"Whatever, might as well go together then. [Fuel^Book^Warehouse][].[774][buy].[]" thought the fatty silently to himself, he took a deep breath and lay down in the coffin, looking at the thick and heavy coffin, the fatty self-mockingly said: "Dying and being able to rest here is also good fortune, the specifications of an emperor's tomb, it's not a waste of this life, just next time some bastard comes here to fight for thousands of millions remember to leave me a whole corpse."

  The coffin lid was slowly pulled up by him...

  I waited for a very long time, far exceeding the time set by Dragon King. I stood there foolishly while Old Gu was deeply studying that cauldron. I always thought waiting was a simple thing, but sometimes waiting can be a lifetime...

  Zha Wenbin told me that we are insignificant in this world, just a grain of sand. I asked him how he got into philosophy, and he said it was because he had seen too little.

  I, like everyone else, wanted to know what had happened in that coffin. He sipped his tea and slowly told me:

  As soon as he got into the coffin, Cha Wenbin felt his body lighten up, and then he only felt himself falling down at an extremely fast speed of free fall.

  "The plank under that coffin is movable, unfortunately no one found it when we checked." His eyes were a bit red, I think he must be missing Pangzi.

  "I didn't even have the chance to send out a signal, my surroundings were pitch black, I couldn't grasp any point of support. After falling for a long time, I suddenly felt something supporting me, but I couldn't feel what it was. My whole body's strength was useless, I tried hard to stand up but found myself powerless, just like treading on water, my four sides and eight directions had no point of support, I was just floating there, at one point I thought I was dead, that was my soul."

  "What's next?" I asked.

  Zha Wenbin took out a small red ring and played with it in his hand, then said meaningfully: "Later..."

  Everything around him was pitch black, and suddenly he thought of the headlamp he had been waiting for, so when he turned it on, he could finally see something. His feet were in mid-air, empty, and he was indeed floating. The surroundings were silent, with darkness all around, up and down, left and right. His body was spinning in the air like that.

  Zha Wenbin thought he was dreaming, so he pinched his thigh hard, and it hurt!

  Is this real? But where is it? Under that coffin? Or the black hole I saw myself?

  "Loneliness, Xiao Yi, do you know that feeling?" A hint of pain flashed across Cha Wenbin's face. I knew he had been following Ma Zhenren since childhood, and his only friend was me. I thought he was originally a lonely person.

  "I also have someone." I smiled and said.

  "It's not the same, it's a deep loneliness in the soul. You put yourself at the center of the universe, but you can't see any light around you. In that situation, I stayed for a long time. Slowly, I found myself able to move again."

  Cha Wenbin found himself like a person who had fallen into the water, the more he struggled, the more powerless he became, and the faster he would drown. Relaxing instead allowed him to move. Just like swimming, moving his limbs, heading in the direction he wanted to go.

  "What about others?" I asked him.

  "There was no one else, only myself. I tried to shout out loud, but I couldn't even hear my own voice. I wandered aimlessly, not knowing where I would go next, until the first time I turned upside down."

  "How is it upside down?"

  "It was upside down," Zha Wenbin gestured: "A bright light appeared around me, very dazzling, and at first I couldn't open my eyes. Later, I found that the light was golden, and a golden palace was less than 100 meters away from me. I saw someone walking on the steps of that palace, it was Fatzi." At this point, Zha Wenbin had already begun to choke: "I shouted at him, but he seemed not to hear, stopped and turned back to look at me for a moment. I waved my hand at him, shouting desperately, but only for a glance, as if he hadn't seen me, then he pushed open the door of that palace. I saw him disappear behind the door of the palace, and everything disappeared again."

  I headed in the direction of that great temple, I searched for a long time, but my surroundings returned to darkness once again until its appearance. He finally handed me the red ring in his hand, and as soon as I took it, a cold and refreshing breath entered my palm.

  It is slightly larger than a normal silver dollar, has an original shape, is reddish in color, hollow inside and very similar to a general jade ring. The only difference is that it is very heavy.

  "It's a good jade." I said.

  Zha Wenbin shook his head and said, "This is not jade. They have asked many people, those people are all experts, they say that there is no such jade material in the world. I think this was obtained by Pangzi, I think he saw me and then handed this thing over to my hands."

  "How did you get it?"

  "It just appeared in front of me." Cha Wenbin paused and said: "Out of thin air, I grabbed him, then I found myself back in that coffin again. When I opened the coffin again, there was only one person left, which was me."

  "Fortunately, Dragon blew up, otherwise we wouldn't have known how to get out, where's Ye Qiu?"

  Cha Wenbin shook his head: "I don't know where he went, at least I didn't see him there."

  Long Ye still chose to blow it up, but much later than he originally planned. Cha Wenbin crawled out from that pillar three days later, and Gu Lao and I had been waiting for them for three whole days.

  He was alone, and he too did not utter a word. We sat under that pillar, waiting silently until a loud rumble reached our ears and the earth began to shake...

  Fortunately, the explosion did not completely blow up this place, and our top was blown open with a hole, and the debris in the sky was like a rolling storm, and Zha Wenbin sat there motionless.

  It's better to say that people shouldn't die, good fortune and great luck. Both I and Old Gu went to pull Cha Wenbin away to avoid the falling rocks, but coincidentally, not a single rock hit the spot where he was sitting. Afterwards, the top of the mountain cracked open a gap, and we barely crawled out along the piles of rubble. A day later, that mountain collapsed again, forever disappearing underwater.

  I don't want to see him like this all day, so I deliberately changed the subject and said: "Xiao Bai and Gu Lao have returned to the United States. They said they will be back soon and need to take care of some things. Why don't we go out for a walk too?"

  I thought he would refuse, but instead he asked me: "Where are we going?"

  "I thought for a moment and suggested: 'First follow me to Guangzhou, there are still many things to deal with over there, then I'll take you to Hong Kong to have some fun, how about it?'"

  "You said so, you arrange it." "Then I'll go book the ticket."

  The weather in Guangzhou has warmed up after the Lunar New Year, and people on the streets have started wearing short-sleeved shirts. This is truly the south. There are construction sites everywhere, I went back to handle a few orders and sold all that could be sold, but Fatso was gone, so I didn't want to stay here anymore either. The remaining items were packed up and mailed back home. Over the years, I've made quite a bit of money in Guangzhou, and now I'm thinking of taking a break and traveling around.

  In the late 1980s, Hong Kong was already at the pinnacle of Asia, a prosperous city with colorful neon lights. Even someone like me who had seen the world before felt like a country bumpkin walking on the streets. I have a few old clients here and we can get together for a drink. Hong Kong people are not as petty as they seem, they just value efficiency and fairness. However, one of my acquaintances is a complete show-off.

  His name is Zhu Zihao, three years older than me. It's said that his grandfather was a lieutenant general during the Republic of China era and studied under Dai Li. He used to be the deputy director of the Military Intelligence Bureau in Fujian Province. After Chiang Kai-shek lost the war and retreated to Taiwan, he arranged for a group of intelligence elites to go to Hong Kong, waiting for an opportunity to rise again. Zhu Zihao's grandfather was among them.

  At that time, there were not a few Nationalist troops who retreated to the Fragrant River (Hong Kong), with tens of thousands of people. These people lived in the suburbs and made a living by doing odd jobs. Later, these people began to organize drug trafficking, prostitution, and gambling. At that time, Hong Kong was under British control, and they didn't dare to do anything about these defeated soldiers.

  These are all people who have been through military battles, with strong organizational and disciplinary skills, and their combat effectiveness is far beyond that of ordinary street thugs. Hong Kong is a place where triads are prevalent, also known as the underworld, and many gangs were formed at that time, mostly by these guys.

  Zhu Zihao's grandfather was the leader of a gang back then, but later gradually turned white and started doing business. By the time it got to his father's generation, the family was already very wealthy, but when it fell into his hands, he managed to lose almost everything in just five short years.

  The prodigal son is usually very generous, and this guy lives up to his name. I called him in advance, and he came to pick us up himself. He took me and Zha Wenbin to a villa on the mid-mountain, facing the sea, with flowers blooming all over the courtyard.

  This house looks very elegant, and the decoration is also very exquisite, a combination of Chinese and Western styles. All the furniture inside is made of purple sandalwood. This kid got into trouble after drinking too much in Shenzhen years ago, almost getting beaten to death, but I and Fatso stepped in to save him. So although he's older than me by several years, when he sees me, he still politely calls out "Young Master Xia".

  I leaned against the railing, looking at the vast blue sea below and sighed: "Zhū Shǎoye's life is really comfortable, no wonder he said he would never go back to the mainland again."

  Zhu Zihao poured us tea and said with a bitter face in the garden, "Don't say that, I had no choice but to move here."

  "Why don't you change your habit of boasting, this big villa is given to you to live in and you're still complaining, okay then, tomorrow you go to Shenzhen, stay in my pigeon cage, we'll swap places."

  "Ah, don't be fooled." He sighed and said: "Recently, I've been tight on cash, so I mortgaged all the other houses, leaving only this one. It's almost twenty years since I last came here. This house is uninhabitable, it's haunted..."