On the way back, the fat man leaned on the car and suddenly began to sing.

"Climb the peak and look at your hometown, the yellow sand is thousands of miles long. Where did the camel bell sound, and the sound knocked on my heart—"

The fat man's broken gong voice really sang to the hearts of several people this time, and all the bitter tears of the past were forever abandoned on this desolate Gobi Desert, never to be seen again.

The convoy took a day to drive onto the road, and Zhang Qixun and his party also said goodbye to the mysterious West Queen Mother Country in the rainforest.

Golmud City Hospital.

A group of five people moved in neatly.

Panzi hung the hanging bottle to recuperate for two days, received a phone call, said goodbye to a few people, and then left mysteriously.

"Hey, what do you think Lao Pan is doing?" The fat man squeezed his eyes in a daze, "I just heard a woman's voice coming out of his earpiece."

Wu Xiaoxie chewed the beans in his mouth, and said vaguely, "I guess I went back to Star City to deal with my third uncle's mess."

The fat man didn't believe it, "Lao Pan, this old boy is not honest, and he secretly flirts with my sister behind our back."

Zhang Qixun rolled his eyes, "You think that Pan Zi is as indecent as you."

The fat man snorted twice, squinted and smiled, "Muyu, do you know something? Tell me honestly."

Wu Xiaoxie also looked at it with some curiosity.

Zhang Qixun waved his hand, "I have no comment, if you two want to know, ask yourself."

The fat man pouted, "It's not interesting."

Zhang Qixun and the little brother lived in a ward, and the fat man and Wu Xiaoxie couldn't stay idle, so they gathered in front of his hospital bed with playing cards, shouting that they wanted to fight the landlord.

Just hit two handfuls, the nurse came in to change the bottle for the little brother, and the fat man's shyly eyes kept aiming at the nurse's little sister, and was kicked out of the ward by Zhang Qixun.

Wu Xiaoxie also deliberately blocked the door, waiting for the nurse to change the medicine before letting the fat man in.

The fat man's eyes were resentful, and he complained, "It's too much for you two, fat man, I also have the right to pursue love."

"You can pull it." Wu Xiaoxie looked disgusted, "You are almost old enough to be a father, the old cow eats tender grass, you are embarrassed."

The fat man peeled a banana and said, "The old cucumber can still be painted with green paint, what's wrong with me picking up a beautiful young lady, you are the jealousy of Hongguoguo."

The three of them talked and laughed for a while, and the mobile phone in Wu Xiaoxie's pocket suddenly rang.

When I took it out, it showed that the caller was the second uncle.

Wu Xiaoxie immediately put away the smile on his face, was serious for a second, got up and walked to the window, and pressed the answer button, "Hey? Second Uncle......"

I didn't know what to say over there, but I saw Wu Xiaoxie nodding all the time, "Okay, I know......

In less than a minute, the call ended.

Wu Xiaoxie pinched his phone and walked back, the expression on his face couldn't tell whether it was good or bad.

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A few days later, the fat man was discharged from the hospital, and by the way, he took the little brother to Beijing.

The little brother's condition is a bit serious, although he has regained consciousness, but his thinking is confused, everything that happened before is gone, and he knows nothing except that his name is Zhang Qiling.

The fat man went through the hospitalization procedures for him in the Beijing Hospital, and after the doctor examined him, he transferred the person to the psychiatric department. ….

Wu Xiaoxie was called back to Hangzhou by his second uncle, and Zhang Qixun also had something to do, and the three of them separated.

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A week later, Chang'an.

A young man in black casual overalls and a peaked cap walks slowly down the street with a backpack on his back.

"Young man, go Adawa, pull you up." A middle-aged man with a face full of wrinkles from the vicissitudes of time parked the car next to him and asked in a local accent.

"Travel, go to Taibai Mountain or not."

The young man turned his head and smiled at the middle-aged driver.

"Let's go, let's go." The driver quoted a price, and then looked at him expectantly.

"That's it." Zhang Qixun answered lazily, pulled the car door and sat in the back.

The driver was stunned for a moment, probably because he didn't expect this person to be so crisp, and quickly reacted and started the car.

The silver-white golden cup drove slowly on the winding mountain road.

It's still a familiar recipe, a familiar taste.

After staying at the farmhouse for one night, Zhang Qixun set off for the mountain early the next morning.

This time he took a shortcut, and it took him less than a day to enter through the opening where he had gone out, and his foothold was the altar at the top of the sacred tree.

Last time, Wu Xiaoxie and the eight-clawed monster had a big fight, and the altar had been almost destroyed, so Zhang Qixun went directly into the tree hole behind the altar and found the huge coffin whose lid had been overturned.

After groping around the wall of the coffin a few times, he found a ring that could open the mechanism, and pulled hard, and the stone slab in the middle of the bottom of the coffin rumbled and sank, revealing a black hole.

Zhang Qixun did not hesitate for a moment, fixed the rope, pedaled on the smooth stone wall covered with damp moss and mycelium, and slowly lowered the rope.

The misty miasma spread, and all the surrounding roots and vines were hidden in the mist, and the visibility was pitiful.

This perennial accumulation of mist is generally poisonous, although it cannot cause immediate death, but it can cause great damage to the lungs if inhaled for a long time.

Zhang Qixun took out a gas mask from his backpack and put it on, turned on the fog lamp, and walked towards the deep pit in the center step by step.

In the deep pit, many arm-thick bronze chains stretched upwards against the walls of the pit, and in the chaotic mist, they spread upwards somewhere.

Hanging the fog lamp on his body, Zhang Qixun put on professional climbing non-slip gloves, climbed the bronze chain all the way down, and really entered the coffin.

The fog here was much thinner, and the pungent smell was also blocked by the gas mask, and as he passed by the amber corpse, Zhang Qixun only paused slightly, and then continued to descend.

The purpose of his trip was not this, but to find the altar where he had been sacrificed last time, and to offer it again to replenish the dormant system.

Crawling and crawling, Zhang Qixun noticed that something was wrong, it seemed that the frequency of the bronze chain shaking was a little abnormal.

Suspicious, he simply held the chain, pressed his body against the wall of the well, and was silent for two seconds, and the chain shook slightly.

There was a sudden pang in my heart, and it seemed that something was coming up from below, but when I looked down like this, I couldn't see anything through the fog.

After thinking about it for two seconds, he still decided to take a risk and take the initiative first.

So Zhang Qixun turned off the fog lamp hanging on his clothes, took out a flare gun directly from the space, pointed the muzzle downward, and quickly fired two shots.

The moment the blinding white light exploded, he saw a black figure hanging not far below the chain he was climbing.

What made Zhang Jixun extremely shocked was that the man's face was actually wearing a bronze fox mask.

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Taibai nineteen