As soon as I said this, my grandfather coughed. I thought he would suddenly realize it like me, but to my surprise, he seemed unusually calm.
He asked Fatty Wang: "Fat boy, you are not allowed to be brave in front of me! What's going on? Come out to me immediately. Don't think that you are a descendant of the tomb robbers. I don't dare to kill you." Crushing bones and ashes!"
"I..." Fatty Wang hesitated, with an indescribable expression on his face. Finally, he sighed and said honestly: "Guo...Grandpa Guo, don't be angry. I secretly became a monk last year. A monster fell in Sichuan, not far from there are the unearthed ruins of Sanxingdui."
"From the discovery of Sanxingdui in 2009 to the first excavation by the archaeological team in 2004, it is actually the tip of the iceberg. Sanxingdui is just a burial place, God is still underneath! I went in to steal Sanxingdui, and it would be a loss of my head. I used our Gold Touching Sect's unique sky capsule star-gazing and acupuncture technique to find a Jiaomai crypt. In your Witch Burial Sect, it should be called the Burial Eye. When I went down, I found a cylindrical shaft-shaped burial pit. There are twelve mummies sitting cross-legged around a small earthen bag."
"I knew there must be a treasure under this earthbag. I even pulled and blew it, and sure enough, two things were exposed. One is the lama's divination cauldron that I am wearing now, and the other is a piece of tortoise shell with burn marks. In fact, there are cracks on it. It's a map, and the location of the Lama God's tomb is marked on the map." At this point, he looked at Bai Laogou defensively.
Then he said: "But this tortoise shell is not in my hand now. It is in the hands of a young man. He is a Qilin Blood Warrior from Kunlun Mountain. I don't know his name, but I have only one purpose here, and that is to invite you on your way." , put this cauldron back into the Lama God’s tomb to lift the curse.”
My grandpa’s eyes were a little wet, and I suddenly felt baffled, so I asked, “Grandpa, how are you? Why are you crying?”
Grandpa sighed and said: "My dear, how could you know that those twelve mummies are the ancestors of our Guo family? This family is quite noble."
"Zhuge? Why did our old Guo family get involved with Zhuge again?" I asked in confusion.
Grandpa said: "My dear, I hide a lot of things from you. I wanted to break up with you, but on the day you were born, I divined and knew that you couldn't escape. Our surname is Guo only started to rise in the late Xia and early Shang Dynasties. At that time, it was under the rule of the imperial power. Our shaman religion was suppressed, hunted, and exterminated. So we concealed the surname Zhuge and changed it to Guo, like the ancestors of Wang Wazi's family. The surname is Yuwen, but after thousands of years, these two-letter surnames originating from matrilineal society have become increasingly rare."
I really didn't expect that I have another surname, Zhuge Zang?
Fatty Wang didn't finish speaking. My grandfather and I continued to listen to him, and the old white dog next to us also listened attentively.
Fatty Wang is a little embarrassed. I think he keeps talking in a roundabout way, as if he is hiding or avoiding something, but in the current situation, if he doesn't say anything, my grandfather will blow him up with black coal briquettes.
He sighed deeply and said: "Oh! I'm not going to be happy if I don't vomit! Then I'll just say it. In fact, I have already entered the Black Dog Post..."
Before he could finish speaking, my grandfather went up to him and grabbed him by the collar. He opened his eyes wide and gritted his teeth and said, "What did you say!"
