The old man suddenly showed a look of surprise, and was stunned for two seconds before shouting: "Bing!"

A very crisp voice came from Wang Sheng's side, the rune paper on the ground suddenly spontaneously combusted, and the red flame brought up a wisp of black smoke, in less than five seconds, the flame slowly extinguished, and the smoke also dispersed, and the rune paper on the ground just now had become a strong man.

The strong men's heads were shrouded in a layer of black mist, and they couldn't see their appearance clearly, these strong men were at least one meter eight or more. The skin was dark and shiny, every muscle was very obvious, and the arms were even a little thicker than the bald thighs.

The three of them were surrounded by groups, and the bald head actually had the heart to praise the old man: "Old man, you are really awesome, you can't make a movie like you." ”

Wang Sheng scolded in a low voice: "Don't you think he wants to kill us?"

The bald head said with a proud look: "Kung Fu is high, and I am also afraid of kitchen knives." Lao Tzu has a gun, see what he can do to me. ”

Wang Sheng smiled bitterly: "What you said is so light, can you be sure that we can hit him?"

"Yes, how did I forget!" the bald head asked the old man sharply, "Old man, do you have to fight?"

The old man was still smiling, not saying a word, nor did he make any moves.

Leng Ai said: "The three of us passed by here last night, and saw that there was no one in the house, so we stayed overnight, and asked Duoduo Haihan to disturb the place, because the situation was urgent, we were also inadvertently injured, and please be tolerant and let us go, so as not to cause unnecessary incidents." ”

Leng Ai's tone was flattering, that is, he respected the old man, but there was no lack of threat. The old man's expression still did not change, and he stood there silently.

Wang Sheng learned to say in a cold tone: "We have no intention of offending, and please raise your noble hand and let us go, otherwise it will not be beneficial to anyone to lose both." ”

The old man was there like a telephone pole, not saying a word, and his expression did not change at all.

Wang Sheng said in a low voice: "This old man simply doesn't eat oil and salt, and he still talks about eggs." ”

Just when Wang Sheng and the three of them were at a loss, the old man picked up another yellow talisman and threw it at Wang Sheng and the others. Instead of preemptively, you can't stand and wait to be beaten, if these forty or fifty strong men rush up together, the probability of winning will naturally decrease, and the bald head will shoot at this old man with a gun.

The old man was shocked, but the bullet passed through his body, hit the object and disappeared. The bald head had to release the trigger, and it would be a waste of bullets to continue to fight.

Wang Sheng also completely collapsed, just now his gun could still hurt them, I don't know why, now it actually failed.

The bald head turned the gun and fired more than ten shots at the strong men next to him, and the bullet also passed through their bodies and disappeared into the wall.

Something unexpected happened, dozens of strong men all knelt down, touched their heads baldly and scolded: "Damn! What the hell is this fucking fun for me?"

"Retreat!"

The old man threw out the talisman paper again, the strong man disappeared instantly, Wang Sheng let out a sigh of relief, and pulled the bald head and Leng Ai to leave.

The old man touched his goatee and laughed, "Are you just leaving?"

"Huh, how are you still Yang?" asked Wang Sheng in surprise.

The old man turned to the two young men beside him and said, "Go and take your junior brother for treatment." ”

Wang Sheng looked at the two young men walking towards the corridor and kindly reminded the old man: "He suffered a gunshot wound, and the bullet should be taken out in time, otherwise his life will be in danger." ”

"It's okay, I'm the hospital here. ”

"But ......"

The old man waved his hand and said, "As soon as the guards come out, all the bones will wither, what is your purpose?"

"What?" Wang Sheng was puzzled.

The old man sighed and closed his eyes: "It is the prosperous season, less than a hundred years of peace, and the three guards appear at the same time, lest there be no peace in the world." Happy, sad?"

Wang Sheng and the three looked at the old man suspiciously, the old man slowly opened his eyes, and asked suspiciously, "Don't you know who you are?"

The bald head touched the shiny head and replied: "We have a bad brain, and we can forget who we are!"

The old man asked rhetorically, "What is your mission?"

Wang Sheng shook his head: "We don't have any mission. ”

"Wait a minute, I'll go and I'll be back. ”

The old man didn't wait for Wang Sheng and them to agree, and strode towards the stairs, Wang Sheng watched the old man walk like a fly, which was completely inconsistent with his appearance.

Wang Sheng hugged the bald shoulder: "This old man has a problem, let's do something!"

Leng Ai said: "Let's not miss this meeting, wait and see." ”

The three of them waited for more than ten minutes, and the old man walked back with a carpet: "I'm sorry, I don't have a stool here, let's sit on the ground first." ”

The old man took out a delicate wooden box from his bosom, and inside the wooden box was a golden silk cloth, and the bread in the silk cloth was a picture album.

Wang Sheng asked, "What kind of book is this? ”

The old man handed the book to Wang Sheng: "Remember the guardian of the road." ”

Wang Sheng opened the album, and the album was photographed by a pile of wooden boards, which were so badly weathered that they could be destroyed with a single touch. The old man opened the second page of the album, and the album photographed one of the stacks of wooden boards. There was a young man carved on the wooden board, although his appearance was not very clear, but Wang Sheng recognized it as a guardian at a glance.

The bald head couldn't help but exclaim: "Damn!"

The old man did not answer him. Gently turning the third page of the album, the old man opened the third page of the album while talking, Wang Sheng saw an ancient middle-aged man carved on the wooden board, with long eyebrows, big nose and big eyes, and a small mouth, Wang Sheng was sure that he had not seen this person.

"Who is this?" asked Wang Sheng.

"Guardian of the Underworld, ...... Iyin"

The bald head said puzzledly: "Aren't you going to let us look at this pile of broken wooden boards!"

The old man replied unhurriedly: "Yi Yin, Xia Weishang was a figure in the period, and the specific time cannot be verified at present. It was he who left this book that we learned about the existence of the Guardians. So saying, the old man turned to the fourth page of the book.

Wang Sheng looked at it, and it was full of words that he couldn't understand.

"What is all this about?" Wang Sheng asked.

"This contains all the information of the Guardian of the Dead"

Wang Sheng sneered: "Old man, what's the purpose of deceiving us?"

The old man looked at Wang Sheng suspiciously, not understanding what he meant.

"Are you stupid to us? Shang Dynasty, more than 2,000 years ago, these broken wood are not rotten?"

The old man laughed: "This wood is a copy, and Yi Yin wrote the content into the book." ”

Wang Sheng sneered: "Your nonsense is too unlevel, you might as well say that these woods are embalmed, then maybe I can still believe it, you actually said that he wrote it in the book, papermaking, it seems that it was not invented so early!"

The old man laughed: "You only know the skin, papermaking has been invented since the early years of the Western Han Dynasty, not to mention, who told you that books must be made of paper? Yi Yin used the thinness of silkworm cocoons to make books, but unfortunately, his books have not been handed down." ”

During the Three Kingdoms period, there were many years of war, and the original book was gone. At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a rich man spent a lot of money to buy a book about the guardian of the underworld, and engraved the contents of the book into his coffin, until the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty, the rich man's tomb was stolen, and these contents will be rediscovered. After the tomb robbers were caught, the tomb robbers used this book to bribe the magistrate to get out.

It took three years for the magistrate to translate it, but it really surprised him. In the seventh year of Yongzheng, the county reported this book to the imperial court, when the imperial court was using troops in the northwest, fearing that it would leak secrets, it began to set up a military machine room in the Longzong Gate, and selected the cabinet to write down the secrets on duty, and assisted the emperor in handling government affairs. In the tenth year of Yongzheng, this book was changed to Manchu, and the military machine room was renamed "Handling the Military Aircraft Department", referred to as the "Military Aircraft Department".

The bald head asked, "Since it has been changed to Manchu, why can't it be translated?"

The old man sighed: "The Eight-Nation Coalition attacked Beijing, and the book has long been lost. During the warlord period, Yuan Shikai ordered the tomb of Zhixian to be dug up in order to find this book, and really found a manuscript, but the paper was completely weathered, and the warlord did not know how to cherish it, so he put the content of the book on the wooden board, most of the content was destroyed, and there was only so much left. ”

Wang Sheng wanted to continue to refute the old man, but he didn't know what to say, and the old man smiled and continued: "Don't you still believe it? I'll tell you the contents of the book, and you can see if it's true or not." ”