Tang Ming opened his right eye.

The sky was clear, a few stars were blinking with cold eyes, and the cold wind was still blowing.

Looking up, you can see a huge spotted eagle soaring with its wings outstretched, staring at a pair of eyes the size of a millstone, as if it wants to devour everything in the world.

He was sitting on the edge of the guardrail, holding a gray cloth bag in his hand, and a pea-sized rectangular scripture pattern on his right wrist. His clothes were torn, and there were still scorched bullet holes on his chest, but his body under the rags was strong and powerful, and there was no visible scar, and the severed tendons were intact.

It's pretty certain that he's alive again.

This is the world.

This is the Eastern Capital.

This is the Eagle Atop of the Imperial Building.

He rolled over and jumped up, stretched his hands and feet, closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, remembering the scene that had just happened, opened his eyes again, shot a sharp light, took a solid step, and walked towards the secret door of King Kong.

The secret door protection system is still functioning normally, the door is closed, and the three points of light red, yellow and green on the top are flashing continuously. The red dot represents fingerprint authentication, the yellow dot represents the pupil authentication, and the green dot represents the face authentication.

Tang Ming touched his cheekless forehead, stretched out his right middle finger, hesitated for a few breaths, and entered a set of numbers on the door lock. After three breaths, there were three beeps and beeps, all the light points above the head were extinguished one by one, and the heavy King Kong door slowly slid open.

"Sure enough, it's Lorna~!" Tang Ming bared his teeth and swung his fist fiercely.

Although he still had certain doubts, and although he couldn't trust the words of the Demon Envoy 100%, reason told him that his suffering, and the disaster of Adams Manor, could not be separated from Rhona and the Huygens family.

He walked through the secret door, down the stairs, and ghostly down the Imperial Mansion along the route he had taken.

…

At the same time, deep in the ocean, the island of Hawaii.

In a garden-style villa, the lights are dim.

Out of the secret room came an old man, with a brown face, high cheekbones, and a gray tunic, the whole person was like a sharp blade, exuding a cold aura all over his body.

A man and a woman waiting in the reception room hurriedly got up and walked up to the old man.

"Professor Qiao, what is the result?" The golden-veiled woman asked first.

The brown-faced old man smiled a little and nodded: "Well, the skin, fingers, and eyeballs have all been replaced, as long as you survive the twelve-hour rejection period, you will be done." Don't worry, I won't delay Miss's big business. ”

A large picture of joy appeared in the masked woman's eyes: "Professor Qiao, with your words, Sasha is relieved." An extraordinary general meeting of shareholders is being held at the headquarters of the group, and the lady also attended. Don Adams, as the sole legal heir of the Imperial Group, has been elected as the new chairman, and as long as the shareholders' meeting votes to pass, he can officially take office. However, it was still necessary for Don Adams to show up in time for his inaugural speech. Therefore, Sasha had to bring him back to the main building within 24 hours to meet with the shareholders. ”

The brown-faced old man thought for a while, and nodded again: "The time should be in time, he will wake up in three hours, and I will consult him again at that time, if there is no obvious rejection, I can take him to leave by special plane, with me, there will be no difference." ”

"No, you can't go back with me. Miss asked me to tell you that when this is all right, you will rush to the East Asia Emperor Group immediately, and there are two things that you need to handle. The masked woman shook her hand.

"To the Emperor of East Asia?" The brown-faced old man frowned slightly, and his face darkened.

"Yes. The first thing is to collect the dried corpse on the top of the eagle, bring it back to the headquarters, and hand it over to the young lady in person. Second, preside over the selection of the new general manager of the East Asian Emperor, among the four candidates, there may be opponents, you must ensure that the superior is loyal to us. ”

The brown-faced old man glanced at the masked woman, and his face became even worse: "Why do you need my old guy to run errands for such a trivial matter, why just send someone to do it?" ”

The masked woman chuckled and explained, "Professor Qiao, don't be upset. The young lady said that both of these tasks are very important, and she will only be relieved if you go there. At the beginning, the guy escaped at the engagement ceremony, which made the young lady lose face, and in order to be ashamed, the young lady specially told Hull not to kill him on the spot, but deliberately left him to breathe, let him linger, drain the last drop of blood, and turn into a dry corpse in pain. ”

"Stupid~!" The brown-faced old man's eyelids twitched violently, and he looked back at the bald man standing beside him, "Hull, you rush back to the Eastern Capital immediately, and go to the top of the eagle to collect the corpse, hoping that there will be no moths." ”

"Yes!" The bald man replied blankly, turned around and hurried away.

"What? Are you worried about fraud? The masked woman asked, squinting.

"It's not enough to cheat, through DNA testing, the three things he brought back are all the body, there is no doubt about him. Hull's skill and eyesight are also unquestionable. I'm mainly worried that the guy is not dead, he will be robbed by the opponent, and once he is resurrected, it will be very big trouble. ”

The masked woman waved her hand: "You don't need to worry about this, as long as the new chairman takes the position, even if he is resurrected, it will not help." Well, in order to treat you, the young lady has decided to give you a big gift. According to the news from above, there is an old antique who is terminally ill and is about to report to the office. There is a treasure on this old antique, the power is not bad, you go to the Eastern Capital this time, find him out by the way, and then collect the treasure by the way. If you think it's good, you can use it for yourself, and if you think it's bad, you can also sell it to the lady. ”

"What kind of treasure is it?" The brown-faced old man's eyes lit up.

"I don't know, Miss only said that it was a pendant, and the holder should be from Africa." After speaking, the masked woman turned and walked out of the reception room.

…

The ghost market in the eastern capital is actually the antique and jade folk night market in the eastern capital.

It consists of a side street and a straight street, with the freight railway station to the west, the residential area to the north, and the Imperial Building to the southeast. Ten years ago, the ghost market was mainly concentrated in Xucheng, since the construction of the Emperor Building, the imperial jade jewelry shines, and the ghost market in Xucheng has also moved to the new district, and the business hours are from 11 p.m. to 5 a.m., and it will disperse at dawn.

There are good and bad here, there are treasures, and there are many pits.

The people who haunt here are also uneven, from the executives of the Emperor Group to the small merchants and hawkers, as long as they love antiques and jade, and boast of their eyesight, they can take advantage of the night to show their skills, and people who make a fortune by picking up leaks happen from time to time, of course, there are more unlucky eggs who are planted and bleeding and knock out their teeth and swallow them in their stomachs.

The stalls in the ghost market all have numbers.

The horizontal street starts with 2, the straight street starts with 1, and it is drawn in red letters on the side of the cement curb, five meters one. These stalls are subject to a placeholder fee, otherwise they will be cleared out of the market. The two largest two, one is No. 228, which is the stall at No. 28 Hengjie, and the stall owner Hu Cai, nicknamed "Lao Cai". The other is No. 188, which is the No. 88 stall on the entrance straight street, and the stall owner Di Baojun, also known as the "landlord".

Anyone who wants to enter the market to set up a stall must first report to the "landlord's old wealth" booth, pay the placeholder fee, and receive the license before it can officially open for business.

In the early hours of the morning, the lights of the ghost market dimmed and the mist gradually rose.

The figures rise and fall in the mist, the roadside is full of yellowed and blackened items, the stall owners wrapped in military coats keep stomping their feet, and the sound of coughing, exchanging, and bargaining constitutes the most typical night scene of the ghost market.

At the entrance of the ghost market, a man in ragged clothes walked quickly.

The man is of medium stature, with a straight waist and a steady step. He wears a beanie, large sunglasses, black gloves, a black scarf around his face, and a gray cloth bag around his neck. Under the mist, I stepped straight into the ghost market.