The ancient tomb that Hu Xue and Director Bai went to this time was said to be a large tomb from the Liao Dynasty, and many valuable treasures were unearthed in it.
But just when everyone was taking those things outside the ancient tomb, an armored warrior suddenly rushed out from the ancient tomb. He was holding a weapon similar to the Qinglong Yanyue Sword. His long hair was flowing and he would chop at anyone who saw the treasure in his hand.
Some people did not escape and were directly watched to death by the warrior. Some people ran quickly. Those who escaped thought they had escaped the disaster, but everyone died even if they didn't have the slightest smell of treasure. Cuihua's father
died.
After hearing the end, Wu Dazhi felt a little disappointed. The second half of this story was probably made up by a few women. Everyone knows that the Khitan people have strange hairstyles. They cannot have long and flowing hair. Besides, they are a grassland people and they use weapons.
Most of them are bows and arrows, and even if they use knives, they cannot be in the style of the Qinglong Yanyue Sword.
Wu Dazhi was listening to the woman telling stories, and Zhou Zijing was also not idle. Somehow, he and the fat girl made eye contact, and they were making secret glances. It didn't matter, he also took out the golden token sent by Black and White Wuchang.
Wu Dazhi glanced around with his peripheral vision. Zhou Zijing's intimate behavior with several women attracted the attention of several tattooed young people at a table next to him.
Everyone looked at Zhou Zijing with squinting eyes, although most of their eyes were on the piece of gold.
Seeing that the momentum was not right, Wu Dazhi pulled Zhou Zijing up without any reason and walked out. He walked out of the door and went straight to the parking place.
When those women saw Zhou Zijing leaving suddenly, they kept saying hello behind them. Zhou Zijing looked back reluctantly and kept complaining that Wu Dazhi didn't understand the style.
"You're a well, you say I don't understand the style, I tell you, if you stay in there for a while longer, you will become a fat man!"
While Wu Dazhi was driving, he scolded Zhou Zijing in a clear voice:
"You have been targeted by those gangsters for a long time. If you take out that broken token, have you lived enough?!"
"If this is the case, if you drive the car back, they still dare to catch Fat Grandpa from my attention. Go back and see how I teach them a lesson!"
As he said that, Zhou Zijing showed his arms and rolled up his sleeves. Looking at his posture, he would not be able to sleep tonight unless he got into a fight with those people.
Wu Dazhi looked at Zhou Zijing with a look of dissatisfaction and displeasure on his face. He really wanted to go up and slap him twice.
"Okay, Fatty, stop pretending here. I know you are powerful. With your body type, you will definitely be able to knock those people down. But as the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot overwhelm a local snake. You
Do you know how many brothers there are behind this person? We are two brothers!"
When Zhou Zijing saw Wu Dazhi stepping down for him, he stopped pretending to be strong and kept silent.
"Dazhi!" After a while, he said: "Are what those women said true? Why do I sound so evil? Even if it is true, how powerful can it be to defeat the old fox?
It’s uniformed!”
Wu Dazhi glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that the hooligans hadn't caught up with him. He felt relieved and thought seriously about Zhou Zijing's problem.
"I don't think I can believe everything those women said, but there is definitely something in that tomb. Don't forget, Black and White Wuchang said that Lao Lu would also appear here! That sword with no idea what it does is his
His goal, there is another thing that is also his goal, ghost resentment!"
"But that old fox..." Zhou Zijing still didn't want to believe that Hu Xue had become cannon fodder.
Wu Dazhi didn't want to believe it, but he had to admit that although Hu Xue was powerful, he was not a god. There should be people in the world who could beat him.
Back at the only three-star guest house in the town where they stayed, Zhou Zijing still kept nagging. Wu Dazhi ignored him, took out a map from his pocket, and studied it carefully.
Suddenly, a dazzling double flash of light flashed from outside, followed by the sound of a sudden brake.
Wu Dazhi instinctively thought of the gang of gangsters before. He quickly put down the map in his hand and came to the window sill. He saw more than a dozen people getting out of two cars, each with a stick in his hand, and one even held a stick in his hand.
machete.
Wu Dazhi swallowed. It was not the peak tourist season. Locals would not come to a place like this if they had nothing to do. Even if they needed it, there were many small hotels and they would not choose a place with such rubbish conditions and high prices.
Wu Dazhi estimated for a moment that they lived on the second floor and it would only take three minutes for these people to rush up to do this.
At the same time, a very clear voice came:
"I asked you how long have you been out here, and such a bright thing has just been exposed, why don't you take it back quickly!"
The person who spoke should be the leader of the group. Wu Dazhi moved slightly inside, as if he was afraid that the group downstairs would see him.
"Boss, I just saw those two men driving the car here!" A bald man stood up and said: "Boss, don't worry, brother, I will help you snatch the gold nugget in their hands in a moment!"
"That's right!" Another person stood up and agreed: "Look at the car they drive, it can probably be sold for tens of thousands... Although it is a bit old... but it is fine to drive here..."
"Fuck him, these two guys want to pick up our girls when they come here. Brothers, do you think you can fix them?!"
When Wu Dazhi heard this, he understood what was going on. It was all nonsense to pick up girls. What they were interested in was their own money.
"Nah, Fatty, you're still enjoying yourself there, are you deaf, or are you just pretending to be stupid?!" Wu Dazhi didn't have time to think too much, he ran to the bedside and kicked him.
"Dazhi, I just said that I would teach these people a lesson. I just listened to your words and let them go. Now, I'm here to find you!"
Zhou Zijing looked like he was just waiting for them to come and fiddled with the five apples in his hand.
Wu Dazhi was anxious, what time had this happened, and the damn fat man was still here pretending: "Damn it, okay, Uncle Zhou, stop pretending, if you are pretending, they will rush in and kill you like a pig.
, I don’t care!”
Zhou Zijing was not afraid of Wu Dazhi's threat at all. He nodded his leg and said slowly: "Dazhi, in today's civilized society, if you see a dog rushing up to bite you, you can't bite the dog, but you can call the dog's owner!"
Wu Dazhi was stunned for a second, not understanding what Zhou Zijing meant. Then he smiled again. This metaphor was so appropriate.
However, it would take a while for the dog owner to arrive. If they had that time, these people would have chopped it into pieces for them! Maybe it would be enough to make meat slices.
"When the dog owner comes, why don't I just feed you to the dog?!" Wu Dazhi didn't care whether Zhou Zijing wanted it or not, he just went up to pull him: "Don't force me, if you don't leave, I will leave by myself. Don't say anything then.
I’m not interesting enough!”
Zhou Zijing saw that Wu Dazhi was serious, so he slowly walked to the window, only took one look, and immediately screamed strangely:
"Damn, there are so many people, I'm just bragging a little bit..."
Before he finished speaking, he glanced at Wu Dazhi again: "Dazhi, that's not right. If we rush down now, won't we collide with them?"
At this time, the gang of gangsters downstairs had already filed in, and only one person stayed there to watch the car.