Chapter 92: Chen Meng

I looked into the fat man's eyes. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info: Fatty, this isn't the first time I've said that. Even though every time I feel like I can do it without dying. But every time they died.

I nodded. Then the fat man patted me on the shoulder, turned around and quickly got out of the car and disappeared around the corner of the street.

I don't know how the fat man did to get rid of those people, and I don't want to know. But when the fat man came back, I found that the fat man had some blood stains on his body. It's not much, but I found out.

"That's it, let's go." The fat man got into the car and glanced at me in the rearview mirror.

The car started and we continued to set off.

I once asked the fat man, after killing so many people, doesn't he feel it? The corners of the fat man's mouth moved, as if he wanted to say something. But after brewing for a long time, I only exhaled a little in the end.

Killing, if you feel that you are not standing in front of a person, will you still feel it?

Before dawn, we finally found a place that was so dilapidated that it was almost impossible to consider a hostel.

I remember that in the past, the kind of room we have now should be called a Chase Shop.

We moved in at dawn, so when we got into the room, we saw that many people were still sleeping in their beds. And because no one slept at night, our place was directly occupied.

The fat man looked at us, and the man who was going to go over to us called out to the man who occupied our bunk. Kelan suddenly grabbed him.

The fat man was about to ask what he was doing, but he saw Lan make a gesture not to speak. Then I saw Ran looking at the shoes next to the shop.

The fat man looked at the shoes and didn't understand what Lan meant.

"All cloth shoes." Lan said. "It's for the ground."

The fat man was stunned for a moment, then walked over lightly, picked up a shoe and looked at it carefully. Then I noticed that the fat man's eyes widened the more he looked at them. After looking at a few shoes, the fat man tiptoed back.

"There's mud underneath the shoes, fresh." The fat man retreated to the door and said in a low voice.

"How?" I was stunned. Although from what Lan just said, it was guessed that those people inside were also buried in the tomb. But I really don't have experience in how to distinguish such people.

"The cloth shoes are lightweight, the soles are muddy, and the toe caps are very worn." The fat man said. "This is what the older generation did when they went to the ground."

I frowned and asked the fat man, "What about that...... ...... they came here too? ”

The fat man shook his head: "Not necessarily. There isn't necessarily just one tomb in this place. And according to the dress of those people, they should be from the north. The northern faction advocates using the old method to fight backwards, and their old-fashioned methods of finding dragons and points are outdated compared to the southern faction. So it's unlikely that they'll find the exact location of the tomb before we do. ”

"Just because it's not a probability doesn't mean it's not likely." I say. "And we don't know when they got here. Wouldn't it be ...... if they had arrived a few months before us?"

"Hey, don't worry. If you arrive before us, it won't be long before you arrive. The fat man said. Don't look at the Northern faction's inverted fighting skills are a bit backward, but after all, it is also the wisdom of several generations before and after. Slow won't go anywhere. And since they can sleep here so peacefully, then you can rest assured. The people of the northern faction like to act at night. Since they are still asleep here, it means that they have just returned. Coming back so early means that they didn't make the right hole, and they didn't find the entrance to the dungeon after going down. So it turned back again. ”

"Stay in the courtyard for a while, and then go in when they wake up." Lan said suddenly.

The fat man and I looked at Lan at the same time, and found that Lan had already gone to the corner of the courtyard to sit.

By the time it dawned, I was almost asleep. I was in a daze, and the fat man suddenly tugged at my clothes. I woke up almost immediately, and looked at the fat man who was just about to speak, only to find that the fat man made a silent gesture to me. Then he motioned for me to look over to Lan.

I turned my head to look at the corner where Lan was leaning against and saw that the person was gone.

The fat man tugged at my clothes again and tilted his head at me. I looked in the direction of his head and saw that Lan had fallen on the roof of the house for some reason.

I looked at the fat man with a puzzled expression. only to find that the fat man still made a silent gesture, then pointed to his ear, and then to the room.

I understand in seconds. Nodding his head, he motioned to him that I was listening too.

Sure enough, I held my breath and listened carefully for a while, and I heard some rustling noises coming from the room. Didn't hear it very clearly. It's a bit like people whispering inside, and it's a bit like the sound of plastic bags rubbing. After listening for a while, I felt the sound in the room stop. At this time, the fat man immediately gave me a look, and then closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. As soon as I saw it, I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes.

After a while, I heard someone coming out of the house. And there is more than one. Even though their footsteps were muffled, I heard a lot of footsteps. And judging by the footsteps, all the people inside should have come out.

I don't know how the people who came out of the house would react to me and the fat man lying by the wall like this, but I'm sure that if those people dared to do something to us, Ran lurking on the roof would kill them before they could do it.

The men came out of the house, and when they found us, they seemed to be stunned for a moment, and their steps slowed down. But I didn't stay too long, and went straight out.

Not long after the men were out, Lan rolled off the roof.

"Gone." Lan said.

The fat man and I opened our eyes and looked around. Sure enough, the people were gone.

"They went out with something." Lan said.

The fat man and I glanced at each other, and before the fat man could express his opinion, he heard Lan continue: "Follow them and see if they hit the wall." ”

Hit the wall. It just means that it is exactly the same as our goal. It was the first time I had heard Lan speak to us in black words.

The fat man nodded: "Hey, fat man, I just wanted to say follow them." ”

Lan glanced at us and went straight out.

There were probably seven or eight of those people last night. But when I first met them, I was a little dazed, and I didn't have the heart to look at them closely. Now it's dawn, plus a little rest. That's a chance to see them as they are.

The youngest of those people should be less than thirty years old, and the oldest may be five. Those people didn't seem to hide their intentions, and those tools and stuff were carried in a sack and carried on their backs.

"Hey, with this arrogance, aren't you afraid of being discovered?" The fat man asked.

I didn't know if the fat man was talking to me or to Lan, so I ignored him.

When the fat man saw that no one was paying attention to him, he said to himself: "But I can understand it - such a patched dress and carrying a sack." Damn, it's like picking up trash. ”

I glanced at the fat man: "Beggar gang? ”

The fat man was stunned: "Yo, you still understand, Qiao Gang Leader?" ”

I arched my hand: "Don't dare to be." Hong Qigong. ”

After following the men for a while, we slowly followed into a mountainous area outside the city.

I followed them for a long, long way up the mountain, and when I was almost tired and lay down, they finally stopped.

"Yo, don't say it. I'm always getting older, and these people are quite vigilant. I haven't looked back on it all the way. The fat man said. We were still more than a hundred meters away from them. But then again, the fat man was right. They really haven't let their guard down all the way. Whether in the city or out of the city, their vigilance is very high. And I've also seen another way to counter-track. That is, every time they walked, one of their team would leave and scatter around, monitoring their surroundings for them. After confirming that no one is following, the person who left the party returns to the group, and the other person leaves the group to monitor the previous person. In this reciprocating cycle, it is almost silent. At first, the fat man and I thought that someone in their team was asking for a belly, so we left for a while. In the end, it was Lan who found out in time and prevented us from continuing to follow up. This was not discovered by the other party.

We walked almost half a day's walk on the mountain road. When they stopped, I looked at the time, and it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon.

We hid a long way away from them, and let the fat man help keep an eye on them.

They began to make food by burying fires. When we saw it, the fat man said that they must be ready to eat and go down to the thief's hole. And by the way, he complained that the northern faction is like this, and they all fucking like to act at night.

Here it is necessary to explain the difference between the two factions of the north and the south in this regard.

In fact, it is very simple to say. The Southern School, as the name suggests, is the Tufuzi distributed in the southern part of our country. Over the years, the people of the Southern School gradually learned to use high-end tools to carry out inverted buckets and tombs. How kind of explosives, searchlights, detectors and the like are used perfectly? But the northern faction is different. They have inherited the ancient traditions of the Northern School, and have always insisted on using the oldest method to carry out the activities of going down to the tomb and pouring down. The most representative tools in this may be the fire fold and the Luoyang shovel. Of course, I don't deny that I've used this stuff before. And I actually have an indifferent attitude towards this kind of branch of the North and the South. As long as it works for me, then I will take it. I'll throw it away if it's useless. is the so-called Siyi's long skills to self-improvement. Besides, I don't belong to either of the North or the South.

However, I can see from the fat man's tone towards the northern faction that the fat man seems to be from the southern faction. But after thinking about it carefully, when I was under the plank road of the thousand coffins, I remember that the fat man seemed to say it to me. He said that he was an independent sect and did not belong to any faction.

"Let's hurry up and get something to eat." The fat man came back to us. "When they go down, let's go down and have a look." After the fat man finished speaking, he found that Lan's face was wrong, so he asked her, "Sister Lan, what's wrong?" ”

"It's not the right terrain." Lan said. "This terrain is not suitable for feng shui tombs. Burying people in such a place is easy to pick up corpses. ”

The fat man was stunned for a moment, and reflexively looked at the direction of the surrounding mountains. After looking at it for a while, he suddenly slapped his thigh: "Oh, I'm." I said how to walk the more uncomfortable it became. What the fuck is this...... This terrain is a big murderer. ”

I don't know why, when I heard the fat man say that the big murderer was a big murderer, I thought of big breasts.

By the time we finished eating, it was completely dark. After packing up his things, the fat man took the lead and touched it over there.

At such a distance, those people did not catch fire. No matter how good a fat person's eyesight is, it is impossible to see it.

After touching some distance forward, we directly touched the place where they were burying the fire and making food.

The fat man looked at the charcoal fire that was buried in the earth, but it was still smoking, and he snorted and pulled the dirt bag away with his foot. The charcoal fire inside was revealed, which had not been completely extinguished.

"Sake lees?" The fat man crouched down and looked at what was left of the charcoal fire, and frowned. Then he carefully pinched a little bit of the soot and put it in the palm of his hand, took it under his nose and sniffed it. Then I pinched a little more and put it in my mouth and chewed it, and finally spit it out with a "phew".

I watched the fat man's series of actions, and said to myself how the more he looked at it, the more it looked like he was testing his whiteness. The concentration of the powder.

The fat man stood up again and looked at me, as if he wanted to say something. But in the end, he sighed: "Forget it, I told you that you don't understand." After speaking, he looked at Lan and said, "Sister Lan, this wine is not ordinary wine." ”

I snorted: "Hmph, is it still a special Moutai?" ”

The fat man said "hey": "Hey, you don't understand this." This northern faction has the rules of the northern faction to go to the ground. If it's just a simple tomb, then at most it's just a handful of incense and it's fine. But now it's different. As he spoke, the fat man pointed to the charcoal fire in his leg: "This is sake lees." It means that they drank wine before they went to the bottom, and they were bold. ”

I shrugged, "Oh? So why not warm up with a drink? I remember that people in the north basically have this habit, right? It's time to work in the fields, drink some wine to warm up your body, and make it easier to move. There's nothing wrong with that. ”

"That's not right." Lan said. "This wine is not for warming. It's for courage. ”

As soon as I saw Lan Ye standing on the fat man's side, the whole person was stunned for a moment. The heart says I'm, isn't it? Why is Lan standing over there? But I heard Lan continue: "The Northern Sect has a rule. If the tomb is very dangerous, and the tomb has to be lowered, then a special wine must be used to strengthen the courage. This kind of wine is called Chen Meng. (To be continued.) )