Wushuang walked over and turned his head around the old thief. He didn't seem to be lying, and he couldn't even understand the word. It seemed that he was not a person these days.

He looked at the old thief's yellow rubber shoes on the ground, opened his tongue and saw that the words were written on it from a cooperative. Where are there any cooperatives these days?

Wushuang pressed his gun against his head and asked, "From now on, I will ask you and answer you. If there is a false sentence, I will shoot and destroy the world's physical cultivation immediately!"

Wushuang's face was ashen, his eyes were narrowed, and his body was filled with murderous aura. Wu Gongyao's blood flowed in his body. If his beard, which was killing without blinking, could instantly allow you to experience the coldness of the King of Hell Palace. The old thief lowered his head, and his arrogant aura just now was swallowed by his powerful aura.

Wushuang asked, "Which year is this evening?"

“1971.”

"May I have your name?"

"Ma...Ma San, no big name!"

The cold muzzle hit his forehead, Wushuang's eyes widened.

"Don't shoot, I... indeed... I'm really called Ma... Ma San, I didn't lie, if I don't believe it, go out, ask me if I go out! Master Ma Er! Have you heard of it? He is the thief in the Northeast!"

Wushuang sighed in his heart that although Ma Er is a thief who climbs over the wall, he is a tough guy with backbone. How could he have such a futile brother?

"Don't you believe it? I have an ID card here." The old thief took out a small red notebook from his pocket in the green military uniform.

Wushuang opened his small notebook. The first page was his black and white one-inch photo, and his Ma Er's name was written. Later, it was gender, ancestral home, age, and age. The date of issuance was 1968 and valid for ten years. The second page wrote about how many food coupons he was born as a poor peasant and should enjoy every month. This information was not what he should have in the 1990s. Wushuang compared the photos with reality and found that this old thief was definitely not lying.

What's going on? Is there a time tunnel in this underground ancient city of Goryeo? Was Wushuang and Lan Caidie accidentally walked from the 1990s to the 1970s or did this old thief travel through time?

"It's really strange that there are many things every year, but this year it's a lot. Sister Caidie, please take a look."

Since he is the younger brother of the thief, Ma Erye, he is considered an old friend. As a junior, Wushuang will not make things difficult for him. He went to the yamen to a seat, leaned on it freely, threw a cigarette to Ma San and asked him how he got in.

Ma San couldn't figure out what was going on now, but what the other party was talking about was the secret technique of stealing the sect, and there was no difference between a stealing sect. Since it was a family, let's talk bluntly.

Ma San said that a few days ago, they led the geophysical exploration team to Xing'anling to find a tin mine, and happened to meet a Soviet expedition team. The Soviets led a man named Grasim, with a group of more than ten people. There was also a letter of introduction from our superiors.

"Oh? Russians? Xing'anling? I heard that China and Russians turned against each other in that era? Isn't there any Zhenbao Island Battle?" Wushuang asked.

"We don't believe it either, but there was a translator among the Soviets. The translator said that this entry into Lingzi was a secret of cooperation between the two countries, so we didn't ask more questions."

"What happened later?"

After Mr. Dong sent the geophysical exploration team out of the ridge, he was thinking about the Russians and had murderous intent in his heart. His father Wu Gongyao instructed that no one should approach the crack in the Xing'an Mountains, where there was an entrance to hell hidden below. If he mistakenly entered, the consequences would be unimaginable.

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He secretly followed the Russians into the ridge again with two subordinates, and saw that the group of Soviets were getting closer and closer to Yilehuli Mountain.

Ma Er and Mr. Dong had the longest time in the world. He saw the elder brother's mind and asked if he had taken action to solve this group of Russians. In that era, Sino-Soviet relations were tense and the war was about to break out. Mr. Dong didn't want to cause trouble. He used the secret technique of golden dots to set up a trick in the forest, which temporarily trapped the Russians.

"You are leaving the Dragon Ridge?" Wushuang asked.

"No, there is a cave on the side of Zhanlong Ridge that leads directly to Yilehuli, and my elder brother also discovered it by chance. This cave seems to be secretly left by the Russians during World War I."

"San Master, don't tell me that you came down from the crack in Yilehuli Mountain? This Gada is Jingyu, nearly a thousand kilometers apart!"

Ma San also looked confused. "Ah? Jingyu? It's impossible! I really fell into that crack, but why did I reach Jingyu? I swear to Chairman Mao that I absolutely didn't lie!"

Wushuang smiled and said, "Okay, the leader you mentioned has been lying in the crystal coffin of the Memorial Hall for decades. You don't have to swear. If I take you out, can you find the cave leading to the cracks in the mountains of Diyiluhuli?"

"Yes! Sure, it can!" Ma San patted his chest and promised.

At this time, the vague music of the guqin in the ancient city came again.

Wushuang had a bold idea. If they could follow the original path to find the location where Ma San entered the ancient city, would they be able to travel through the tunnel of time and return to the 1970s? If they could go back, the first thing he had to do was to tell his grandfather not to get close to this mysterious crack of ancient times.

"Don't go through it. Even if we find the Guardian seal in the ancient city of Goryeo, we can go out alive. Let's go!" Wushuang took Ma San out of the ancient city yamen and pursued the source of the wonderful melody of the guqin.

The houses, streets and buildings of this ancient city are well preserved, and they must have been a prosperous scene in the past. Wushuang estimated that this place is near the Changbai Mountain vein. Changbai Mountain is an active volcano. It has erupted several times in history, and each time it has brought great disasters to the nearby people. It is estimated that the fall of the ancient city is related to a large-scale eruption in Changbai Mountain.

The deeper you go to the ancient city, the colder the wind around you becomes. On the empty ancient road, three people walked along the ancient monuments on the white sand and gradually lost their direction. Only the music of the guqin in their ears still pulls their curiosity, causing them to sink deeper and deeper.

The center of the ancient city is a square that once held large ceremonies. Eight stone pillars are carved with white marble. Eight pillars surround the turquoise square in the middle. At the innermost part is a statue. Wushuang shines it with a flashlight and sees the huge square covered with people in ancient clothes. They poke their backs to three outsiders and poke them motionlessly as if petrified.

"Brother Shuang, didn't you say just now that there was no body in the whole city? It's normal now, they are all here!" said Lan Caidie.

"I would rather be abnormal. You guess they are dead or living?"

The old thief Ma San's face turned green and stood there and his legs were shaking. He was such a futile guy who was slandering the Ma family.
Chapter completed!