On the way back, the fat man leaned on the car and suddenly sang a song.
"Climbing the peak to look at my hometown, the yellow sand is thousands of miles long. I hear the sound of camel bells from somewhere, and the sound touches my heart——"
The fat man's broken gong voice really touched the hearts of several people this time. All the bitterness and tears of the past will be forever discarded in this desolate Gobi Desert, never to be seen again.
It took the convoy a day to hit the road, and Zhang Zhuxun and his party also said goodbye to the mysterious Queen Mother Kingdom of the West in the rainforest.
Golmud City Hospital.
A group of five people lived in neatly.
Pan Zi rested in a bottle for two days, received a phone call, said goodbye to a few people, and then left mysteriously.
"Hey, what do you think Old Pan did?" The fat man narrowed his eyes mischievously, "I just heard a woman's voice coming from his receiver."
Wu Xiaoxie chewed the beans in his mouth and said vaguely: "I guess he went back to Star City to deal with my third uncle's mess."
The fat man didn't believe it, "This old boy, Lao Pan, is dishonest and secretly flirting with girls behind our backs."
Zhang Zhuoxun rolled his eyes, "You think Pan Zi is as crooked as you."
The fat man yowled twice, and smiled slyly, "Muyu, do you know something? Tell me honestly."
Wu Xiaoxie also looked over curiously.
Zhang Zhuxun waved his hand, "I have no comment. If you two want to know, ask yourself."
The fat man curled his lips, "It's boring."
Zhang Zhuxun and his younger brother lived in the same ward. Fatty and Wu Xiaoxie couldn't sit still, so they gathered in front of his bed with playing cards, shouting about fighting the landlord.
Just after two strokes, the nurse came in to change the sling bottle for the little brother. The fat man kept looking at the nurse sister with his mean eyes, and was kicked out of the ward by Zhang Zhuxun.
Wu Xiaoxie also deliberately blocked the door and waited for the nurse to finish changing the medicine before letting the fat man in.
The fat man's eyes were full of resentment, and he complained: "You two have gone too far. Fatty, I also have the right to pursue love."
"You can do it." Wu Xiaoxie looked disgusted, "You are almost old enough to be a father. Old cows eat young grass. I'm sorry for you."
The fat man peeled a banana and said plausibly, "Old cucumbers can still be painted with green paint. Fat man, what's wrong with me flirting with a pretty girl? You are just jealous of Hong Guoguo."
The three of them were chatting and laughing for a while, and then the cell phone in Wu Xiaoxie's pocket suddenly rang.
I took it out and saw on the screen that the caller was Uncle Er.
Wu Xiaoxie immediately put away the smile on his face, became serious for a second, stood up and walked to the window, pressed the answer button, "Hello? Second uncle..."
I don’t know what was said over there, but Wu Xiaoxie kept nodding, "Okay, I understand..."
In less than a minute, the call ended.
Wu Xiaoxie walked back with her cell phone in hand, the expression on her face was hard to tell whether it was good or bad.
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A few days later, the fat man was discharged from the hospital and took his little brother with him to Beijing.
The little brother's condition is a bit serious. Although he has regained consciousness, his thinking is confused and everything that happened before has no memory. Apart from knowing that his name is Zhang Qiling, he knows nothing else.
The fat man went through the hospitalization procedures for him at the Beijing Hospital. After the doctor examined him, he transferred him to the psychiatric department. The fat man had nothing to do, so he stayed in the hospital to take care of him...
Wu Xiaoxie was called back to Hangzhou by his second uncle. Zhang Zhuxun also had something to do, so the three of them parted ways.
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One week later, Chang'an.
A young man wearing black casual work clothes and a peaked cap was walking slowly on the street with a backpack on his back.
"Young man, let's go. I'll pull you up." A middle-aged man with wrinkles on his face parked next to him and asked in a local accent.
"When traveling, why don't you go to Taibai Mountain?"
The young man turned his head and smiled at the middle-aged driver.
"Let's go, let's go." The driver quoted a price and then looked at him expectantly.
"Sure." Zhang Zhuxun responded lazily, opened the door and sat in the back.
The driver was stunned for a moment. He probably didn't expect this man to be so straightforward. He quickly reacted and started the car.
The big silver-white Jinbei drove slowly on the winding mountain road.
It’s still a familiar recipe and a familiar taste.
After staying at a farmhouse for one night, Zhang Zhuxun set off up the mountain early the next morning.
This time he took a shortcut and spent less than a day entering through the opening he exited last time. His final destination was the altar at the top of the sacred tree.
Last time Wu Xiaoxie and the others had a big fight with the eight-clawed monster, and the altar had been almost destroyed. Zhang Zhuoxun went directly through the tree hole behind the altar and found the huge coffin lid that had been overturned.
Coffin.
After groping for a few times on the coffin wall, I found the ring that could open the mechanism. I pulled hard and the stone slab in the middle of the bottom of the coffin sank with a bang, revealing a dark hole.
Zhang Zhuxun didn't hesitate for a moment, fixed the rope, stepped on the smooth stone wall covered with moist moss and mycelium, and slowly descended.
The foggy miasma spread, and the surrounding tree roots and vines were all hidden in the fog, and the visibility was pitifully low.
This kind of mist that accumulates all year round is generally toxic. Although it cannot kill people immediately, inhaling it for a long time can cause great damage to the lungs.
Zhang Zhuxun took out a gas mask from his backpack, put it on, turned on the fog lights, and walked step by step towards the deep pit in the center.
In the deep pit, many bronze chains as thick as arms extend upward from the wall of the pit. In the chaotic mist, it is unknown where they extend upward.
Hanging the fog lamp on his body, Zhang Zhuxun put on professional rock climbing non-slip gloves, climbed the bronze chain all the way down, and truly entered the coffin well.
The fog here was much thinner, and the pungent smell was blocked by the gas mask. When passing the amber corpse, Zhang Zhuxun only paused briefly before continuing down.
The purpose of his trip was not this, but to find the altar where he made sacrifices last time and sacrifice again to replenish energy for the dormant system.
While crawling, Zhang Zhuxun noticed something was wrong. It seemed that the frequency of the bronze chain shaking was abnormal.
Suspicious in his heart, he simply held the chain tightly, pressed his body against the well wall, and remained silent for two seconds. As expected, the chain began to shake slightly again.
My heart suddenly shuddered. Something seemed to be coming up from below, but when I looked down, I couldn't see anything through the fog.
After thinking for two seconds, he decided to take the risk and take the initiative.
So Zhang Shuxun turned off the fog light hanging on his clothes, took out the signal gun directly from the space, pointed the muzzle downward, and fired two shots quickly.
The moment the dazzling white light exploded, he saw a black figure hanging there not far below the chain he was climbing on.
What horrified Zhang Zhuxun was that the man actually wore a bronze fox mask on his face.