In a 24-hour teahouse under Wu Erbai's name, the sound of mahjong came from the private room next door.
"What's wrong with your waist, little fat guy?"
Hu Ming took a sip of tea and asked with a grin.
"Uh..., get out!"
The fat man knew that his uncle was asking questions clearly, and rolled his eyes in anger.
After all, I am old and can’t help but be unable to do it, but I can’t compare with my youth.
Ignore Yin Nanfeng's uncovered contempt
With eyes, the fat man rubbed his waist secretly and fell into deep thought...
Maybe... I will find an old Chinese doctor to prescribe two doses of medicine tomorrow?
"Talk about serious matters...you two have been in the past few days? There is a scent of earthy smell on their bodies, and there is even...well?"
Hu Ming smiled and stopped, then suddenly his face changed and he said in a solemn voice: "Is there a strong smell of rotten and fermentation, and... the smell of disinfectant from the hospital?"
“…Damn it?”
Wu Xie and the fat man were immediately shocked, and they looked at Hu Ming in disbelief.
They knew that Hu Ming's five senses were extremely sensitive, but... this happened nearly a week ago, right?
During this period, the two of them took a shower many times, and could they smell this?
"Some time ago, a small earthquake occurred in Hangzhou, and the ground of a warehouse collapsed, and there was an ancient tomb inside."
"The boss came to me and asked me to deal with it. Fatty and I went down and walked. It was a musician's tomb... Maybe it has something to do with the rumored mysterious King of South China Sea."
"There are hanging coffins in the tombs, and the ground is filled with red bowls and coffin dew... Uncle, do you know coffin dew?"
Wu Xie paused.
"Nonsense, of course I know, that's what it's right. The smell of rotten fermentation on your body is from the coffin dew. Did you knock over the coffin dew?"
"Soon up."
Hu Ming subconsciously took out a cigarette, held a piece of it, and Yin Nanfeng helped lit it.
"Oh... After that, a small accident happened. The coffin dew was knocked over and the fog was filled. I accidentally sucked in some, so I was sent to the hospital for two days."
"That's it."
Wu Xieyan briefly introduced his experiences with the fat man some time ago.
".....The Tomb of the Musician of King of South China Sea.....Your business scope is not accessible at all. If it is not necessary, it is impossible to suddenly study the clues of the country in the South China Sea that are almost difficult to find traces in history."
"So, you are so sure that it is the tomb of the musician of King Nanhai. There must be some basis for it... Wu Sansheng contacted you?"
Hu Ming thought about it and said with a firm say.
"Uncle, can you discuss it with that bastard Wu Sansheng?"
"I've escaped from the Queen Mother Kingdom of the West, and I didn't even meet in the naive world. Later, I sent some messages for no reason. What does it mean?"
"Does he know that his innocent body is no longer good? Do he still have to let him do it?"
The fat man said inwardly. He didn't like Wu Sansheng at first, and he was even more dissatisfied at this time.
"It's really not the case this time. Wu Sansheng didn't contact me, but he contacted Wu Erbai..."
"Anyway, I have paid attention to the matter of King Nanhai before and am looking for an opportunity, that's all."
"As for Wu Sansheng contacted you, he also provided you with some key clues..."
"Hey, my nephew, it's really interesting. You guys from the Wu family are really interesting."
"At that time, your third uncle lies in you, which led to you not trusting your third uncle now. Your second uncle feels sorry for you and is unwilling to take any risks. Your third uncle doesn't trust your second uncle to succeed, and he told you the key information..."
As he said that, Hu Ming suddenly became happy.
The way Wu Erbai, Wu Sansheng and Wu Xie get along with each other is interesting.
"You mean, my third uncle also told my second uncle some news? Have you ever met my second uncle?"
Wu Xie keenly grasped the point.
I can only say that I am a descendant of the Wu family and are born to play tricks.
"Well, your third uncle probably wants your second uncle to convey it to you, and let you work together to explore this King of South China Sea."
"Now it seems that your second uncle is indeed a typical Chinese-style parent. No matter how old the children and nephews are, they are just children in their eyes, and they need to take good care of them..."
"Of course, it is not ruled out that your physical factors will prevent your second uncle from letting you take risks again."
Hu Ming explained casually.
"So, Uncle Ming, I wanted to ask at noon, what do you want to do in the place you are trying to go?"
"Also, why are you connected with Wu Xie again? He is now a sick person. Do you have to go?"
Yin Nanfeng asked in time.
"As the rumors, the King of South China Sea built a Thunder City in a secret place, and the Thunder City... claims to have a mysterious power to soothe all regrets!"
Hu Ming looked at Wu Xie and said meaningfully.
"Smooth all regrets? It's nonsense, this is not a fantasy novel. Wait!"
Upon hearing this, Wu Xie sneered and was about to refute it, but suddenly thought of something.
"Did you think of it?"
"This world is never as simple as you think. You have never been exposed to the mysterious power that cannot be explained."
"Before, could you imagine that just a bronze branch could embody the deepest obsession in a person's heart, and even create flesh and blood humans out of thin air?"
Hu Ming chuckled.
"Old itch..."
Wu Xie finally remembered his childhood friend who had broken off contact ten years ago, walked away and was on the other side of the ocean.
"Also, if you are closer, my eyes are enough to create!"
Hu Ming's eyes stretched to a long and narrow pupil.
"So, Leicheng, is there really a mysterious power that can cure lung fibrosis?"
"This is a terminal illness that cannot be cured!"
Wu Xie's eyes, which were originally a little depressed, shined with brilliance.
He had already accepted his fate, but he just wanted to enjoy the last few years.
But, since he has a chance to live, how could he not be moved?
No one can remain indifferent in the face of death visible to the naked eye.
Hysterical and peaceful acceptance of fate are nothing more than despair in the face of destined death.
"That thing is not a magical skill after all, and it is completely cured...it should not be possible, but it is more than enough to greatly alleviate your condition and allow you to enjoy your old age."
After carefully recalling the ending of Wu Xie in the original work, Hu Ming nodded and said confidently.
Chapter completed!