Beipai Tomb Raiders Notes

"Haha! What a joke!"

Bean sprouts rolled back and forth on the sofa laughing.

It was freezing cold outside, a hot pot was cooking on the table, steaming hot, Xiao Xuan smiled and poured vermicelli into the pot.

Bean Sprouts sat up from the sofa and said, "I think you should stop calling him Xiang Bawang, it's too ugly, no matter how you pronounce it, you sound like bastard."

"Fuck you, you're the one who looks like a bastard."

"Tell me, isn't my nickname domineering?"

"Er..." You should still think about it.

"What else are you thinking about! Just use mine! I'll help you think about it!"

Bean Sprouts pointed at me: "You will be called Mohe Santu King from now on!"

"Brother Yu is called Shaolin Tomb Saint."

"Xiaoxuan, your name is Hong Kong Yizhihua, Zhao Xuanxuan."

"I... I haven't figured out what my name is yet."

I told you to shut up, "Mohe Santu King? Thanks to your idea, the soil has arrived at his grandma's house. If I call it this, everyone in the industry will laugh at me from now on."

"You should be called Qianyan'er Douyazi, because you have already fallen into Qianyan's eye." I said with a smile.

The hot pot was opened, and everyone laughed and enjoyed themselves.

"Yunfeng," he looked at me and said, "I've actually seen it a long time ago. You have talents, especially in underground cultural relics, so I thought of one for you."

"It's called...God's Eye Peak."

"what do you think?"

Xiaoxuan nodded again and again: "Okay, this sounds good, much better than the Mohe Loose Soil King."

"God's Eye Peak..."

I recited it twice silently, nodded and said: "Let's get started, this one is good, I will use this name."

Not long after, an incident spread in the industry.

It is said that Luojiashan, the tomb robber in Huiguan, had a jade-faced Mengchang Tian Sanjiu, who was completely defeated by Shenyan Peak in a certain incident, and even cried and knelt down to beg for mercy, only asking Shenyan Peak to let go Make your own way.

As the person involved, Tian Sanjiu himself seems to have acquiesced to this rumor, and did not come forward to clarify it in any nature. The matter spread more and more widely, and even some well-known veterans of the Southern School knew about it.

It's a double win, not only suppressing Tian Sanjiu and finally getting the Iron Buddha, but also paving the way for me, "Fame."

This thing cannot be bought with money.

......

"Come, come, eat hot pot and drink." Bean Sprouts poured me half a glass of white wine.

"Cough! Cough!"

Brother Yu coughed and said, "Don't pour it out for me, I'm not feeling well."

"Brother Yu, are you okay? Why don't we go to the hospital for an examination tomorrow?"

"cough!"

"I'm fine, Yunfeng. I'll be fine after a few days of rest. In the end, I won."

He shook his head and said, "It's better to take some time to take a look, Wen Bin, you are still young, don't leave any root cause."

"One more thing, Yunfeng, you should still have some stock, right?" You asked me with your head.

I nodded and said yes, my head, I have something small.

He shook his head and said: "The old rules in the industry, the old ones don't go, and the new ones don't come in. In our business, you are afraid of holding things in your nest. If you are unlucky in the future and something happens, you will get all the stolen goods."

"The Chinese New Year is only ten days away. Boss Qian will definitely come before the new year. You can sort it out and deal with him together."

"Well, now that I've figured it out, I'll stop eating and go back to the house to clean up."

Back in the house, I took out a black backpack from under the bed, unzipped it, and dumped everything in the bag on the bed, which was all my belongings.

What's there?

There is a notebook left for me by Master Wu, there are five jade men who grind sapphire from rivers during the Warring States Period, and this kind of villain is called noble man in the industry, there are some copper miscellaneous parts, a bunch of old dog teeth with engraved words in small plastic bags There is also the embroidered pouch that the ghost grass woman gave me at that time.

I didn't take this purse seriously and threw it aside.

I understand the meaning of the head. The head needs to be cleared. There are still more than ten days before the new year. Now that there are big buyers who are not short of money, then this year’s goods will not be kept for next year. The old ones will not be sold, and the new ones will not be sold. Come.

All sold for money.

Don't forget, there are also a lot of stocks in Baotou, and one of the most important items is the burial utensil for the skull in Jin Youmei's tomb, which is warm and bright.

I was digging into my bag to see if I had pulled anything down, when suddenly the cell phone in my pocket rang.

"Hello, who is it?"

"It's me." The voice on the phone was very cold.

"Tian... Tian Sanjiu..."

"What do you want me for?" I was a little nervous.

Tian Sanjiu sneered and said: "In order to avoid accidents, I will accept the finishing touches. I suddenly feel that you should do something."

Tian Sanjiu's tone was playful.

"I sent you a text message with the address. I left you a small gift. You can deal with it yourself." After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone, and I received the text message soon after.

Looking at the address Tian Sanjiu gave, I frowned and thought, "He got the Tasha, we got the Iron Buddha, everything is settled, what else is left for me?"

I told my boss what happened, and his expression was thoughtful. He seemed to have thought of something and said to me: "It's okay, you can go to Yunfeng."

"Do you know what Tian Sanjiu left for me?"

Shaking his head, he didn't say anything.

"Hey, Fengzi, you don't eat hot pot anymore, you just ordered mutton rolls."

"Eat, I'll go out and come back at night."

I took a taxi to the neighborhood and followed the address to find it. It was a one-story house in an urban village with a house number and it was very dilapidated.

Because I was afraid of being seen, I wore a black suit, a hat and a mask as cover.

"Squeak..."

The wooden door was unlocked, so I pushed the door open and entered the house.

The room was dark and damp, with a strange smell.

"Pata." I touched the switch on the wall and turned on the light.

There was light in the cabin, and I saw it.

A dying old man was lying on the broken bed. The old man’s clothes were thin, the blood on his face was dry, his eyes were swollen and still bleeding pus, his forehead was covered with burns from cigarette butts, his right arm seemed to be broken, and his left little finger was also bruised. Cut it off and wrapped it in a plastic bag.

Lord Xing......

It's Wang Xinggui...

He was still trying to catch his breath, because he couldn't see his eyes, and he didn't know if he heard something, and his neck moved slightly.

Closing my eyes, I was a little afraid to see the old man now.

Tian Sanjiu beat the man up like this, deliberately took a breath, and then asked me to come, just to see what I did.

He should have guessed the head, but he acquiesced.

On the broken bed, Master Xing opened his mouth, but couldn't speak. His condition was obviously that he breathed more and breathed less.

I took a deep breath, turned around and left the hut.

An hour and a half later, I came to the hut again and closed the door.

Rinse the ground coffee with mineral water and stir well.

"Master Xing, come, drink some water."

I fed him two sips of coffee from the bottle.

Master Xing took two sips, lying on the broken bed, his breathing gradually calmed down, he slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

I was watching right beside him.

Master Xing seemed to be dreaming, and suddenly a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I guess his dream should be like this.

It was autumn. On a large cotton field, a young and beautiful girl was sitting on a tractor, surrounded by picked cotton. The white cotton balls were blown up by the wind and fell onto the girl's hair.

Master Xing helped the girl pick off the cotton, and said with a smile: "Xiaoqin, look, the cotton is all on her head."

The girl smiled back and said, "Brother Gui, let's drive the tractor, I can drive it."

Mr. Xing jumped onto the tractor, pointed to the endless cotton fields in front of him and said loudly, "Let's go! Let's go!"

rumbling...  

The tractor started, and the girl held on to the handlebar, yelling and screaming in fright.

The two sat farther and farther away on the tractor, and slowly disappeared at the end of the cotton field...

His dream will not wake up again.

I looked down at the old man on the broken bed. He was still smiling, but a tear suddenly fell from the corner of his eye.

I took off my hat, stooped and bowed.

"Master Xing."

"Go on."