Hearing this name, Mr. Zheng was obviously stunned for a moment and said, "You know a lot about the Jiang family. Do you know that the old leader has a second son?"
"To be honest, my father Li Mu died at the hands of Jiang Bao. Can Mr. Zheng tell me?"
After Mr. Zheng stood up and walked back and forth a few times, he said seriously: "Li Shang, if I tell you that the old leader does not have any second son, how would you feel?"
What?
I frowned and asked with a slightly questioning tone: "Mr. Zheng, if the old leader does not have a second son, then there are rumors in the world that the old leader's eldest son was killed by his second son. How do you explain it?"
"It is true that the old leader does not have a second son. I have also heard about the Jiang Bao you mentioned. He is the adopted son of the old leader. However, Jiang Bao only stayed with the old leader for two years before he was kicked out of the family by the old leader. The reason is naturally because of the Zhang family treasure."
"Mr. Zheng, is there any article in this?"
"This..." Mr. Zheng sat down again and said: "Now we only have our own people present, so it doesn't matter if I tell you. When the old leader was entrusted by someone to make money and return, he saw a dozen or so people on the roadside. The old leader was moved by compassion and rescued the little beggar and gave him the name Jiang Bao. However, Jiang Bao had evil intentions and even wanted to poison the old leader's eldest son. The old leader found out and expelled him. Out of the courtyard, later..."
I knew this was the crux of the problem, so I asked, "What happened next?"
"Later, on the day when the old leader's eldest grandson had a full moon wine, Jiang Bao came back. It was at that time that everyone in the world learned about the Zhang family's treasure. From then on, people from the northern sect had accidents one after another. The old leader Knowing that Jiang Bao was behind it, he divided the Zhang family's treasure into eight pieces and took thirty-six cronies away. As for where they went, I don't know. Among the thirty-six cronies, only a quarter of them had something in their hands. It’s true, everything else is fake, so Jiang Bao became furious and designed to kill Jiang Feng, the eldest son of the old leader.”
After Mr. Zheng finished speaking, a pair of old eyes stared at me closely, as if he wanted to see my changes.
I said: "How did a teenage boy survive when he was kicked out of the house by the old leader?"
"Because there is another person behind him. The origin of this person is very mysterious. Even I don't know much about it. I only know that Jiang Bao respectfully calls that person the old director."
"Old director?"
I repeated the title again and went through all the doubts in my mind. There was still no one who fit this title, not even Zhang Old Fox. When he mentioned Jiang Bao, there was an imperceptible fear in his eyes, so He must not be the person Jiang Bao is loyal to.
But this time I was able to get a clue about the old director from Mr. Zheng, which means that my visit to the tomb was not in vain.
Maybe I can find other clues in this tomb. Maybe I can also find something in this Zhang family treasure.
I cupped my hands and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zheng, for your answer."
"Hey, you protected the young lady all the way. This bit of information is nothing. If you go to the Jianghu and find an elderly person, you can basically know something. It's just that some people are afraid of the power behind Jiang Bao and don't dare to say more. .”
"Then you're not afraid?"
"I'm over seventy years old, why are I still afraid of these things? The worst case scenario is death. Although my Piao family is from a scholarly family, there are also some masters among them. If I die, it won't hurt my muscles and bones."
Mr. Zheng talked eloquently.
Mu Lingling said: "Grandpa Zheng, you are talking nonsense again. Didn't a senior in Jingmen say that you can live a hundred years? As long as you can pass the age of eighty-four, you can live to be a hundred."
I said: "Seventy-three, eighty-four, the King of Hell doesn't ask me to go. This is a setback, Mr. Zheng?"
"I am just seventy-two years old this year. I haven't overcome the first hurdle yet, so I don't dare to expect the second one."
"You will definitely make it!"
Several people laughed and then leaned against the wall to rest.
This journey has been too bumpy.
But someone still had to do the night watch, so Mr. Zheng asked the three of us to rest for a while, and then I would change his shift.
I nodded in agreement.
Since my cell phone was confiscated before it went into the hole, I lost track of time when I was resting.
When my stomach growled again, I opened my eyes.
Mr. Zheng said: "Are you awake?"
"I forgot about time when I fell asleep, I..."
"Hey, our grandfather and grandson don't talk about that." Mr. Zheng laughed, stood up and hammered his waist: "I feel less and less, and I can't compare to you young people. I'll go and take a nap for a while."
"good."
After watching Mr. Zheng enter the house, I moved a stool and sat at the door of the house, closing my eyes and relaxing at the same time.
Carefully sniffing the smell in the air, the actor is definitely still there, just hidden. No matter how bold you guess, it is not impossible that he is hiding among us.
Drama gate!
At the beginning, Lao Li emphatically told me about this sect. The people in this sect were full of weirdness. The Japanese ninjas learned the ninjutsu from this sect. Therefore, although the sect has disappeared, it does not represent a ninja. It’s all gone. I told you to be very alert when you meet people from the theater, because they will sneak up to you and wipe your neck when you are not paying attention.
Hear the wind and argue the position, listen to the mountains and know the way.
These two special skills are both used to restrain the acting skills, but the former is easy to hide, but the latter is not easy, so ear power has always been something that Lao Li forced me to learn.
But there are many benefits, like... now.
A familiar smell drifted from the end of the main street of Bailong City and entered my nose.
I slowly opened my eyes and looked toward the end.
Although there are always bright lights in the entire Bailong City, it is still very dim. To what extent is it so dim?
It's like spraying green paint on a mountain and then unconscionably saying that the ecological environment is well maintained. It's disgusting.
But you can vaguely see a figure approaching.
I reached out and picked up the saber beside me, and the so-called Qi in my body began to flow, nourishing my limbs and bones, pushing my body's functions to the limit.
Maybe he felt my fighting spirit.
The man at the end of the street paused, and then the vague aura disappeared out of thin air.
But the figure of the man is still there.
At this time, there were footsteps coming from behind.
Mr. Zheng said: "Is someone coming?"
"Well, we don't know whether we are friends or foes, but our concealment methods are very good." I turned to look at Mr. Zheng: "Why are you awake?"
"How can I sleep with such a strong murderous intention in your boy? Who is that person?" Mr. Zheng yawned.
"A theater person."
"Didn't the theater door disappear in the late Qing Dynasty?"
I said: "This tomb is not as simple as it seems. Maybe the actor is the so-called tombkeeper?"
