"Have you seen the blank area on the map? That blank area is not an error in the map drawing, but refers to the fact that this area has been shrouded in a highly poisonous white miasma all year round. Regardless of humans or animals, if you inhale it, you will die!"
"I'm not scaring you, because my eyes had to be dug out to save my life when they encountered this kind of miasma!"
Hearing this, the fat man couldn't help but take a breath, "So cruel? Is there any way to avoid it?"
The fat man asked, and Blind Chen shook his head, "Legend has it that these miasmas are clouds set up by King Xian using the evil technique to ensure that the tomb will never be robbed."
"Regardless of whether this statement is true or false, the tomb of King Xian is indeed located in the area shrouded by these miasmas."
"However, when it comes to avoiding it, there is actually a way."
"Back then, I knew that the tomb of King Xian was extremely dangerous, but I still insisted on leading a group of Xiling warriors to steal the tomb. I relied on this method."
"What method?" The fat man became interested and asked.
The fat man's idea was very simple and straightforward, which was to go into the tomb and find a bright weapon. As for the Muchen Bead and so on, that was just a matter of course.
On the day Shirley Yang appeared, he had already made it very clear when everyone was eating in the restaurant. So now when he heard Blind Chen say that there was a way, he was really excited.
Blind Chen didn't show off and said directly, "Wind and rain! Storm and rain!"
The fat man is not stupid, and he understood immediately after hearing it, "The storm can temporarily dispel the miasma, and then we can take the opportunity to rush in."
This raises a question.
"What about you, old man?"
Blind Chen smiled helplessly, "We did the same thing back then. We waited outside the miasma for many days and finally got the opportunity we wanted. As soon as the miasma dissipated to the point where we didn't dare to delay, we immediately started playing.
Run inside with your life."
"Who would have thought that just after running halfway, you can see the waterfall... The waterfall is on Feng Shui, also known as the water dragon. The entrance to the tomb passage of King Xian's tomb is right at the dragon's eye of the waterfall..."
"At that time, the wind and rain suddenly stopped, and the miasma gathered again..."
"We are halfway there, it's not okay to continue running, it's not okay to run back..."
"The situation was urgent and we had no choice. Seeing that the miasma was increasing, we had no choice but to flee for our lives... I practiced Qigong for several years when I was young and was able to close my breath for a period of time. Relying on this, I finally managed to escape.
…”
"But my eyes have to be picked out because they have been exposed to the poisonous miasma for too long..."
So far.
Chen Yulou’s experience about the tomb of the King Xian and his party is over.
Ding Ze blew out a breath of smoke but still said nothing, waiting for Hu Bayi and Shirley Yang to express their opinions... But he was not idle either. He tried to imagine that he didn't know the plot and heard Chen Yulou's words.
If so, he may be a tomb robber who is confident in his own abilities.
'If I didn't know the plot and just heard what Chen Yulou said, what would I think?'
Well, after thinking about it for a while, he still felt that even if he didn't know the plot and saw the fact that Blind Chen had lost his eyes in front of him, he wouldn't think that the miasma was just a piece of cake. Just prepare a gas mask...
…
So he really couldn't understand it.
Why did Hu Bayi and Shirley Yang, after hearing this, immediately think that there was nothing to be afraid of? The reason why Blind Chen didn't succeed back then was simply due to insufficient preparation?
'Is it because of naivety? The ignorant are fearless?'
Ding Ze thought of this possibility and thought that maybe this was the case.
Of course, he remained silent and allowed Hu Bayi and Shirley Yang to speak one after another.
Hu Bayi said, "Old man, times have changed. As long as we are fully prepared and wear gas masks and protective clothing, we should be able to pass through those miasmas."
This is Hu Bayi's high opinion.
Following Hu Bayi, Shirley Yang, who really seemed to be a couple, expressed her opinion, "I have never heard of a miasma that is so dense and toxic...but I think what Old Hu said makes sense, as long as
We put on gas masks and prepared the corresponding medicines, so it should be fine..."
"This miasma shouldn't be some kind of magic."
Um.
There is nothing wrong with the husband singing and the wife following.
Ding Ze thought about it and suddenly wanted to laugh again.
He held it in, but Blind Chen didn't hold it in, but he didn't smile too exaggeratedly. He just shook his head with a slight smile, and then spoke while reaching for the map, turning it over, and letting Hu Bayi and Shirley
Yang looked at the back.
"Times have changed, and I also know that gas masks may indeed have some effect. But old man, I still want to advise you that it is definitely not a wise behavior to fight against the tomb owner and underestimate the anti-theft methods of the tomb owner.
.”
"Confidence is a good thing, but overconfidence... to put it mildly, is stupidity."
"This King Xian has been immersed in miasma all his life. Even if the miasma is just an ordinary poisonous miasma and not some kind of evil magic, so what? The miasma is just the first line of defense for King Xian's tomb, so what kind of mechanism is there in the tomb?
"
"Look at this line on the back of the map. Old man, I have said everything I can say. What you think about it is your business. Old man, I can't interfere."
Hear this.
Ding Ze couldn't help but think about it, or in other words, he remembered an old saying.
'It's hard to persuade a damned person with good words.'
is that so?
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When Blind Chen said this, the eyes of Hu Bayi and Shirley Yang naturally immediately fell on the back of the human skin map.
I saw a lot of text and pictures on the back.
To understand it, it is equivalent to an annotation and introduction to the content on the front map, that is, the tomb of King Xian.
One of the lines reads like this.
"Wang Yan was buried in the halo of a water dragon. His body was decomposed and he ascended to immortality. The halo of the dragon was invisible. Unless the sky collapsed, it would be extremely difficult for outsiders to break it."
Although this passage is in classical Chinese, we are not illiterate, so it is not difficult to understand its meaning.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Hu Bayi’s brows furrowed again, because this paragraph is a description of King Xian’s tomb, so Hu Bayi said: “This dedication
The king is really confident that unless the sky collapses, outsiders will not be able to crack his tomb."
When the fat man heard this, he didn't underestimate the King's Tomb, but that didn't stop him from determined to go.
Why?
What else could it be for? Of course it would be great wealth!
The fat man grinned and puffed out his cigarette coolly, "Whatever, whether it's for the Muchen Bead or the artifact, we've stolen the King's Tomb."
After saying that, the fat man immediately followed up, "I think we shouldn't stop ink. Let's pack our things and go back to Beijing to prepare equipment..."
Speaking of equipment, Fatty remembered what Ding Ze had said before and asked, "Old Ding, we have a clue this time. Can we prepare the equipment?"
Ding Ze heard this and nodded with a smile, "Of course. Remember to buy the best one when you go back. Don't save money on this, especially gas masks. It's best to buy some imported high-end military ones. This is related to our safety."
Little life."
"Don't worry, we are not considered poor now, we will definitely buy the best," the fat man said, patting his chest with pride, acting as if he had become a billionaire.
Bang bang bang!
This damn fat man slaps his chest so hard, doesn’t it hurt?
Ding Ze just thought about it with a smile.
Suddenly, the fat man stopped suddenly while patting, his face changed, and he realized, "Old Ding, what do you mean after 'you' go back? You won't go?"
The moment the words were spoken.
The eyes of Fatty, Hu Bayi, and Shirley Yang all focused on Ding Ze's face.
Seeing this, Ding Ze nodded, "I heard Mr. Chen talk about King Xian, miasma, and water dragon halo. I feel like I've heard it somewhere before."
"I have to make some inquiries and then find you. Don't act in a hurry until I arrive."
With that said, Ding Ze looked at Lao Hu and said, "Especially Lao Hu, you don't have much experience. Those big tombs are so dangerous... Don't underestimate them. In short, let's go together when I get there.
.”
With the facts in front of him, Hu Bayi could not refute it. After all, he did not have much experience.
However, Hu Bayi was really anxious. It seemed that this problem could never be corrected. "Old Ding, how long will you be gone for?"
Ding Ze thought for a while, it wouldn't take long for the raging sea to dive into the sand.
"In a few weeks, I will visit a few people. They live in relatively remote areas... A few weeks will be enough for you to prepare all the equipment."
That's indeed what happened.
It was obvious that Hu Bayi could still wait for a few weeks. Seeing his frown, he finally relaxed and said, "Okay."
"Well," Ding Ze responded and turned to Chen Yulou, "then Mr. Chen, just give us this map. It's 20,000 yuan, about right?"
Chen Yulou was shocked: "...Brother Ding, you are really not short of money!!!"
Ding Ze grinned, full of amusement for a moment, "Old man, you thought I was joking before, so that's it, old man, you go to Beijing with them."
Ding Ze was about to leave, and what should be arranged had to be arranged. After saying that, he said to the fat man, "Fat man, help take care of this person, and the other twenty thousand yuan given to the old man will be deducted from my obvious things.
It’s a question.”
Fatty: “…..”
The fat man vaguely felt that something was not right. After thinking for a while, he finally figured out what was wrong.
Then, the fat face fell.
"Old Ding, no problem, no problem, but...last time I took care of Xiaoye, this time I take care of Mr. Chen..."
"Old Ding, who do you think I am, fat man?"
"Do I look like a nanny?"
The words hit my ears.
Ding Ze immediately smiled and pretended to look the fat man up and down.