After eating, Zhang Qixun was about to wash the dishes, when the little brother suddenly said, "Follow me."

Zhang Qixun followed the little brother to the next to the skeletons in the open space with a suspicious expression, and the little brother stretched out his hand and pointed to the right arm of these skeletons, "Look."

The underside of the ulna and radius was empty, and none of the seven skeletons had a right hand.

"What's going on?" Zhang Qi was surprised, "Why are these people's right hands gone!"

The little brother shook his head, stretched out his right hand and looked at it, his expression was a little solemn.

Zhang Qixun thought thoughtfully, "Panma didn't say that he had cut off people's hands after killing people, and among the bones under the water, except for those bones that were obviously not human, we fished them out, and there is basically no possibility of missing them."

"So, after they died, someone was afraid of revealing something, so they took their right hand."

According to the original plot, these bones are all members of the original expedition team who were killed by Panma, and Chen Wenjin's little brother Huo Ling and the three escaped underwater at that time, and the obvious feature of the right hand is unique to the Zhang family, that is to say, these seven bones are likely to belong to the Zhang family in the army.

No, Zhang Qixun was shocked, he suddenly found that he had been ignoring a problem, the person who was digging iron by the lake with the expedition team was not the current little brother, but a person named "Zhang Qiling" created by Zhang Da Buddha himself.

That man is the slumped shoulder that is now hiding in the shadows like a mouse.

At that time, if the people who were underwater were Chen Wenjin, Huo Ling, and "Zhang Qiling", and the rest of the people on the shore were killed by them and thrown into the water, then Chen Wenjin and they must have known that something had happened to the original expedition team.

And "Zhang Qiling" is a substitute for the little brother that Zhang Da Buddha pinched, and Zhang Da Buddha was doing things for "it" at the time, so the seven Zhang family members are not only protecting Chen Wenjin and them, but also monitoring Chen Wenjin and them.

The reason why the collapsed shoulder became a collapsed shoulder was that it was corroded by alkali powder, so when he found out that the expedition team had been dropped, it was very likely that it was swept into the Milota Cave by the siphon tide before he could notify "it", which can also explain why the collapsed shoulder knows so much about the situation at the bottom of the lake.

So turn back to the topic, how did the right hand of the seven Zhang family members who were killed and thrown under the water by Panma not have it?

Did "it" sense that something was wrong and sent someone to pick it up from Sheephorn Mountain? Or did you slump your shoulders and pick up those people's hands?

Zhang Qixun felt that the person who took his right hand was very likely to be "it", and "it" sent someone to Banai to find out the information that his own people in the expedition team had been killed, and realized that the mission had been exposed, so he spared no effort to chase and kill Xie Jiuye, who took away the iron and the coffin and materials containing the corpse.

In the end, Xie Jiuye was rescued by the Wu family, and the Wu family also participated in the launch of this generation-long plan.

Maybe "it" didn't find the bodies of Chen Wenjin and Huo Ling at that time, so it defaulted to the fact that these two people were alive, which is also the reason why fake Wenjin and Huo Ling could still operate in the organization, until Xisha was replaced by Zhen Wenjin and Huo Ling again.

"It" wants to enter the Zhangjia Ancient Building in Banai, and it is impossible without the leadership of the Zhang family, but the head of the Zhang family has a fatal flaw, that is, amnesia, which is likely to be the reason why "it" chose to abandon the little brother and used the imposter "Zhang Qiling". ….

Zhang Qixun speculated that the real little brother may have escaped from the place where Zhang Da Buddha imprisoned him with the help of Xie Jiuye and them, and then somehow met Chen Wenjin and the two, and then Chen Wenjin and the two dropped the fake Wenjin and them, and the mixed expedition team that went to Xisha was still under the control of "it", and the fake "Zhang Qiling" had been defaulted to death by "it".

In other words, although the current slump is still "its", it is also avoiding "it", because the slump knows too many secrets.

(Note: The largest tomb robbery activity organized by Zhang Qishan in Jiumen, the little brother was seriously injured and lost his memory in Siguniang Mountain, and the team was divided into two factions, one faction was represented by Huo, Wu, Xie, and Zhang's royalist party, and was always loyal to the little brother, and the faction led by Zhang Qishan put all the responsibility for the failure on the little brother, launched a purge on Zhang Qiling's faction, and closed the seriously injured and amnesiac little brother.)

He was imprisoned in the Golmud Sanatorium for twenty years, and later escaped from the sanatorium with the help of Xie Jiuye. ）

After the expedition team was killed, he survived, and since then he has been staying in Banai to guard the Zhangjia Ancient Building, completely blank about what is happening in the outside world.

And the reason why Shoulder Drop has such a deep hostility towards the little brother is because he insisted that he was Zhang Qiling under Zhang Qishan's brainwashing, and he didn't believe that the little brother was the Zhang family.

A touch of coldness fell on his face, awakening Zhang Qixun from his contemplation, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the little brother was staring at his face with worry in his eyes.

Zhang Qixun was stunned for a moment, realized something, reached out and touched the right side of his face, "Growing it again?"

The little brother nodded, and when he saw that his eyes had regained clarity, he didn't say anything more.

Another drop of water fell on his face, and Zhang Qixun looked up at the already dark sky, "It's raining, let's move these skeletons to the tent."

The little brother nodded and didn't ask anything.

The two of them hurriedly moved all the things that were placed outside into the empty tent before the heavy rain, made the fire a little smaller, and put a large umbrella on it to protect it from the rain.

After cleaning up, the clothes on the two of them were also soaked.

Zhang Qixun urged the little brother to hurry up and change his clothes, cut two pieces of ginger and threw them into the pot, and dug a lump of tea from Wu Xiaoxie's tea jar and threw it in, sprinkled half a bag of brown sugar, and covered the pot.

After finishing these, Zhang Qixun also returned to the tent to change into clean clothes, and when he came out, he saw that the little brother was looking at the lake hidden in the rain curtain.

The thunder roared like a bell, pouring down from the top of the mountain, passing through the ground under his feet, and all fed back into the lake, where the water was also humming, and the siphon tide advanced under the influence of the thunder.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the drums were beating on the tents, making people's ears tingle.

Due to the topography and environment, this tidal flat lake is surrounded by peaks and mountain forests in the center, so although it rains heavily, it does not blow very windy.

The ginger tea soup in the iron pot gurgled and bubbled, and when the lid of the pot was lifted, white gas gushed out like a cloud and diffused in the air.

The spicy smell that came to his nose choked Zhang Qixun and sneezed loudly.

With a large iron spoon, he turned over the tea leaves that had sunk to the bottom of the pot, and filled a bowl for each of them.

"Now, be careful." Zhang Qixun handed the bowl to the little brother. ….

The little brother thanked him and took a small sip of the ginger tea soup in the bowl.

Cover the pot, Zhang Qixun also sat next to the little brother with the bowl, blew the air, but it was still hot, so he had to put it aside.

"When do you think he's coming?" Zhang Qi searched.

There was silence for a long time before the little brother said, "Tonight."

Zhang Qixun chuckled, "The night is dark and rainy, it's a good time to kill."

As if in response to his words, as soon as the words fell, a thunderbolt exploded above their heads with a momentum that seemed to be able to open the world.

"Then guess again, whether he will attack me first, or will he deal with you first." Zhang Qixun laughed.

The little brother turned his head to look at him, and said four words silently, bored, not guessing.

Zhang Qixun let out a long sigh, well, he was really a little bored.

took out the fragment of the jade vein that had been buckled from the crack in the underwater shaft from his pocket, looked at it by the light of the fire, and immediately pouted his lips boringly, there were too many magazines, and the white spots in the east and west did not form floating flowers, and they were not worth a few dollars.

The jade materials he pinched out with his materialization ability were worth more than this.

"Tomorrow when the rain stops, let's go take a look in the crevices under the water." Zhang Qixun said to the little brother.

The little brother nodded and got up, scooped some water from the basin that caught the rainwater on the side, and planned to wash the dishes.

Zhang Qixun was startled for a moment, and hurriedly asked him to put the bowl down, "I'll, don't move, let me come."

The little brother looked at him strangely, and Zhang Qixun coughed, "What, you go to sleep first, just let me wash the bowl."

Heavenly God, where did he dare to let the patriarch and grandfather wash the dishes, I'm afraid that he won't have to lose his life.

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Thunder rolled and torrential rain poured down.

Even with earplugs, Zhang Qixun was so noisy that he couldn't sleep well, and his right half of his chest was hot for a while, and he had a lot of bizarre dreams in a trance.

He seemed to have returned to the time when he followed the clues left in the notes and found the Zhangjia Ancient Building.

He stood in front of the magnificent and glorious gate, tentatively reaching out to push, but his subordinates suddenly emptied, and the whole person fell into it uncontrollably, and threw himself into the cold water.

The sky swirled for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in the center of a water mirror, surrounded by a thick fog, and he tentatively took two steps forward, and the thick bell buzzed in his ears, and the thick fog dissipated, and a huge bronze door appeared in front of him.

It is very similar to the bronze door on Changbai Mountain, but if you look closely, you can still find the difference.

The door seemed to be made of a single piece of meteorite, and the pattern carved on the door was very similar to the one he had seen earlier under the altar of the Bronze Sacred Tree.

Zhang Qixun's eyes gradually blurred, and there was a voice in his head, urging him to keep moving forward.

"Graceful and red-come-"

Zhang Qixun took a step forward, and suddenly a sharp stinging pain came from his mind, so painful that he fell to his knees, covering his head, beads of sweat the size of beans came out of his forehead, he bit his lip tightly, and the smell of blood instantly spread from his mouth.

I don't know how long later, a thunderbolt with lightning shattered the darkness.

In front of the water mirror, the figure that passed out on the ground faded little by little, and finally disappeared into the regathered mist. ….

The little brother in the tent was woken up by the sudden thunder, and when he opened his eyes, a faint trace of special blood floated to the tip of his nose.

The little brother got up suddenly, picked up the black gold ancient knife beside him and rushed into the rain.

At the same time, in Zhang Qixun's tent, lightning flashed, illuminating the entire space for a few moments, and a black shadow was standing silently beside him, holding a Yao knife that flashed with cold light in his hand.

The sharp knife that should have been inserted into the chest was trembling slightly at the moment, and the masked man's eyes, which were only exposed, were full of horror at the moment.

He trembled and stretched out his hand, trying to touch the lines on the right side of Zhang Qixun's face like dried blood.

A cold light burst through the air and struck the masked man's right hand.

A scream pierced the darkness, and a few drops of blood splashed on the tattoo on the right side of Zhang Qixun's face, and the masked man rolled down to the other side of the tent, and with a wave of the Yao knife in his hand, the tent was cut open by a sharp blade.

By the time the little brother opened the curtain and rushed in, the masked man had escaped from the hole in the tent and rushed into the dense forest not far behind the tent, and disappeared.

He left two remaining fingers on the ground.

The few drops of blood that had just dripped onto Zhang Qixun's face were being absorbed by the crimson tattoo at a very slow speed.

The little brother stared at the tattoo for a few seconds, and suddenly reached out and directly wiped off the little blood that remained on the tattoo.

Then he gently patted Zhang Jixun's face, trying to wake him up, "Muyu, wake up."

Zhang Qixun, who was lying in the sleeping bag, did not react, if it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, I am afraid that he would have thought that he was a dead man.

The little brother's brows furrowed more and more, and he was a little at a loss for the current situation.

After thinking about it, he leaned down, took his sleeping bag, and moved Zhang Qixun to his tent.

Zhang Qixun's tent was broken, the rain would blow in, and the other tents were piled up.

After settling Zhang Qixun, the little brother turned around and ran under the umbrella shed, lit the fire he was holding, boiled water, and took out an antipyretic patch from the medical bag and covered Zhang Qixun's forehead.

Then he sat on the side of Zhang Qixun, holding the knife and guarding quietly.

After the night, the rain finally lightened.

The little brother blinked, turned his head to look at Zhang Qixun who was lying in the sleeping bag, and still showed no signs of waking up.

A trace of anxiety flashed in the eyes of the little brother, and he reached out to test Zhang Qixun's pulse, which beat slowly and forcefully, and there was a little confusion on his face.

There was a sound of heavy footsteps outside the tent, and the little brother walked out

Look, it was Agui who drove a mule out of the woods.

When Agui saw the little brother, he immediately greeted him warmly, "What about the boss?"

The little brother didn't say a word, turned around and went back to the tent.

Ah Gui is no longer surprised by this, this boss is estimated to be such a character, outsiders say a hundred words, if you can make this person move his eyelids, he is considered that person.

Shaking his head, Agui took off his coat, drove the mule under the umbrella shed, took off the two cages covered with tarps on the mule's body, and took out a lot of green vegetables from them, as well as a few crockpots for cured meat.

The little brother changed a heat-reducing patch on Zhang Qixun's forehead, then put the black gold ancient knife beside him, walked out of the tent, and said to Agui, "Take care of him."

Ah Gui took a look at it and thought that Zhang Qixun was drenched in the rain and had a cold and fever, so he should take a bite.

The little brother turned around and went to another tent, took out the tools for launching the water, and walked straight to the lake.

Last night's heavy rain had caused the lake to rise a lot, and the rocks tied to the rubber boat were flooded by the waterline.

The little brother untied the rope and rowed the boat into the lake alone.

Ah Gui turned around to wash the dishes, and found that the person was gone, looked left and right, and suddenly found that there seemed to be a black shadow floating on the lake, and then took a closer look, okay, the cold noodle boss actually rowed a boat into the water at this time.

Isn't this special damn just deadly!

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Taibai nineteen