"Do me a favor."

I smiled and tugged at her sleeve and pulled her back.

Before she could ask, I didn't shy away from tearing off her white collar, but my eyes didn't focus on her immature breasts.

Instead, he used his open white collar to resist the oncoming air current, and silently lit the cigarette on his mouth.

"You... You.... ”

She looked up at me dumbfounded, her petite body trembling with anger.

I was silent for a while, I really couldn't explain what I had just done, and I couldn't say that I had always treated her as a brother.

Just as I wanted to put the lighter in my hand in my pocket, I accidentally found the tear stains on her face, and the slightly red and swollen palm prints.

Then he clamped her wrist with his hand, smiled mysteriously at her, turned around and kicked open the door of the dean's office very domineeringly.

"You... What are you doing. ”

"Smack."

I kicked the door open with a vicious kick, and a loud noise could be heard throughout the floor.

The middle-aged fat man, who was sitting at his desk looking through the files, was obviously taken aback by my actions, and he forced a calm push of the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and scolded angrily.

"Bastard, who let you, the patient, burst into my office without knocking."

I smiled and ignored his words, and then forcibly dragged the "little devil" behind me into the house.

One foot picked at his desk fiercely, and the four eyes were facing each other like two invisible aura, putting pressure on each other.

He hurriedly stood up as if he wanted to go out and call someone, but in the end I glared back with a vicious look and sat back in his chair in fright.

"You... I'm the dean, are you crazy this patient? ”

I sneered and thought to myself.

"How do you know that Lao Tzu is crazy, the person who is being treated in your broken yard is not a mental patient, can he still be a normal person?"

But I didn't say these words recklessly, that would only reduce my own coercion.

He watched me remain silent, and the soybean-sized drops of sweat on his forehead kept dripping on the table, gradually wetting the file folder on it.

I still had an eerie smile on my face, and the rest of my eyes were fixed on the small movements of his hands, just in case.

"Who the hell are you? What do you want. ”

He subconsciously wiped the sweat on his face with paper, and didn't even dare to raise his head to look at me.

I gradually felt that the time was ripe, and then sneered.

"The reason why you left me here for no reason is because you want me to help you dig the ancient tomb of the Yuan Dynasty underneath."

Listening to my words, he suddenly trembled, and the sweat on his face condensed even more, and this time I could tell that his heart was panicked to the extreme.

"You..., good, good."

"I... I'll admit it, but can you please not always talk to me in this tone and gaze, I... I have a heart condition and can't stand the fright. ”

His tone suddenly revealed pleading, and his instinct told me that what he said was true.

I rubbed my aching neck with my hand, and then lowered my left foot, which was stepping on the desk, little by little.

This time, even the air in the room seemed to change subtly, and I sat on the desk across from him, with a stunned "little devil" standing behind me.

"Xiaoyue, you go out first."

"Mr. Gan and I have something to say, remember to guard the door and don't let anyone else come in and disturb us."

He sat at his desk, wiping the sweat from his face with a tissue in his hand.

Without hesitation, I took out one of the cigarettes on his desk and put it to my mouth and lit it silently.

"Xiao Yue..., I'm talking to you, didn't you hear?"

He suddenly yelled at the little devil behind me, and it seemed that he hadn't reprimanded others like this once or twice.

"No, no, no, she's standing next to me, and I'm at ease."

I smiled and spoke, then sat down in my chair and looked up at the little devil behind me, only to see that she was blushing with her head down.

I don't know what is going on in my mind at this young age.

"Okay..., Mr. Gan."

"Let's not talk about it, I know that you are Wu Wenju's personal disciple and his godson, and you must have been leaner and more refined in the so-called inverted fighting technique."

"Under this hospital building, there is indeed a tomb of a general of the Yuan Dynasty that no one dared to touch for thousands of years."

You may not be familiar with this general, but if I were to mention another person to you, I am sure no one in your country would know about it."

He said a lot of words in a row, and seemed to be a little thirsty, and he drank all the water in the cup at random, but his eyes bloomed with essence, as if he had already made up his mind.

I was a little impatient as I listened to him go around left and right, but I was already halfway guessing in my mind.

"This fat man must think that I am also doing the same business as Wu Laogou, and I am the "leg" who often lives and dies in and out of the tomb.

In fact, tomb robbing seems simple, but in fact, it has many small branches and obscure names.

The most commonly used names are "legs", "palm eyes", and "branch pot", which sound very strange and strange.

The role behind each name is also very different, and the entire team of tomb robbers is collectively referred to as "One Pot".

Among them, the so-called "branch pot" is the core person of the whole team, and he has both financial and technical resources and is also responsible for finding buyers.

And Wu Laogou, who was in the limelight at the beginning, seems to be an all-rounder who goes into the rivers and lakes alone, he is extremely scheming, and he never chooses to be accompanied by others.

That's why it has such a big name in the tomb robbery world.

It's just that in his later years, when his body was a little weak, he accepted two apprentices, but in the end, he also died in the ancient tomb of the Yuan Dynasty.

Thinking of this, I can't help but think of that stiff back.

He once told me that the reason why he became like this was because he didn't listen to people's persuasion at the beginning, ran into the tomb of the vicious general of the Yuan Dynasty, and was crushed alive by the "thousand catties of stones" that came down to the top and broke his spine.

I couldn't help but feel a little chill in my heart when I thought of this, but the next second I instantly understood the intention of the middle-aged fat man in front of me.

He must have thought that I had obtained the true biography of Wu Laogou, but he didn't know that my relationship with Wu Laogou was very delicate.

Although he called him a godfather a few times in the strange and terrifying underground cave more than ten years ago, he also seemed to want to teach me the skills of inverted fighting.

But at that time, I was "like iron", and I didn't think that it would be the greatest mercy to hand him over to justice as a tomb robber, so how could I think of learning from his set of things.

Thinking of this, I can't help but smile at the corner of my mouth, and now it seems to have become an invisible bargaining chip.

I knew very well in my heart that tomb robbing was not the same as exploring underground.

But with my years of experience in searching for Yin beads in Japanese underground fortifications, it seems that it is not difficult to explore a general's tomb.