At the end of the ending, Wu Xie returned to Changsha wearing Sanye's mask and holding the white wooden box.
He discovered a basement from the third uncle's room, and also learned about the third uncle's plan, a plan to free the Nine Gates from "it"'s control, causing the seemingly powerful "it" to fall apart and be completely destroyed.<
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The Wu family almost sacrificed three generations for this plan. The third generation himself committed suicide - and the third uncle would never allow the plan to be implemented until 90%, so he became the last person in the plan.
He must complete the plan 100% and not let "it" have any possibility of resurgence.
And this "it" is the ultimate cause of the death of the wooden fish.
His game is not over yet.
The level of caution of the people involved in this game is unimaginable. The calculations, scheming, control, courage and endurance of the seniors, and their actions in strategizing all this are terrifying.
The third uncle's house is surrounded by ghosts and ghosts, and there is an extremely huge secret buried inside, a remnant of a huge game.
According to Muyu's reminder, he had already guessed what was buried inside.
That is a "killing mace", a "killing mace" that cannot be used easily. If this thing comes to the world, it will destroy all the dependencies of "it".
Not long ago, that organization finally completely disappeared, and that huge and ridiculous secret was completely burned by a fire. All this will forever become a historical dust that cannot be revealed, and no one knows that it ever existed.
Passed.
However, "it" is still there, and the "it" that is deeper than the organization is still there. "It" is bigger and more dangerous than the organization.
He hasn't dared to open it yet to read what was written in the letter Muyu left him, but he already knows that Muyu's plan and his third uncle's plan are connected and overlapping.
There must have been some exchanges between Uncle San and Muyu when they were in Snake Marsh. Even though they may not have contacted each other again, the progress of the plan was extremely clear in their hearts. This was a tacit understanding that transcended the constraints of time and space.<
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Muyu completed an important part of his own plan and broke the death trap set by "it". So what about the third uncle? Where will the third uncle be now?
The man said, "We still have a long way to go." He almost got trapped underneath.
Wu Xie silently cursed, unconsciously touched his face, and looked in the mirror again.
The door was suddenly knocked twice. Wu Xie turned his head subconsciously, and his cold eyes met Pan Zi who came in with food.
Pan Zi was stunned for a moment, and he didn't come back to his senses until he saw Wu Xie turning around to pack up the information on the table.
That look just now, really, really looks like Mr. San.
"What are you doing standing around? Let's eat and eat." Wu Xie piled the information aside, "I'm so hungry."
"Okay, Third Master, today I'm going to mention your favorite Longjing shrimps and Dongpo pork."
"Not bad." Wu Xie smiled a little, raised his chopsticks and tapped them on the table.
Pan Zi took out another bottle of Moutai and asked, "Third Master, would you like some?"
Wu Xie shoveled the rice into his mouth fiercely and said vaguely: "It's full."
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In the next few months, a lot of things happened.
After dealing with the initial wave of turmoil, Wu Xie's life slowly returned to normal. He used his identity as the third uncle to tell his subordinates that Mr. Wu was going to inspect other places for a period of time, and the business of the shop would be handed over to his nephew.
Li, Pan Zi’s current task is to assist the mistress.
Jie Yuchen's men secretly came from the capital and removed the mask from his face in the secret cabin Xiaohua built for him.
He became Wu Xie again, the innocent mistress.
But he didn't have extra time to be sad. Even after taking off the mask, he was no longer fragile. Under Pan Zi's teaching and the reality, he learned the necessary strength, bravery, determination, responsibility, and bloody battles.
Cruel.
On the day he took off his mask, he set up a big table of wine in the courtyard to pay homage to the sky, the earth, his elders, his brothers, and everything else.
At the end of the drinking, he started rolling around and made Wang Mengmeng get into trouble, so he asked him to drive him back to Zaishui in a big golden cup.
Sitting on the railing of the pavilion, he swayed his legs and thought endlessly, recalling everything he could recall.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of white like moonlight, passing through the pool under his eyes.
He suddenly became interested and stared at the white color that swam very fast. He found that it was a very rare white grass goldfish. Its whole body was silvery white. Under the cool moonlight, the water rippled and the whole fish was covered with cloth.
Spiritual and very beautiful.
He kept staring at the fish, as if training his sharp eyes, until the fish got tired of swimming, surfaced, and hid under the lotus leaf. It stared at Wu Xie with its big round eyes, not dodging or avoiding, and was very calm.
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"You will look at me, right." He said to himself facing the fish.
He didn't know how long he had been sitting quietly, but suddenly there was a slight coolness on his face. He looked above the lotus pond and found that it was foggy. Since the beginning of winter, the pond surrounded by rockeries and pavilions has been rising every morning.
Fog.
It is already December, the temperature in Hangzhou has dropped sharply, the grass and trees are covered with frost, and the snow is about to fall. Several fruit trees in the courtyard are already covered with a layer of rustling frost.
"It's foggy, boss, let's go back." Wang Mengmeng shivered, wrapped in a big cotton coat, and could hardly open his eyes due to sleepiness.
"Not going back."
Wu Xie jumped down from the railing and stamped his cold feet on the spot. After feeling the warmth brought by the return of blood, he lifted his feet and walked out of the pavilion.
"Where to go?"
Wang Mengmeng quickly followed him.
"Sleep."
"Aren't you going back to Wushanju?"
"I woke up in the afternoon."
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After taking off the mask, the old guys in various halls initially deceived Wu Xie and made some minor troubles to test him.
However, Wu Xie, who has figured out their background, will naturally have a way to deal with them. He is no longer afraid at all. After losing everything he can lose, he no longer thinks so much and is indecisive. He will take action when it is time to take action.<
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After the second uncle learned that he had taken over the third uncle's stall, he called him and told him that the whip was in his hands and he should be decisive. Whether to discard or keep it was under the control of the whip holder, and the excess weeds had to be cleared away.
Everyone wants to step on an untidy lawn.
Wu Xie felt that he thought the same way, and the warning signs on the lawn had to be erected in their hearts to be effective.
So he sharpened his knife and slaughtered the cattle and horses that were causing trouble one by one. What was he afraid of? Xiaohua sent ten bodyguards to him.
After the gang on Dao'er eliminated a wave of unsuitable guys and gradually replaced them with guys who were more adaptable to Wu Xie's rhythm, some old diehards who were temporarily unable to move sadly discovered that this newly appointed mistress was nothing.
A soft persimmon who is easy to rub, he is worthy of being the successor brought out by the third master. He uses both kindness and power to act more slippery than the third master.
Wu Xie used a total of three stages to deal with these things. The first stage was when he was playing the role of third uncle. With the help of Pan Zi, he figured out the rules and organized everything smoothly. In his heart, he knew which way to go.
We already have a very clear plan.
The second stage is accumulation and development, and how to run a plate. There are tips for this. Pan Zi has been with his third uncle for a long time, and he can definitely be Wu Xie's teacher in this regard. Wu Xie himself gradually figured out the secrets.
I learned some tips from the old fox.
It turns out that when you have done something very completely, especially after you have skipped the primitive accumulation stage and developed to a certain level, things will become easier and easier to come by, because you have the opportunity to make mistakes, and you have the opportunity to make mistakes.
If the opportunity turns around and any overall gain is greater than the loss, your system will survive.
The third stage is the combination of kindness and power. He implemented this stage very beautifully. Even Pan Zi sometimes lamented that the third master is a very qualified leader. When watching the third master wave his hands and make arrangements, there will be an ancient feeling.
The feeling of military advisors arranging troops.
Pan Zi is an old man, so Wu Xie is a little complacent to receive such high praise from such an old man.
Overall, Uncle San's handicaps are running smoothly. Wu Xie has gradually gained some say in the south, which also gives him more qualifications to do what he wants and should do.
Although it is not as public and prosperous as when the third uncle was here, sometimes the profit calculated at the end of the month is actually one or two percent more than when the third uncle was here.
Wu Xie is a person who is easily satisfied, and this is enough.
Even though he still dreamed of that terrible scene sometimes at night, he slowly accepted it, tried hard to listen, and tried hard to see. Gradually, the thick fog in his dreams began to dissipate.
He also saw clearly what Muyu said.
To be continued...