"Young masters, you ...... What are you going to do? Don't scare me! I, Ma San, swear to Chairman Mao that I didn't lie!" His actions frightened Ma San, thinking that Wushuang was going to use some cruel means to solve him.

"Old thief, don't move! Be honest! If my master wants to kill you, do you need to do it yourself?" Lan Caidie held him down.

Wushuang's thumb searched for a moment in his messy hair, and finally found the lifeline that the ancestor said in "A Thousand Machines and Thieves". This craft can be regarded as a branch of the art of Kanyu, there will be a slit on the head, I don't believe you can think about it yourself, no matter who it is, some people's hair is suitable for the middle, some people are suitable for four or six, and some people are three or seven, in short, you pull the hair with your hand and the hair will naturally be separated from that seam.

This is called a lifeline, and everyone's lifeline is different, long and short, but not anyone can touch it. It is required that the strength of the person touching the top is just right, and the sensitivity of the fingers is extremely strong, as if everyone knows the pulse, but except for the old Chinese medicine practitioner who can detect the patient's illness in the human pulse, others can't see anything at all.

This craft can also be regarded as a lost art, Wushuang has been reading the ancient books of the thief for a long time but has never tried it, and today is just taking Ma San to try. What is he going to try? He wants to see if this Ma San is alive or dead now!

He is gifted with intelligence, and he has the blood of the thief Wu Gongyao in his bones, and these thief skills can be learned as soon as he learns them. As his thumb moved little by little on Ma San's lifeline, he also secretly called it, not whether Ma San is dead or alive now, but that Ma San's lifeline has four, each of which is independent, and the first one is long, and the others are very short.

A lifeline is like a life, which means that after Ma San's life is over, he has three more short lives in vain!

Wushuang guessed that Ma San might have fallen to his death after he stumbled and fell into the crack of the Henggu ground in Xing'an Mountains, and now he was using his second life.

"It's really a lifeline for the ages! The third master is really a strange person!" Wushuang said.

"Brother Shuang, will you touch your bones, will you show me?"

"Don't make a fuss, what are you touching a little girl, don't you look like talking, and you're not afraid of people's jokes?"

"Let me ask you, what are those Soviets looking for when they go to Xing'anling?" Wushuang asked Ma San.

"Guys, what I'm telling is the truth, they're confidential, how dare we ask?"

The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against his temple again.

"But...... But it seems to have something to do with some kind of plane, right? I saw that they had a radio on their backs, and they kept following the distress signal sent from the ridge. The translator said that Lao Maozi had a fight for a few days...... The plane crashed. ”

Mushuang's mind raced to find out about the types of airplanes used by the Soviets in that era.

"Junkers?" Wushuang asked.

The old thief echoed: "Yes, yes, that's it, they seem to be looking for this." ”

Lan Caidie asked what kind of plane this was? Xing'an Lingyi led air power to China, so how dare their planes fly to China? Where do they want to attack air? Is it related to the Battle of Zhenbao Island?

Wushuang told her that Junks was a transport plane used by the Soviet Union during World War II, and it was absolutely impossible for him to assist in the Battle of Zhenbao Island, because Ma San kept saying that he was from 1971, and the Battle of Zhenbao Island was suspended in September 1969, and there was no conflict between the two sides since then. Even if the Soviets wanted to fight, they would have to send fighter planes, not transport planes. I think their destination is the Henggu gap in the Xing'an Mountains, don't forget, the map in my hand is left by Lao Maozi during the First World War. They still haunt the secrets that lie beneath them.

Wushuang and Lan Caidie were analyzing the Junkers transport plane that the Soviets crashed in the Khingan Mountains in the 70s, when suddenly there was a buzzing roar above the ancient city of Goryeo, and the eardrums of the people were painful.

"Oh no, the tide is coming, we must hurry away! Lan Caidie dragged Ma San and followed the mysterious Republic of China woman to run up along a rock crack.

Whoa...... The flood poured down from the mouth of the ancient city, and the entire ancient city of Goryeo was once again flooded, and everyone fled in a hurry. Fortunately, there were not too many obstacles in the rock crevice, and everyone circled up, listening to the sound of the water under their feet, and ran wildly, until the last two ears could no longer hear each other's shouts, and their heads were buzzing and the pain was unbearable.

Wushuang knew that they were running up from the underground ancient city at a rapid speed, and the speed of the altitude increase was too fast, and the rapid rise in brain pressure was already unbearable. If you don't find a way to lower your brain pressure, even if you can get out, you will end up dying with blood boiling in your head.

He and Lan Caidie's reaction was the most violent, not to mention that they ran away, the rapid increase in brain pressure led them to be delirious and in a trance, and the two of them squatted on the ground with their hands on their heads and struggled to stand up in pain.

"Needle! Brother Shuang, do you have a needle, give it to me, we must ...... Must ......," Blue Butterfly shouted.

But Wushuang couldn't hear what the little beauty was talking about at all, her eyes were full of white mist, and her vision gradually blurred. He understands that his brain pressure is not only increasing rapidly, but also the temperature of his blood may also be rising, and the best way to do it now is to quickly return to what he just told him to keep his brain pressure stable. It's easy to go back, but the ancient city has been flooded. As the water in the water eye continues to pour in, the entire underground ancient city space will be filled, and not even a little oxygen will be left.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain at the top of his skull, it felt as if a sharp needle had pierced his skull, blood instantly flowed out along with the small wound on his head, his glasses were stained red, he stuck out his tongue and licked his own blood, it was indeed very hot. However, as the blood in his head overflowed from the wound, he felt much more energetic, and his consciousness gradually recovered.

He wiped the blood all over his face, and when he looked back, it turned out to be the sister with the golden mask, she used her slender nails to accurately make a small hole in the top of her head, and the force she used was just right, one less point could not pierce the human skull, and one more point would penetrate the skull and lead the brain to overflow.

She used the same method to make the big butterfly beauty hang the color, and then saw that the two of them regained their senses, and clicked on the hemostatic acupuncture points on their bodies.

"Great grace is not grateful!" Wushuang said respectfully, clasping his fists.

But what was strange to him was that this woman completely ignored the rapid increase in her brain pressure, and even Ma San stood aside and looked at the two of them with a frightened face, without the slightest discomfort.