This sudden sound echoed in Zhang Yu's consciousness. He was suddenly startled, and then a gleam of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He looked at the wooden box carefully, and saw that the lid of the box slowly opened, and a stream of dust that seemed to have traveled through time rose gently, and then quickly dissipated in the air.
Zhang Yu's expression was instantly replaced by a hint of joy that could not be concealed.
He turned around cautiously, his eyes completely attracted by the two items lying quietly in the box - a delicate key and a neatly folded handkerchief.
The surface of the key glows with a faint silver light and is engraved with complex patterns, which makes it look unusual at first glance.
Zhang Yu turned the key over and over, trying to find clues in every detail, but unfortunately, apart from the exquisite craftsmanship, he did not find any words or marks that directly pointed to the purpose.
The small handkerchief, on the other hand, looks more simple. An elegant orchid is embroidered on the white cloth. The stitches are fine and fine. You can see the care of the person who embroidered this handkerchief with just one glance.
Zhang Yu glanced around and saw that he was the only one left in the carriage.
The secretary and the woman went to have dinner, and the old lady took her grandchildren to the toilet.
He quietly took out the handkerchief from the space, unfolded it gently, and a faint orchid fragrance floated quietly, surrounding him instantly, as if it could soothe the irritability and uneasiness in people's hearts.
However, his attention at this time was not on the fragrance.
He was completely attracted by the inconspicuous text on the handkerchief.
Staring intently at the line of words - "Baoding xxx".
Looking at this address, Zhang Yu frowned.
Needless to say Baoding, the latter address always seemed familiar to him.
Let him think about it, let him think about it.
Where had he heard this address?
Zhang Yu frowned and Gao Gao thought about it for a long time and still felt it was familiar, but he didn't remember it.
He planned to go back and ask his uncle. His uncle's hometown was Baoding, and he might know the name of this place.
In the next two days, Zhang Yu would take out the key and play with it from time to time.
After a long time, he really realized that something was wrong.
The pattern engraved on the key does not seem to be engraved randomly, or it may be some kind of auspicious pattern.
He found an ink pad and enlarged the pattern on the key.
map!
The pattern engraved on the key is a map.
Zhang Yu opened his mouth slightly, a little in disbelief.
But in an instant, I was pleasantly surprised again.
The person who was completely different from Zhang Yu's side was Fu Baoshan.
There was no escape for him after all.
Fu Baoshan was caught and then quietly taken to a dark basement, where there was no sunlight, only cold air and harsh echoes.
He was tied mercilessly to a thick pillar, his body trembling slightly with pain and fear, but unable to resist.
Fu Baoshan slowly fell into a coma under this torture.
The hourglass of time passed slowly in the endless darkness, until one day later, a middle-aged man with a sinister face and knife-like eyes stepped into this forgotten corner.
His arrival made the already depressing air even heavier.
The middle-aged man stood in front of Fu Baoshan, quietly examining his prey. His condescending attitude made people feel chilly.
He waved his hand gently, and the men beside him immediately understood, brought a basin of freezing cold water, and poured it on Fu Baoshan mercilessly.
The cold water cut through the air like a sharp knife, instantly waking him up from his coma.
Fu Baoshan opened his eyes suddenly, and in front of him was the face that trembled his soul. He shuddered involuntarily, as if he had encountered the most terrifying nightmare in the world.
When the middle-aged man saw this, a meaningful smile appeared on his lips. He gently lifted Fu Baoshan's chin with the fan in his hand. His deep eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.
"Are you surprised to see me?"
His voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting Fu Baoshan's heart.
When Fu Baoshan saw this, he immediately put on a flattering smile and said in a trembling voice: "Third Master, what are you talking about? I am really lucky to see you here."
As he spoke, he secretly observed the third master's expression, trying to find a turning point in his uncertain face.
Then, he pretended to be surprised and looked at the rope on his body, pretending to be puzzled and continued: "Third Master, what... is going on? Why am I here? If you have any errands, just ask
In a word, I will go through fire and water without hesitation, and there is really no need to do so..."
However, the third master just sneered, and that smile was full of disdain and ridicule.
He suddenly slapped Fu Baoshan's face twice with his fan. The force was so strong that Fu Baoshan's cheeks instantly became red and swollen.
"Fu Baoshan, stop pretending here. You know better than anyone why I came to you."
There was unquestionable majesty in the third master's words.
Before he finished speaking, the third master impatiently grabbed the whip on the side and whipped Fu Baoshan mercilessly.
Each whip was accompanied by Fu Baoshan's heart-rending wails. The sounds of whips and screams were intertwined and echoed in the dark basement.
The third master was beating and cursing angrily, and his face became ferocious with anger.
"You don't even want to ask, who dares to touch my things in this world! You are very courageous!"
Fu Baoshan was beaten with bruises all over his body and could only keep begging for mercy: "Third Master, please spare me this time. I really didn't take anything from you. I really didn't take anything from you..."
His voice became weaker and weaker, but his words of begging for mercy never stopped, until finally, only intermittent moans and begging for mercy were left, echoing in the boundless darkness.
The third master's sneer echoed in the empty room, with a bit of disdain and ridicule.
He shook off the whip in his hand, and the crisp sound seemed to be the end of Baoshan's ultimatum.
The men were well-trained and immediately brought a carved wooden chair and placed it respectfully behind the third master. He took advantage of the situation and sat down.
He snorted coldly, with unquestionable majesty in his voice: "Don't play tricks on me, Fu Baoshan, your life is worthless now."
"I don't know...I don't know what are you talking about, Mr. San?"
The third master sneered, his face full of anger, and he said playfully: "I don't know, haha, I don't know!"
Seeing this, the subordinates quickly handed over a cup of tea. The third master took a sip, his expression softened slightly, but his eyes were still as sharp as an eagle.
He leaned back slightly, leaning on the back of the chair, swaying slightly on his toes, as if enjoying the pleasure of being in control of everything.
The tips of his toes gently lifted Fu Baoshan's chin, forcing him to look at him.
The third master's eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the deepest secrets of people's hearts.
"Tell me, where are the things hidden?"
Fu Baoshan's face looked even paler under the dim light, and a complex emotion flashed through his eyes - both the fear of the unknown fate and the desire for the endless temptation of the treasure.
At this life-and-death moment, greed and reason clashed fiercely in his heart.
In the end, greed prevailed.
The things behind the box can allow him and his descendants to live a life of plenty, plenty of meat, and beautiful women.
He didn't want to take it out, and he didn't want to spend the rest of his life working for others for money.
You should know that every time you go to the tomb, your head is pinned to the waistband of your pants. If 10 people go down, it is considered good if 5 people come up.
The key is that people like Third Master are too greedy. The things he brought with his life are not his, and in the end they only give them less than 1% of the value of the things.
How could he want to continue to be controlled by others?
So when he heard about the rumor from his companions and looked at the box that he had only narrowly escaped death to get, he was decisively moved.
And God is also helping him.
When he went up, the people on guard above had already been taken care of.
He used various means to get rid of the only remaining companion, and quietly ran away with his things.
Fu Baoshan looked at Third Master with a flattering look on his face, and wanted to try to struggle: "Third Master, the things are really not here with me. Even if you give me ten more courages, I won't dare to take your things!"
What Fu Baoshan said is true, and people who don't know may believe it.
However, the third master was not moved at all. He just shook his head slightly, with a hint of coldness in his eyes: "Fu Baoshan, you are still making excuses until now. Do you think I will really come unprepared?"
Looking for you? Since I have spoken, I must be fully confident.
Now, I give you two choices: either take the initiative to explain, and maybe save your life; or, try Duan Er's 'craft'."
After saying that, the subordinate next to him, who caught the third master's look, looked eager to give it a try.
As he walked, he said: "Third Master, I have a new set of prints. They are very beautiful. You haven't seen them before, do you want to take a look?"
Before Fu Baoshan could realize what he meant, he saw the subordinate picking up the red-hot soldering iron and walking towards him with a smile.
The third master also smiled: "I have long heard that you are good at forging patterns, but I haven't seen it yet. I want to appreciate it carefully today."
"Third Master, please hold on. My reputation as Duan Er is not in vain. My ancestors were masters of the silver building. They could do all kinds of tricks with their own hands. It's just that the descendants were unfilial and offended the powerful. Later,
He actually reduced himself to swinging a sledgehammer.
But Third Master, don’t look at me swinging a sledgehammer, the skills passed down from my ancestors are definitely not bad.”
With that said, he walked towards Fu Baoshan with the soldering iron in hand with a smile.
Fu Baoshan's face was full of fear, but he was involuntarily attracted by the conversation between the two people.
He subconsciously glanced at the red-hot iron. Although it was burned red, he could vaguely see the rather delicate pattern on it.
Fu Baoshan gritted his teeth and originally wanted to hold on a little longer.
With those things, he can become a master in the rest of his life.
By the time he reacted, Duan Er had already walked in front of Fu Baoshan. The soldering iron in his hand glowed frighteningly red under the firelight, and the smile on his twisted face looked particularly ferocious.
"Brother Fu, we have never known each other until now. Let's ask Duan to leave a special mark on you today."
Fu Baoshan's eyes widened in horror. He wanted to struggle but found that he was already restrained and unable to move. He could only watch helplessly as the soldering iron in Duan's hand slowly approached, and a burning smell instantly filled the air.
The "sizzling" sound of burning flesh echoed in the air, a sound that made people's scalp numb and their souls tremble.
Fu Baoshan seemed to really hear the sound of his body being swallowed up by flames and the grease coming out, which was proof that his vitality was gradually disappearing.
His face was as pale as paper, and sweat and tears mixed together, blurring his vision.
"Ah!" Another miserable cry pierced the night sky.
Half an hour of torture almost exhausted all Fu Baoshan's strength.
He drooped his head and was dying.
If it weren't for the ropes tied up, he might have slumped to the ground.
However, even in this situation, he still did not relent.
"Tell me, where is the thing?" The third master's voice was cold and cruel, and his eyes were full of impatience and murderous intent.
That thing has attracted the attention of others. He can't waste any more time and must find the thing as soon as possible.
The power of those people was beyond his ability to stop.
Once those people take action, he will never be able to keep that thing.
Third Master will never allow the cooked duck to fly again.
Fu Baoshan raised his head with difficulty and said with all his strength: "Third Master, I really don't know. Even if you kill me today, I don't know where that thing is."
At this moment, the whole room fell into deathly silence.
Third Master and Duan Er looked at each other.
If he hadn't been sure that the information he got was accurate, the third master would have doubted that he had found the wrong person. Fu Baoshan was the only one who survived at that time, so the thing must be in his hands.
"Since the thing is not in your hands, what have you been hiding from for the past six months?"
Fu Baoshan begged for mercy: "Third Master, I really didn't take anything from you. When I went up from the tomb, everyone above was already dead."
Fu Baoshan lowered his head to hide the hatred in his eyes.
He is greedy for life and afraid of death, but he is even more greedy.
And he felt like a mirror, even if he handed over the things, in order to keep the secret, the third master might not let him live.
You will still die in the end.
Instead of doing this, it's better to grit your teeth and say you don't know.
Maybe even a small life could be saved.
Unable to pry Fu Baoshan's mouth open, the third master could no longer maintain his previous calmness.
His face was so gloomy that it could drip with water, and he could no longer maintain his previous calmness and calmness.
In anger, he slammed the teacup in his hand to the ground, causing pieces to scatter and making a crisp and harsh sound.
He gritted his teeth, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of threats and unwillingness: "Okay, Fu Baoshan, you have the guts! Since you don't say it, let's see if it's you who is so stubborn."
, or my methods are tougher!"
After saying that, the Third Master turned around and left angrily. Every step he took was extremely heavy, as if he wanted to vent all the anger in his heart on the ground.
As he walked, he coldly ordered the men behind him: "Keep an eye on him. When will he be willing to speak, and when will I give him food again? I want to see if his bones are hard or his belly comes first."
I can’t hold it any longer!”
The subordinates responded quickly, with a hint of awe for the Third Master's methods flashing in their eyes.
Watching the third master leave, a trace of relief flashed in Fu Baoshan's eyes.
