Compared with the tombs of the Jin Dynasty found in Shanxi, the tombs of the Zhao State found in Handan are more remote, with higher terrain, larger mounds of earth, inaccessible, and less likely to be stepped on, so the grass in that place can wither and flourish every year.
Some seniors in the room were still thinking about it. When I told me the exact answer, everyone except their heads showed surprise.
I sneered in my heart: "You old guys, don't look down on this generation of young people!"
The Changsha Tomb Robber coughed deliberately and said, "Well... he's really awesome, but I just want to accept him as my godson! I've had so many godsons over the years, some of them I even forgot their names.
Xiang Wa, I, Lao Luo, recognize you and remember your name."
I immediately held up my hands and said loudly: "Master Luo, and fellow seniors, my name is not Xiang Wa, my name is Xiang Yunfeng, the cloud of Baiyun! The peak of the mountain! People give me the nickname Shenyan Peak!"
He nodded repeatedly and said he had taken my name down.
It was past twelve o'clock at night when I came out of the room. I opened the window to get some fresh air, and suddenly someone called me.
"Hello?"
A nice female voice came from the phone.
"Brother Xiang! Where have you been during this time! You agreed to give me money! Did you forget!?"
"It's you Wenwen! I didn't... I didn't forget... How could I forget such a big thing? I've been out of town these two days. When I'm done, I'll go to the bank to transfer money to you, three hundred thousand
Is it enough?"
Wenwen's voice sounded a little aggrieved.
"That's almost enough. Brother Xiang, please don't lie to me. I trust you so much."
I swore I would never lie to her, so she was willing to hang up the phone.
It was my fault. I took away their jar of human heads and sold it to Boss Chai. It wasn’t that I wanted to default on the debt, I really forgot about it. I would definitely transfer the money to her.
I was on the fourth floor when I suddenly smelled a very fragrant smell of roasted sweet potatoes.
I followed the smell downstairs and found it in front of a small supermarket on the roadside.
"Boss, buy two kilograms of roasted sweet potatoes."
"boss!"
"Fell asleep?"
The lights were on in the small store and the door was open. Before I even called out when I entered, I heard a voice behind the leather curtain.
"Oops... Oops, ouch... Oops! I've passed the power! I've passed the power!"
I listened for a minute, coughed on purpose, and the sound from behind the curtain immediately disappeared.
A few minutes later, the proprietress in her forties came out with a rosy face and asked me, "What do you want to order?"
"Take two bags of Huazi and sink two pounds of roasted sweet potatoes."
After giving me the things, the landlady felt a little guilty and asked with a red face: "Did you hear anything just now?"
I shook my head and said, "I didn't hear you."
She breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Sweet potatoes taste good when they are hot, but not when they are cold. Are you here to attend a hotel wedding?"
Before I could express my position, she whispered again: "I'm asking, if the bride is like that, can she still get married?"
I frowned and said, "What's wrong with the bride?"
"You came to the wedding and you didn't even know?"
She said: "Some time ago at night, something suddenly exploded in front of the hotel!"
"The fire brigade said that the battery of the electric car exploded. I heard that the bride happened to be passing by there at the time, and as a result, her face was blown up."
As soon as I heard this, my face instantly turned pale!
The landlady didn't notice that my face looked strange. She looked at ease and gestured to me and said, "Some people said that the bride was completely blown from her mouth to her temples, and her back molars were exposed!"
