The fat man sneered when he heard this, "Where is the door? Why didn't I see you, Fatty?"
"That only means that you have no connection with this Heavenly Palace." Wu Xiaoxie teased.
The fat man waved his hand indifferently, "It doesn't matter whether Fatty and Tiangong are destined to each other, as long as they are destined to the Mingwei here."
As he spoke, he leaned down and groped in the water, and actually let him touch an oxygen bottle that had been smashed and cracked, and his other hand held up a broken diving goggles.
After touching it for a long time, except for some miscellaneous garbage, there was no hair on the Mingqi.
The fat man sighed, "It's a waste of my time."
Zhang Zhu gave him an elbow and pointed at the little brother who was standing in front of the stone tablet and turned into a stone sculpture. "Look, little brother, something doesn't seem right."
The three of them came closer, took a closer look, and immediately felt a little thump in their hearts.
The little brother's eyes at this moment seemed to have experienced some kind of disaster, lifeless, despairing and sad to the extreme.
"Brother?" Zhang Zhuxun asked cautiously, stretching out his hand and shaking it slowly in front of his eyes, "Are you okay?"
The younger brother slowly raised his eyelids and looked around the three people in front of him, as if he was confirming something.
He said in an inaudible voice, "I remembered what happened twenty years ago."
The little brother's expression was so dejected that it was suffocating, as if he had no breath at this moment and turned into a dead person.
Zhang Zhuoxun looked at it and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He asked softly: "Can you tell me something?"
The little brother nodded, and in a very slow and calm tone, from the perspective of a bystander, he told a huge mystery that had been buried for twenty years.
Zhang Zhuxun and the others listened very carefully, as if they were immersed in the scene.
It turns out that the picture on the double-eared porcelain vase that attracted Wu Xiaoxie to lose track of time and almost caused him to be scratched by a sea monkey told the story of the Yunding Tiangong designed and built by Wang Zanghai, a master craftsman in the early Ming Dynasty!
But when I heard the little brother say in a calm tone that the narcissistic woman Huo Ling took the credit for discovering important clues, and kissed the side of the little brother's face as a reward...
Zhang Zhuoxun's pupils were trembling and his fingers were moving slightly. At this moment, he only had one thought in his mind. He wanted to use the alcohol cotton in his backpack to disinfect the side of his little brother's face——
Damn it, this XX girl dares to take advantage of this little brother!!
He just felt that his pure, cold and god-like patriarch had been defiled!
He wants to kill Huo Ling!
Perhaps the murderous aura emanating from Zhang Zhuxun's body was too strong, so the younger brother stopped talking and looked at him in confusion.
Zhang Zhuoxun twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Continue talking."
The little brother continued to tell.
It is said that Mr. Wu twisted his body to comb his hair in front of the stone tablet and accidentally discovered the mechanism. It turned out to be Qimen Dunjia.
The younger brother stared at the stone tablet in front of him and said, "Back then, I knew more about our country's ancient tomb traps than anyone else in the world."
"But I didn't find any trace of the existence of any mechanism on the stone tablet."
Zhang Chuxun naturally knows Qimen Dunjia very well. The so-called Qimen Dunjia uses the art of war and the theory of destiny, also known as the Eight Formations, divided into eight gates, which are to open the gate of life and death and shock Du Jing, the gate of life is for life, and the gate of death is For death, if you enter other gates, you will see eight more gates, starting over and over again.
This is the mystery of Qimen Dunjia.
Zhang Zhuxun has always liked to study and crack mechanisms, and then improve them to make more exquisite and wonderful mechanisms.
It can be said that in terms of organizational attainments, I can definitely tie him 50-50 with my younger brother.
Hearing the little brother say that Mr. Wu found the trap by pretending to be a woman and combing his hair, Zhang Zhuoxun thought for two seconds and planned to try it, but unfortunately the fat man beat him to it.
"Xiao Yuzi, get out of the way of the Aijia. The Aijia special girl needs to comb her hair."
The fat man pinched his throat, pinched the orchid finger with his right hand, and waved it pretentiously, as if to shoo away flies, and pushed Zhang Zhuxun to the side with a flick of his fat ass.
Zhang Zhuxun staggered to his feet, touched the goose bumps on his arms, and said with a look of disgust, "Hey, fat guy, you took the wrong medicine."
Wu Xiaoxie grinned silently, "Brother just said that there is a fifty star map made of night pearls in Tianmen."
Zhang Zhuoxun rolled his eyes and asked why the fat man was so active all of a sudden. He was thinking about the night pearl in his palace.
"Humph~ Little Xiezi, don't think that the Ai family doesn't know that you were talking bad about the Ai family just now." The fat man said in angrily manner, holding up his hair, "That dead woman Ning Guifei ran away, so I guess the commission I promised to the Ai family is too much. Everything is in vain, the Ai family has never returned empty-handed after fighting against each other for so many years. This hatred cannot be reconciled, and the hatred in the hearts of the Ai family will never go away."
Zhang Zhuxun interrupted him helplessly, "Fat father-in-law, please tell me the important point."
"Didn't I just say that the walkway to the Heavenly Gate is uphill, and the big house with the model of the Heavenly Palace is very high, and the higher it goes, the higher it gets. The top of the treasure may be the highest point of the entire tomb. When the time comes, ..." As the fat man was talking, his words suddenly changed.
"Ah~ Aijia, bah, Fatty saw those three fish~"
Wu Xiaoxie hurried over, "Where is it?"
The fat man turned around and pointed to a door, "That's it!"
[Host, lend your body for use]
[What? ]
Zhang Zhuoxun was startled. Before he could react, he suddenly felt dizzy and lost consciousness the next second.
The fat man was still discussing with Wu Xiaoxie how to use the gold-plated bronze mirror legs with the word "Fu" in the big house as a hammer, when suddenly a strong wind blew by his ears.
A figure rushed to the secret door very quickly and was about to enter.
The little brother reacted very quickly and quickly stepped forward and grabbed "Zhang Shuxun"'s arm.
"Zhang Zhuxun" turned his head and smiled strangely at his younger brother, shook him away with a boom arm, and then swept him straight with a leg whip.
This blow was so fast and hard that if it was hit honestly, at least three ribs would be broken.
The little brother took a quick step back, jumped up and jumped on the wall, flipping in the air to avoid it. The moment he landed, he was about to pull someone in.
"Zhang Zhuxun" had already taken advantage of this second to sneak into the secret door.
Wu Xiaoxie and Fatty in the back were stunned by this sudden turn of events and froze in place.
"This... Muyu..." Wu Xiaoxie stumbled and couldn't say a complete sentence.
"not him."
The younger brother looked solemn and frowned slightly, "Zhang...Muyu doesn't have a red mole between his eyebrows."
The fat man who was running over suddenly stopped and stopped in place, "What? Is it possible that Muyu is possessed by an unknown female ghost like Mr. Wu back then?"
The younger brother shook his head, "I don't know."
Wu Xiaoxie grasped the key point, "Brother, you just said red mole, what kind of red mole?"
The little brother said: "The 'Muyu' who fought me just now has a red mole between his eyebrows, about 3 millimeters in diameter."
"That's right!" The fat man tapped his palm, "How could a real Muyu care about little brother so much, and suddenly attack him? He must be possessed by something. We need to follow him and see if he can."
Wu Xiaoxie walked back to the place where Zhang Zhuxun had been just now, picked up the backpack placed there, and affirmed: "Of course I have to go. Muyu didn't even take food with him before he left. What if he starves to death?"
