Wang Xian was stunned for a moment. This time he had a good memory and did not yell. Instead, he calmed down and took a torch to shine.
Du Feng kept his eyes straight and stared at Wang Xian's movements, fearing that he might miss something.
He just watched helplessly as Wang Xian withdrew his hand from the hole, holding a palm-sized square iron box in his hand.
There is no pattern on the surface of the box. It should have been polished smooth and discernable, but after being buried in the ground for a long time, it is no longer as smooth as it was yesterday. It is full of pits and pits, and the scarlet and dark yellow rust will rust when touched lightly. Iron filings fall straight down.
A mechanical lock was hung on the iron box, and as Wang Xian walked over, there was a muffled sound.
Du Feng's eyes suddenly straightened. He stared at the iron box like a hungry wolf, his lips moved slightly, and the sharp teeth in the upper and lower rows were sharpened.
If he hadn't been hung by chains, restrained and unable to control his movements, he would have bitten Wang Xian's hand immediately.
Wang Xian's back was chilled by Du Feng's fierce, vicious and hateful eyes. He couldn't help but puff up his chest. There was nothing to be afraid of in a half-dead man.
He held the iron box in both hands as if holding a rare treasure, and handed it to Han Changmu solemnly: "Sir, do you see it?" As he said that, he raised his eyelids and glanced at Du Feng, who looked crazy and greedy. .
He felt more and more that something was wrong with Du Feng. He was afraid that this man was not pretending to be crazy, but was really crazy.
Han Changmu dragged the iron box with one hand, raised his hand and fiddled with the lock, which made a crisp sound. He glanced at Du Feng and said, "Key."
Du Feng snorted, which sounded like a sneer and cold pain: "No."
"No, then this is a useless thing, a useless thing," Han Changmu paused, smiled casually, held the square iron box in his hand and slowly stretched it out, stretched out the rock, stretched out under the clouds, and stretched out When he reached mid-air, he turned his palms down and said, "What are you keeping these useless things for?"
Wang Xian was stunned and looked at Han Changmu dumbfounded.
Is this person crazy? Was he driven crazy by Du Feng?
"Ah, ah, you are crazy, you are crazy! That is Emperor Ming's legacy, Emperor Ming's!!" Watching the treasure he had longed for fall into the clouds, Du Feng was going crazy, he was really crazy. , huge despair firmly grasped his heart, his face turned pale, he yelled with heartbreaking screams, and his body struggled violently, as if he was going to live and die with the falling iron box.
The chains rattled loudly as they were being pulled back. Han Changmu did not say anything to stop him. He just watched Du Feng struggling with sweat profusely on his face and a gray face. Finally, he stopped in exhaustion and despair. His eyes were gone at first. Crazy light, just very red.
Du Feng gasped for breath, and a purring sound came from deep in his throat, as if someone's bellows had broken. After breathing for a moment, he suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a long whistle. He lowered his head feebly, and the hissing turned into a whimper. Swallowing cries.
I cried so hard that my face was covered with tears and snot.
Seeing all these changes, Wang Xian was amazed. What does extreme happiness bring about sadness? This is it. So far, this is the most appropriate interpretation of these four words that he has seen.
Han Changmu watched Du Feng go from madness to despair, from full of hope to despair. The ups and downs of his destiny were vividly demonstrated in this man, which made him heave a sigh of relief.
"Key." Han Chang
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Mu slowly uttered the same two words again and stretched out his hand in front of Du Feng, holding the square iron box in his palm.
"You, you, you didn't throw it away, you, you." Du Feng was stunned for a moment, stopped crying, tears were still hanging on his face, and he said a few words blankly.
Han Changmu raised his eyebrows: "It will be true next time."
Du Feng scratched his neck and stared at Han Changmu's hand. He didn't believe Han Changmu's words, but he was afraid that Han Changmu would really turn his hand. After all, the people in the Department of Internal Health are all mentally ill and not normal. If they don't get it, they will destroy it. The idea of falling off is also normal.
He only hesitated for a moment before making a decision: "The key is hidden in my bun." After saying that, a huge stone was lifted from his heart and he let out a long sigh.
Han Changmu raised his chin towards Wang Xian.
Wang Xian understood and walked quickly in front of Du Feng. He was already prepared for this man's cunning and scheming. He did not rashly untie Du Feng's bun with his hands, but used a short blade to lift the strands of hair. Teal ribbon.
The moment the bun fell apart, an inch-long dark yellow unknown object fell from the loose bun.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Wang Xian pulled off a piece of clothing, pocketed the unknown object, and carefully placed it on the ground.
Han Changmu kicked the thing twice with interest, raised his eyebrows and asked Du Feng with a smile: "You said this is the key? Do you want me to throw the box down, or do you want me to throw it down?"
Du Feng made a mistake and said, "The copper buckle on my belt is my other half."
Wang Xian couldn't bear Du Feng's half-confession, half-recruitment, and half-hiding approach. He rushed to him, roughly pulled off his belt, took off the copper buckle and handed it to him. Han Changmu.
Han Changmu then picked up the object on the ground and locked it with the copper buckle.
There was only a soft "click" sound, and the two things merged into one very smoothly. It was indeed a one-inch-long brass key, but it had been left underground for a long time, and the color was a little darker, not so yellow-orange. It's orange.
Han Changmu got the complete key, but did not open the iron box. Instead, he held the key in his palm and asked Du Feng slowly: "What is your relationship with the youngest son of Emperor Ming?"
Du Feng was obviously stunned for a moment, his face looked ugly, and he asked in shock: "How did you know?"
Han Changmu grinned, and the smile fell into Du Feng's eyes, as terrifying as the devil of Hell: "Didn't you just admit it?"
Du Feng twisted the chain with loud noises and shouted angrily: "You lied to me! You lied to me!!"
Han Changmu reached out and patted Du Feng's face, and said lightly: "This chain is not strong."
Du Feng was far from being as heroic and unafraid of death as he showed. He was still afraid of death. When he heard Han Changmu's words, he immediately stopped struggling and just stared at Han Changmu with hatred and panting heavily.
Han Changmu took the key and opened the iron box in front of Du Feng, but did not take out the contents. He only opened a gap and took a look, then locked the box, changed a new lock, and removed the original lock. Throw the lock and key into the cliff.
Then he put the iron box into a pouch and hung it on his waist, tied the rope without saying a word, and climbed up using his hands and feet.
Du Feng was stunned when he saw these movements, and when most of Han Changmu melted into the vast clouds,
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In the fog, he shouted in panic: "Hey, hey, don't leave. Come down, you leave, I, what should I do? You can't, can't hang me here alone, will you?" , it will kill people!!”
Hearing this, Wang Xian was unhappy. He patted Du Feng's face with the back of his knife and squinted at him: "Hey, what you said is wrong. I'm not a human being, right?"
Du Feng updated.
Han Changmu said gloomily from above: "Wang Xian, don't be fooled by him again this time."
Wang Xian responded: "Don't worry, sir." He turned to look at Du Feng and smiled sadly: "No one has ever dared to lie to me like this. You are the first."
At this time, Du Feng really felt the existence of danger and felt that death was slowly approaching. He broke out in a cold sweat. When the mountain wind blew, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave and his whole body was cold.
The scene on the cliff was still the same as when Han Changmu and the three of them went down, and there was no change. It seemed that Dou Weiqi had not arrived yet. However, Han Changmu looked up at the sky, and it was almost time. No matter how slow Dou Weiqi's footwork was, he should still be there. Got here.
He took a few steps forward, squeezed the iron box, and heard footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw Wang Xian climbing out of the cliff, and asked in a deep voice: "Is everything cooked?"
Wang Xian nodded: "Yes, I knocked him unconscious and hung him under the rock. Whether he can survive or not depends on his fate."
Han Changmu chuckled: "Did you ask all the questions?"
Wang Xian nodded again: "Yes, I asked them all."
"Let's go, talk as we go, I'm afraid Dou Weiqi and the others will be here soon." Han Changmu walked forward quickly, while Wang Xian followed behind, cleaning up the traces of someone's presence as he walked.
Just after turning a mountain ridge, anxious and messy footsteps came from the mountain.
Han Changmu raised his hand and waved, and the two of them quickly hid in the bushes nearby, holding their breath and looking at the road ahead.
Two people ran over on the mountain road. The one in front was wearing a blue-gray narrow-body suit, with a slightly darker belt of the same color around his waist. His thin and powerful figure was clearly visible.
He ran all the way, his bun was still in his bun and his clothes were not messy, and even his breathing was steady without a trace of noise.
But the person following him was not doing well. He ran with his clothes wide open and his short brown shirt almost fell to the ground. He was panting and sweating profusely. It was obvious that he couldn't keep up with the pace of the person in front.
Han Changmu stared intently at the figures of the two running past. It was not until the two ran across the ridge that he slowly stood up from the bushes and looked at the direction in which the two were going, his eyes flashing.
Wang Xian saw Han Changmu's face was a little gloomy, opened his mouth, and asked hesitantly: "Sir, those two people just now, the one in front, is Dou Weiqi, right?"
Neither of them had seen with their own eyes what the three heads of Qingyun Village were like, but just looking at the posture of the man just now, he was worthy of the status of the third head of Qingyun Village.
Han Changmu thought: "It looks like Wang Xian, what did Du Feng say just now?"
The two walked out of the bushes and rushed along the mountain road towards Qingyun Village. Wang Xian said in a deep voice: "Sir, Du Feng claimed that he was a descendant of Emperor Ming. After thinking about it for a while, the descendants of Emperor Ming were not the ones who were killed by that man. Are they the descendants of Emperor Ming's youngest son who was taken out by the eunuch during the chaos? But this, this, Emperor Ming has been dead for more than fifty years, so there is really no way to verify what he said."
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