Zhang Qixun repeatedly promised that he would leave a message explaining where to go next time, Wu Xiaoxi, who was incarnated as an old mother, raised his noble hand.

"Don't take it as an example." Hey? It seems that he once said this, but unfortunately it is useless at the critical moment, and some people should still wave.

The three of them sat by the fire, and the fat man cooked a bag of noodles for Zhang Qixun.

"What about Panzi and Aning?" Zhang Qi asked. Wu Xiaoxie first asked Zhang Qi for a few sweet potatoes and threw them into the burned ashes, and buried them with a dagger, before saying: "Originally, the third uncle's fever had subsided, but somehow the night passed and it burned again, the medicine in the hands of the Aning team doctor was used up, and there was no way to treat it, Pan Zi was worried about the third uncle, so he followed Aning's team down the snowy mountain, and the fat man and I guessed that you should go to the treasure room, so I stayed here and waited for you." "The fat man spoke,

"If you don't come out again, we're going to go in and look for you, by the way, you didn't run into those dead birds this time, did you?" Zhang Qixun shook his head,

"I waited until they were out foraging for food before climbing the bronze chains, and there was no head-on confrontation."

"How's your wound going?" Wu Xiaoyi asked. Zhang Qixun smiled and moved his shoulders,

"Okay, almost, what about you and the fat man?"

"It's all skin trauma, and it doesn't affect movement." After Wu Xiaoxie finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Qixun's right side face, and hesitated,

"You tattoo...... How are you feeling right now? Do you feel like you're going to get out of control when you're close to the bronze door? Zhang Qixun shook his head,

"Don't worry, I don't know exactly what happened, but I can feel that as long as the bronze door doesn't open, the tattoo usually won't change." The fat man listened to the conversation between the two, and while fishing noodles from the iron basin, he said: "Muyu, don't think the fat man doesn't like what he says, will you have some kind of blood disease inherited in some family, or if you are cursed by the enemy or something, just like you and your little brother's old stuffy blood, the deworming effect is good, but there should also be side effects." Zhang Qixun pondered for a while, to be honest, although their family's Qilin blood is inherited, what is the ultimate origin, it is estimated that the last Zhang family patriarch who died early will know.

And the other kind of blood flowing in his body seems to have the same meaning as the Qilin blood, and from the attitude of the Qinling system, it seems to have a very remarkable origin.

Seeing that Zhang Qixun didn't speak, the fat man put the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, and said, "It's really not okay, wait for us to get out of the snow mountain, you and the fat man go back to the big hospital in the capital, let's check it thoroughly, and it's good to take precautions." In fact, Zhang Qi found that the most careful person in the Iron Triangle is still the fat man, although he looks very aggressive, but his mind is extremely delicate, and he is well-informed, and he can generally fool Wu Xiaopu, but he really can't fool him.

Zhang Qixun smiled and responded,

"Okay, then I'll listen to you." After resting by the hot springs for a night, the next day, the three of them brought the equipment they could bring on the surface, guns and bullets for Zhang Qixun to collect, climbed out of the cracks, and fell down the snow line without hurrying, and met Pan Zi near Agai West Lake with the Snow Mountain Search and Rescue Team up the mountain to find them.

Pan Zi gave the three of them a look, and the consciousness was to let them not talk about revealing their stuffing. After successfully descending the snowy mountain, Pan Zi paid to send the search and rescue team away, and Zhang Qixun and the three of them temporarily rested in Yingshan Village.

Wu Xiaoxie warmed his hands with a large porcelain jar filled with hot water in both hands, and asked Pan Zi,

"How is my third uncle, have you woken up?" Panzi nodded,

"After all, the third master is old, and the doctor said that although the situation has basically stabilized, he still has to live in the hospital for a while."

"That's good." Wu Xiaoxie nodded and chatted with Pan Zi about the handicap. The fat man couldn't stay idle, yelling to eat the pickled cabbage at the villager's house, and dragged Zhang Qixun to the village.

When they came back, both of them looked a little ugly. Wu Xiaoxie looked at the two of them with a look on their faces, and said strangely: "What's wrong with you two?" Didn't get sauerkraut? It's better to let the countryman's dog rub his ass. "In those years, almost every household in the village had dogs to guard the door, and strangers would bark at the top of their lungs when they passed by.

The fat man rolled his eyes,

"Nonsense, the tonnage of the fat man, the dogs are worried when they see it, and the fat man is almost the same as them." Wu Xiaoxie smiled,

"And what happened to you two?" The fat man sat down by the fire, took out two sour cabbages in a plastic bag from his arms, put them in a lacquer plate, put the stove lid on the warm, rubbed his hands, and then said with a heavy face: "Do you remember the guide we hired when we went up the mountain?" ”

"Remember, Junko, what's the matter, you two went to find him?" Wu Xiaoyi asked. The fat man nodded and said: "I followed Muyu to the hut where he lived before, but the door was locked, and we asked a fellow, and the result was that the house had been uninhabited for a long time, and the locks on the door were rusty. ”

"What do you see?" Pan Zi cut a sour cabbage on the cutting board, mixed it with seasonings in a plate, and brought a stack of oil cakes to the stove.

The fat man had palpitations, opened his mouth, and sighed,

"Let's let the wooden fish speak." Zhang Qixun took a chopstick of sour cabbage, chewed it slowly, and swallowed it slowly, before he said calmly under the expectant eyes of Wu Xiaoxie and the others: "We saw the tablet of Shunzi." Wu Xiaoxie was shocked,

"Huh? Tablets! Are you sure you read that right? Pan Zi also frowned,

"Could it be that brother didn't come down from the snowy mountain this time? Shouldn't it, shouldn't they be as familiar with the snow mountain as their own backyard, did you two read a word less than the straight father on the tablet. The fat man slapped his face,

"That's the problem, we asked Junzi's mother, only to know that the tablet was erected four years ago." Zhang Qixun answered,

"Junko's mother said that four years ago, Junko encountered an avalanche when she was patrolling the snowy mountains and didn't come back." Wu Xiaoxie suddenly had goosebumps and stammered, "That's ...... So who is the guide we hired? Zhang Qixun shook his head,

"Either Junko's mother is lying, or we really met the kind of friend who is not human, but there is little point in dwelling on it, let's leave here tomorrow morning, and I guess we won't come back in the future." Several people nodded in agreement, and Pan Zi fried a sauerkraut and pork stewed vermicelli again, beckoning everyone to eat.

After eating and playing a few games of cards, several people went to bed early. In fact, if Zhang Qixun is asked to analyze, combined with the original plot, since Shunzi is long gone, then the person pretending to be him to guide the way is likely to be the real Wu Sanxing, the secret is close at hand, there is no reason why he will not look for it, and the identity of Shunzi can make Wu Sansheng perfectly avoid the surveillance of the Wang family.

As the chess players of Wu Xie and the two families hidden in the dark, the two sacrificed too much.