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Everyone almost died, and the shopkeeper lost a hand, and he was very emotional. In order to escape, the burial goods in the tomb were all discarded, leaving only the gold clothes and jade knives that we had obtained before, the size was no larger than the palm of the hand, in general, there was no gain, for us, there was only one test.

The shopkeeper saw that we were real people, and he just wanted to make a few dollars to live, which was also human nature, so he didn't do anything unfavorable to us at night, and gave us a few dollars casually, and our dream of getting rich was shattered at night.

Since then, the shopkeeper only collects black goods, and no longer goes to the grave to make money. Our lives seem to be peaceful, but the turmoil in the black market has never stopped.

After reading a book, but I can't even get a stable life, I really don't know what we will be like when the future comes. Huang Wei didn't say anything, and he was quiet, everyone knows that without great ability, it is difficult to get ahead. Then I rode a bicycle every day, sharpened my knives everywhere, cheated if I could, and stole if I could, that is, I was hungry.

Although the days are hard, they are quite comfortable, not scared, not thrilling. But who will accept the ordinary? Willing to be ordinary? It didn't take long for Huang Wei to ask me to be a bridge builder.

In the black market, the so-called bridging people are helping others to bring illegal items to the agreed location, such as drugs, cultural relics, etc. The bosses in the black market generally do not come out to carry these things in person, but invite laymen to enter, and even if they are caught by the police, they will only lose some goods. The police didn't help the bridge builder either, because the bridge builder didn't know the details of the boss at all.

Because it was illegal, I didn't agree to go with Huang Wei. Huang Wei didn't force me, but just said: Everyone has ambitions. I was not moved by him at night, I just wanted to live a less frightened life, and live in danger every day.

Huang Wei didn't listen to my persuasion and went by himself. Due to the spread of books, the trend of tomb robbery has arisen in the black market, and there is such a saying in the black market: Those who get books will steal all the tombs of gods in the world. I don't know how long this book has been kept by Master Yang, it was unintentionally stolen by Huang Wei, maybe it was a coincidence, maybe it was the destiny of heaven, how many people scrambled for it, and finally it fell into our hands.

It's a pity that it's useless for us, thinking of the shopkeeper's wasted hand, I will be a little frightened when I see this book, if I don't believe in this book too much, how can the shopkeeper suffer this big loss, maybe the book is a bad omen, unlucky. I don't know who broke the news of the book, the black market rioted, and the shopkeeper left Myanmar with him, and there was no news. Many people think that the shopkeeper ran away with the books, and some people know that our shopkeeper went to the tomb robbery, but fortunately, we were shallow when we entered the market, and many people still don't know our true faces.

Huang Wei originally planned to be a bridge builder, but the wind was too tight, and he didn't dare to go, it seemed calm during the day, but there were corpses on the street at night, since it was for life and life, then there was no need to take risks, Huang Wei finally understood this truth.

It's a pity that God didn't help the two of us, I wanted to live a peaceful life, but it caused a bloody disaster, Brother Xing betrayed the shopkeeper, and it also broke out that Huang Wei and I faked the news that the shopkeeper escaped with a book, and then found me and Huang Wei to ask for the original book.

There was no equipment on his body, and in addition to his ragged clothes, there was a torn book. I suddenly remembered the little wooden man stolen from the tomb, maybe it would give me the desire to live. I looked at the lifelike wooden figures and felt the life. I sighed in my heart: how difficult it is to be born, since God gave me birth, why should I not try to survive.

"It's so fragrant, what's that thing you're taking?" Huang Wei snatched it with his hand, leaned into his nose and sniffed it a little. As soon as Huang Wei said this, I just developed, I put it on the pillow before, every time I slept I felt a whole fragrance, and the next day I was in good spirits.

"This should be wood with a head." Huang Wei guessed.

Although neither of us knew what kind of tree it was carved in, we both felt that its origin was no less than that of gold, silver and jade.

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