Old Man Zhao's purpose makes me wonder a little, what stone is so precious? Before the whole operation began, he was willing to put four million dollars on me, what kind of treasure should that stone be?

Tofu saw that I didn't answer, a little anxious, this kid has always been restless, he poked my waist, and said, "You're fucking dumb, what about talking to you?" ”

This kid, if you ignore him, he can keep pulling you down, so I said: "I don't know what kind of stone, maybe there is something wrong with Old Man Zhao's values." There is a saying that it is difficult to buy a good heart, and maybe people like that stone. However, the mention of stones reminds me of a story. ”

I used to work as a fishmonger for a while, when I didn't have any money, and I used to collect illicit fish, that is, fish that was caught illegally.

Fishing is a risky job, and the general equipment is not very good, so you have to worry about patrolling and resist the changeable environment at sea, so you can't do this line of work, and the family conditions are not good, but where the conditions are good, you will not do this kind of risky work.

I often buy from a fishmonger surnamed Feng, once a week, and I am also an old acquaintance, and when I go out, he prepares the fish. As a result, I went once, but there were no fish.

Feng Peddler said: "Ouch brother, I'm sorry, aren't I sick, I just came back from the Ghost Gate a few days ago, and I forgot to notify you, so I'm sorry to make you run for nothing." ”

I scolded in my heart: Which tendon in this surnamed Feng's head is wrong, and he didn't notify me early if he didn't have any fish, who would I go to for the transportation cost of this trip? Although I am not happy in my heart, since people are sick, I can't find trouble, right?

So I said, "Where, since I'm sick, I'll go to another house to get some." I'm here today, just to see you. Lao Feng, you are usually in good health, don't you often tell me that you have strong bones, kidneys, and waist, and are you the little overlord of the South China Sea? Why didn't you see it for a week, and it softened like this? ”

Feng Peddler smiled bitterly and said, "Don't make fun of me, it's unlucky, do you know what I encountered when I went to sea this time?" Before I could speak, he spoke to me.

It turned out that they went out to sea to fish, because they were private boats, so they didn't dare to drive too far and too deep, usually in the near sea, and often salvaged some shellfish. This kind of thing is generally not sold because it is relatively scattered, but when you meet a large one, you will usually open it on the spot to see if there are any pearls inside.

Although the odds of this are small, it is not uncommon for no one to encounter them.

On that day, he caught a big guy in a net, a particularly big old shell, the shell on the surface was calcified, and the variety could not be seen at all, and only two people could lift it.

I used a pry to pry it that day, but I couldn't get it open, and I didn't dare to smash it, for fear that if there was something inside, what if it was broken? It was late at night, and everyone was sleepy, so they decided to wait until the next day to open the shellfish.

That night, Feng had a dream in which the shell spoke to him. The shell begged Lao Feng to let it go, saying that it was not easy for him to live such a long time, and he did not have pearls in his stomach.

Lao Feng woke up the next day, just thought he had a strange dream, and he didn't go to his heart, beckoned a few relatives who were fishing on the boat together, and immediately pried open the old mussel, and there was a pearl as big as a dragon's eye inside.

The price of pearls fluctuates greatly, but the better the color, the bigger, the price is also doubled, and such a big pearl is probably more powerful than the top pearl on the head of Emperor Qianlong.

After winning the pearl, everyone was overjoyed, and immediately Feng Dealer came out, found the right way, sold it to the black market, and made a lot of money.

As a result, when he came to the door at night, the people on the road came to the door, and beat Feng Dealer all the badly, and the money was forced to be transferred back, saying that the pearl was a rotten stone at all.

Feng Dealer was beaten and lying on the bed, how could he not believe it, he was obviously selling pearls, how could he become a rotten stone?

When Tofu heard this, he immediately said: "It must be that old clam who became a fine and was killed by Feng Dealer, and he was unwilling, so he deliberately retaliated and turned the pearl into a rotten stone." ”

I couldn't help but laugh and said, "You believe everything." I think it should be that the people there see that Feng Dealer has no power and power, and wants to eat black and black, the origin of the pearl is unknown, and if he robs it, he will rob it, can Feng Dealer still call the police? ”

Tofu argued with me on this issue, and the two of us went back to our residence, each busy, waiting for someone from Zhao Erye's side in the evening.

I lay in bed, counting the five million. The money must be split in half with tofu, the two of us are 2.5 million yuan each, and after I pay off the debt here, there are only a few words left. As for tofu, he suddenly became a millionaire, and I turned my head to look at Tofu, who was on the sofa, watching TV, picking at his feet, and completely unconscious as a rich man, and couldn't help but shake my head.

Lack of brain roots and tendons is a disease, and it must be cured.

It is no wonder that throughout the ages, in history, such as Cao Mengde, Chu Overlord and others, they have all done the work of digging graves to pay for military salaries, and it turns out that this is really an industry that gets rich quickly.

While waiting, I couldn't help but take out my grandfather's work notebook again, and looked at the not-so-neat handwriting on it, and my heart turned countless turns. This is a work note, this is clearly a tomb robbery encyclopedia that hides countless riches!

I always thought that my grandfather didn't come back because he was too old and folded in a mushroom. Looking back now, my grandfather often looked at me with a worried eye at that time, and finally left this notebook to me, thinking that at that time he was worried about the curse.

When my grandfather disappeared, he was in his sixties, and fourteen years have passed in a blink of an eye, and if he was still alive, he would be close to eighty years old.

I think the chances of him alive are very slim, but I can't figure out where grandpa's last time went?

Will he not give up and enter the tomb of the Giant Ear King again?

I was young and ignorant, and I didn't think deeply. When I look back on those days, I suddenly find that something is wrong. When my grandfather was leaving, he said, "Leave this notebook to me, in case something happens, it's better to have a thought."

At this moment, he may have had a premonition that something would happen. And this notebook is not like an ordinary work notebook. In the early stage, it was written about some of his grandfather's tomb robbing experiences and some of the skills taught by Bai Laosi, but it was not exhaustive.

It's just that in the later stage, the style of the notes changed suddenly, and the writing was extremely detailed, almost equivalent to a guide to tomb robbing. I guess that the old man kept one hand at the time, afraid that if he folded it outside and cursed me, I didn't understand anything, so I could only sit and wait, so I left this work notebook as a guide.

At this time, I think about it, grandpa is really well-intentioned.

So in this work notebook, will there be any clues? I flipped through the notes from beginning to end, and it took me more than four hours to read them, and I had read them countless times, but every time I looked through them, I felt different, but I still didn't find any special information.

Not long after reading it, someone came to the door, and it was the bald middle-aged man, who was the 'palm eye' of our next operation, since we had cooperated and the money was taken, naturally we couldn't be tense anymore.

He looks fierce on the outside, in his thirties, but when his momentum is relaxed, he is still a good person, and his speech is not vulgar. After finishing a while, he said that his surname was Wei, his name was Nanjing, and people on the road used to call him Wei bald.

Tofu said: "Defend Nanjing? ”

Wei bald his head smiled; "Yes, my grandfather's generation was from Nanjing and experienced the Nanjing Massacre."

Then he spoke: "Two, how are the things prepared?" Tofu pointed to the table, as soon as the items were ready, the 'Ghost King Yulong Cup' was also placed safely on the table, and there was a bottle of liquor next to it, ready to be used to get information.

Wei Guangtou nodded, walked to the table, and transferred the other objects next to him directly to the sofa. Immediately after that, he opened the bottle and poured wine into the glass. The jade cup was as thin as paper, the shape was clumsy, and the wine was poured down, faintly transparent.

Immediately afterwards, Wei Guangtou actually took out a 'jade beauty' from his pocket, which is a white candle in jargon. 、

As the lights went out and the curtains obscured, the room was plunged into darkness. Wei Guangtou lit the jade beauty, and the candlelight flickered, emitting a faint orange light. The wine in that glass rippled slightly, and was dizzying in a warm color with the halo.

At this moment, Wei Guangtou held up the Ghost King Yulong Cup, flushed it to the position of the candlelight, gestured at us, and motioned for us to come forward.

The three of us were almost glued together, the candlelight was baking our faces, a little itchy, and in the transparent jade cup, the wine vibrated slightly, and with this shock, like a mirage, some strange orange lines appeared.

These orange lines change with the fluttering of the drink, some like people, some like buildings, some like words, outlining the transformation effect like a movie, dazzling and fascinating.

This extraordinary skill can no longer be described as a ghostly workmanship. According to legend, this was made by a tomb robber in the Qing Dynasty, and at this time, I already had some doubts that this was something that could be made by manpower.

The contents of the jade cup are abstract, about three minutes at a time, and then calm down. We looked away and blinked our eyes, which were so sore from the long stare that we were, and the three of us looked at each other in shock.

Although Wei Guangtou had expected it, it was still difficult to hide his shock when he saw this extraordinary skill with his own eyes.