"Mr. Zhang, how sure are you?"
Seeing Mr. Zhang frowning, Chen Feiyu's expression became serious and he asked in a deep voice.
"Twenty percent..."
Mr. Zhang spoke with a solemn expression.
Chen Feiyu's eyes narrowed instantly: "Only 20%?"
Mr. Zhang immediately explained: "Young Master Chen, if you give me enough time to set up the formation and cast the platform... the certainty can be increased to at least 40%, but now..."
Mr. Zhang's voice stopped abruptly and he looked at Chen Feiyu eagerly, waiting for Chen Feiyu to weigh whether he could buy him some time.
But obviously, Mr. Zhang still overestimated Chen Feiyu's strength.
Although the Chen family is a martial arts family, the head of the family is only at the level of King Wu, and has been exhausted due to thousands of years of practice. Even Chen Feiyu has no way to ask the head of the family to come out, not to mention Zheng Wenlong's resolute attitude. Even if the head of the Chen family comes in person, it may not be possible. Difficult to accommodate.
"It's not a big deal, but it's enough to make us take risks."
Chen Feiyu said in a deep voice.
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Mr. Zhang couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth twice: "Young Master Chen, if you miss, it will cost the lives of everyone present, even... Young Master, you may also be in danger..."
"What you said reminded me."
Chen Feiyu raised his eyebrows and smiled playfully: "I will take the first step, Mr. Zhang, and I will leave the matter to you. You can rest assured that as long as you can complete this matter and promise you something, I, Chen Feiyu, will never do it." I’ll break my promise!”
After Chen Feiyu finished speaking, he turned around and left.
Mr. Zhang stood there for a long time, and then sighed with a wry smile. He looked at the several bodyguards arrayed around him, and several people also looked in Mr. Zhang's direction.
Mr. Zhang's name is Zhang Deyu. He was once a Taoist disciple. Later, he returned to the secular world and established a military attaché to recruit disciples in the secular world.
Because they have real talent and practical knowledge, those who have practiced qigong have become famous within a few years.
The people in front of him were all his proud disciples and Chen Feiyu's bodyguards.
"Master, what should I do?"
As one person asked, the others also looked at Zhang Deyu with questioning looks in their eyes.
Zhang De's heart skipped a beat and he said in a deep voice: "Wealth and honor are sought in danger! Arrange the formation and open the altar. Open the altar when you are ready!"
"yes!"
Several people left in response, but Zhang Deyu looked in the direction of Ning Chen, or to be precise, in the direction of Zheng Wenlong.
If something unexpected happened, he only hoped that Zheng Wenlong could take action in time to save his life.
Everyone began to make preparations, and soon a nine-meter-high altar was erected. Zhang Deyu stood on the altar with a mahogany sword in his hand, quite a bit like an immortal.
A group of disciples below formed a formation under the command of Zhang Deyu, danced their swords, and then began to dig downward along the boulder.
Seeing this scene, Ning Chen frowned slightly. He originally planned to quietly deal with the zombie in the dead of night, but now it seems that he may have to move ahead of schedule.
Wang Chengzhang and others were also staring intently at Zhang Deyu and his party. Except for Zhang Deyu, the rest of the group below were all in suits and ties, with expressionless faces, dressed like cold and arrogant killers.
But now, they look like a group of Taoist priests.
In particular, several people were setting up a forum and doing it in such a serious manner that Wang Chengzhang and others' hearts were in their throats for a while.
Is there really something under this boulder?
I have lived in this Sanshui Village for decades. Not to mention being haunted, not even an accident has happened here!
People often say that poor mountains and bad waters bring out unruly people.
Sanshui Village is quite prosperous. The neighbors here are extremely harmonious and greet each other with smiling faces. It has always been a harmonious scene. How could there be dirt?
Moreover, this dirty thing is right in the middle of Sanshui Village!
Half an hour later, Zhang Deyu's disciples had dug nearly two meters deep. Except for the four disciples who were located in the southeast, northwest and northwest of the altar, almost all of them had dug underground.
The surrounding soil has piled up into hills, and even if you sit on the roof, you can barely see the backs of a few people's heads.
However, the boulder still stood firmly in the center, and it was unknown how deep it was below.
"Boom!"
A soft sound like a knock on the door came out, and a disciple under the pit raised his head excitedly: "Master! We dug it!"
"There's a coffin down there!"
Zhang Deyu's eyes narrowed, he hurriedly sat up straight, clenched the mahogany sword in his hand, and ordered: "Open the coffin!"
"Master, we can't open it!"
"what's the situation?"
"This huge boulder is pressing on the coffin, and we can't open it at all. Moreover... there are inscriptions on this boulder, which we don't even recognize..."
"Daowen?"
Zhang Deyu's eyes flashed, and he was about to get off the altar and step forward to investigate, but there was another "dong" sound.
The sound startled Zhang Deyu and he almost fell to the ground.
"Who knocked it! Don't move!"
A disciple under the pit frowned. Several disciples looked at each other with questioning looks in their eyes.
Apparently none of them moved the shovel.
"Boom!"
There was another soft sound, and finally the soft sounds came one after another.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Each sound is more powerful than the other!
The masters of the martial arts association who were guarding the surroundings also expressed surprise and uncertainty. Although they were warriors, they were also afraid of such fantasy and extreme things as ghosts and gods.
Especially the sound was extremely weird, as if the ground beneath my feet was shaking!
On the top floor of the attic, in just a few seconds, everyone became restless!
That powerful sound seemed to be pounding the earth, as if it would break out of the ground in the next second!
A cold wind suddenly blew around them, and everyone couldn't help but shiver. Only Ning Chen and Zheng Wenlong looked calm and remained as usual.
"What...what's going on!?"
I don't know whether it was because of fear or the cold wind, but Wang Chengzhang couldn't speak clearly. He looked at Ning Chen with a hint of panic: "What is the thing under the ground!? What happened to Sanshui Village? There could be something so terrifying!”
Ning Chen sneered, pointed at the group of Taoist priests in the field, and said calmly: "Do you really think this Sanshui Village is some kind of Feng Shui treasure land? Those people came here just for this thing underground. As for the project promised to you, It’s just a cover.”
"This...how is this possible..."
Wang Chengzhang didn't seem to believe what he was seeing, and couldn't help but murmur.
But recalling the behavior of Chen Feiyu and his group, he had no choice but to believe it.
Chen Feiyu is obviously a pampered playboy, but he actually came to a remote place like Sanshui Village to discuss business with him, and even had to inspect the village for half a month!
But in a flash, Wang Chengzhang seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly looked up at Ning Chen: "Impossible! Even if Mr. Chen has other intentions, he will come to my Sanshui Village to build afterward! The certificates of the two land use rights cannot be fake. , the contract they want to sign with me is also true!"
