, so the cruel environment here has little impact on them.
After storing the car here, replenishing some daily necessities, and saying goodbye to their acquaintance Shunzi, the two set off into the Changbai Mountains.
By the time the two came to the bronze door in the underground crack of the Three Holy Peaks again, it was already three days later.
When the two came here, the bronze door had already opened a crack, and the team of Yin soldiers had been waiting in front of the door for a long time.
The younger brother silently put on the ancient armor, with a black knife hanging on his waist, and dragging the token ghost seal in his hand, he walked into the specially reserved position in the team.
"This time, won't you come in together?"
Captain Yin Bing looked at Hu Ming sitting on the steps with a bit of curiosity on his stiff face, and asked in ancient language.
"No, what I want to know was already known a year ago. There is no need to go in again."
"Ten years later, I will come here again to take you home, and witness your return to the ruins."
Hu Ming lit a cigarette, blew out a puff of mist mixed with smoke and water mist, and shook his head.
It is worth mentioning that Hu Ming also answered in an ancient language with weird pronunciation.
After all, Hu Ming had stayed there for half a year, and the language used for communication inside was all this ancient language. No matter how poor Hu Ming's language talent was, under the influence of this environment, this language also
The door to learning is slipping away.
"good!"
The captain of the Yin soldiers did not say any more and led the team into the darkness inside the bronze door.
Before leaving, the young man smiled slightly at Hu Ming who waved goodbye, and finally stepped into the world inside the door.
The strange mist began to dissipate, the ancient horn sound stopped, and the bronze door slowly closed with a loud friction, and the world inside the door was separated from the outside world again.
Everything returned to calm, and the ancient and mysterious bronze door seemed to have never been opened.
Hu Ming sat there and smoked countless cigarettes. When the sound of flapping wings could be faintly heard in his ears, he stood up.
"Okay, you're over 20 years old, why are you still acting like a little girl, shy? Do you still feel like this?"
"It's getting late, nephew, it's time for us to go back. We'll just come back here in ten years to take my little brother home."
Hu Ming walked slowly to the crack where he had entered when he left, and patted the shoulder of Wu Xie, who had followed quietly and was hiding in the shadows.
Wu Xie's tracking skills are undoubtedly not up to par. Hu Ming and his little brother have already discovered his traces.
Along the way, if the two of them hadn't helped each other from time to time, given Wu Xie's situation, he probably would have stayed in the snowy mountains to be a popsicle.
"For people like you and Men You Ping, ten years is an insignificant time, but for ordinary people like me, it is not an ordinary long time!"
After gathering his emotions, Wu Xie took one last look at the closed bronze door and followed Hu Ming's footsteps to leave.
