Among the two who came, one of them was chubby and wore a pair of glasses. The face that used to smile all the time had turned gloomy. If it wasn't Old Wang, then who was it?

  Chao Zi had been following the leader of this archaeological team, Wang, since he was a kid. He knew him all too well and wouldn't mistake him for anyone else. But wasn't he supposed to be in a coma? Chao Zi suddenly found himself lost in thought.

  "Old Wang, is that you?" Chaozi shouted at the approaching person.

  That man still walked slowly to the bottom of the red giant stone, looking at He Yichao with a puzzled face and said: "Chaozi, there are some things that I can't explain to you, and this is not a place for explanation. If possible, take Zhuo Xiong brothers down the mountain immediately, and let him not stay in Sichuan anymore, go back to Hangzhou with you! As for Xiao Yiran, she will wake up naturally three hours later, you can rest assured, there is someone watching her now, you all leave!"

  He Yichao couldn't believe that this person was really Old Wang, but his appearance, his voice, and even his attire were all unmistakably those of Old Wang. This was one thing he would never misrecognize. Chaozi had too many questions in his mind, and didn't know where to start asking, so he could only pick the most important thing to say: "Wenbin is gone, he may have already..."

  Chaozi said this when Old Wang's face twitched slightly, but immediately returned to calm: "Cha brother is someone I admire, but maybe this is his fate. Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, the old friend has gone. You two should head down the mountain first and return to Hangzhou. Tell your father that I'm no longer here and let him take care of himself."

  He Yi Chao would never have thought that the familiar person in front of him would have such a calm expression after hearing the news of Cha Wenbin's death. Even if he was impulsive, his keen sense of smell as a scout still existed. Why did Old Wang hurry them to leave? There must be something wrong with this.

  "I called out to Uncle Wang, I know you must have your own difficulties in doing so. At present, the younger generation doesn't want to dig into the details at this gathering either. However, we need to open this coffin and take a look first." After that, Chaozi and Zhuo Xiong pretended to move the coffin lid.

  A gunshot rang out, and Old Wang shouted loudly: "Don't move that thing!", Chaozi turned around to look, and Old Wang already had a Type 54 pistol in his hand, with wisps of smoke still rising from the barrel. This was clearly a warning shot! Chaozi looked at this sudden scene in disbelief, would Old Wang really fire a warning shot at himself? Was this still the uncle who rode a bicycle to buy sugar gourds with him all over town? Was this still the Old Wang who drank and chatted with his father all night? Was this still the leader who took care of him on archaeological sites? Old Wang actually knew how to use a gun!

  Chaozi snorted and said lightly, "Guns? You think you two can intimidate me and him just because you have guns? In terms of archaeology, I may not be as good as you, but when it comes to playing with guns, even if you had one more gun in your hands, I guarantee that the last ones to fall will still be you!" This wasn't just a boastful remark from him; with just one Type 54 pistol, he and Zhuo Xiong were absolutely confident they could take each other down. In this dark place, guns weren't necessarily the most useful thing.

  "You're meddling in this, it doesn't matter if you die, there's still a girl upstairs, think carefully about your own interests!" The black-clad man who had not moved finally spoke up, his tone carrying a distinct Sichuan accent, the white flowers on his face indicating that he was no longer young, but those sharp eyes were very powerful.

  Killing intent! Chaozi could feel it from that person's body even at such a distance. "Old Wang, do you know who that girl is? She's Leng Suo's daughter, the one you've been holding in your arms since she was little, Leng Yiran! I don't know what's wrong with you, but I really didn't expect you to use her as a threat. Are you still the same Old Wang?"

  "Chaozi, I've told you before, don't get hung up on right and wrong. Now just take the Zhuo Xiong brothers down the mountain, everything else has nothing to do with you." Old Wang said.

  "What does this have to do with me? If all of this is really your doing, then you are the murderer who killed Wenbin! What did he ever do to wrong you?" Chaozi asked righteously and forcefully, causing Old Wang's face to twitch again.

  Old Wang waved his hand and said: "Don't say any more, even if I owe Brother Cha an apology, it's also inevitable. I..."

  Chao Zi is the kind of person who doesn't forgive easily, and today he has every reason to be angry. Before Old Wang can continue, Chao Zi immediately shouts: "What are you talking about? What do you mean by 'having no choice'? Are you waiting for him to die before you come out and say these things? Why didn't you do something earlier? He's just a Taoist priest who only got to know you because he helped you. Now, you're turning around and forcing him to die in this broken mountain without any explanation. What kind of heart do you have? And yet you still call him 'brother' - what qualifications do you have to call him that?"

  "Super child!" Old Wang roared! "I'm telling you two ignorant kids, if you don't leave now, I'll make you look good! Look up at the sky yourself!"

  Chaozi and Zhuoxiong looked up and saw that Leng Yiran was being held by someone, hanging upside down in the crevice with his head facing downwards!

  "Lao Wang, you dare!" Chaozi was furious, thoroughly furious. He couldn't believe that Lao Wang would actually use her as a hostage.

  "Holding onto people is easy to get sour, if that friend on top isn't careful for a moment, don't blame us then." The white-bearded man beside him said coldly.

  Falling from there would be certain death. Chaozi reluctantly looked at the jade coffin, although he didn't know what was inside or what Old Wang's purpose was, but this was indeed the only hope of finding Cha Wenbin for now. He didn't want to give up, but even more couldn't gamble on whether Old Wang would kill Leng Yiran, at least from what he could see now, Old Wang really wasn't the same as before.

  "Alright, let's go, blind man, take Wenbin's things, we'll leave first!" Chaozi compromised, he was afraid that the person would really lose his temper, and this consequence was something they couldn't afford to bear right now.

  Two men holding Zha Wenbin's things jumped off the red giant stone one after another, and when they brushed past Old Wang's side, Old Wang deliberately avoided Chaozi's line of sight, even turning his back on him along with the white-haired old man, as if intentionally hiding. Chaozi's eyes only had hatred in them. When the two men walked under the rope, the white-haired old man spoke again: "Hold on, there are two things to explain: First, Zhuo Xiong, after you go down the mountain, return home to Zepingpu and look for a letter in your room's drawer. After reading it, you will understand. Second, if you encounter a group of strangers in this mountain, be careful to avoid them and don't provoke conflict. They are a group of well-equipped Japanese people, and they aren't as easy-going as us. That's all I have to say, now go!"

  Zhuo Xiongzheng wanted to answer, but was pulled over by Chaozi and could only give up. The two climbed up the rope one after another and returned to the top of the crevice. Sure enough, there was another black-clad man above, who had a face full of scars and looked very ferocious.

  Chaozi looked at Leng Yiran lying on the ground beside him and coldly said: "Get out!"

  The burly man was obviously enraged by the young whippersnapper's impertinence, and bellowed with a mouthful of yellow teeth: "You little scamp, dare to repeat that!"

  "Get out!" Chaozi squeezed out these words from between his teeth.

  Seeing the young master, he immediately cursed and had a bad temper. He raised his iron-like fist and punched at He Yichao. Chao didn't dodge, waiting for the punch to reach his face before slightly moving his body to the side, letting the punch brush past his cheek. Suddenly, Chao turned around, grabbed the meat-faced man's arm, pulled him forward, then pulled him backward in a smooth motion, using four ounces of force to move a thousand pounds! The meat-faced man lost his balance and stumbled, unable to stand steady. Chao kicked out with his right foot, fiercely kicking the man's buttocks, making a loud "slapping" sound as the meat-faced man fell into a dog-eating-shit posture.

  "Come on, blind man, let's go!" Chaozi picked up the cold and unfeeling Di from the ground, no longer looking at that thick-skinned face. He took the lead and walked forward, with Zhuo Xiong carrying the remaining things closely behind him, disappearing into a thicket of trees.

  The man with a round face rubbed his own buttocks, half revealing a smile, and muttered to himself: "They're really two interesting little devils."

  "They will hate us, won't they?" said Old Wang from the valley, looking at his white beard.

  "Resentment? You think if we don't make a move, they won't run into that coward Wang Yue? Three top-notch fighters plus seven guns, what are the chances of them getting out with that thing?"

  Old Wang looked at the bloodstains on the stairs, his heart aching with grief, and tears welled up in his eyes as he said: "It's just that innocent Cha Wenbin was harmed, brother, it's not that I wronged you, I didn't expect you to die like this. If it weren't for you, I think no one would have been able to set foot on Mount Qiufeng. Alas, heaven is jealous of talented people!"

  Hua Bai stroked his beard and patted Zhang's shoulder, saying: "Zhang Wenbin seems to be a man of great importance. Many people have died for this thing already. Let's not say any more. Open the coffin! Only by finding the key can we open that revolving door. If I'm guessing correctly, it's probably inside this jade coffin. Zhang Wenbin has done enough for us; from now on, we can only rely on ourselves."

  "Let's get started!"

  Two men stood at the front and back of the jade coffin, slowly lifting the lid, a strange fragrance immediately wafted out, refreshing the heart...

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