After dinner, Zhang Zhuxun was about to wash the dishes when his younger brother suddenly said, "Follow me."
Zhang Zhuxun followed the little brother with a suspicious look on his face to several skeletons in the open space. The little brother pointed at the right arms of these skeletons and said, "Look."
There is nothing underneath the ulna and radius, and none of these seven skeletons has a right hand.
"What's going on?" Zhang Zhuxun asked in surprise, "Why are these people's right hands missing?"
The little brother shook his head, stretched out his right hand and looked at it, his expression a little solemn.
Zhang Zhuoxun thought thoughtfully, "Pan Ma didn't say that he specifically chopped off the person's hand after killing him. Among the bones under the water, except those that were obviously not human, we fished out the rest. There is basically no possibility of omission.”
"So, someone took away their right hand after they died, fearing that something would be exposed."
According to the original plot, these bones are all members of the original expedition team who were killed by Panma. Chen Wenjin, younger brother Huo Ling and three others escaped underwater at that time. The obvious feature of the right hand is that of the Zhang family. Unique, that is to say, these seven bones are likely to belong to Zhang Dafo Lord's branch and the Zhang family in the army.
No, Zhang Zhuxun was horrified. He suddenly realized that he had overlooked an issue all along. The person who dug iron blocks by the lake with the expedition team was not the current brother, but a name created by Zhang Dafo. A person named "Zhang Qiling".
That person is the slumped shoulder who is hiding in the dark like a mouse now.
At that time, if the people underwater were Chen Wenjin, Huo Ling, and "Zhang Qiling", and the remaining people on the shore were killed by Panma and the others and thrown into the water, then Chen Wenjin and the others must have known that something had happened to the original expedition team of.
And "Zhang Qiling" was a substitute for the little brother created by Zhang Dafo. Zhang Dafo was working for "it" at the time, so the seven Zhang family members were not only protecting Chen Wenjin and the others, they were also monitoring Chen Wenjin and the others.
The reason why the slumped shoulders became slumped shoulders was that they were corroded by alkali powder. Therefore, when he discovered that the expedition team had been switched, he was probably swept into the Miluotuo Cave by the siphon tide before he had time to notify "it". , this can also explain why Tiaoqiu knows the situation at the bottom of the lake so well.
Then the topic turns back to, how come the right hands of the seven Zhang family members who were killed and dumped under the water were missing?
Did "it" sense that something was wrong and specially sent people to Yangjiao Mountain to take it away? Or did you slump your shoulders and pick up those people's hands?
Zhang Chuxun felt that the person who took away the right hand was probably "it". "It" sent people to Banai and discovered the information that one of his own people in the expedition team had been killed. He realized that the mission had been exposed, so he spared no effort to pursue it. Kill Jie Jiuye and take away the iron block, the coffin containing the corpse and the materials.
In the end, Jie Jiuye was rescued by the Wu family, who also participated in this plan that lasted for generations.
Perhaps "it" did not find the bodies of Chen Wenjin and Huo Ling at that time, so it assumed that these two people were alive. This is also the reason why the fake Wenjin and Huo Ling were still active in the organization until Xisha was killed by the real Wenjin and Huo Ling. Huo Ling changed again.
"It" wants to enter the Zhang family's ancient building in Banai. It is impossible without the direct leadership of the Zhang family. However, the head of the Zhang family has a fatal flaw, which is amnesia. This is most likely why "it" chose to abandon his little brother. , thus using the counterfeit "Zhang Qiling". ….
Zhang Zhuoxun speculated that the real brother might have escaped from the place where Zhang Dafoye imprisoned him with the help of Jie Jiuye and others, and then met Chen Wenjin somehow, and then Chen Wenjin and Chen Wenjin swapped the fake Wenjin They, this mixed expedition team going to Xisha are still under the control of "it", and the fake "Zhang Qiling" has been deemed dead by "it".
In other words, although the current Tub Shoulder is still "it", he is also hiding from "it" because Tub Shoulder knows too many secrets.
(Note: Zhang Qishan organized the largest tomb robbing activity in Jiumen. The younger brother was seriously injured and lost his memory in Siguniang Mountain. The team was divided into two factions. One faction was represented by the royalists of the Huo, Wu, Jie, and Zhang families, and was always loyal to the younger brother. The faction headed by Zhang Qishan put all the responsibility for the failure on the younger brother, launched a large-scale purge against the Zhang Qiling faction, and imprisoned the younger brother who was seriously injured and had amnesia.
He was imprisoned in Golmud Sanatorium for twenty years. Later, he escaped from the Sanatorium with the help of Master Jie Jiu. )
After the expedition team was killed, Tongqiao survived by chance, and he stayed in Banai to guard the ancient Zhang family building, completely unaware of what was happening in the outside world.
The reason why Tall Shoulder is so hostile to the younger brother is because under Zhang Qishan's brainwashing, he insists on thinking that he is Zhang Qiling, and he does not believe that the younger brother is a member of the Zhang family.
A touch of coldness fell on his face, awakening Zhang Zhuxun from his deep thoughts. He raised his eyes and saw the younger brother staring at his face with worry in his eyes.
Zhang Shuxun was stunned for a moment, then realized something and reached out to touch his right cheek, "It's growing again?"
The younger brother nodded and saw that his eyes were clear again, so he said nothing more.
Another drop of water fell on his face. Zhang Zhuoxun raised his head and looked at the darkening sky. "It's raining. Let's move these skeletons into the tent."
The little brother nodded and didn't ask anything.
The two of them moved all the things outside into the empty tent before the heavy rain, made the fire a little smaller, and put a big umbrella over it to protect it from the rain.
After cleaning up, the clothes on both of them were completely soaked.
Zhang Chuxun urged his brother to change clothes quickly. He cut two pieces of ginger and threw them into the pot. He also dug out a lump of tea leaves from Wu Xiaoxie's tea jar and threw them in. He sprinkled half a bag of brown sugar and closed the lid of the pot. .
After doing this, Zhang Zhuxun also returned to the tent and changed into clean clothes. When he came out, he saw his brother looking at the lake hidden in the rain.
The thunder roared like a bell, pouring down from the top of the mountain, passing through the ground under the feet, and all feedback into the lake. The lake water was also humming, and the siphon tide was advanced under the influence of the thunder.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the beats of drums beat on the tent, making people’s ears numb.
Due to the topography and environment, this tidal flat lake is surrounded by peaks and mountains in the center. Therefore, although the rain is heavy, there is no strong wind.
The ginger tea soup in the iron pot was bubbling. When the lid was opened, white steam came out like clouds and dispersed in the air.
The spicy smell that hit his nostrils made Zhang Zhuxun tilt his head and sneeze loudly.
He used a large iron spoon to flip up the tea leaves that had sunk to the bottom of the pot, and filled a bowl for each of them.
"Hey, be careful because it's hot." Zhang Zhuxun handed the bowl to the little brother. ….
The little brother thanked me and sipped the ginger tea soup in the bowl.
After closing the lid of the pot, Zhang Zhuxun also sat down next to the younger brother with the bowl in hand. He blew on it, but it was still too hot, so he had to put it aside.
"When do you think he will come?" Zhang Zhu asked.
After a long silence, the younger brother said, "Tonight."
Zhang Zhuoxun chuckled lightly, "It's dark and rainy at night, so it's a good time to kill people."
As if in response to his words, as soon as he finished speaking, a bolt of thunder exploded above their heads with an aura that seemed to open up the world.
"Then guess again, whether he will attack me first or you first." Zhang Zhu said with a teasing smile.
The little brother turned to look at him and silently said four words, boring, don't guess.
Zhang Zhuoxun let out a long sigh, okay, he was really a bit bored.
He took out the fragments of jade veins that he had previously buckled from the cracks in the underwater shaft from his pocket. He looked at them by the light of the fire and immediately curled his lips in boredom. There were too many magazines, and the white dots here and there were not floating. The flowers are not worth much.
The jade materials he kneaded with his materialization ability were worth more than this.
"When the rain stops tomorrow, let's go take a look at the cracks under the water." Zhang Zhuoxun said to his brother.
The little brother nodded and got up, scooped some water from the basin that collected rainwater, and planned to wash the dishes.
Zhang Zhuo was startled and quickly asked him to put down the bowl, "Damn it, don't move, don't move, just let me go."
The younger brother looked at him strangely, and Zhang Zhuxun coughed, "What about that? You go to bed first. Just leave the bowls for me to wash."
Lord God, how dare he ask the clan leader to wash the dishes? I'm afraid he might lose his life.
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Thunder rolls and rain pours.
Even with earplugs, Zhang Zhuxun was disturbed by the noise and had a restless sleep. The right half of his chest felt hot, and he had many bizarre dreams in a trance.
He seemed to have returned to the time when he followed the clues left in his notes and found the ancient building of the Zhang family.
He stood in front of the majestic and glorious door, tentatively reaching out to push it, but his hand suddenly disappeared, and he fell uncontrollably into the cold water.
The world was spinning for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that he was standing in the middle of a water mirror, surrounded by thick fog. He tentatively took two steps forward, and the thick bells buzzed in his ears, and the thick fog dissipated. , a giant bronze door appeared in front of him.
It is very similar to the bronze door on Changbai Mountain, but if you look closely, you can still find the differences.
This door seemed to be made from a single piece of meteorite. The pattern carved on the door was very similar to the stone door he had seen under the bronze sacred tree altar before.
Zhang Zhuxun's eyes gradually blurred, and there was a voice in his mind, urging him to keep moving forward.
"Gauwu Chizu—come here—"
Zhang Zhuxun took a step forward, and suddenly there was a sharp sting in his mind. The pain made him fall to his knees on the ground, covering his head. Big beads of sweat came out of his forehead, and he bit on it tightly. Lips, the smell of blood instantly spread from the mouth.
After an unknown amount of time, a thunder and lightning shattered the darkness.
In front of the water mirror, the fainted figure on the ground gradually faded, and finally disappeared into the gathering fog. ….
The little brother in the tent was awakened by the sudden increase in thunder. When he opened his eyes, a trace of very light and special blood drifted to the tip of his nose.
The little brother stood up suddenly, picked up the ancient black gold sword beside him and rushed into the rain.
At the same time, lightning flashed across Zhang Zhuxun's tent, illuminating the entire space for a few moments. A black figure was standing quietly beside him, holding a Yao sword that shone with cold light in his hand. .
The sharp knife that should have been inserted into the chest was trembling slightly at the moment, and the only exposed eyes of the masked man were full of horror at the moment.
He stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch the lines on Zhang Zhuxun's right face like dried blood.
A wisp of cold light came through the air and hit the masked man's right hand directly.
A scream cut through the darkness, and a few drops of blood spattered on the tattoo on Zhang Zhuxun's right face. The masked man rolled and fell to the other side of the tent. With a wave of the Yao knife in his hand, the tent was cut open by a sharp blade.
When the younger brother opened the door curtain and rushed in, the masked man had already escaped from the hole in the tent, rushed into the dense forest not far behind the tent, and disappeared.
Only two remaining fingers were left on the ground.
The few drops of blood that had just dripped onto Zhang Shuxun's face were being absorbed bit by bit by the red tattoo at an extremely slow speed.
The little brother stared at the tattoo for a few seconds, then suddenly reached out and wiped away the remaining blood stains on the tattoo.
Then he gently patted Zhang Zhuxun's face, trying to wake him up, "Muyu, wake up."
Zhang Zhuxun, who was lying in his sleeping bag, showed no reaction. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, he might have been thought to be dead.
The little brother frowned more and more tightly, feeling a little at a loss about the current situation.
After thinking about it, he leaned down and moved Zhang Shuxun into his tent with his sleeping bag.
Zhang Zhuxun's tent was already torn, and the rain would blow in. The other tents were all piled with stuff.
After settling Zhang Shuxun, the little brother turned around and ran under the umbrella shed, lit the fire he was holding, boiled water, took out the antipyretic patch from the medical bag and put it on Zhang Shuxun's forehead.
Then he sat next to Zhang Zhuxun, holding the knife and watching quietly.
As the night passed, the rain finally lightened up.
The little brother blinked and turned to look at Zhang Zhuxun, who was lying down in his sleeping bag. He still showed no sign of waking up.
A trace of anxiety flashed in the little brother's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to test Zhang Shuxun's pulse. It beat slowly and strongly, and there was a little confusion on his face.
There was a sound of heavy footsteps outside the tent, and the boy walked out.
Look, it was Agui driving a mule out of the woods.
When Agui saw the little brother, he immediately greeted him warmly, "Where's the boss?"
The younger brother said nothing and turned back to the tent.
Agui is already used to this. This boss probably has such a temper. From outsiders' opinion, if he can make this person move his eyelids, he will be considered a great person.
Shaking his head, Agui took off his raincoat, drove the mule under the umbrella shed, took off the two cages covered with tarpaulins on the mule, and took out a lot of green vegetables and a few boxes of cured meat. Crock pot.
The little brother put another antipyretic patch on Zhang Zhuxun's forehead, then put the black gold ancient sword next to him, walked out of the tent, and said to Agui: "Keep an eye on him."
Agui looked over and thought Zhang Zhuxun had caught a cold and had a fever due to being caught in the rain, so he agreed.
The little brother turned around and went to another tent, took out the water tools from inside, and then walked straight to the lake.
The heavy rain last night caused the lake level to rise a lot, and the stones tied to the rubber boat were submerged above the water line.
The little brother untied the rope and rowed the boat into the lake alone.
When Agui turned around to wash the dishes, he found that the person was gone. He looked left and right and suddenly noticed a dark shadow seemed to be floating on the lake. He took a closer look and saw that the cold noodle boss was rowing his boat into the water at this time. .
Isn’t this special girl simply desperate for her life?
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Taibai Nineteen
