Tomb Robber: I am Hu Bayi’s cousin

Xie Lianhuan left, and he left very gracefully.

After finishing the bottle of good wine, he emptied the bottle in the style of an ancient knight and shook off the hem of his worn windbreaker, leaving a handsome figure on his back.

Along with Jie Lianhuan's disappearance, there were also the dark shadows walking silently out of the firelight everywhere. Those were the dead soldiers Jie Lianhuan had trained over the years.

Now that the work is done, it's time for them to retire.

As for their future after this... no one knows except themselves. These people can no longer be called normal human beings. They are aliens in the human society.

Perhaps, they will find a deserted area to live in seclusion and not care about the world.

Perhaps they will choose to commit suicide in the near future.

Whether it's what happened to Jie Jiuye more than thirty years ago, or some of the things that are burned down under this land now.

When they did these things, this land was destined to have no place for them from now on.

"I respect you and your silent efforts over the past few decades to fight!"

Hu Ming took out another bottle of wine out of thin air, his eyes were a little blurred, and he looked at the leaving figures of these people and said softly.

"Also. Respect to you! No matter what excessive things you have done to the Nine Gates in the past, you have always been the greatest person in this country for hundreds of years!"

After opening a bottle of white wine again, Hu Ming leaned over and looked at the dark area within a three-kilometer radius, spilling the wine from high in the sky with a serious look on his face.

This was the first time Hu Ming used honorifics to someone.

Back then, after the body was transported out of Banai Village in Guizhou Province using a special method, Jie Jiuye was hunted down and had no choice but to be helped by Gou Wuye in Hangzhou.

In the end, Gou Wuye used the plan of golden cicada to escape from its shell and hid the body in the imperial mausoleum of the Southern Song Dynasty.

That is to say, this land covered with fire is the Imperial Tomb of the Southern Song Dynasty!

That corpse was originally left as a condition for negotiation during the most difficult times.

Now that all the plans have been successfully implemented, it is almost time to let him rest in peace.

As for handing it over... no one is that stupid!

At this moment, Hu Ming's blurred eyes suddenly turned a little annoyed, and he slapped his forehead. He almost forgot an important thing!

Still turning his palm over, Hu Ming took out one out of thin air. A rusty iron lump that exuded a faint fragrance!

"Isn't this the kind of iron figurine fragments we found in Banai Village?"

Wu Xie, who had just finished reading a letter left by Jie Lianhuan, originally wanted to sigh with a complicated mood, but looked at what Hu Ming suddenly took out and asked in confusion.

"You don't understand...this is the last piece of the puzzle."

However, Hu Ming just smiled slightly. Some things were too sensitive and there was no need to explain.

The sword appeared out of thin air, peeling off the iron skin with superb skills without damaging the long-dead flesh and blood tissue inside.

Due to the special antiseptic measures, although the flesh and blood inside has long been stiff, there are no traces of decay.

Hu Ming blocked the piece of flesh and blood from being thrown into the increasingly fierce sea of ​​​​fire.

This was found in the mountains by the old guy Pan Ma who forced Hu Ming to confess by words and deeds before he left.

This is an iron figurine that Panma stole when Jie Jiuye's team left.

As for Panma's fate... Wu Erbai killed that guy with his own hands before leaving.

After all, the archaeological team killed by Nianpan Ma and others at the lake were all the younger generation of Jiumen!

Although those people have been brainwashed to serve "him", even if it is to clean up the house, it is not the outsider's turn to do it!

Things have come to this point and everything is over.

For Hu Ming, in a short period of time, apart from his brother's affairs, there was nothing else that needed attention.

As for Wu Xie

Digesting the information left by Lian Lian, dealing with the mess left by Wu Sansheng, and even pursuing the past of his little brother will cost him a lot of energy and time.

Thinking about it, Wu Xie will live a life of exhaustion and anxiety for a long time to come.

For a person, the physical fatigue is far less than the mental pressure.

And the saddest thing is that outsiders can't help with things like heart knots, you can only rely on yourself.

Early the next morning, Hu Ming, who was suffering from a rare hangover, sobered up and briefly explained what was going on in Changsha City before catching the first flight back to Sijiu City.

The peaceful days passed for a long time, and by the time Hu Ming saw his brother again, it would be years later.

This day is the fifteenth day of the New Year, which is a good day.

In Hu Ming's residence, Yin Nanfeng, Hong Xia and others have left, leaving space and time to the two of them who are facing each other in silence.

Perhaps because they were about to part ways, the young man who never drank asked for a bottle of wine, frowned and took a sip.

Obviously, the guy didn't like the taste.

"Why bother? If you don't know how to drink, don't drink. It's only been ten years, and it's not a separation between life and death. Why is it so tragic?"

Seeing this, Hu Bai rolled his eyes and said angrily.

"During this period, I have been staying in Medog in Western Xinjiang."

The little brother talks to himself in a very personal way, briefly describing his experiences during this period.

"Hidden Sea Flower? I know you will definitely go back there after you recover your memory. The most important woman in your life will sleep in the Hidden Sea Flower."

Hu Ming was silent. He had read Zanghaihua and knew that Medog was a very special place for me.

At the northernmost part of Medog, on the border, deep in the Himalayas, there is a snow-capped mountain that is rarely visited by people.

The mountain is closed for at least half a year every year, and there is an ancient temple on the mountain.

The young man's biological mother died in the Tibetan Sea Flower near this temple.

Hu Ming once visited there from afar. To this day, three braziers are still burning in the front yard of this temple, and there is a sculpture of the young man leaving in the backyard.

Of course, this is another story. In the depths of the Himalayas, on the Nepal side, there are still many secrets.

For example, another huge bronze door, for example, the mysterious Kangbalo tribe.

Decades ago, some interesting stories happened there, and it is a huge story to tell. For details, please see Tibetan Sea Flower!

The young man just said it casually and did not mean to tell it in detail.

"I said goodbye to Fatty and Wu Xie before I came. I have to go now. Hu Ming, please give me a ride. I will need you to pick me up in ten years."

After a brief chat, the young man stood up and sorted out his equipment after checking the time.

"Okay!"

Hu Ming did not try to stop him and took the key to the off-road vehicle that he had prepared long ago.

Hu Ming really felt that intuition was a magical skill that defied the heavens!

In the morning, Hu Ming had a hunch that the young man would come to visit today, so he had people prepare for the long journey early.

The two drove to Changbai Mountains again, crossed Erdaobai River, and came to Yingshan Village at the foot of Changbai Mountains again.

Hu Ming and the young man were both skilled and courageous, and the cruel environment here had little impact on them.

After leaving the car here, replenishing some daily necessities, and saying goodbye to their acquaintance Shunzi, the two stepped into Changbai Mountains.

It was three days later when the two came to the bronze door of the underground crack of Sansheng Peak again.

When the two arrived here, the bronze gate had already opened a crack, and the team of ghost soldiers had been waiting in front of the gate for a long time.

The young man silently put on the ancient armor, hung a black knife on his waist, dragged the token ghost seal in his hand, and walked into the specially reserved position in the team.

"This time, won't you come in with me?"

The captain of the ghost soldiers looked at Hu Ming sitting on the steps with a bit of curiosity on his stiff face, and asked in the ancient language.

"No, I already knew what I wanted to know a year ago, and there is no need to go in again."

"Ten years later, I will come here again to take the young brother home, and by the way witness your return to the abyss."

Hu Ming lit a cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke and mist, and shook his head.

It is worth mentioning that Hu Ming also answered in an ancient language with a strange pronunciation.

After all, Hu Ming has been in there for half a year, and the language used by the beings in there to communicate is all this ancient language. No matter how poor Hu Ming's language talent is, under the influence of this environment, this language can also be learned well.

"Okay!"

The captain of the Yinbing said nothing more and led the team into the darkness inside the bronze door.

Before leaving, the little brother smiled at Hu Ming who waved goodbye, and finally stepped into the world inside the door.

The strange fog began to dissipate, the sound of the ancient horn stopped, and the bronze door slowly closed with the deafening friction sound, and the world inside the door was separated from the outside world again.

Everything returned to calm, and the ancient and mysterious bronze door seemed to have never been opened.

Hu Ming sat there and smoked an unknown number of cigarettes. When he heard the sound of wings flapping faintly in his ears, he stood up.

"Okay, you are more than 20 years old, why are you still shy like a little girl? Do you still have this kind of emotion?"

"It's getting late, nephew, we should go back. We'll come here to pick up the little brother home in ten years."

Hu Ming slowly walked to the crack where he left and came in this time, and patted Wu Xie's shoulder who had followed him quietly and hidden in the shadows.

Wu Xie's tracking skills are undoubtedly not up to par, Hu Ming and Xiao Ge have already discovered his tracks.

If the two hadn't helped him from time to time, Wu Xie would have been left in the snowy mountains as an ice stick.

"For people like you and Menyouping, ten years is a trivial time, but for ordinary people like me, it is extremely long!"

After calming down, Wu Xie took a last look at the closed bronze door and followed Hu Ming's footsteps to leave here.

"Zhang Qiling, see you in ten years!"