Several people also chased after him. Seeing that he could not hide, the old man kept begging for mercy.
Under Pan Zi's questioning, the old man confessed many things.
First of all, the ancient tomb does exist and is very dangerous; secondly, a group of well-equipped people went to the location of the ancient tomb a week ago.
Mr. Wu's face turned dark, and he immediately asked Pan Zi to tie up the old man and lead the way.
After Pan Zi tied it up with rope, he found that the old man's left leg could not stand up.
Mr. Wu looked at Zhang Zhuxun.
Zhang Shuxun reacted, said "forgot", then took out the dagger from his leg, tapped the old man's left leg on the crook of the knee with the handle, and then the old man stood up.
Wu Xiaoxie on the side said it was amazing, "Muyu, you kid can actually do acupuncture."
"Ah." Seeing that the younger brother was also looking over, Zhang Zhuoxun touched his nose, "I used to learn a little bit from an old Chinese medicine practitioner when I was bored, and I knew how to do acupuncture and cupping."
"Then can you take a pulse?" Wu Xiaoxie excitedly poked his wrist in front of Zhang Zhuxun, "Quickly take a pulse, what is my pulse?"
Zhang Zhuoxun deliberately teased him, put two fingers on his wrist, and frowned after a few breaths.
Wu Xiaoxie's heart skipped a beat.
As the saying goes, the most fearful thing when taking a pulse is that the old Chinese medicine doctor sighs and shakes his head. What does this frown mean?
Wu Xiaoxie stuttered and said: "Mu...Muyu, what do you see?"
Doesn’t he have some incurable terminal disease?
Zhang Zhuoxun pondered for a moment, then suddenly said with a smile: "Congratulations to this little brother, you have a happy pulse."
Wu Xiaoxie was stunned for a moment, then he realized what he was doing and chased Zhang Zhu, looking for a fight, "Fuck you, you dare to tease me, stop right there, don't run away!"
Zhang Zhuxun ran so fast that he couldn't catch up, so he had to call for foreign aid, "Dakui, help me stop him. I'll ask my third uncle to give you a bonus."
Da Kui ran two steps, pretending to be struggling, "Little Third Master, he ran too fast, I can't catch up."
Wu Xiaoxie: "..."
Do you dare to take two more steps before speaking?
"Hahaha--"
A few people were having fun together.
Mr. Wu didn't stop him either. After all, he just saw those things yesterday. It's easy to suppress things in his heart. It's best to laugh and make trouble.
He put his hands behind his back and sighed, "Oh, it's great to be young."
When Pan Zi, who was escorting the old man next to him, heard this, he also joked, "The third master is always strong, and the sword is sharp."
"Fuck you." Wu Sanye laughed and cursed.
For the next section of the road, everyone speeded up their pace.
Seeing too much green trees makes your eyes dizzy and you yawn incessantly, as if you are suffering from spring sleep.
It was close to four o'clock in the afternoon and we finally arrived at our destination.
There were more than a dozen intact military green tents there, and there was not a single human hair in the entire camp.
A little bit strange.
However, the facilities in the tent are all in good condition and there are many daily necessities.
Mr. Wu and his brother led people to inspect the camp and the surrounding situation. Zhang Zhuxun and Wu Xiaoxie stayed behind to light a fire and prepare dinner. The old man was tied to a tree.
Zhang Zhuoxun disliked the taste of dry compressed biscuits, so he took out a box of canned meat and two bags of vacuum-packed green vegetables from his backpack, and made a pot of broth.
When Mr. Wu and his brother came back, they could smell the aroma of the broth and move their index fingers.
Pan Zi picked up the canned box and took a look at it, and found that apart from the ingredients, nutritional information and production date, there was no place of origin or even the manufacturer marked on it.
"Muyu, where did you buy this can? It tastes better than the military cans I have eaten." Pan Zi asked.
Zhang Zhuxun was busy serving rice to his brother and said casually: "I asked someone to get this from abroad through special channels. It is impossible to buy it in China."
In fact, they are not available abroad, because the cans are specially sponsored by the system, and the taste and energy are excellent.
Hearing this, Pan Zi didn't ask any more questions.
The old man tied to the tree started to cry when he smelled the fragrance. A big old man actually started crying.
Zhang Zhuoxun rolled his eyes, it really affected his appetite.
This old guy has done this thing countless times, and now he's pretending to be pitiful. Oh, Oka even owes him a Best Actor Award.
Wu Xiaoxie was kind-hearted, but he still couldn't bear it, and kept looking at the old man.
Zhang Zhuxun sighed, "I can only give him a pack of compressed biscuits and a bottle of water. If there is more, I will deduct it from your meal."
"Okay." Wu Xiaoxie grinned, quickly ran to the old man and untied the rope, threw down the biscuits and water, and immediately returned to take out the last vegetable leaf from the pot.
Zhang Zhuoxun's chopsticks stopped in mid-air and he glanced sideways at him. Before he could say anything, Wu Xiaoxie laughed innocently and said, "Hey, I wash the dishes, I wash the dishes."
Zhang Zhuoxun chuckled, "I cooked the rice, and you should wash it in the first place."
Wu Xiaoxie pretended to be dumbfounded, "Ah? What? It won't rain tonight? Okay, I understand."
Zhang Zhuxun: "..."
roll roll roll!
This is such a shame, kid.
Although there was no one guarding the old man for the time being, the old man himself was a bully and afraid of the strong. His courage was shattered by Pan Zi's torture, and he did not dare to run away at all.
Oh, one of his arms is still dislocated and hanging down.
In the view of Mr. Wu and others, the old man will get it done sooner or later, so there is no need to bother.
Except for Xiao Zhenzhen, all of them are ruthless masters. Their hands are somewhat stained with dust and are not clean.
After eating, several people gathered around to look at the map.
The map was the one that Jinya used to test Wu Xiaoxie before, but Mr. Wu unexpectedly noticed something fishy.
The little brother pointed to the fox monster face on the map and said, "We must be here now."
Everyone is waiting for his next words.
The younger brother continued: "There should be a sacrificial altar below."
Dakui screamed excitedly, "Doesn't it mean that all the sacrifices buried with him are down there."
The little brother nodded.
Mr. Wu picked up a handful of soil and smelled it. Then he shook his head, moved to another place, and touched another handful. "It's buried too deep. I need to use a shovel to see."
Mr. Wu stepped on a few places with his hands behind his back and signaled for shoveling.
Zhang Zhuxun, their southern school's operator, couldn't understand it either. He could only hear the clanging sound going down to the thirteenth quarter, and Master Wu said it was OK.
The strange thing is that the pile of soil brought out by the shovel head seems to have been soaked in blood, exuding a strong ominous atmosphere.
The younger brother's face was a little solemn and he didn't speak for a long time.
Wu Xiaoxie glanced at his third uncle and then at his younger brother, obviously thinking of the bloody corpse recorded in the notes left by his grandfather.
Zhang Zhuoxun's faint voice reached everyone's ears, "I'm already here, how can I be willing if I don't go down for a while?"
Mr. Wu gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "First dig it out and take a look before talking."