I know that Mrs. Hu may be hiding something from us. However, he did not continue to ask. Everyone has their own goals and secrets. And if Mrs. Hu wants to say it, he will naturally say it. If I don't want to ask, I can't ask.

Mrs. Hu coughed a few times. Then he said, "Our goal is to enter the Xuangong in the depths of the underground palace. That is, the coffin of Qin Shi Huang. Then use the Yin-Yang Record to find a way into eternity. Then we go into eternity together. Destroy it when you get the chance."

"But is it so easy for fate to wipe it out?" Drought suddenly looked at Third Master Hu and laughed contemptuously. The droughts didn't even speak along the way. The relationship with Mrs. Hu is not very good.

Mrs. Hu San stood up. He sighed, "There is nothing difficult in the world. I'm afraid of people who have a heart."

Then Third Master Hu showed us the underground palace map of the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum. In fact, it is not quite correct to say that it is a dungeon map. This is just a rough outline. Then he asked Huang Zhenmin what tomb robbery tools he needed. He had to go find someone to buy.

Huang Zhenmin also made a whole bunch of lists. For example, some police officers such as Luoyang shovels will only appear in tomb robbery notes and the like. A large part of Huang's list is also made of snake serums and dry food as well as military flashlights. And some shovels. But this shovel is a very small one. It's the size of a person's palm. Anyway, there's a lot of stuff. Things are also very miscellaneous.

I also asked Mrs. Hu San to get me some yellow charms, cinnabar, black dog blood and other things to ward off evil spirits. None of the others wanted anything. Or maybe it was prepared before. Then we were given a handful of micropunches. Two pistols. There are also three low-dash magazines as well as six pistol magazines. Paralyzing. Holding a gun feels like fighting a war.

To say that men actually have blood. In particular, there is a special feeling of worship for soldiers. It always feels like a soldier. The special bones are the real men. And now those fast men with oily hair and noodles and so on. Painted with heavy makeup all day long. Facelift. Talking is also girly. I'm afraid that the voice will be a little louder. I feel. Men should be like soldiers. Even in the entertainment industry, you have to be a man like Fa Ge. I made myself like a woman all day long. The most puzzling thing is that there are still some who like such people.

Seems a bit far-fetched. Anyway, I'm still a little excited when I touch the micro punch. I can't wait to get a magazine right now and sweep it at the ceiling. Of course. It's just a repertoire. I'm going to have to go in and squat the next day.

Wu Zhicong only got a pistol. I used to play with pistols when I first joined the paranormal investigation team. Isn't there a soul-slaying bullet? However, the Soul Removal Bullet can also deal with some low-level ghosts. It didn't work at all on Mrs. Hu. So we're using it less and less.

Meng Lao and Huang Zhenmin each got a handful of micro punches. And Mrs. Hu and Drought naturally don't matter. After Mrs. Hu finished dividing the things, he said, "Okay. Everyone goes back to bed early. Let's get up tomorrow morning and get moving."

I put the micro flush in my bag. And then we walked out. After saying hello to Wu Zhicong and Qinqing, I went back to my room and went to sleep.

I don't know why the next day. Maybe it's about to go to the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum. I guess it's more or less exciting. I woke up at seven o'clock. I was amazed at how early I woke up.

Walk out of the room and go to the restaurant on the third floor for a buffet. Wu Zhicong. QIN Qing. The three of them are also there. The three of them were sitting together. I grabbed some snacks and sat down next to the marry. Wu Zhicong sat with Qin Qing across from us. I took a look. Wu Zhicong and Qin Qing are both binge-eating. And he sat alone. I didn't take anything. I took a bite of the cake and asked, "Dry. Why don't you eat."

The marquin shook his head. Finally spoke: "Uh. I'm a zombie. Don't like to eat these. The feeling for these things is the same. Forehead. You humans feel the same way about mud. It doesn't mean anything."

Huang Zhenmin also walked in, got something, and walked to us. With a smile on his face, he said, "Hi. Good morning, everybody."

I let the marls go in some of them. He also moved in, pointed to the seat next to him, and said to Huang Zhenmin, "Come on. Huang seniors sit here."

Huang Zhenmin also sat down laughing, glared at me and said, "Don't call me an old-timer. I'm that old. Call Big Brother."

I nodded. I don't know why. The mood is pretty good anyway. Later, Mrs. Hu and Meng Lao also came down. I said hello and ran away, not knowing what to talk about.

"Young man. Did you talk about the Guiguzi Tomb yesterday? Yesterday I didn't hear clearly. Can you tell me more about it?" Huang Zhenmin while eating. While looking at me with interest, he asked.

I smiled and asked, "It's old. Brother Huang is still interested in this matter. Isn't it just a broken tomb? I'll take you for a walk another day."

"That's all right. When you come out of the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, you'll have to take me around. This Guiguzi is a legend. Especially for things like trap traps. It's even more powerful. Let's talk about it. You've all encountered something." Huang Zhenmin nibbles on steamed buns. Look at me with wide eyes.

It's boring anyway. I'll divide Guiguzi into three sections. Nine segments. Say it slowly little by little. Of course. There are some things that need to be changed. For example, those little white suits were changed by me into dozens of monsters with infinite power. That general zombie is also several times more powerful. Even that python has more than a dozen. Traps are also energetic. And I found that no matter how I make it up, it seems that this Huang Zhenmin will not feel exaggerated. When I heard dozens of little white suits, I still chanted, how could there be so few.

My brow darkened. Paralyzing. That little white suit and that zongzi made me suffer a lot back then. And it's amazing. Five of them gave me a headache. If there are a few dozen, it's really over.

Anyway, this morning was spent bragging and farting. After eating, Mrs. Hu also walked in front of us. Say, "It's almost eight o'clock. Meet at the hotel at half past eight. Then depart for the Mausoleum of the Qin Emperor. Bring everything with you. There are also guns that are kept hidden. This hotel is home to a lot of military people. If you let the sharp eyes see it, it's going to be a problem."

I was secretly despising him when he said this. This grandson is now so careful. When he put these guns on the table yesterday, he didn't know that he was afraid of being discovered.