"Get up!" Zhao Gongming saw that Jiang Huanghuang had been kneeling on the ground, so he said casually, of course, he didn't feel unbearable, but he thought this guy was an eyesore.

"Master Xie!" Jiang Huanghuang blossomed with joy and immediately stood up from the ground.

"In this way, what should be said has been said, and I should almost leave, this is for you, just take it as compensation for your few rings, and when I'm done, I'll take you away!" Zhao Gongming said, took out something from his arms, and handed it to Jiang Huanghuang.

Jiang Huanghuang couldn't wait to take the thing from Zhao Gongming's hand, and at first glance, it was a small bell with a red rope strung on it.

"This, what is this?" Jiang Huanghuang asked suspiciously.

"Good thing!" Zhao Gongming replied nonchalantly, yawning as he spoke.

"Well, what Master gave must be something good!" Jiang Huanghuang said with a grin.

"If the sycophants are filmed, the scenery will be bad!" Zhao Gongming's face suddenly changed, and he said this sharply. It is said that he doesn't hit a smiling person when he reaches out, but that's not what he says in Zhao Gongming's dictionary. Because he has the impression that Master is not like this.

"Got it. Jiang Huanghuang lowered his head, confused and didn't dare to look at Zhao Gongming's face.

"Okay, I'm leaving!" Zhao Gongming said in a deep voice, and when Jiang Huanghuang raised his head again, Zhao Gongming and the ghost-faced man were no longer in the house.

Jiang Huanghuang chased out the door and didn't see any figure. He returned to the house, closed the door, and played with the bell that Zhao Gongming had given him.

"What kind of treasure is it?summoning heavenly soldiers and generals?" Jiang Huanghuang thought softly, and then seemed to think that he was too exaggerated, and scratched his head embarrassedly.

This night, Jiang Huanghuang just lay on the bed and kept playing with the bell, feeling extremely comfortable, but he didn't know that there was a situation called happiness and sadness.

In the dark night, at the entrance of Jiangjia Village, Zhao Gongming suddenly stopped and glanced at Jiangjia Village, which was shrouded in darkness.

"When my apprentice has no way out, only those who have no way out can get out of their own way!" Zhao Gongming said softly, as if talking to himself, but the ghost-faced man behind him had quietly left, and Zhao Gongming yawned again.

"That kid is almost up the mountain, right?" Zhao Gongming glanced at the sky, dark clouds gathered from all sides, obscuring the moonlight, and then drifted towards the southwest at an extremely fast speed.

"Let's go!" Zhao Gongming said in a deep voice, and two ghost-faced people appeared out of nowhere behind him.

A group of three people slowly left with strange steps, heading towards the legendary Immortal Mountain.

Zhao Gongming walked very slowly, but it was just right to arrive at the Immortal Mountain one step ahead of Luo Wencheng, and then sat cross-legged on the big rock at the top of the mountain, and the two ghost-faced people consciously hid in the nearby woods.

Luo Wencheng came, full of anger, groping along the way, but still stumbled to the top of the mountain. Panting and resting against the big rock.

"It's coming!" Zhao Gongming said in the dark.

"Who!" Luo Wencheng was startled, jumped up violently, clenched his fists, and looked around.

"Don't look for it, it's here!" Luo Wencheng raised his head when he heard the voice, and Zhao Gongming happened to jump down from the big stone and landed firmly in front of Luo Wencheng.

"You like to be scary like this?" Luo Wencheng recognized Zhao Gongming by the moonlight, so he said angrily.

"Doesn't this look a little superior!" Zhao Gongming said jokingly.

Luo Wencheng ignored it, took out a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, and smoked it to himself.

"See the painting?" Zhao Gongming asked softly.

"Hmm. ”

"Didn't get it?" Zhao Gongming continued to ask.

"Hmm!" Luo Wencheng still only replied with one word, but this one was obviously a little unwilling.

"This is the right time and place and people are not in harmony. Zhao Gongming said slowly.

"Don't talk to me, if you have something to say, is there more than one painting?"

"Hmm, how do you know?" Zhao Gongming asked in surprise, he didn't remember that he had ever sued Luo Wencheng about this.

"Don't worry about it, just tell me what the hell this painting is about. Luo Wencheng took a hard puff of cigarette and said.

"Okay, there are twenty-four paintings in total, and if you collect all twenty-four paintings, you can find that treasure, a treasure beyond your imagination!" Zhao Gongming deliberately accentuated his tone when he said the last sentence.

Luo Wencheng didn't speak, and waited quietly for the following.

These words have been handed down for thousands of years, kept by twenty-four people, and now they are scattered all over the place, and there have been countless people who have been eager to find them, but to this day, it is still a mystery. Originally, I didn't have much interest in it, but someone piqued my interest, as long as you listen to me, I guarantee that you will be the one who has the last laugh. Zhao Gongming said with great confidence.

"Thousands of years?" Luo Wencheng seemed to feel a little incredulous, paused for a moment and continued: "Listen to you, do you think I will believe you, a charlatan, and be your first gun?"

"The road is under your own feet, whether you can walk or not is your own business. Zhao Gongming said indifferently.

Luo Wencheng lowered his head and was silent, and after a long time, he raised his head again and said, "Are you sure you didn't bluff me?"

"Do I need to?"

"Okay, then I'll believe you for the time being, if I find out that you are using me, I will definitely not let you go!" Luo Wencheng said fiercely, Zhao Gongming did not answer.

"I still have something to do, go first, you go to Jiangjia Village at dawn and bring Jiang Huanghuang with you, that kid wants you!" The two stood side by side, each thinking about different things, Zhao Gongming finally broke the silence and said, and then made a gesture to leave.

"Where am I going to find you?" Luo Wencheng asked.

"Jiangxi, I'll come to you when I arrive!" Zhao Gongming said, leaving slowly.

Luo Wencheng looked at Zhao Gongming's slowly departing back, and his brain was inexplicably blank.

Zhao Gongming just told Luo Wencheng a story roughly, but led Luo Wencheng onto a road destined to be no return.

In Jiangjia Village, Jiang Huanghuang woke up under the rising sun, he felt his stomach turn upside down, so he walked out of the room and wanted to find something to eat in the kitchen. But when I got to the kitchen, I didn't find anything.

He calculated the time, and estimated that his father should have gone to work in the field by this time, so he came to the door of his parents' room and called out to his mother a few times.

No one answered him, he pushed open the door and walked in. What he saw in front of him made him completely stunned. He saw his mother lying on the bed, his father lying on the ground, and the house was covered in blood.

"Dad, Mom......" Jiang Huanghuang rushed forward, when he touched his father's cold body, his face turned pale, and he got up and walked to the side of the bed, just as cold.

"It's a dream, it's a dream......," he staggered out of the room, into the courtyard, and fell to the ground, as if he had lost his soul.

"Brilliant?" Luo Wencheng happened to walk in from outside the door, and when he saw Jiang Huanghuang in such a situation, he immediately stepped forward quickly to help Jiang Huanghuang up.

"Big brother!" Jiang Huanghuang immediately cried when he saw Luo Wencheng.

Luo Wencheng didn't know why, but he felt inexplicably sad.

The same people who have no way out, but they have embarked on the same road of no return.