When the eighth master spoke, I already noticed that his hand was unconsciously touching his back, and behind him was the stone door, I don't know what he wanted to grope on it, but he consciously told me that the eighth master's action is very dangerous now.

I yelled, "Stop him, this girl is trying to play tricks!" ”

"It's too late!" With a roar from the eighth master, he seemed to have put his hand on a certain mechanism, desperately pressing it, with a "boom" of stone slab friction sound, a huge stone actually hung down from the top of the previous tomb, and it fell down with a "bang", and after shaking the mountain for a while, the entire stone room fell into darkness in trembling, and even the air became a lot dull.

There was still mud and sand splashing at the entrance of the cave, and such a large stone fell, which suddenly damaged the soil layer on the surface of the tomb, and with a cloud of soot, the entire cave entrance was closed, and the dust gradually settled, and the exit in front of us became a dead end.

The shaking sound lasted for three seconds, and everyone didn't stand firmly, and one stumbled and fell to the ground, looking at the crazy Eighth Master with a shocked face.

Broken Dragon Stone ......

My brain was in a cold sweat, and all the pores on my body exploded, why didn't I expect this old thing to have such a hand?

The eighth master never thought of stopping us with his own hands, as long as he found the opportunity to put down the broken dragon stone, these more than ten tons of stone blocked the exit, even if there were twice as many people, there was no way to push the broken dragon stone away, so that everyone was really trapped inside.

"Malegobi, I'll fuck you!" Ge Zhuang was startled by the movement of the broken dragon stone falling to the ground, and after reacting, he immediately jumped up, holding the shovel in his hand, his gums were biting and bleeding, and walked towards the eighth master step by step, "You old Wang Ba, the fat master will send you back to the west now!" ”

Ge Zhuang is a gangster, it can be said that he is simple, or it can be said that he is biao, he started a fire to fight terroristly, and there is a shovel that smashes the eighth master's head into the cranial cavity.

I hurriedly stood up and stopped him, saying fatty, don't be impulsive, now that the broken dragon stone has been put down, even if you kill the eighth master, it won't work. Ge Zhuang's chest was rising and falling violently, gritting his teeth and scolding angrily, saying Malegobi, fat man, I feel aggrieved, and I won't be happy if I don't vent!

I said that you want to vent, take off your pants and pinch the hairy eggs, let me have a good chat with the eighth master!

I pushed Ge Zhuang aside, strode up, squatted in front of the eighth master and said slowly, "Eighth master, ask you about something, okay?" ”

In the last second, the eighth master's face was still distorted severely, and now as soon as the broken dragon stone was put down, the big stone in his heart could be regarded as falling to the ground, but became calmer, looked at me and said, "Young man, you are really fat enough, you are dying, and you still have the leisure to ask me?" ”

I didn't despair, and said with a smile, "The master said: I heard the Tao in the morning, and I can die at night." I still have a few doubts in my heart that I haven't figured out, obviously it's better to die than to get out of the Hades Palace, and be a fool, okay? ”

The eighth master nodded yes, and said to me again, "Is there any smoke?" I turned around and stretched out my hand to Ge Zhuang, and said Fatty, what about your "Chaotianmen", quickly take it out and pay tribute to the eighth master!

Ge Zhuang's face turned purple with anger, and he stomped his feet and said Little pumpkin, your uncle, this old turtle is so bad that we will soon go into the water to feed Wang Ba, you are still thinking about giving people cigarettes, are you stupid?

I said fatty, don't talk about anything else, give me the cigarette, hurry up! Ge Zhuang glared at the eighth master fiercely with the eyes of wanting to eat people, but out of obedience to me, he still took out the cigarette case from his jacket pocket and threw it to me.

I unpacked it, handed one to the eighth master, and took out a lighter for him to light it, in fact, I can see that few people can still deal with it calmly in the face of death, and the eighth master behaved so righteous and awe-inspiring before. It's just pretending, I want to smoke at this time, but I also want to calm the trembling and restless heart before I die.

I fulfilled his wish, so the eighth master who was smoking looked at me with a much calmer look, took a deep breath, and under the white smoke, the face that had become dark because of too much sun and rain gradually calmed down, and said Young man, this person is going to hang, and you still remember to ask me about any questions.

I said Eighth Master, are you the queen of the Wuxian clan? The eighth master smoked a cigarette with his hand, and took a puff of the cigarette in the bitterness, saying that it is the twentieth century, how can there be any Wuxian clan?

I said yes, when Zhang Xianzhong entered Sichuan, he almost slaughtered the Sichuan people, and the surviving residents of Sichuan and Chongqing were all floating populations who migrated later, and the bloodline of the ancient witch family has long disappeared, but everything is always decided, no matter how fast Zhang Xianzhong's butcher's knife is sharpened, it is impossible to slaughter all the Sichuan people, right?

The eighth master choked on the smoke, nodded and said yes, there are always one or two lucky ones who can get away with it, and then survive incognito and integrate into the cultural unification of the Han people.

I said, Eighth Master, which of the nine Li is your ancestor? The eighth master said that it is thousands of years old, why do you mention him? What is buried here is the last Emperor of Pakistan, and I am also the queen of Emperor Li.

"This can't be, we've been to the tomb of the Emperor!" Hearing this, Chen Yun, who had been feeding the wounded with water again, suddenly stood up and retorted.

"Oh, I don't think you've even been to Patong." The eighth master glanced up at us, his eyes were deep, and there was a deep cunning hidden in it.

As soon as I heard this, I came back to my senses, and I feel that the eighth master, an old boatman who has been fishing all his life, probably has a lot of secrets in his heart, and these secrets should be passed down from generation to generation in his family.

Just like the great Mr. Lu Xun criticized in "The True Story of Ah Q", which of the Chinese people does not pay attention to the bloodline of their own family? Wisdom is like Ah Q, didn't he also say the words "My ancestors were also broad"? I can see that the eighth master still attaches great importance to the bloodline inheritance of his ancestors, and when he says this, he is proud.

I also thought that based on the clues we found in the tomb of Di Jun a year ago, the last Di Jun did not actually die in that underground ruins, but skillfully used the means of "transferring flowers and trees", leaving his most trusted and loyal subordinate Aguman in the coffin, but he secretly left the tribe.

So, where did the golden cicada go after it came out of its shell? What historical process did it go through in the end? These are all secrets that Chen Yun has never been able to unravel after archaeology.

After leaving the clan, it is indeed possible for Di Jun to find women of other tribes to intermarry and reproduce, so the fact that the eighth master has the blood of Di Jun is also completely possible to explain.

I said Eighth Master, the ancestors can't be recognized, you said that the remains of your ancestors are buried here, and he is the last Emperor, is there any evidence?