Because of the little episode just now, the driver took us to another route.

Bumps and shaking along the way.

The sleepiness I had been brewing was shattered by the frightening moment just now.

"What are you thinking?"

Zhang Lingchuan's voice came coldly, which frightened me.

"Oh, I was wondering if we would run into someone Arthur sent to hunt us down along the way."

Arthur's gang of river have great ambitions and backgrounds.

He was able to get the exclusive salvage right under the Yellow River, and he dared to go to the pot of Tufuzi in the surrounding area.

If this hair finds the shit in the brocade box, he will definitely be so angry that one Buddha ascends to heaven and two Buddhas jump over the wall.

Then they will go on a never-ending hunt for us.

After hearing this, Zhang Lingchuan laughed softly.

"No, it won't."

"Anyone in the open, or in the covert, has seen me put that thing into Arthur's hands."

"That old foreign devil, I'm afraid I'm busy dealing with those who covet treasures tonight."

"It's just right, let him learn too, what is called, harbor his guilt."

Zhang Lingchuan spoke, as always, in a crepe manner, and I could hear it in a fog.

But this time, I understood the meaning.

On the Yellow River beach, he didn't plan to give the dragon ball to Arthur's old bastard at all.

Zhang Lingchuan just acted in front of everyone, so that everyone could see that he had handed over his things.

As for what kind of commotion that would be caused by that kind of thing, that was something that Arthur's old fellow should have thought about.

But after the praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch, who knows that Zhang Lingchuan can steal the beads back by stealing the door.

I really didn't expect that Zhang Lingchuan still had such a hand, and this game was set up a bit interesting.

It's just that this trip to the Yellow River didn't provide us with much useful information.

I don't know what Wang Chongshan is trying to find under the river.

It was another rugged mountain road, and the car drove forward for more than half an hour before poking out of the road from the corner.

I couldn't help but ask Zhang Lingchuan, what is that pile of iron chains under the Yellow River?

Why do they move, but also attack people.

Zhang Lingchuan was also tired of sitting, so he simply leaned up and said to me, "Have you heard of Qianjimen?" ”

Of course I've heard of it!

When he was delivering his son and mother, Zhang Lingchuan showed off to me how awesome the umbrella made by Qianjimen was.

I speculate that the Thousand Machine Gate should be a place where it is good at crafting various mechanisms and forging weapons.

He said that the big iron chains under the river came from the hands of Qianjimen.

What the hell are the tricks?

Who has such a great ability to dig a mechanism under the river?

I looked at him in disbelief: "Boss, you're bragging again." ”

Zhang Lingchuan smiled indifferently: "What's impossible, the craftsmanship of those craftsmen at the peak of ancient times is not comparable to modern people." ”

"I know you can't understand it, so I'll give you the simplest example, do you know the mortise and tenon joint."

"There is a very famous Shakya Pagoda in Shanxi, which is the tallest existing wooden pavilion-style pagoda. A total of 54 kinds of bucket arches are used in the whole tower, and the mortise and tenon process is used. It has been hit by more than a dozen earthquakes and is still intact. ”

The mortise and tenon structure does not contain a single iron nail in the whole process, and all of them are lapped with wood, but it can be stabilized.

"There are also the hanging coffins of the Heavenly Master's Mansion in Longhu Mountain and the Hanging Temple in Datong, Shanxi, these exquisite buildings can be made. It's not impossible to set up a mechanism under the river. ”

"When this matter is dealt with, I will find an opportunity to visit the old men of Qianjimen in the future."

"Maybe we can dig up some treasure from them......"

Zhang Lingchuan began to lose his tune as he spoke.

But at this moment, I felt a slight movement in my arm.

I hurriedly lifted my sleeves and looked at it, and I gasped in shock.

The grimace mark on it actually moved its position by itself!

Zhang Lingchuan was also aware of this situation, and he hurriedly reassured me: "Don't worry, when you return to the funeral street, there will be a way to save you." ”

Seeing that I was still dying, he reached out and patted me on the head: "Don't be depressed, you still owe me millions, I can let you die like this?" ”

I rubbed my head in pain: "Isn't it just a million, how can it become millions." ”

Zhang Lingchuan rolled his eyes: "Don't you know that the money lent out is subject to interest?" ”

The car drove for most of the night, and when it was dawn, the driver sent us back to the funeral street.

After arriving at the place, I held back my urine and was worried that there was no place to put it, so I got out of the car with Wang Chongshan on my shoulders.

Zhang Lingchuan stuffed a cigarette into his mouth and handed another one to the driver.

"Good work." As soon as the words came out, Zhang Lingchuan smiled: "Forget that you can't hear it." ”

He pulled out the last few remaining red tickets from his pocket.

"I don't have a lot of money, so I take it as a hardship fee."

I glanced at it, and there were about seven or eight hundred.

However, the driver turned a blank face, pushed the money back, and refused to accept anything.

Zhang Lingchuan stuffed it several times without success.

Eventually, the driver trotted into the car, slammed on the accelerator, and disappeared from view.

"He's really tough." I couldn't help but sigh.

Zhang Lingchuan stuffed the money back into his bag and raised his hand at me: "Carry Wang Chongshan and go to find Old Man Wang." ”

As he walked forward, he shouted Wang Chongshan's name.

I know, it's a soul call.

Once a person has left the place of his death, his soul is easily lost.

Someone needs to shout soul guidance in front.

To my surprise, the door of the coffin shop was open.

Old man Wang smoked a pipe and was sitting at the gate waiting for us.

He stood up tremblingly, tears welling up in his eyes, and his hands were stretched out to step forward, but he was a little scared.

In the end, Old Man Wang asked with a crying voice: "Is it my Chongshan child who has come home?" ”

Zhang Lingchuan smoked a cigarette and nodded silently.

Old man Wang was grief-stricken, grabbed the paper money in his hand, and threw it into the air.

"Chongshan, go home!"

He howled so sadly that my tears were almost hooked up.

When I walked in with Wang Chongshan on my shoulder, I saw that the coffins that had been placed in the hall had been removed.

In the middle is a bright red Nanmu coffin, on which is written a big inscription.

Zhang Lingchuan and I carefully carried Wang Chongshan in, and before he opened the bag outside, he gave the old man Wang a preventive shot.

"Lao Wang, I have to tell you first."

"We found Chongshan under the water, and his body has been soaked to the ground."

Old man Wang waved his hand slowly, let's go away first.

"No matter what, he's my child, let me take a good look at him."

Seeing him say this, we walked to the outside of the coffin shop with great interest.

After a while, a suppressed cry was heard inside.

I wanted to turn back, but Zhang Lingchuan twisted me over: "Leave some space for their father and son." ”

The two of us sat in front of the coffin shop in a row, one smoking, the other in a daze.

After a long time, footsteps sounded behind him.

Old man Wang stepped forward: "Zhang Lingchuan, I want to know why my son died at the bottom of the Yellow River!" ”

With anger on his face, he lowered his head again for a while: "I'm sorry, I'm not blaming you. It's just that I'm so uncomfortable......"

Zhang Lingchuan reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"He was beaten by someone."