The first thousand two hundred and eighty-nine chapters are different
"To be honest, I'm really interested in what you want to get. As the old saying goes, man dies for money, and bird dies for food. I took risks for money, because money can improve my health.
Quality of life. In this life, isn’t it just about quality of life?
I really can't understand your current mentality, working so hard for something that can't improve your quality of life." Zhang Fan curled his lips in confusion.
"If you are willing to satisfy my curiosity, just tell me. If you feel it is inappropriate to disclose, then don't tell me. I understand." Zhang Fan continued.
After hearing Zhang Fan's words, the white-faced man glanced at the man with the mustache, and saw the man with the mustache nodded very slightly.
A knowing look immediately appeared on the white-faced man's face.
"Mr. Zhang, our goals are different, and we have nothing to hide from you. We can tell you." The white-faced man replied.
Hearing the white-faced man's words, Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "You decided on your own? No need to ask your elder brother again?"
"No need. My eldest brother has said it before. Only Mr. Zhang is our most loyal partner. There are no secrets between us." The white-faced man said very freely.
After hearing the white-faced man's words, Zhang Fan looked back at the man with the mustache who was practicing and smiled.
How could the man with the mustache not see that Zhang Fan hates the white-faced man? What the white-faced man just said was all discussed between the man with the mustache and the white-faced man on the road, with the purpose of easing the relationship between the white-faced man and Zhang Fan.
, so that Zhang Fan no longer hates white-faced men so much, and at least he can communicate with them calmly, so that Zhang Fan's heart can completely turn to their side.
The man with the mustache and the old woman were in a competitive relationship. After entering the depths of the tomb passage, which side Zhang Fan fell to became very important.
In the eyes of the mustache man, although Zhang Fan is just an ordinary person, Zhang Fan has two advantages.
First, Zhang Fan is on good terms with Village Chief Yao. Although Village Chief Yao always finds various reasons to frustrate them, Village Chief Yao may not really know the situation deep in the tomb. It is possible that Village Chief Yao has already disclosed these situations.
I told Zhang Fan that if this was really the case, if Zhang Fan could reveal something to them, then their trip would avoid a lot of detours.
Second, they arrived at the deepest part of the tomb, where the treasure was hidden. If Zhang Fan helped them search for things, they would be able to search faster. If they were in such a dangerous situation, they would be able to find something faster.
A second faster might save their lives.
"If that's the case, then tell me, what are you looking for?" Zhang Fan asked.
"Find a box." The white-faced man replied.
"Box?" Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows, and a trace of doubt appeared on his face. When the middle-aged man from the Jinfeng Sect left, Zhang Fan once asked the middle-aged man from the Jinfeng Sect about their purpose of coming here.
The man told Zhang Fan that the purpose of their coming here was for a talisman, but the white-faced man told him that it was for a box, which puzzled Zhang Fan.
But it is impossible for Zhang Fan to talk to a white-faced man
Revealing what the middle-aged man said to him when they were separated, he could only ask: "What box?"
"This box is about 20 centimeters square and about 4 centimeters thick, but it is very dense and very heavy, about 10 kilograms." said the white-faced man.
"It's 20 centimeters square and 4 centimeters thick. Even if this box is made of gold, it's not that heavy, right?" Zhang Fan continued.
"I don't know what this box is made of. I've only seen pictures of this box." The white-faced man replied.
"If it's convenient, can you show me the photo?" Zhang Fan asked.
"No problem, I'll find it for you now, Mr. Zhang." The white-faced man said. After saying that, he took out his mobile phone, opened the photo album, and started searching for Zhang Fan.
After about ten minutes, the white-faced man stopped sliding his fingers, and then handed the phone to Zhang Fan, "Mr. Zhang, this is the photo, look at it."
Zhang Fan took the phone. When his eyes fell on the screen of the phone, Zhang Fan's heart was slightly shaken. Then, he pulled the screen twice and carefully looked at all three views of the box.
Zhang Fan had seen the box on the phone screen before, and not only had he seen it before, he also had an identical one in his hand. The whole box was copper-green and rusty, giving it a very primitive feeling.
The box exactly like the one in the photo was obtained from the third dimension of the Eight Temples.
After observing the picture for a while, Zhang Fan frowned tightly. Were there originally two boxes? Or was it just the one in his hand? They got the wrong information and came here to find this box?
Just as Zhang Fan was thinking about himself, the white-faced man asked: "Mr. Zhang, what's wrong? Have you ever seen a box with this style?"
The words of the white-faced man brought Zhang Fan back from his thoughts. Zhang Fan looked at the white-faced man and smiled and said: "This box gives me a very familiar feeling, as if I have seen it in a museum."
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, the white-faced man smiled slightly and said: "This is normal. When I saw this picture for the first time, I had the same feeling as you. Our civilization has a long history, and there are many vessels with such patterns.
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Zhang Fan glanced at the white-faced man, nodded slightly, and asked: "What is the purpose of this box? What do you want him to do?"
The white-faced man glanced at the mustachioed man who was practicing, and then said: "We don't know the specific function. We are also acting under orders. Only the people above know the true purpose of this box."
Zhang Fan glanced at the white-faced man. Judging from the white-faced man's behavior just now, it seemed that what the white-faced man just said was not the truth, but Zhang Fan could not continue to ask further.
"Mr. Zhang, after we reach the deepest part of the tomb, my elder brother and I will definitely try our best to collect money for you. We also hope that you can help us pay attention to this box." The white-faced man had a sincere look on his face.
"Don't worry, I have no other advantages. My biggest advantage is that I know how to be grateful." Zhang Fan was also very sincere.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, the white-faced man smiled and nodded.
The man with the mustache who was practicing with his eyes closed also nodded secretly. Judging from the current situation, his first goal has been achieved. The relationship between the white-faced man and Zhang Fan has eased, and Zhang Fan has agreed to help them pay attention.
With that box, the next step is to achieve the second purpose.