Before Mouzi left, he had asked someone to find an old locksmith in our Jilin Province and entrusted him to handle this matter. I don't know if this old locksmith is as good as he said.

"Why are you looking at me? No problem, there must be no problem. Brother Hao asked someone to find him. This old man's surname is Wu. He was used by Puyi, the last emperor of the previous dynasty. His craftsmanship is very good. If he can't open the lock, there will be no one in the world.

I can't find anyone who can open it," said the mouse.

Meihui said that the suicide note about what Haigazi and Wu Gongyao saw and heard in the Yillhuri Mountains stopped after mentioning a black snake in the black coffin. This is a silk silk handkerchief, very large, and different.

It seems that there is no change after being carried on the body of the dead body for nearly a hundred years. That is because the silk quality of this handkerchief is good, but it is too thin. If it were completely opened, it would be two to three meters long, and his suicide note was densely recorded with a brush on it.

The middle part of this fast silk Juankerchief was painted black, as if someone deliberately didn't want future generations to know this secret, which just wiped out the rest of the second half of the story.

"No more? Then why did Haigazi die in this gada? There must be a reason? Who is a good person willing to commit suicide for no reason?" Mouse said anxiously. In fact, he is not only anxious, I also like to hear it.

These folk fantasy stories have a strong sense of reality, but I analyze that there are some fictional and exaggerated parts in this story. How can there be a dragon in the mysterious second space? And the two tree spirits, why should we save him?

One named Hai?

"Further back, it is written that the Yin-Yang Sage used the innate gossip to calculate the time when several generations of descendants would enter his tomb. There were three waves, including us." Meihui said.

"Are you sure? Is the innate gossip really that great?" I couldn't help but feel suspicious. This innate gossip was too mysterious.

"Well... the first two groups of people don't know, but the time we are at is correct, and he also accurately calculated that there are four of us coming in!"

"Four people? Damn it, that's nonsense, it's obviously three!" The mouse took a puff of his cigarette and looked at the corpse of the Yin Yang Saint.

I applauded, one for Meihui’s wonderful explanation, and the other for the skeleton. I pouted at Ma Xiazi’s body and said, “Why not, don’t we add this old bastard to the four of us?”

It’s just three living people and four! The Yin Yang Sage is indeed worthy of his reputation.”

"Wait a minute... Madam, you just said that he used innate gossip to calculate that there were three waves of people who came in the future, right?" I asked, looking at Meihui's beautiful big eyes.

"Ah, it's three waves, the centipede that escapes from the ground, the rat that burrows into the sky, we, it's just three waves. What's wrong? The old man's calculation was correct!"

I said: "I didn't say that Yin Yang Sage made a mistake in his calculations, but if you think about it, he is the deceased, and the deceased's suicide note is for future generations to see, right? He couldn't have messed up his suicide note before he died, it must have been the same

It was written down after careful consideration. So the question is, the three of us have not touched Juanpa’s suicide note. Who of the two people who came in front want to hide this secret from future generations? A centipede that escapes from the earth? Or a rat that crawls into the sky.

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"Oh, Gemini is right. This matter is quite serious. There must be some ulterior secret in the second half of this story. Damn it, you still have to think about it? It must be a trick. Didn't you all tell me?
Chapter completed!