"Just kidding, if we go to his team, if we get hacked and, won't anyone know if we're dead?"

"The fat man hasn't married a daughter-in-law yet! No, you can't go to death! Unless this artifact is opened, the bronze mask will be half of a person! The fat man was startled when he heard it, and he dared to love that Ye Jiu was going to take everyone to jump into the fire pit.

But the thought of two million dollars makes the fat man's heart hot.

"You choose whether to go or not, Zhang Meng, you'd better go ......"

Ye Jiu glanced at Zhang Meng, and then got into the car to rest.

Zhang Meng and Zhao San looked at each other, he was also a little entangled in his heart, listening to Ye Jiu say this, this cooperation is undoubtedly with the tiger. That sawtooth can give up a net worth, and it will be ten years to stay in this place where birds don't, and Zhang Meng admires this courage alone.

When the time comes, they will go and intervene, and the old man will not agree to it anyway.

Just imagine, you have earned 10 million after ten years of hard work, and at this time, someone wants to get a piece of the pie, and no one agrees. And this sawtooth is still a "Texas Chainsaw Massacre", maybe it's really as the fat man said, when the time comes, quietly sawing the hacksaw blades into pieces for people, then it really shouldn't be called ineffective every day.

"Hehe, that's what the young master and I said at that time, but he must call you. I'm wondering, maybe this place is important to you, right? ”

Hua Rong smiled, glanced at Zhang Meng meaningfully, and also got into the car.

"Ah Meng, go! This time, there is a great possibility to directly find the source of the ghost vein, and it depends on whether it is life or death. In the past year, Ye Jiu and I have been running around everywhere and know that it is simply difficult to investigate the clues of the ghost vein out of thin air, and we have only scratched the surface of the work after a year. If you miss this time, I'm afraid it will be too late to go when the ghost pulse attacks in the future! ”

Zhao San hesitated for a moment and said seriously.

The sick ghost also nodded slightly, in his heart, after the little matchmaker died, Zhang Meng's safety came first.

"Well, I also think that if I miss these two million dollars, the fat man will not be able to sleep well for the rest of his life!"

The fat man echoed.

"Alas, third uncle! Don't let me be in charge at this time, this is not a child's house, if I affect you because of me, I will die of guilt. ”

Zhang Meng's face was full of bitterness, he didn't want to unravel the ghost veins on his body. However, after Fu Bo, Gao Wenbin, Uncle Cripple, and Uncle sacrificed one after another, he was now very scared, for fear of losing anyone again.

So many people died because they saved themselves, and when I think of these, Zhang Meng feels that he is a sinner.

"Ah Meng, you're not right to say that!"

The sick man shook his head and said.

"First of all, this matter is not your business alone, it is the business of the entire Zhang family. If your ghost vein is not unlocked, the descendants of the Zhang family will also be innocent one by one, how many lives have been taken before, have you forgotten these? ”

"Your uncle and your uncles, what did they die for? Have you forgotten all this? If you give up halfway at this time, it is the greatest disrespect for them, even if they die, they will not live in peace underground. When you go to the memorial monument of the Zhang family one day and tell those sacrifices that their wishes have been fulfilled, they will be completely blinded! ”

The sick ghost shouted loudly, Zhang Meng's body shook violently, his eyes were a little hot, and he didn't know what to say.

"Haha old ghost, it's rare to see you so sensational! And I, Zhao San, also want to see what this secret is, and how it can involve the red great man of the year, as well as so many forces at home and abroad. If you don't know it, there is a shock in this life! ”

Zhao San said with a smile, and the last sentence also pinched out the Beijing accent.

He and the sick man laughed and walked into the Hummer.

"Two million, or dollars, if you don't go, go back by yourself, we'll get rich."

The fat man smirked and walked after their butts.

Zhang Meng's heart was warm, he knew that whether it was Zhao San or the sick ghost, they said these words undoubtedly to make their hearts feel less guilty, as for the fat man, it was another matter......

He glanced at the Humvee with some confusion, and the next moment his eyes had become extremely determined:

No matter how many relatives support me behind me, no matter what your secret is, I don't believe that I can't break your curse!

"Drive!"

Zhang Meng got into the car and roared very arrogantly.

"It's a good go!"

Hua Rong launched the Humvee and answered in passing.

After driving for about half an hour, the car finally arrived at the so-called 'bazaar'.

To Zhang Meng's surprise, they weren't the only ones who drove over.

In the clearing, he saw at least four cars. Moreover, the group of people gathered around, although they were dressed in rustic clothes and dressed in tattered clothes like peasants, they were all fierce, and they were obviously the head snakes in this area.

"These people are not simple, Ah Meng, if someone comes to tempt them later, light up the tricks and make them more eye-catching." Zhao San squinted and said.

Zhao San came out to work hard in his early years, and his vision was even more terrifying. Not to mention the people around those cars, the idlers who were walking around the market alone exuded a bloody smell from their bones. To say that they are good people under the banner of the party, they have never killed anyone and set fires, they are all farts.

Zhao San quietly assembled a shotgun in the Humvee.

Shotguns are known as 'trolls' on the black market, and as soon as they are brought out, people with bright eyes know that they shouldn't be hit.

Zhang Meng let out a 'hmm'.

Although there are many people, their voices are not messy, and most of them use gestures to complete transactions without understanding the language, a bit like the underground ghost market opened by the Zhang family in the mainland.

Someone looked at them unscrupulously not far away, which made Zhang Meng a little nervous.

"What do you see, believe it or not, Lao Tzu collapsed you?"

The fat man looked angry, he pulled out the troll that Zhao San had just assembled from the car, and stared at the guy viciously.

Anyway, there are no rules in this place itself, and the more cowardly you appear, the more people will want to pay attention to you.

The man's face changed, and he didn't dare to say anything more when he looked at the swarthy mouth, so he hurried away as soon as he lowered his head, not daring to test again.

"Phew, dog-like stuff!"

The fat man scolded and spat on the ground.

"Don't make trouble, fat man." The sick ghost frowned and said.

"It's okay, this place is more than strength, if you have the strength, no matter how arrogant you are, others will not come to touch you. But if you don't have the strength, even if you have to grovel no matter how much you look like, you still can't hide from ......"

Hua Rong said with a smile, he has lived in this place since he was a child, and he naturally knows the rules here better than others.

"Brother Jiu'er, when will the chief of the Miao tribe come?" Zhang Meng asked.

"I don't know, he won't miss this market anyway, we just wait here with peace of mind."

Ye Jiu shook his head, held it for a long time, and finally burst out with a sentence.