In the tumbling black water, there are also a lot of yellow particles mixed with fine river sand.

Pick up the sapper shovel to open the drain, and the pump to open the drain.

The sapper shovel came to him, and his fingers twisted a small particle to take a closer look, and his mouth showed a slight arc.

Sands!

Slowly waiting for the drainage, quietly squatting and smoking.

The abrasions and puffiness on his face have subsided, and several scars have scabbed. The dark arms are on the knees, and the black face under the sun hat is neither sad nor joyful, as if he is doing a simple, boring and single job.

Behind him is the gloomy old tomb, surrounded by dense jungle, doubly terrifying.

Horror is not filmed, what is afraid is loneliness.

This kind of loneliness, Jin Feng, has long been used to it.

According to Jin Feng's inference, Ono Saburo did not hide much gold, no more than twenty kilograms.

Twenty kilograms of gold would be trading at a price of only six million today. It's not as good as a tangled lotus on the Yongle hand cup in the bag.

It stands to reason that even the Jin family soldiers are reluctant to do these small jobs, and Jin Feng will not do it himself.

However, Jin Feng really won't let it go here.

Because this is something that the devil plundered in Shenzhou. But everything that is a devil, whether it is looted or not, as long as there is a chance, Jin Feng will take it back.

The black water has been bubbling, and the smell of rancid smell is getting stronger and stronger, if you meet those stupid Tufuzi and Erzi who can't wait to touch the treasure, they will have already been burned and rolled all over the ground by this black water.

Sewage that has accumulated for decades is caught with heavy metals, which are proper carcinogenic heavy weights.

After about twenty minutes, the black water slowly weakened, and the pumping machine made a shriveling sound, and the water level reached the bottom.

Descending to the pit full of golden particles and filth, there was the sound of metal clashing with a few shovel strokes.

After continuous shoveling, what catches my eye is a rusty steel pipe as thick as a ruler.

The steel pipes are cast iron and lead from the original gold smelter to the bottom of the mountain.

This was the pipe used by the refinery to drain production wastewater.

You don't even need to look at this kind of steel pipe to know that it is cast iron. Sewage pipes are sufficiently made of cast iron.

After digging into it a few times, another stream of black water flowed out.

The gloved hand ran through it, and immediately touched the place where it had just cracked. The black water that had been accumulated for many years just now came out of this breach.

The arm reaches in, and the hand is a hard commodity.

It's slightly soft and slippery to the touch.

Exploring with his hand a few times, he slowly pulled out something.

It's something wrapped in oiled paper, and the palm of the hand is spread out and just lay flat.

There was also black sludge on the oiled paper that made it difficult to see what was wrapping, but the sinking from the palm of his hand had already told Jin Feng the answer.

Raise your hand and throw the oiled paper bag into the dirt pit, bend down and continue to groping.

"Hey!"

Pieces of oil-paper bags were thrown into the dirt pit, but Jin Feng made a loud noise.

It seems to be a little more than expected.

I picked it for several minutes in a row, and it was empty. But Jin Feng didn't end it, he was lying on his side, his left arm stretched out to the maximum length, and slowly, he took out two more oil paper packets.

After changing the angle, his right arm was stretched in again, and his palm suddenly tightened.

"What is this?"

Carefully took out the oiled paper bag and made sure that there was nothing else left and right in the steel pipe.

I looked down at the oiled paper bag in my hand, and first tried it with a meteorite needle, and opened the oiled paper bag without hurrying, and suddenly showed a touch of disappointment.

"A pistol!"

Inside the oiled paper bag was a dirty pistol. The devil will have a pistol!

After the outbreak of the Pacific War, the devil's attacks were smooth sailing, and everywhere they went, they were invincible, and all the countries on the continent surrendered.

The high-ranking officers of the devil's army often attended some high-level occasions or diplomatic occasions of allies, and the pistols of the officers of the devil's army at that time were basically combat pistols that were not suitable for high-ranking officers, and were only suitable for low-level officers.

For example, the king eight boxes, ugly. Even when the Shenzhou army captured it, it was unwilling to use it for itself, so it was handed over to the military engineering team and militia behind the enemy.

When attending important ceremonial occasions, the senior officers of the Devil's Army are often embarrassed by the lack of suitable guns, which makes the generals of the Devil's Army very dissatisfied and strongly demand to be equipped with a ceremonial pistol that looks suitable for the senior officers.

As a result, the army immediately developed and equipped a variety of officer pistols, and the general's pistol was the first to come out, but it was still ugly.

The pistol made by devils in World War II is an ugly word. Even if the two-style shogun comes out, it's still ugly.

At this point, the Nazis blew them up.

This pistol is an eyeless garbage for Jin Feng, who is used to seeing too many famous guns at the level of marshal and head of the marshal.

However, the condition of the gun is still new, sealed in an oiled paper bag and hidden in a steel pipe for so many years, it is still fresh and shiny.

There were also bullets full of magazines in the oil-paper bag next to it.

It is expected that this gun has not been used since it was in Ono Saburo's hands.

Hesitated for a while and put the gun in his bag.

A total of 1,000 pistols were sold that year, and they were disgusted by the devil army. It didn't take long for the two-type shosa pistol and other standard ceremonial guns to be introduced, and the one-type shogun was also eliminated.

This gun is a little ugly, but there are very few of them. It's worth tens of thousands of dollars.

Devil's things, not a single one is lost.

When I came up to the ground, I opened the other oil-paper bags one by one, and I saw that there were lumps of gold nuggets in Jinhuanghuang.

Some are gold bars, some are gold lumps, some are gold particles, and there are two small natural gold nuggets. The total amount is not less than 30 kilograms.

If anyone else sees the gold here, they're sure to jump for excitement. Although the two small natural gold nuggets are not dog's head gold and horseshoe gold, one gold nugget is shaped like a golden bear.

It's a good thing to compare with a dog's head gold.

The purity of these gold is sufficient, all above 980, and the parcel is extremely well preserved, and it can be sold for money when it changes hands.

A small Gucci backpack was taken out of the bag and stacked the gold nuggets next to each other.

Jin Feng didn't care how many years Ono Saburo spent hiding the gold, nor did he care about the process of stealing the gold, these things were just the most ordinary goods in Jin Feng's eyes.

Like those workers who work in the field, pack up their belongings, check for any missing items, backfill the dirt and turn away.

When I got to the cemetery, I stopped in front of a tombstone.

The tomb may seem small, but there are still descendants. With the excellent feng shui here, the descendants of the tomb owner have gained a lot of shade.

Judging from the tomb atmosphere, the descendants of this family are still very wealthy.

"Smack!"

He picked up a pole and inserted a hole in the ground, twisted a few times to pull out the soil, took out the nail and pierced the middle finger and dripped blood, and then buried the bloody nail in the soil, and the tip of the nail was facing the grave.

After doing all this, Jin Feng only felt a distortion from the ground and a dizziness from his head.

With a muffled snort, he stiffened up. He spat heavily at the grave and strode away.

Destroying people's feng shui is extremely heavy, but Jin Feng doesn't care about this.

The backlash of the dragon didn't kill him, not to mention this little earth dragon of Daguan Mountain.

If this is the devil's Daguan Mountain, what if you abolish this little earth dragon?

After getting out of the dense forest, I changed my clothes in the car, and the dirty clothes were wrapped and thrown down directly by the river.

Next stop.

Shangri-La!

After passing the East Eye Mountain, the peach source has been vividly remembered. The scenery along the way is beautiful, and the biggest feeling for Jin Feng everywhere he goes is not that the essence of Shenzhou culture that was hyped up in the past few years is on the treasure island.

Not to mention that for lovers of ancient culture, Treasure Island is a holy place.

Jin Feng didn't feel it.

It was the humanity of the compatriots on the treasure island that touched Jin Feng the most.

Just arrived in Gaoxiong and couldn't catch a taxi, Lu's mother gave herself a raincoat and warmly greeted Jin Feng home as a guest.

As beautiful as water, the kindness and innocence of Alishan girl Tang Ke is the most beautiful scenery.

and the simplicity and stubbornness of the old man of the Song family, which made him reap a huge harvest.

There are also many places of disgust.

It's full of nondescript things left by devils, which I hate the most.

Entering Taoyuan, it is only one part away from Beishi. The MRT takes only half an hour to reach North City.

At this point, Jin Feng was not busy.

Du Xiaoyue's Danzi noodles are large enough, and the beef cubes are large enough. When I was picking up the car back, I accidentally saw a plaque and stopped.

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