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"As a member of your own family, you can rest assured to follow us. I just don't know how you ended up in a coffin on this train."

Facing the adjutant's deliberate probing, Niao Niao asked Xiao Jiu in his mind while considering his words.

"I don't know, have you ever heard of blood transfusion?"

[This matter is very secret. If you are not from this family, it is impossible to know. But since the adjutant can live forever, he must have heard of it. 】

The so-called blood transfusion is nothing more than exchanging the blood of the person copied from the meteorite with the original blood to achieve the purpose of 'immortality'.

The adjutant was fine. After hearing the news, Zhang Qishan opened his eyes wide and wanted to rush in and ask for details.

But he also knew that this matter could not be rushed. If she was really from the Zhang family, he wouldn't be able to compete with her.

"I've heard of it before, but you want to say that you were plotted against me during the blood exchange?"

"Yes! That's it! Those people seem to be doing some human experiments, and they are in the mine not far away."

[I am really a clever little guy. Not only did I figure out the rationale for appearing in the coffin, I also told them in a subtle way that there was something wrong with the mine. 】

Mine? Human experiments? Zhang Qishan frowned, thinking about the connection between the two.

He suddenly thought of something, walked in and pulled Nia Nulu into the car.

The car stopped steadily at the entrance of the theater. When he saw the people getting out of the car, the waiter guarding the door opened the door respectfully and invited a few people in.

On the stage, Farewell My Concubine is being performed. Yu Ji, who is wearing a yellow cloak, is sitting on a chair, with curved eyebrows and a charming smile.

[Is this the second master known as February Red? Xiaohua actually learned a lot from his gentleness. 】

Zhang Qishan was not surprised that she knew the second master, and nodded to the people on the stage without changing his expression.

Er Erhong was stunned. How could he not know that he had seen this girl before?

Who is the little flower in her mouth? He only has one disciple, Chen Pi, in his life, but he has nothing to do with tenderness.

But this was not the time to be lost in thought. He immediately suppressed all his thoughts and quickly entered the state.

"What is this babbling song about? It's really unlucky! Give me a flower drum show!"

At the table next to him, a man in a gray coat stood up irritably, pointed at the people on the stage and shouted.

"Sir, if you don't listen, you can leave." The adjutant walked up to him and stretched out his hand to politely signal him to leave.

Zhang Qishan picked up the teacup on the table without squinting, paying no attention to the noisy people.

[Is this person so brave? The second master is gentle, but that is towards his own people. 】

[Being able to reach the second position among the Nine Sects is not just about words. Not to mention, there are nine admirals here. Brother, a second of silence for you. 】

Niao Niao sat next to him naturally, grabbed a handful of melon seeds, and stared at the displeased person with interest.

"Lord Buddha is here, he! He can't make any waves!" The worried crowd sat back with relief.

"Who do you think you are! Don't think that I am afraid of you just because you are wearing a military uniform!"

The man in gray glared and tugged on the adjutant's collar angrily.

The adjutant pulled out a gun and pointed it at his head, stretched out his legs to kick him onto the table, and said disdainfully: "Get out."

[Adjutant, Adjutant, you are the most handsome! Adjutant, Adjutant, you are the best! Adjutant, Adjutant, you are the most...]

Zhang Qishan closed his eyes and felt the noise in his ears. He wanted to pick up the girl next to him and throw it out.

But his reason told him that she was still useful. He opened his eyes, casually took off his black gloves and placed them on the table.

Facing the man on the stage, he smiled slightly and nodded to continue.

The music started again, and everyone selectively forgot about the scene just now.

[Second Master, Second Master, you are the most handsome! Second Master, Second Master, you are the best! Second Master, Second Master, you are the most...]

Er Erhong on the stage was disturbed by the frank voice in her ears, staggered and almost fell.

The man who was beaten away from behind turned around and blew out a silver needle unwillingly.

Zhang Qishan casually tilted his head and avoided the silver needle.

He stretched out his hand and threw out the ring he was playing with. The ring met the silver needle in the air and made a crisp metal collision sound.

The silver needle fell into the teacup. Er Erhong on the stage continued to sing with confidence.

"I'm sorry, Lord Buddha. It was my negligence." The adjutant bowed down guiltily.

"Check which province he came from. I don't want to see him again in Changsha." Zhang Qishan rubbed the ring in his hand and spoke in a casual tone.

[Lord Buddha, you are the most handsome! Lord Buddha, you are the best! Buddha Buddha...]

"What's your name?" Zhang Qishan put his hand to his lips and suppressed a smile.

"Zhang Niao Niao."

"Where did it come from?"

[I want to talk about another world, you may believe it. 】

"You can just ask the adjutant about this." Niao Niao picked up the teacup and blocked his sight.

[I'm going to die, I'm going to die! When I looked at the photos, I didn’t realize that all the people from Jiumen were so handsome! At that time, I knew that Lord Buddha was cruel, but he didn't look so good when he laughed! 】

brutal? There was a sudden storm in Zhang Qishan's eyes. Is this how future generations would evaluate him?

Er Yuehong on the stage raised her lips slightly. This woman was quite interesting. She was the only one who dared to comment on Buddha like this.

[The blind man said that costumes are the most valuable. I really want to steal a few sets. I think the second master won’t mind either. 】

Second Master: Then I really mind it.

He gathered up the costume and secretly decided to pay more attention to the costume.

[Buddha’s ring is from the Northern and Southern Dynasties, right? It must be very valuable! Since he said he was not short of money, he would not mind giving it to me, right? 】

Buddha: Why does she want everything? Listening to what she said before, she doesn't sound like a person who is short of money.

"What clues can you see about this ring?" Zhang Qishan held the ring and handed it to Niao Niao's eyes.

[Can there be any clues? Why don't you go check out the ancient tombs in the mines and let your leisure and elegance go? You don’t need to guess to know that the second master will definitely reject your proposal. 】

"This ring... looks good, the price is high, and it's not bad."

Zhang Qishan took back the ring, so he shouldn't have any expectations for her.

"What do you think I can do if I ask the second master to come out?"

He also knew in his heart that the second master would not interfere in this matter, but if he had the help of the second master, he would definitely get twice the result with half the effort.

After all, the tombs of the Northern and Southern Dynasties were most familiar to the Second Master’s ancestors.

[Then it must be a cure for the girl! I heard from Xiaohua that the second master’s wife died young, and he didn’t know if it was too late. 】

After singing the opera, Er Yuehong had no time to change her costume, so she rushed from the stage to Niao Niao in a hurry.

Holding the curly hand, eager to say something. But Zhang Qishan held him down, and he shook his head at Er Erhong.

Er Erhong was a little surprised. Since she came with Buddha, how could she not be trustworthy?

[Isn’t it to say that Er Erhong is passionately devoted to Madam? Judging from the way her eyes are shining, she doesn’t have any plans for me, right? 】

"Second Master, what's wrong with me?"

"No, my wife is about the same age as the girl. You can come to my house when you have time." Er Erhong let go of her curling hand and changed the subject.

【So that's it. From what he said, that girl is probably still alive. No wonder Xiaojiu asked me to take the pill, it was for the girl. 】

Does she have medicine to cure the girl?