"Old smoking gun, Nong honestly, has this iron box been touched by Nong?" Huang Sanshou shouted, startling the old smoking gun, looking at him inexplicably, Huang Sanshou shouted miserably.

"Nonsense, this is really nonsense, the ancestors in the box are not afraid of running away." The old smoking gun didn't take a puff of cigarettes, choking his tears straight into his stomach, he and Mu Zhengyang are both intuitive people, the old smoking gun glanced at Mu Zhengyang in a daze, Mu Zhengyang waved his hand slightly, and the guards on the side all picked up the guns, and the black muzzle was aimed at the black iron box.

Mu Zhengyang said in a positive voice.

"Gang Leader Huang, what's the situation?" He knew very well that Huang Sanshou was a person who had seen the world, and there was definitely something hidden in this appearance.

Huang Sanshou cried.

"It is said that people digging ghost graves are not afraid of death, this is a ghost digging human graves to survive, this box is afraid that someone has opened it, and something big will happen." Liuzi swallowed his saliva and said.

"The box has been locked in the secret room of the patrol room since it was fished out of the river, and the inspector didn't speak, and he didn't have the courage to touch it." The old cigarette gun's face was a little stiff.

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid that the things in it are really the golden immortal ghosts who jumped out of the road." The three of them looked at Huang Sanshou at the same time, Huang San's hand was like ashes, he glanced at Mu Zhengyang, and Mu Zhengyang immediately understood what he meant.

"Sixth son, clear the field!" Liuzi was stunned, squinted at the noisy harbor over there, and stared at him seriously.

"Big brother, the river wind is already strong enough, and I don't know if it's the rain from the east or the wind from the west." Mu Zhengyang understood what he meant, at present, the Chinese military and police have quarreled with foreigners from all over the world, and there have been conflicts and even bloodshed, this is already a major event, if it escalates to a diplomatic incident or even triggers an international war, then no one can afford to take responsibility, including Mu Zhengyang himself, even if it is Mu Jinghao, the commander of the Shanghai City Defense Garrison.

"All the people in the port who are not 'probe squads', all of them will be returned to the whistle for me." Mu Zhengyang just snorted lightly, and the sixth son knew the depth of his words, so he took out his pistol and shouted.

"Brother of the Second Company of the Garrison Regiment come with me." A group of heavily armed soldiers lined up and rushed to the port.

The rest of the people were divided into two neat rows in the blink of an eye, and a team of more than 20 guards surrounded an impenetrable human wall, tightly surrounding Huang Sanshou and others, and the rest all retreated to the whistle in turn, leaving these 20 or so should be the 'probe class' he talked about.

The corners of Huang San's mouth trembled, and he wanted to stop talking, he had also seen the face of the world, when he was young, he participated in the Xinhai Revolution and the War to protect the country against Yuan, he can be said to be a person who crawled out of the pile of the dead, not to mention the strange and desolate things he suffered in his life, for some reason, the group of young 'probe class' in front of him made him inexplicably stunned, they all looked the same, thick eyebrows and beautiful eyes, tall posture, height is also equal, with a detective look, if it weren't for the specific number on his chest, he couldn't tell which one was which.

"Gang Leader Huang, please get started, I know that you haven't rushed early, this cold belly is pressing, Inspector Ben has asked Liuzi to order a banquet in a drunken building, oil sauce hooves, fat bursting fat, and the most famous green onion sand bean cake on the beach, all of which are your good flavors, and the best Duck Creek Cellar is also prepared, let's bear with it, and when things are put aside, we will open up and drink." Mu Zhengyang smiled and took Huang Sanshou's hand, a serious invitation.

The old cigarette gun lit a cigarette, squatted there and looked at Huang Sanshou, and said enviously.

"Come on, it's called Hanako, it's troublesome, it's rewarding, the detective is not the master who treats guests easily, is there that mouthful? You have to look at the kung fu at hand. Huang Sanshou glanced at the black iron box, his two hands trembled, thinking about what battle he hadn't seen back then, when had he ever been so afraid?

He timidly touched the iron box with both hands, and did not forget to scold indignantly in his heart, Mu Zhengyang, Mu Zhengyang, you are damn it, knowing that the old flower is suffering from dysentery, order some of the menu of intestines, what kind of heart do you have?

"Wait." Mu Zhengyang called, stunned Huang Sanshou miserably, and scolded.

"Little Red Guy, are you going to scare people to death?" Mu Zhengyang smiled slightly, and didn't speak, he took out his own gun and handed it over, Huang Sanshou didn't know what he meant, looked at him blankly, and the old smoking gun smiled.

"Old beggar, you also owe it, you are looking for a rope to hang your neck," he shook his head, and squatted there laughing.

"It's good that this black box is opened well, it's a fork, either your ancestor killed you, or you killed your ancestor." Huang Sanshou's face darkened, he glared at Mu Zhengyang angrily, and scolded with anger and hatred in his heart.

"Okay, you Mu Zhengyang, you fucking tied me up to do this thing, are you really my three hands? You are wide-hearted, you have seen a lot of treacherous and bloody things, you are at ease, you are doing the work of blood, the old man and I are the leader of the beggar gang, 100,000 disciples and grandchildren, free and happy immortals, can I play with you? While scolding, Mu Zhengyang's pistol had already been handed to him.

"Old man, it stands to reason that your magic powers are not practical for this, why haven't we touched the wind and waves? Isn't this insurance, take care of it. Mu Zhengyang stared at him and smiled, he shook his shoulders, took off his cloak, and the military police on the side hurriedly came up to help catch it, his heart was open, and the future was probably not the wind cold that this cloak could stop.

"Why are you inviting me to a drunken building, you are going to send me to Huangquan!" The old smoking gun scolded, sprayed Mu Zhengyang's face with saliva, the gun still has to be taken, what if it really makes the stinky cigarette gun stink?

Which reimbursement is reasonable? He tucked the pistol under his armpit, exhaled, squinted his eyes and took a few closer glances at the black iron box, and muttered to himself.

"This lock is not difficult to open, it is difficult to open the Yin and Yang Boundary Monument Road, the so-called, the living people walk the Yang Pass, the Yin people cross the broken bridge, and the people and ghosts have different paths, which is the truth."

"This 'Yin and Yang Life and Death Lock', also known as 'Yin and Yang Life and Death Lock', the reason is simple, that is, one is born and one dies." He gently pressed the lid of the box with his right hand, and his left hand slowly explored back and forth along the gap between the box mouth, he frowned, feeling like he had found something, he exhaled a few times, and took out something from his ear, as if it was a small ring of filament, slowly pulled a few times, rubbed into a barbed gold hook, he squinted his old eyes and looked at it carefully, and felt that it should be suitable, so he slowly handed it along the crack of the box, and it didn't take long to see him slowly pull out a thin gold thread from the box like an earthworm, and he wrapped the gold wire around his fingers, and then buckled a few buttons, tied a golden bell knot, and then bounced it back, only to hear the ding, the knotted gold thread escaped back into the iron box.

Mu Zhengyang wondered.

"What are you doing?" The old smoker coughed, there are hundreds of tomb robbers, the door rules are strict, each has top secrets, Mu Zhengyang naturally understands the reason, and he broke the rules just now out of surprise, he nodded his forehead, and he didn't ask more.

"This is called the golden bell unbutton, the so-called Jin Ling listens, and the silver wire unbuckle is the key to unlocking this box." Huang Sanshou exhaled, didn't seem to care, he said, their Huang family's 'Yin and Yang Life and Death Lock', can only be opened once, and the only way to unlock the lock is the golden bell unbuckle, this is the rule set by the ancestors, the bell rings the lock open, the bell is extinguished, the body is dead, take the lock as far as the lock is concerned, the lock in the yang world, naturally there are no taboos, the Yin world is not to be treated, and their Huang family's lock has two taboos, one is 'lock life', the other is 'buckle death', the so-called 'lock life', is 'Yin and Yang angry lock', and 'buckle to death', is' Heaven and Earth Netherworld Buckle', the former, he had heard the elders mention, how much he knew some fur, as for the latter, he didn't know where it came from, it is said that no one in the Huang family ancestors has always been able to speak clearly, like a mystery.

The old smoking gun had a big eye and was a little surprised.

"And what about this thing?" Huang Sanshou smiled, and his pale face returned to a little blood.

"The Huang family pays attention to a lot, but they have less things at hand to learn, and they can't understand it if they are shallow." He patted both sides of the iron box a few times with both hands, and when he patted it, it was light and sometimes heavy, and he slapped it three times in a row, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Okay, Jin Ling unbuckled, others avoided it, Yin people returned to Yang, and the bad ghosts gave way." The old smoking gun and Mu Zhengyang consciously turned around, knowing that this was the time when Huang Sanshou showed his three-handed stunt, robbing the tomb of a hundred families, although what they did was contrary to human reason, there were no taboos, but the rules of the sect were strict, this was the iron rule of the southern sect of tomb robbery for thousands of years, but whenever it sent people to perform their stunts, others needed to turn around and avoid their mouths.

I only heard the squeaking sound coming, and I don't know what method Huang Sanshou used, but he really opened the black iron box.

The old smoker turned around in surprise and said with joy.

"Beggar, you good, obedient, you really have three hands!" Listening to a few more bangs, what was unexpected was that Huang Sanshou would really shoot with his third hand, and his tongue trembled.

"The ancestor is deceiving the corpse!" Mu Zhengyang turned around in a hurry, and couldn't help but let the situation in front of him see a black shadow rushing out of the black box, attacking Huang Sanshou directly, the ghost corpse staggered and collapsed, and a strange ghost 'face' flowed out of ink-like venom, if he could still call it a face - there were pinhole-like black pus and blood blisters on it.

The old smoker was so startled that he stepped back again and again.

"Hey, happy baby?" The two of them looked at him in unison, and the old cigarette gun swallowed a few mouthfuls of spittle, and said that this was one of the fishermen who died last night.

Huang Sanshou's face immediately seemed to be waxed, and he slapped his legs.

"It's over, it's over, the old ancestor is really running!" What he howls is not that the ancestor really ran away, but that he really ran away!

The more he howled, the more scared he was, and cold sweat crackled on his back. Mu Zhengyang looked at the two of them in a daze, what would make two long-standing legends like this?

He couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, feeling that his body was frozen, and it seemed that the truth was even more terrifying and terrifying than he imagined.

A guard with a poisoning mask trotted up, leaned down and whispered a few words, Mu Zhengyang's face was very solemn.

"Be louder and say it again." The guard looked at the old smoker and said loudly.

"Report to Inspector, the ghost ship has been searched, and there is no one inside, but..."

"But what?" The guard said.

"The brothers have checked everything they should have checked, but, yes, there was a place where they didn't dare to enter, and when we went in, several brothers went crazy, and the sick one bit another brother to death." Mu Zhengyang frowned, staring at the two old smoking guns, the old smoking guns were not elegant at this time, and his face was very ugly.

"Weird, weird, this box is really open, what to do, Inspector." Mu Zhengyang also ran out of ideas, and looked at Huang Sanshou, who had cold sweat rolling down his face and said in a trembling voice.

"I said don't look at me like this, Jin Ling can only come once!"

"Who's driving that?" Mu Zhengyang asked, but then his body trembled, and the three of them looked at the ghost boat in the river together.

"You/my ancestor?" Huang Sanshou scolded.

"Mu Zhengyang, you are killing and dying this day, but you have broken the sky." The old smoker swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva and said something unexpected.

"That thing can open an iron box, why did it only come out today?" Both understood what he meant, maybe the problem wasn't with the box, but where could it be?

At this time, Liuzi rushed over.

"Big brother, there is a situation, several brothers who got off the boat are in a situation, and this thing was found on the brothers who had an accident." He handed over a text note.

"It's like a Japanese thing." Mu Zhengyang saw that there were a few strange words printed on the book, like confidential texts.

"What's in there?" Liuzi shook his head blankly, Mu Zhengyang was anxious, took it and looked at it, he turned a few pages, but they were blank, until he turned to the last page, which was also blank.

The old smoker hesitated.

"How can there be little Japanese things on this British hairy ship?" Mu Zhengyang's brows locked fiercely, he thought about it again, but he still couldn't grasp the uncomfortable feeling.

"Get on board and have a look." He took two steps, and suddenly remembered something important, and just now he was in a trance, forgetting about this stubble.

"All the people on the ship, change the guard for me, you guys, go up to martial law." The probe team all got on the wooden boat and headed for the center of the river.

The three of them stood there You look at me, I look at you, and finally Mu Zhengyang took the lead in moving away, and the old smoking gun and Huang Sanshou followed behind in a daze, with a hundred pimples in their hearts and fears, and walked towards the ghost boat.