The van stopped at the foot of the mountain, and the gas guggle got out of the car with the group, and came to a place where the group came to a broken arm at the bottom of the mountain, and stopped in front of a boulder. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There were already two people waiting in front of the boulder, and when they saw the gas guzzler, one of the young men nodded slightly to the tall and thin man, and said, "Mr. Python is here? Mr. Huang hasn't arrived yet, so we have to wait." ”

Mr. Python did not speak, and stood by by default and waited quietly.

The gas guzzler joined later, and he didn't know what kind of dumb riddles these people were playing, so he couldn't help but be a little puzzled, he quietly pulled a fat man standing next to him and asked, "Luo Fatty, what is the origin of the two people standing over there?"

That Luo Fat Man seemed to have a good relationship with the gas guzzler, and when he heard this, he hurriedly lowered his voice and said:

"The one standing over there is Fujiwara Aoura, who is said to be the organizer of our operation. ”

The gas guzzler frowned when he heard this: "Fujiwara Qingpu, this is an Oriental?"

The fat man asked nonchalantly: "What's wrong with the Orientals, we are tomb robbers, even if we dig up good things, we don't have to find a way to sell them, and there are not a few cases of reselling them abroad, so you are hypocritical at this time?"

When the gas guzzler heard this, he also felt that his idea just now was a little ridiculous, what about the Orientals, these people are living a life of licking blood on the knife, and they are all dead people's wealth, so they still pay attention to those, if they really have to have morality and conscience, where will they come to do this business?

"Who is Mr. Huang that the Oriental asked just now?" asked the gas guzzler.

"Don't you know?" Luo Fat Man glanced at the gas guzzler with some puzzlement, and explained, "I heard that this is a bit strange at the bottom, this Mr. Fujiwara has sent a group of people in before, but no one came out after those people went in, this Mr. Fujiwara was afraid of touching something dirty, so he invited Mr. Python and Mr. Huang over, I heard that this Mr. Python is a master of tomb robbers from the northern faction, and Mr. Huang is a feng shui master, both of whom have eaten dead people, even ghosts can't get on their bodies!"

Hearing this, the gas guzzler sneered, and said with some displeasure on his face: "What kind of ghost is there in this world, I think it's purely to scare myself." What kind of feng shui master can be a teacher, I think it's all fake Taoism, this Oriental named Fujiwara is really timid and afraid of things, even this kind of liar believes, they Oriental people are not even afraid of Sadako, but afraid of Huaxia zongzi? Since he brought us here, but he invited Mr. Python and Mr. Huang, obviously he doesn't trust us!"

Luo Fatzi was startled when he heard this, and eagerly pinched the arm of the gas guzzler, signaling him to speak quietly.

What else does the gas guzzler have to say, Fujiwara Qingpu's eyes have already swept over, with a smile on his face, but his eyes are as cold as ice, he fiddles with a knife in his hand, and says slowly:

"Mr. Huang is the only survivor of the last batch of hanging coffins, he didn't come, we can't go down rashly, we have to do what he tells us, and all actions are under command. This is the first time we have cooperated, and I hope you can cooperate with some, as long as it is successful, the reward is indispensable for everyone. ”

Luo Fatzi said with a smile: "Of course, Mr. Fujiwara's reputation has nothing to say, otherwise he wouldn't have paid us a deposit of 500,000 yuan first." You can rest assured that we will actively cooperate with the two gentlemen. ”

"Mr. Fujiwara, I don't know if Mr. Huang can come today, if he doesn't come, will we have to wait all the time? We people all count the money by the number of days, if we don't act today, and we will shoot tomorrow, Mr. Fujiwara will not have to pay an extra day's wages. ”

The gas guzzler can't get used to Luo Fatzi's flattering appearance, he is already extremely dissatisfied with today's mission, especially looking at the little white-faced Fujiwara Qingpu is very unpleasant, if he wasn't interested in the things in this thief hole, he would have stopped doing it.

"Don't worry, since I invite you to come, I have my plan, and I don't have to worry about money. Besides, my Fujiwara family has a big business, so I can't even afford to pay this money. ”

Fujiwara Qingpu's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he looked at the oil guzzler and asked lightly: "You are an oil rat, right? I heard that you are better than the underground rats in terms of stealing holes? I hope your name is not in vain." ”

Listening to Fujiwara Qingpu's words, there seemed to be a contempt for him, and anger suddenly rose in his heart: "Although Mr. Fujiwara can rest assured, I don't dare to take this porcelain job without this diamond, since I am here, I will naturally do my best to help." If you can't do it, I won't take a penny from your salary!"

Fujiwara Qingpu's eyes were still cold, staring at the blue light on the knife in his hand, and there was an imperceptible sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Luo Fatzi looked at the knife in his hand, his small eyes blinked, and he glanced at the fuel guzzler again, something flashed in his eyes, and the group was silent, and the wilderness became silent, only unknown insects were chirping.

"It's coming!"

I don't know how long I waited, but the originally silent Mr. Python suddenly highlighted two words gloomily, and there was a rare hint of excitement in his tone.

The gas guzzler looked around and didn't find anyone appearing, so he asked Luo Fatzi, "Where is it?"

Suddenly, he only felt that someone seemed to be blowing on the back of his neck, although he was not afraid of ghosts, but he found that everyone's eyes were looking strangely behind him, and the eyes of those people were like a female ghost sticking out her tongue and stretching out her hands to pinch his neck.

The gas guzzler was suddenly startled, and his body involuntarily jumped forward with force, and his body dodged quite flexibly.

Jumping a few steps away, he turned around, but was shocked to find that at some point, there was a person standing quietly in his original position.

In an instant, the fuel guzzler understood that this person was probably Mr. Huang who Fujiwara Qingpu was waiting for.

"Mr. Huang, when did you stand behind me?"

The gas guzzler wanted to be angry, but looking at this person's skills, he was afraid that it was not a simple character, so he endured it and asked without pain.

Mr. Huang's face was pale, as if he hadn't heard the question of the gas guzzler, and he didn't say a word.

He was about forty years old, his face was as if he had never seen the sun in his life, and he was wearing a set of black clothes that wrapped him tightly, just like the dress of Mr. Python.

The gas guzzler couldn't help muttering in his heart, who can see whose face at night and what it looks like? This Mr. Huang and Mr. Python are really strange, they are both dressed so tightly, could it be that these two people have any special hobbies? )