I took a deep breath of the thickest and strongest smoke, and allowed the most poisonous and pungent smoke to swallow up my internal organs. The strongest and most bitter words came out from between my teeth: "I want to give it a try."
I don’t know how much time passed before Wu Ye’s voice regained its vitality: “Strike an egg against a stone!”
In the hell-like deep seam of steel, the fifth master's words could not be denied: "Ten years later. The old Dragon King is dead, let's fight again!"
"If I don't fight, I probably won't survive the New Year's Eve."
After another long period of dead silence, Mr. Wu replied to me: "The end of a lifetime of death."
I responded calmly to Master Wu: "There is no retreat! There is only one fight!"
A deep and long sigh came out through the steel cracks and spread over the empty and withered family area.
"Although the Long family covers the sky with one hand, they are not the best in China. There is another family that is stronger than the Long family. If that person is willing to help you, he can suppress the entire Long family with one hand."
"If you can get in touch with this person, I'll protect you from any worries."
I not only narrowed my eyes, but a huge wave surged in my heart. I was secretly horrified that such a terrifying person existed in China. I couldn't help but curiously asked: "Which one?"
"God of War. Zeng Family!"
Fifth Master said indifferently: "Your teacher, Old Man Cao, has a good relationship with him. You can try to find him."
I said thank you softly and didn't take Mr. Wu's words to heart.
For a little person like me, being able to have a relationship with Zhang Shiwei is a blessing earned in eight lifetimes. As for the God of War, I don't even dare to hope for it.
As for Old Man Cao, I didn't even think about going to him.
I have been reduced to a land where everyone is shouting and beating me when a rat crosses the street, and there is no place for me to stand in China. He, Old Man Cao, takes 50% of the credit!
At this moment, the fifth master's voice came again through the narrow steel gap in the netherworld: "Is it worth it?"
I gritted my teeth, raised my head, looked at the pitch-black sky above my head, and with supreme determination in my eyes, I replied to the Fifth Master: "Look at the world, there are all the barbarians, the way of heaven is incomplete, I will make up for it!"
At five o'clock in the morning, the wind and snow are getting stronger!
I walked out of the family area carrying the picture of a mother and a monkey on my back.
In the early morning, the streets of Yandu lost the hustle and bustle of the past, and gained a bit more of the vicissitudes of the six-hundred-year-old city.
Countless wanderers have already evacuated Yandu and returned to their hometowns thousands of miles away to enjoy the warmth of home, but I am still wandering.
After twists and turns, I arrived at a surveillance blind spot thirty minutes later. I looked around and opened the door of a car.
At 5:50 in the morning, I drove onto the viaduct!
Forty minutes later, I got on the expressway to Deyan!
At seven o'clock sharp, I officially left Yandu territory!
According to the rules of the Iron Mask King, once I leave the boundaries of Yandu, it will be against the rules. If someone catches you, you may be fired, or you may step on a sewing machine.
But these are no longer important.
All the way to the west with great speed!
The further west you go, the snowier it gets!
The intermediate highway was closed, forcing me to turn onto the national highway. When I encountered another traffic jam on the national highway, I was asked to take a rural road, then a national highway, and then onto a highway. The journey was bumpy, with stops and starts. No amount of hardships and hardships could stop me from moving forward.
On the last stretch of the journey, heavy snow fell, visibility was less than five meters, and the car could no longer move forward.
I abandoned the car without hesitation and walked along the highway for four hours before finally reaching the exit.
Looking at the words "Tangcheng" covered with snow on the roof of the toll station, I felt an unprecedented throbbing in my heart.
Yue Wei!
I am coming!
I'm here to take you home!
Yandu is only more than two hundred kilometers away from Tangcheng, but it took me a full fifteen hours to walk.
By the time I arrived at the most luxurious resort hotel in Tangcheng, Zhong Xiaojing had been waiting for me for a full ten hours.
In the early morning of the day when I showed the Emperor Qianlong's Shroud to Fifth Master, I asked Zhong Xiaojing to leave Yandu, and Ah Zhun arranged for Zhong Xiaojing's residence.
Without any nonsense, Zhong Xiaojing and I walked straight to downtown Tangcheng.
The first target point is Chinatown Barbecue Street!
Seven years ago, this was the most popular night snack street in Tangcheng.
Seven years later, this place has long since been razed to the ground and turned into a main road.
It turns out that Tangcheng Barbecue Street is located in a prime location where every inch of land is at a premium, and it was established less than three years ago. Logically speaking, such an area should never be demolished, but it happened to be demolished.
What's even more strange is that after the demolition, nothing was built here and it was turned into a road.
Everything in the past no longer exists, and even after searching around, I couldn't find a single reference or any trace of the past.
Zhong Xiaojing looked at everything in front of him, confused and helpless. He shook his head sadly at me, raised his hand and slapped himself: "Brother-in-law. I'm useless."
Looking at Zhong Xiaojing's distorted and painful face, I comforted him softly: "It's okay!"
The lack of reference objects and traces does not trouble me.
Finding things is my strong point.
Throwing out the dragon probe, he raised it flat against his chest and calmed down, thinking silently in his mind, following the instructions on the tip of the dragon probe, he found the approximate location of the original barbecue restaurant, where it stood quietly.
On the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, there was no one on the streets in a blizzard.
The moment the shrill cold wind blew, I felt Yue Wei's breath.
His body shivered several times, as if he felt the suffering Yue Wei suffered at that time.
At this moment, my heart was bleeding.
"Brother-in-law. Are you sure this is it?"
I nodded: "Are you still impressed?"
With a pop, Zhong Xiaojing knelt on the ground, slapped his head desperately, and said in pain and sorrow: "I can't remember, I can't remember, I'm so useless, I might as well be dead..."
I patted Zhong Xiaojing on the shoulder, took out the incense candle from my backpack, lit it, and silently watched the time.
The twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, nine twenty.
Seven years ago, September 29th, nine twenty. This is the time when Yue Wei and Zhong Xiaojing are having barbecue here.
At this moment, a Toyota Land Cruiser passed by at high speed and then backed away half a minute later, ignoring the traffic light.
A bloated man wearing an Archaeopteryx down jacket jumped out of the car, looked left and right like a thief for a long time, took out an electronic navigation device and tinkered with it for a long time, quickly recorded in his notebook, and finally took pictures.
The man's unusual movements immediately aroused Zhong Xiaojing's high alertness, and he quietly took half a step back.
On this snowy night, it was the twenty-seventh of the twelfth lunar month, and not even a taxi could be seen on the street. The appearance of this man was enough to make Zhong Xiaojing tense up.
Suddenly, the bloated man who was wrapped up tightly shouted to me unceremoniously: "Lighter. Let me use the lighter."
Zhong Xiaojing's expression changed, and he quietly approached me quietly.
I didn't respond to the bloated man's words, but took out the windproof lighter and threw it.
I threw it with moderate force and from a high enough angle, but the bloated man still didn't catch it.
"You haven't eaten yet. It's so hard to throw a lighter."
The bloated man cursed and yelled: "Who. You. Come here. Pick up the lighter for me."
Zhong Xiaojing raised his eyebrows, paused with his right arm, and slid a stick from his long sleeve into his palm.
"Pick it up yourself."
"I want you to pick it up."
The bloated man pointed at Zhong Xiaojing and shouted sternly: "It's you I'm talking about. Zhong Xiaojing!"
