"So we can only do this, if we go to find someone with great fanfare, it will be dangerous if it is not Brother Jiu'er......"

The fat man continued, he has been intriguing in the mainland for almost ten years, and the black and white of the mainland are intertwined and complicated, which is not the same as Hong Kong.

"But this is not reliable, if we wander around a few more times, I am afraid that we will be targeted by the police." The sick ghost said with a frown.

"This is easy to do, first go to the wonton shop over there to eat a few bowls of food, the craftsmanship of that shop is really amazing! Every time I come to see my sister, I have to eat a few meals. ”

The fat man's stomach had already protested, but now his eyes lit up when he spoke of chaos, and he walked to a nearby shop in three steps and two steps.

Zhang Meng rolled her eyes and followed with the sick ghost.

"I said master, remember me? Old Hu! The fat man who often eats wontons on your side, hurry up and bring me five bowls of Chaos, the sooner the better. ”

The fat man shouted a few meters away from the chaos shop, for fear that the boss wouldn't hear it.

"Okay, you fat man are causing trouble again?"

The wonton owner said happily as he scooped a spoonful of Chaos into the pot and began to cook.

"Fat man, listen to the tone, why do you cause trouble wherever you go? How capable is that......"

Zhang Meng couldn't help but be a little speechless.

"Chaos is good, a few people eat slowly."

The efficiency of this shop is really fast enough, and not long after Zhang Meng sat down, the steaming wontons were served on the table. The waiter snorted softly, put down the five bowls of wontons and left.

"Fatty, why are you calling five bowls of ravioli?"

The sick ghost asked with some confusion.

"I have three bowls, and the two of you have one bowl each, isn't it just five bowls?" The fat man munched on the wonton and said vaguely.

"Zhu Bajie descends to ......"

Zhang Meng scolded, he had a feeling just now, he felt that the waiter was very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but when the other party turned around, it was a completely unfamiliar face.

Zhang Meng shook his head secretly, drove out the cranky thoughts in his heart, he picked up the chopsticks and ate the wontons, and now he was indeed a little hungry at this time.

"I said Ah Meng, why am I a little dizzy?" The fat man seemed to be drunk, and his tongue was spinning.

"Oh no, there's medicine in the bowl!"

The sick man slapped the table, and as soon as he reached out and was about to touch his pocket, as soon as he stood up, he fell to the ground.

Zhang Meng ate the least, but he only lasted for a while, and then he saw two hazy figures walking up to him, and then he was unconscious again.

Along the way, Zhang Meng only felt bumpy. It was as if he had been put in a sack and thrown around, and even the strong drugs he had just taken could not make him completely sleepy.

After the sack on his head was removed, he finally got a vague view of the smiling face of the man in front of him.

Zhang Meng rubbed his eyes a few times, looking at the person in front of him in disbelief, until he was sure that this was not an illusion, his eyes instantly became blurred, but this time his vision was blocked by tears.

"Third uncle, you really didn't die......

"Just kidding, is your third uncle so weak? What's the matter, now it's a curse for your third uncle. ”

Zhao San said angrily, his eyes were red. However, the urge to shed tears forcibly suppressed him, and he was such an old person, so he couldn't lose face in front of his juniors.

The sick ghost was also devoured by thunder, watching Zhang Meng happily hugging Zhao San, he just coughed lightly.

After a long time, the sick ghost went over and bumped his fist with Zhao San, and without even asking a word, he just found a place to sit down.

From the moment he saw Zhao San, he knew that this trip was definitely not dangerous.

"I said third uncle, why didn't you go back to Hong Kong this year, everyone thought you were dead......

Zhang Meng was a little annoyed. These three uncles don't have a deep or shallow, after all, in a year, they haven't even sent a message to the Zhang family, and almost everyone thinks he is dead.

"Alas, I've also heard about the Zhang family, but I can't help this old bone back, and at most I can help Brother Jun. However, there is something more important for me to do. ”

Zhao San's face suddenly became stern: "Ah Meng, has the ghost vein in your hand stopped growing recently?" ”

Zhang Meng was shocked: "Third uncle, how do you know?" ”

"I've been following Ye Jiu in the mainland to find this clue for the past year, and now I'm finally a little eyebrow-raised......"

Zhao San's words were like a bombshell, making Zhang Meng and the fat man stunned instantly.

Seeing the shocked looks of the two, Zhao San smiled bitterly: "I knew that you would show this expression, and there are some things that Ye Jiu should explain to you." ”

At the same time, the waiter at the wonton shop slowly grabbed his face and kneaded it, took off a thin human skin mask, and suddenly revealed a delicate face.

"Brother Jiu'er?"

Zhang Meng and the fat man shouted out almost in unison, Zhang Meng suddenly realized, no wonder he always felt that the back was a little familiar just now, it turned out to be really an acquaintance!

"I said, little lady, you're not kind. What can't we understand, just drugged us over, what is this? ”

The fat man exclaimed.

Ye Jiu still had the same indifferent expression as before, but it seemed that he hadn't had a haircut for a long time, and the ends of his forehead hung down to his eyes, covering half of his eyes, looking like that, very mysterious.

"After Grimace pretended to be Zhao San at that time, I had already sent someone to send Zhao San to a safe place. Because I need manpower, I haven't let him go for a year......"

Ye Jiu's voice was still so flat, but Zhang Meng felt that it seemed a little weird, and he couldn't say where this weirdness was.

"It's not over yet."

Ye Jiu sat there for a long time before he said such a sentence.

He suddenly rolled up his sleeve, revealing a piece of snow-white skin, and flipped his palm over.

"Ghost veins?"

Zhang Meng screamed in shock, and he jumped up all of a sudden, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

The fat man and the sick ghost also stood there dumbfounded, and they didn't come back for a long time.

This change is too big for them to accept at once.

How could Ye Jiu be contaminated with a ghost vein for no reason?

If it's because he went to Zhuge Liang's tomb, then why are the fat men and Brother Jun okay?

Zhang Meng didn't speak, he stared at Ye Jiu deadly, hoping that the other party would give an explanation.

"Shrine ......"

Ye Jiu raised his head slightly and said softly.

Zhang Meng seemed to have been struck by lightning, and the uncle's crazy laughter at that time reappeared in his mind: I understand, I understand!

He suddenly remembered that the fat man had told him that Ye Jiu had finally opened the demon shrine.

"Tell me quickly, what is hidden in that demon shrine, and what does my uncle understand?"

Zhang Meng asked anxiously, Ye Jiu's unhurried attitude really made him red-eyed.

"In the demon shrine, there is the most primitive ghost vein curse, and it is there that I was recruited. And it also burns a complete civilization, Wu culture, Jiuli tribe, Chiyou. ”

Ye Jiu said slowly, every word he said was earth-shattering, so that Zhang Meng could digest it for a while.

"Brother Jiu'er, don't play dumb riddles, just make it clear?"

The fat man also tickled Ye Jiu's heart, and couldn't help but interject.

"The key to the ghost vein is a virus, and this virus is handed down from the ancient Chiyou tribe, it can be said that Zhuge Liang's tomb is one of the last clues, but unfortunately it was later collapsed. This virus can be latent in the human body and be deadly from generation to generation, and none of your Zhang family's descendants can live past the age of twenty-three over the years, which is probably the reason. ”

"No way, I've done no less than 50 serological tests over the years, even dialysis, and if there was a virus, I'm afraid it would have been detected a long time ago......"

Zhang Meng couldn't help but say.

"Virus is just a name for it!" Ye Jiu said: "The composition of this kind of thing is actually a cursed Gu worm, a hundred times smaller than a gadfly, even under a microscope, it is difficult to find these bugs, let alone hemodialysis." ”

Zhang Meng wanted to say something, but he was given a look by the sick ghost and asked him not to interrupt Ye Jiu first.