Chapter 430: Under Mount Fuji, Tomb of the Living Dead (1)
Out of the gate, Wang Yu was lying on a green bamboo rocking chair, leisurely crossing Erlang's legs, holding a small purple sand teapot in his hand, sipping mouth-to-mouth from time to time. On the side of the rocking chair, there is a small pine table with four dishes on display, as well as a bottle of rice wine and two porcelain cups.
In addition, there were two young women with good faces and scantily clad standing behind Wang Yu, gently shaking their pu fans to cool him off.
"Little brother, come here, I'll be waiting for you. Wang Yu stood up and greeted.
I couldn't help but shake my head, although his light skills were good, how could the whole street be Zhang Quanzhong's dead soldiers. As long as he lands, he will be in the net of others.
"Mr. Wang, I thought you had slipped away a long time ago. "I walked over and someone immediately brought another recliner and asked me to sit down.
Wang Yu laughed: "This old Hu - no, this old Zhang really has a set, as soon as I fell, I was stumbled and overturned, and then I have been drinking tea and blowing wind here." How are you? You're here to be a lobbyist for Lao Zhang, right?"
I promised Zhang Quanzhong to persuade Wang Yu, but I didn't think of anything in my head, and I didn't organize a logical reason, so as soon as I sat down, I was cold and let Wang Yu ridicule.
"As I said earlier, on the neck of the knife holder, there are still those two words - 'don't save the Japanese'!" Wang Yu said.
Lian Chengbi stood behind me and couldn't help but laugh out loud. Dozens of people around him also laughed, and the scene burst into laughter.
"What are you laughing at? I don't save the Japanese, is it so funny? At least half of my Wang family's five suits died under the Japanese swords and guns, so I set a rule for myself, Wang's snuff will never be sold to Japan, the Japanese devils are carrying mountains of gold to beg me, and I still have those two wordsββ"
I couldn't help but correct it for him: "Mr. Wang, 'don't save the Japanese' is five words, not two words. β
Wang Yu slapped his right hand on his thigh, making a "snap" sound: "Ah, I feel that I am talking a little wrong, it turns out that the problem is here! Okay, little brother, you are my one-word teacher, come, let's have a good snuff and exchange." β
He took out the snuff box, and without waiting for me to stretch out his hand, he leaned over and grabbed my right hand, pointing to the recess on the side of my right wrist: "Here, it is the most wonderful acupuncture point on the human body, we call it 'rhinitis acupoint'." As soon as the snuff hits here, it has already sensed the human body, and then inhaled into the nose and quickly reached the veins. Let me ask you, why do women only spray perfume at the base of their ears and in the middle of their wrists when they wear perfume in summer, this is the principle of 'vein sensing'......"
As he spoke, he dropped a pinch of snuff in the recess of my wrist and a pinch in the recess of his own wrist.
There is nothing unusual about his movements, but what is suspicious is his nagging. He said too much rambling, and the fundamental purpose was to distract me.
It was about eight o'clock in the evening, and the night was already very dark. There is a street lamp in front of the right side of the rocking chair, but the lampshade is dusty and the light is not bright.
Therefore, in this case, there is a slight change in the color of brown snuff, which the average person will not notice.
"Please, little brother?" Wang Yu said.
"Please. "I was keenly aware that this time the snuff was greener, finer and smoother than the last time he gave me, like artificial sand in an hourglass bottle.
"He wants to calculate me?" I thought several times in a row as I lowered my head to smoke.
Of course, I could choose to refuse to smoke his snuff to avoid harm, but then the relationship between the two people would be completely frozen, and I would not be able to persuade him to save people.
The lesser of two evils, I settled down and inhaled all the pinch of snuff.
"Good smoke, good smoke, hahahaha......" Wang Yu laughed and gave me a thumbs up.
Like last time, the smoke got into my nasal cavity and gave me a biting chill, but it didn't make me extremely excited.
"Little brother, are you deep enough?" Wang Yu stared at my eyes tightly.
I was wary of poisoning the cigarette residue of the other party, so after inhaling it in the nasal cavity, luck control caused the cigarette to stay at the end of the bridge of the nose and did not continue to penetrate.
"Mr. Wang, I'm just a small person in the rivers and lakes, and I can't talk about my determination or indetermination. I smoked your good cigarettes, I can't repay it, and I'm very ashamed that I came to be a lobbyist for Mr. Zhang. "I lowered my voice to save my energy, carefully controlling the airflow in my nasal passages so that the smoke did not float.
"Say, what good can I do to save the Japanese?" Wang Yu asked with a stinging voice.
"It's not good, but it makes a good marriage. I replied.
"It's good-" Lian Chengbi interjected, "Mr. Wang, I have an axe in my class, you are a snuff maker, I wonder if you will use the unique gold menthol on the Loess Plateau when making tobacco? I promise you, if you help Mr. Xia and Mr. Zhang, I will exclusively supply you with the menthol produced on the Loess Plateau within ten years, so that other snuff manufacturers will not have the possibility of overtaking in corners." In the Ming and Qing dynasties, golden menthol was exclusively for the royal office, and the common people couldn't even see it. β
Wang Yu's eyes lit up: "Really?"
Lian Chengbi nodded: "The gentleman has no jokes, but you have to help Mr. Xia solve his urgent needs first." β
In my opinion, what Lian Chengbi and Wang Yu are talking about is an exchange of interests, which has nothing to do with the morality, feelings, and responsibilities of the Jianghu people.
In the same way, the fate of Zhang Quanzhong and Jingguan Xiaowu's escape is also their own selfishness, and has nothing to do with national interests and the Chinese nation. If all the thaumaturgists were like him, then our great Central Plains country would not be a country or a family.
"You agreed?" asked Lian Chengbi.
Wang Yu smiled: "Agreed? Joke! How could I betray my fundamental principles because of menthol?"
As the two of them talked, I kept thinking about Wang Yu's weaknesses and weaknesses.
He asked me about the official lady, and so far, that is the only weakness he has exposed.
I stretched out my hand, knocked three times on the low table, and whispered the name of the official lady: "Guan Yousheng." β
Wang Yu pretended to ignore it, but his eyebrows trembled, and he couldn't hide his thoughts.
"Guan Yousheng was with me for the last few days of her life, and even after she died, I still gave her a ride. If you want to know about her, just ask me. I must know everything, I must know everything. However, before that, please help Mr. Zhang. It's not easy for him and Jingguan Xiaowu, and now that he is a mountain nine thousands, you can't just watch him fall short, right?" I said lightly.
Wang Yu shook his head: "Little brother, you just reminded me." Not only did I refuse to save the three Japanese who were soaked in the water tank, but I was absolutely incurable for this Jingguan Xiaowu. I am a principled person, otherwise I would not be able to settle down in Jinan City. β
I know that only when we see each other can we be sincerely united.
"Mr. Wang, there is a mystery in the snuff you just gave me, and now no matter what you want to do to me, I will cooperate, how about it?" I said bluntly.
Wang Yu squinted at me: "Really?"
I raised my hand and pressed my left nostril, and with the force of my right nostril, I inhaled the snuff that was controlled in my nasal cavity and immediately inhaled it into my internal organs.
"Tom, tom, tom", I suddenly heard the sound of another person's heartbeat.
"Don't be afraid, it's me. Wang Yu's voice came down the wind.
I remained silent, my right hand pressed against the low table.
"I'm going to find Guan Yousheng's information, and I have to borrow it from you. You are worthy of being a super master among the younger generation, and no matter what method I use, I have not been able to completely envelop you. Now, we can only meet each other in arms and invite each other violently. He said.
I sat upright, unmoved, and replied calmly: "I am selfless in my heart, the world is wide, no matter what you want to see, I can provide it." My only wish is for you to come to the rescue. β
Only by rescuing the three visitors from Mt. Fuji can we further rescue Jingguan Xiaomai. This process is a layer-by-layer relationship, so Wang Yu's cooperative attitude is crucial.
"There is no way to save the Japanese. "Wang Yu's attitude remains tough.
"If I tell you that even Guan Yousheng has half Japanese blood in his body, will you be able to change your mind?" I said calmly.
"Haha, no, impossible!" Wang Yu shook his head.
I closed my eyes and used my subconscious mind to track the smoke that had entered my respiratory system. The smoke was so fine that it had a special infiltrating power, and it had split in two at the intersection of my nasal cavity and the end of my palate, one attacking the brain stem and the other sinking between the heart and lungs.
The brain and heart are the two key points for human memory storage, and Wang Yu used the power of snuff to break into the core of my memory, just to examine my real experience.
Aunt Guan exists in my experience, as much as I see, Wang Yu can see.
In the process, my body has become an undefended city, with all four doors wide open and unimpeded. In order to fulfill my mission as a lobbyist, I am willing to put myself in danger from a high place.
While recalling Aunt Guan, the bits and pieces of life on Qushuiting Street in the past resurfaced in my mind.
Every household in Qushuiting Street has a running water pipe, but most people are still willing to go to the river to carry water for laundry. Of course, the old neighbors still retain the traditional washboard and mallet laundry methods, and refuse to use laundry detergent so as not to pollute the river water.
According to the old rules of Jinan City, from morning to noon, you can only carry a bucket to fetch water, and you must not directly dip your hands and feet into the river, let alone mop and wash rags. In other words, the whole river is kept absolutely clean all morning, and this rule must be observed regardless of whether it is upstream or downstream. After noon, this "clean river" time is over, and everyone can use water freely.
The people of Jinan are simple and simple, and there are many spontaneous "rules" of various people. When outsiders first arrive here, they break the rules, and they will immediately arouse public anger, and they will be scolded at least and beaten at worst.
I like Qushuiting Street, and I also like these rules left by my ancestors in Jinan. The reason why he stood up against the thaumaturgists from other places was to try his best to maintain these rules, so that the people of Jinan City and future generations could enjoy this good water and soil gifted by God.
It is no accident that the official lady is also such a person, she does not seek fame, does not chase huge profits, and is busy for the people of Qushuiting Street, and she is exhausted until she does her best.
I hope that Wang Yu can understand the painstaking efforts of Aunt Guan, in that case, his heart can also be touched and his wrong concept can be reversed.
"Ahh
"Tomb of the Living Dead...... At the foot of Mt. Fuji, the tomb of the living dead...... It turns out that all the complicated changes are related to the tomb of the living dead?" Wang Yu couldn't get up, and supported the ground with one hand, his face full of horror.
"What do you see?" asked Lian Chengbi.
Wang Yu didn't care about Lian Chengbi's tone, and still maintained a half-kneeling posture, looking up at me.
I didn't know what he had explored, but I just sat calmly and waited for his answer.
"I know, I know......" sweat broke out on Wang Yu's forehead.
I don't ask why, I go straight to the result: "Now, did you promise to save them?"
Wang Yu raised his hands and wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead vigorously, still groaning.
"Only by saving them can we have the opportunity to move forward and accomplish more things together. Mr. Wang, whether the future is a smooth road or a dead end, this moment is all in your hands. "Knock on the side of the city.
"What if...... If it is related to the tomb of the living dead, every thaumaturgist in the Central Plains has an unshirkable responsibility. Wang Yu replied in a trembling voice, "However, how could Guan Yousheng have anything to do with the Tomb of the Living Dead? Even if half of her bloodline comes from Japan, it may not have anything to do with the Tomb of the Living Dead? Twenty years ago, when she saw her, she never mentioned it, did she deliberately conceal it? Or did she not want to accept me at all? The master from the Tomb of the Living Dead must have shouldered a great mission to shake the heavens and the earth, and when she died, who was entrusted with that mission? In Jinan City, who else was worthy of her trust besides me? Who else, who else ......?"
My heart suddenly lit up, and I tried to connect the events that happened during the time period before and after the death of the official lady. She died in the old house on the street, and before she died, the people in Yanwang's Mansion were near Zuo, and there was an unclear relationship with her death. After her death, her body was sent to the funeral home, and she was immediately transferred to the mirror room at the behest of Tang Wan to start a new round of in-depth research on her. In this process, the Tangmen in Shuzhong, the divine doctor, the experts in the mirror room, the masters of the Miao Jiang Gu technique, and the experts in the 51 region all appeared, and they were more or less involved with the official lady.
At that time, I thought that Aunt Guan was just a little-known small character, and the mirror room's analysis of her was to see the face of Tang Wan and the miracle doctor, which was tantamount to being a favor.
In retrospect, this judgment could not have been more wrong.
If the official lady is related to the tomb of the living dead in Japan, then whether she is alive or dead, she will be the focus of attention of the thaumaturgical sect.