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In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, several tomb robbers stole the most important object in this book from the ancient tombs of the Warring States period - the Warring States Silk Book.

This is the story of Grandpa Wu's previous generation, that is, the fifth master of the dog, when he was young. At that time, there was no ranking on the rivers and lakes, and there were a total of nine famous people - Chen Pia Si, Dog Five, Black-backed Lao Liu, etc., the last of which was Xie Ah Jiu, that is, the father who solved the chain.

There are also the so-called ten masters and eleven masters in the back, and the scope of recognition is very small, they are all sealed by themselves or their subordinates, and no one else knows when it comes to the outside. Some people say that Chen Pia 4 is now in his 90s, and he was in his 40s 50 years ago, but he is still not a big dog 5, if he was 17 years old at the time, it would take ten years to become famous at a young age, and then he was 27, how can he be ranked behind Chen Pia 4, who is nearly 50 years old, and become a dog 5? If this line goes on, isn't Xie Xiaojiu still wearing open crotch pants at that time? It's a bit vexatious.

Anyone with a little common sense knows that the ranking of the rivers and lakes is not age, but seniority and seniority, and these are all ranked by others.

Grandpa Wu's five rows of dogs are so high, it can be seen how powerful his wrists and courage were at that time, which made people have to be convinced.

The second story also takes place in Dart Ridge. That was the incident where Uncle Wu Xie robbed the blood corpse tomb at night and intercepted the American Hu, which happened twenty to thirty years after the first story, this incident can be said to be a complete coincidence, and the third uncle Wu Xie also knew what happened when Grandpa Wu Xie and they stole the blood corpse tomb for the first time, this adventure, the third uncle increased a number of experience points and got a strange elixir.

Although this is just an episode, this incident can be said to be the cause of Xisha before the incident.

The third story takes place in the open sea of Xisha Island. This is also the story of Uncle Wu Xie's angry sea and diving in the sand.

Zhang Qiling's appearance forms the biggest mystery in this story, and there are two versions of the story, one is the third uncle's fooling version, and the other is the candid version of the third uncle after experiencing the catastrophe.

The final truth is that both versions were deceived by the third uncle Wu Xie. Because in the third uncle's heart, there is a huge secret, and this secret is related to innocence.

The fourth story takes place in the Qixing Lu Palace in Shandong. This is the first story of this work, and it is also the first time that Wu Xie has gone to the ground, after experiencing this time, Wu Xie has changed from a staunch atheist to a neurotic, and it is really curious to participate in this kind of criminal activity.

In this way, the previous three stories have the opportunity to merge together through this story.

Several clues such as the Warring States Silk Book, the Xisha Incident, and the inexplicable pill converged, and the whole story began to become extremely confusing.

The fifth story is to return to Xisha. This time it was Wu Xie himself who entered the underwater tomb of Wang Zanghai to find the third uncle who disappeared in the tomb, and the third uncle at this time had already obtained the clues of the Heavenly Palace from the underwater tomb and started the Genting Heavenly Palace plan, and Wu Xie and the others entered the underwater tomb like fools. This time, the game with Wang Zanghai, which was separated by thousands of years, finally made Wang Fatzi's unbending thinking allow Wu Xie and others to survive again.

In this story, the three forces in this work finally come together, and the mystery begins to develop. Wu Xie and others, who pursued the truth, had their own plans for the third uncle and the haunting overseas forces in the previous stories, and they started a face-to-face contest here for the first time. In the two main lines, the story follows the script written by Wang Zanghai thousands of years ago, while the other is temporarily interrupted.

The sixth story is the Qinling Sacred Tree. This is the most criticized story — one that editors think is the best and most literary, and that readers don't think is a story.

This story has little to do with the main story, but only leads to the huge bronze monument at the bottom of the mountain, and at the same time improves the protagonist's abilities. In this story, Wu Xie independently leads his childhood friend with ill intentions deep into the depths of the Qinling Mountains.

For Wu Xie, this story is sometimes like a long dream, and it feels unreal. The seventh story takes place in Changbai Mountain, the eternal Genting Heavenly Palace. This is the most difficult expedition, and it is also the most painful one written by Wu Xie. Centaurs of all walks of life carry their own mysteries on the road to death, the snow in the sky, the painful trek in the narrow snowy field. Where, Wu Xie and the others found the ultimate secret that Wang Zanghai tried to leave to future generations a thousand years ago. However, the secret comes to an abrupt end before a huge bronze door underground.

Zhang Qiling, who entered the underground giant gate, seemed to be the only one closest to this secret, and the main line of Wang Zang's harm stopped here, and the main line of Iron Mask Sheng started again.

The eighth story is the story of the ghost town of Snake Swamp. The two stories spliced together by clues run through the entire snake swamp ghost town story. The first is the legend of the Wangzang Sea. After Wu Xie sorted it out, he found that it was an excellent subject, and if it was written in the style of Gu Long, it must be a strange book, and Wu Xie must write it out in his lifetime. The second is the story of the Iron Mask that is slowly forming now. Now you can clearly see the origin of the story - the huge bronze miracle in the mountain and the secret behind the ghost town of Snake Swamp.

In history, there are two people who have transcended the times who have peeked into this secret: one is the iron mask of the Warring States Period, and the other is Wang Zanghai in the early Ming Dynasty. Judging from the available information, Wu Xie and the others don't know if there is a direct connection between them, but what can be seen is that Tie Miansheng should have more abundant information, after all, his era is very close to the age of mythology. Judging by the kind of elixir that they all have in their tombs, the two should have something in common. At the very least, both of them have passed down their experiences in some form - the Warring States Silk Book and the Snake Eyebrow Copper Fish.

And Wu Xie and others are following these two clues and gradually unveiling this confusing veil. Regarding Wang Zanghai, Lu Wanggong, Golmud and Genting Heavenly Palace, it is another system that is very closely related to the ancient tomb of the Zhang family, and the ancestors of the Zhang family have a relationship. And such as the story of Chen Pi's four upside-down hanging mirror palaces and beating Miao people, it is a word count.

About procrastination: As an author, the biggest pain must be the contradiction between the pressure of the publication cycle and the quality of your own writing, especially when you are already familiar with the matter of rushing the manuscript, you know, it is irreconcilable. But as long as you face this pain long enough, you will find that it is not something unbearable. What is really uncomfortable is that after you have endured all this pain, you have to endure more incomprehension.

But I'm still procrastinating as always. I'm a slow hand, especially in the later stages, when I write more and more slowly.

It's not because you don't write it, but because the more you write a long story, the more information you have in front of you, and the more you need to worry about it, and after you write five books, the basic clue puzzles in front of you will become a mountain of puzzles, making it extremely difficult for you to take every step.

In this case, a lot of the time, I have to choose a steady pace of writing. However, I received a lot of infamy for my slow writing. These infamy accumulated book by book, slowly drowning out the cheers I could hear before, and slowly becoming mainstream.

I can't say against my heart that my heart has always been calm in the face of these words. Anyone, when faced with so much criticism in the early days, will doubt their own worth. "So many people don't like me." The frustration in my heart at that time can be imagined, "Jiang Lang is talented" and "irresponsible", and countless reproaches are flying all over the sky.

I only write for people who like me, and I wanted to leave that sentence behind, but I couldn't. Slowly, my anxiety with this information began to encroach on everything in me. That year, I don't know how to calm my mind, and I want to thank my friends, one of whom has long since become famous and has been through all this, and she told me that writing is a kind of meditation. Writing is a process of gazing inward.

Everything I feared I would lose would not exist for me before. So, what I lost, just what I didn't deserve.

I haven't lost everything I had before writing, it's like a child plucking ten apples from an apple tree and finding three of them rotten. Instead of being depressed about the loss of three apples, he should see the other seven intact.

There is some power in language, and I have slowly learned this truth on my own: emotion is something that cannot be quantified, sadness is sadness, and happiness is happiness. I write in search of my first happiness, and it is not worth it to show 100% sadness because of a small loss.

However, although I have my own helplessness and persistence in my heart for delaying the manuscript, I still want to apologize to all my readers here. The five-year wait seems to be a small reincarnation in life, and I apologize for all the pain you have suffered in this wait. At the same time, I also hope that in these five years of waiting, this set can become a memory.

Five years is a period of life that is not long or short, if there is a fat man who can make so many people entangle in their precious life for five years, this fat man can be regarded as a complete merit. So even if it's painful, when I apologize, I secretly rejoice.

Why do I love stories? Let's start with my life. On February 20, 1982, I was born in a small town in Zhejiang, in the middle of the night, and when I was born, neither the sky, the earth nor the sea reacted at all.

Thinking about it, I kind of blame God, because even if there was a thunder in the sky when I was born, I could have reason to think that I must be different from everyone else. Unfortunately, I can't go back.

I can only live as a real ordinary person in this world. My family background is quite complicated. My grandmother is from Taixing, Jiangsu, and my publisher is still a fellow countryman. My grandmother was a boatlady, that is, she had no property, and all her possessions were ninety-one small wooden boats. My grandfather died when my father was five years old. My father had an older brother and an older sister.

I don't know the cause of my grandfather's death, and my father doesn't know, but I only vaguely know that my grandmother should be my grandfather's child daughter-in-law. My grandmother actually had a lot of children, and they didn't support them at that time, and my father was the youngest one, so he loved him very much. In the 60s, my grandmother's boat set off from Taixing to Shanghai due to famine, and on the Huangpu River, his boat sank because it collided with a big ship. My grandmother took her three children, they cried bitterly when they came ashore, their home was gone, and now when they came to land, looking at the vast Shanghai beach, all she could feel was incomparably open. Thanks to the party and the people, my grandmother was placed.

In my father's memory, there is a particularly peaceful and beautiful memory of old Shanghai. I calculated that if my father hadn't come ashore at that time, he probably wouldn't have gone to school, and maybe he wouldn't have had the future. I don't know what the reason is, my father later left Shanghai and came to Zhejiang Province near Shanghai to carry out activities, and then the "Cultural Revolution" began, my father followed the railway soldiers into the Daxinganling branch, and spent his most precious youth in the construction corps. My mother was also one of the young people who went from the south to the northern branches.

My very beautiful mother, who was only sixteen years old at the time, and together with three other southern girls, she was called the Four Golden Flowers of the Great Khing'an Mountains, and was chased by my father, who was the chief of affairs, with a special white rice. At that time, their pair should have been quite a glorious pair. In the Construction Corps, people were divided into factions by region, and Ningbo, Wenzhou, and Lishui all had their own small groups, during which there were constant conflicts. My father has been able to fight since he was a child, and you Yishou is not stingy in fighting.

My mother said that there was hardly a single place on my father's body that was not scarred at the time. Because of his ability to fight and his sense of righteousness, my father had prestige in all groups. As long as there was a fight, as soon as my father appeared, everyone stopped talking. Until I returned to the south, once my father bet a boatload of watermelons, encountered the rioters snatching watermelons, my father used a basket on the boat to knock dozens of rioters into the water, although in the end outnumbered can only abandon the melons and leave, but his majestic style at that time, I think I feel enjoyable. In addition, my mother was amazingly beautiful and beautiful, and the two of them were still quite jealous at the time.

Speaking of my mother, his family is even more interesting. My grandmother was the owner of a kiln in our hometown called Thousand Kilns. There are 1,000 kiln mouths in the thousand kilns, and it was the core production area at that time. At that time, my grandmother owned a large kiln in the local area, and belonged to a very high-status class. My grandfather escaped from the Kuomintang strongmen. It wasn't until after the founding of New China that the two became a couple after being introduced.

There must be thousands of stories about my grandmother and grandfather. At that time, my grandfather was born with divine powers. At 1.86 meters, he was like a giant in the society at that time. My grandmother said that the reason why she married my grandfather was because she saw my grandfather lifting something that only three people could lift.

Of course, it seems that there are many episodes in this marriage. When my grandfather died, I vaguely heard my grandmother in the mourning hall sadly telling my mother about my grandfather's past affairs. I've seen pictures of my parents back then, and my father is so handsome that I can't look at him directly, and my mother, who now looks like a hibiscus out of the water. They are so beautiful and wonderful that every time I look in the mirror, I feel how unfair the world is. So many excellent genes, when they come to me, they are so obscene.

My parents established a relationship in the Daxing'an Mountains, then transferred to the Daqing Oilfield, and then returned to the south. My father was the assistant food manager of the supply and marketing system at the time, so he was in charge of supplies, so my family was pretty good. Then, on a night with no special features, I was born. Writing this, many people will find it interesting, and some people will be bored, thinking that what is it all about, does it make sense to say this? Actually, it makes a lot of sense.

I want to tell you that my grandmother, my grandmother, my father and mother, are all very good storytellers. When I was born as the first child of two families, how did I spend my childhood in that era when there was no TV, no movies, no Internet, and no Internet?

Tell a story. I grew up under the care of a circle of storytellers. Folk tales, war stories, fairy tales, my childhood was full of them. Some of the stories now sound very infectious, and many of them have been used directly in "Notes on Tomb Robbery".

I had already decided at that time that all of our initial pleasure could only come from the story. This is the most basic reason why I became fascinated by stories, because I can enjoy 100% of the joy that stories can convey. After that, my life was described as "boring", and I failed in all aspects, and in today's words, I can be called a waste of wood. Some people say that when a person is born, God will always give him some special skills so that he can help others. However, for a long time, I really didn't feel like I had any special skills. In my circle of friends, there is always such a phenomenon: students with good grades are generally not very good in sports; If students are good at sports, their grades are generally not good; Students who have good grades and sports are generally ugly; Classmates who have good grades and sports, and are not ugly, will generally fall in love and then be expelled; The classmates who have good grades and sports, are not ugly, and are especially well-behaved and not in early love, have all become gay later. What am I trying to say? What I want to say is that I have nothing to do with the above, it is the sadness of this society.

No one has ever been in a relationship with a child who is not good at sports and grades, and who is ugly and skips classes everywhere and is undisciplined. Many times in the middle of the night, I feel that God is so unfair, all the people around me have legendary lives, why is my life like this?

At that time, I was not in good health, and since I fainted in the examination room during an exam in elementary school, the teacher has kept an eye on me every time and will arrange me in a ventilated and suitable temperature area. This place must be the feng shui treasure of the whole examination room, when the teacher invigilates the exam, in addition to patrolling, he will definitely go to that place to rest, and often come by the way to ask about my physical condition, for fear that I will die in the examination room, so cheating will not work. And travel, sports, and even more so have nothing to do with me. I naturally have a pair of fisherman's feet – long toes and the longest big toes, which are especially useful for lazy swimming, but completely useless when you need explosive power. In addition, as long as the sun is a little bigger, it is easy to suddenly foam at the ground, and the physical education teacher sees me as if he sees the principal's son. So most of my PE classes are spent in the shade of a tree, wearing a white shirt and holding it in my hand. For myself, this kind of life was quite comfortable in the early days, except for being hit by a banana ball kicked by a handsome guy on the court and rolling down the stairs, I still especially liked those quiet days when I didn't sweat and read. I think many people have experienced this as I did, but not necessarily absolutely.

At that time, I was there almost all of the time. I emptied the library and turned to a small private bookstore, starting with the first book on the shelf. The book is borrowed with money, and soon the money will be insufficient. For me, who has no special skills, earning living expenses is simply a fantasy, so I began to rely on the bookstore to read, but usually read three books and borrow one, so the boss was embarrassed to drive me away, because I was a big customer in the beginning, and although I borrowed less after that, the frequency was high, and the total amount was still good. I feel like my emotional intelligence was developed at this time. By the end of junior high school, I had no more books to read, so I started writing something on my own. Although the quality was not high, after completing a round of formal reading, I suddenly had a strong desire to write one myself. At that time, this idea had nothing to do with any dreams, I didn't want to be a writer at all, I just thought it would be a good thing to write a good story that everyone would watch behind my back.

That year, I started to really write. From the very beginning of graffiti writing, to my own analysis of those famous works, abbreviations, re-outlines, looking for suspense setting skills, and looking for the basic rhythm, in just two months, I slowly found that what I wrote became more and more beautiful. However, I still didn't dare to submit, and the life of waste materials made it difficult for me to encourage myself to take this step. At that time, there were no computers, so I used pen and paper to write on manuscript paper. Slowly, I started to get hooked. I abandoned my studies (and didn't achieve much anyway), and by the time I graduated from college, I had written more than 20 million words, most of them in various discarded workbooks. I'm a very diligent person who changes homework books, because my homework books are written at the beginning and often at the end. This makes it easier for me to write during class, often in two or three classes, I can finish a notebook, and the next day I write my homework and weave a new one.

Seriously, looking back now, there is no level of what I have written, which still makes me smack my tongue, not only can it be comparable to what I want now, but many works are even better than the current one. Because at that time, I paid attention to writing and sentences, and now I am an old fritter, and I know that it is enough to express the meaning clearly, and I am often too lazy to think more about the text. One particularly distinctive feature of my writing process is that I only write stories.

At that time, there were a lot of kinds of stories, I wrote about martial arts, suspense, love, and even early on I started to write about the more popular genres now, such as the time-traveling genre. But unlike other literature lovers, I only want to write stories, and the one thing I want to hear most is, "What about the back?" Is it written later? "Because, that's the best evaluation of my story.

After the publication of Notes on Tomb Robbery, many people have asked me a question: Do you feel that there is an element of luck in your success? I would say that there is no such thing as a lack of luck. It's always good to have some good luck, although it's not luck that people need most. Many times we also know that luck doesn't really help you much, and even if you win the lottery, if you don't have the ability to handle sentences, the money in hand can quickly turn into big trouble. What people need is the ability to seize opportunities.

The moment I decided to write "Notes on Tomb Robbery", I had a mentality of not caring, and this kind of indifference can attract many people to read it, among them, it should be due to the 20 million words. So, if I really want to say where my luck is, I think my luck comes from not being smart, not good enough grades, not good enough sports, but God prefers ugly people. Nowadays, I accept everything very calmly, it has nothing to do with luck and talent first, I just keep being led by the nose by the story.

What I want to say is that if this person loves to eat, and he has been deeply involved in eating since childhood, until he is thirty years old, then she can also be successful; If this person loves to fight, he has loved fighting since childhood, and he has been fighting until he is thirty years old, then he can also be successful.

If you like something and keep doing it, you can always succeed. I said some polite words, probably what should be written in the afterword, and now let's talk about some of what my grandmother really wants to say. Turn this page and be a little mentally prepared.

Wu Xie: Wu Xie is a person who is difficult to describe. If I had to say, I would like to say: he is actually an ordinary person. But this does not mean that he is not great, it is precisely because he is an ordinary person that he has experienced all this that makes people so admirable. I think that many friends will be disgusted with his weakness and hesitation when they first see him. However, as the story progresses step by step, more and more people like him, he is a weak boy like water, but please don't forget that in the harsh winter, the most formless water will also turn into solid ice. Wu Xie is such a person. He was simple, with a little cleverness; He was cowardly and cherished his life; He is sensitive, afraid of hurting the people around him, and he is the least suitable person to experience danger in all the ranks. However, I made him the protagonist of this story, going through one of the most terrifying journeys, and this is probably the most special thing about this story. When everyone can retreat, he just can't retreat; When everyone could run away, he couldn't.

I would love to say sorry to him for pushing this ordinary person into such a complicated puzzle. For a while, I could feel the despair in his heart, and I wondered what an ordinary person like him would do in the face of such a complex despair. I didn't expect him to survive, and in the development of the story, everyone sees how an ordinary person struggles to become a person he doesn't want to be. And what everyone likes is that in all the places that can be the turning point of his life, he has maintained his conscience, even if he ends up wearing a vicious mask, his heart is still Wu Xie. He can have a lot of petty evils, and he can have a lot of petty moral problems, but when he is faced with the biggest choice, he will always be the Wu Xie who wants everyone to be well.

"I hope that along the way, everyone can live well, and everyone can see their own end. We may not be able to live long, but let us live the life we deserve. "Wu Xie prayed to the sky as Pan Zi was dying, even though he was in a dark cave. He blames himself for everything, and he can't face the meaning of his journey. This is Wu Xie, the "white ride" he has in the team, the most wasted leader in the Iron Triangle, he needs the protection of others, he needs the help of others, he has endless curiosity and desire, but as long as one person is hurt, everything about himself is not important. He is an ordinary person who wants you to live, no matter how much he hates you. Because he doesn't know killing, he doesn't understand the wealth that transcends life, he only understands the value of the word "alive".

Stuffy Oil Bottle: This is a powerful man like a god and Buddha. With him in the space, I can always write with extra ease, because as long as he is around, he can block all the disasters and pain for you, he has no words, he will not be happy, he will not grieve, he is always like a porcelain doll, standing there silently, looking at everything lightly, however, you know that he cares about you. There is never one person who can give you as much security as he does. However, for some reason, when I write about this man's actions, I always have a deep sadness in my heart.

As he said, he is a man without a past and a future, and his only connection to the world does not seem to have much value. He didn't know where he came from, he didn't know where he was going. He only knew that he was in this world and had opinions about what he had to do. "Can you imagine? One day, when you wake up from a cave, you don't know anything, you look around in confusion, you already have a responsibility that you have to shoulder, you don't have the right to see the scenery along the way, you can't enjoy friends and lovers, all the good things in your life, in the moment you are conscious, have no meaning for you. ”

Zhang Qiling is like this, silently carrying his fate. What hurts my heart the most is that he just carries it lightly, as if it were all taken for granted, as if it were just a trivial matter of inconsequential importance. If you ask him, he will just silently shake his head and say to you, "It's okay. "That's the man I wrote about. He bears the most painful fate in the world, even a thousand times more painful than death, yet he is neither angry nor handsome, neither evasive nor painful. He's right there, telling you all the people he's protecting, and that's okay.

In Notes on Tomb Robbery. At the end of "Twist", I put him to sleep again, and ten years later, I had the opportunity to wake him up again. It may not be a good ending, not for all of them. But, I can't really think of a better ending for him.

Fat Man: The fat man is a person who is thick and fine, on the whole, I think he is a thin person, and even on many levels, he is a little more fine than Wu Xie. Fat people give the impression that they are always giggling and always getting into trouble. He has his own stinky problems, but I still think he's the most normal of the three. In other words, if you want to choose someone to be your husband, among these three people, only the fat man can be competent. If innocence is the kind of person who avoids pain, and the little brother is the kind of person who ignores pain, then the fat man is the only kind of person who can dissolve pain. Of these people, the fat man is undoubtedly the one who has suffered the most. The so-called bearing means that the fat man can feel the pain hurting himself, instead of being like the little brother, the endless pain passes through his body, he just nods his head. A person who understands suffering and has endured so much suffering, dissolves it one by one, and is truly happy from the bottom of his heart, we can almost call it a Buddha. Yes, the fat man is the Buddha who sees through everything.

In a way, there is more to his jokes. He patted the innocent shoulder and said the sentence "innocent", which was already very transparent to Wu Xie, and he was able to nod his head with the little brother tacitly to outflank any danger, which showed that he also fully understood the blank in the little brother's heart. However, in the end, the fat man finally couldn't bear it anymore. After the cloud died, could his strong heart still dissolve the intense grief? He found that his heart was unwilling to dissolve, and he didn't want this pain to be the same as his previous pain, and finally become that ethereal. The fat man chose to let this pain be with him forever.

I wrote that the fat man was holding the corpse of the cloud and wept bitterly, and said to Wu Xie: "I really like it, I have never joked. "I couldn't stop crying. I regret not writing more for him and the clouds in front of me, so that he and the clouds can have more memories. For the fat man, his love is simple, like is like, there are not so many reasons, there is no need to get along so much.

Audio-Technica: I don't know if the relationship between them is illustrated, is it a friend? I feel like they've gone beyond being friends. They have their own goals, and in the end, they all give up their own goals; Is it a loved one? I don't think it's that they are alienated and guessing at each other, but this alienation is a kind of silent protection. Everything seems to be out of the most basic feelings: I hope you can be safe, whether it is Wu Xie tracking and persuading the stuffy oil bottle for thousands of miles, or the fat man helping Wu Xie get into danger without asking for money, or the stuffy oil bottle repeatedly rescued the two of them and put himself in danger. "This is my friend, please go away and tell your boss that if my friend is hurt in the slightest, I will definitely kill him, even if I run to the ends of the earth, I can find him, anyway, I have time." The stuffy oil bottle said this lightly, and behind him were the fat man and Wu Xie who were at a loss.

"I tell you, even if he wants to destroy all my inheritance, I will not frown. This is my Wu family's property, and I want him to lose in whoever he wants. I have not come here today to ask for your consent to this matter, but to inform you. Who dares to say a word of nonsense to Zhang Ye again, just like this case! Wu Xie smashed through the desk with his not completely strong fist. At that moment, his anger didn't make him feel the intense pain of his finger bones shattering. "Fat man, I'll stay here, there are only two people who can let me go out from here, one is your naïve, and the other is the little brother. You must live well, and don't have anything to bother the fat man and me, you know that the fat man is old. Of course, it is also a beautiful thing for us to die together in the fight. If you really have one day, you feel that there is a place you have to go to and there is a lot of luck, you must call me, don't let the fat man have any regrets in this life. "This is the Iron Triangle.