"Who?" I looked at Mr. Song suspiciously. Mr. Song always lived alone. It seemed that no one except me would come to his place. I had never heard of any friends that we both knew.
Could it be that someone found this place before us and knew that we were coming, so they are waiting here now? That would be terrible, but there is no reason why someone would be so powerful. No one has ever known that I know someone in this mountain.
old man.
"Don't be anxious now. You'll know when you come in. Let's go." Master Song said.
I glanced at Mr. Song and was about to move forward when Eleven stopped me and asked me quietly if this old man was reliable. Could he ask the animals he knew to inform those who were chasing us?
Reliable. I am very sure of my answer. I know Master Song very well after knowing him for several years, and I have a good relationship with him, so Master Song will never harm me.
Eleven wanted to say something else, but Mo Yibai said, I believe him.
Mr. Song had already walked to the door, stood there and turned around, looked at us kindly, smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, I won't harm you."
"Master Song is joking. If we were afraid of you harming us, we wouldn't come here!" I then walked up and followed Master Song through the door. Mo Yibai and others followed me closely, but Shiyi and Hua
Bubai was on guard, for fear of meeting someone bad.
As I walked, I asked: "Who is Mr. Song? Does he want to see me by name?"
"You'll know it when you see it!" After entering the hall, Mr. Song walked to the back room.
A few of us followed Mr. Song closely. I will never understand who knew we were coming here and wanted to see us by name.
"Old Master Long, Mr. Xiao Long and others are here!" Mr. Song said suddenly.
I was startled and looked up suddenly. I saw my grandfather sitting on the rocking chair beside the bed with his legs crossed and looking up at us with an expressionless face. Next to my grandfather, sitting Ma Xiaolan, Ma Xiaolan's expression was slightly angry.
As soon as he saw us, he said: "Don't you have any brains?"
"Have you ever seen brainless people as lively and lively as us?" Hua Bubai said with a provocative look.
I looked at my grandfather and Ma Xiaolan, stunned and speechless for a moment. I really didn't expect to meet these two people in this place, and they were waiting for us here specially.
"How did you know we were coming back here?" Eleven asked the doubts in my heart.
"Is there anything in this world that Mr. Long doesn't know about?" Ma Xiaolan said coldly after looking at me.
"Sit down and talk!" my grandfather said, pointing to a few chairs nearby.
There were exactly four chairs, and there were even several cups of tea brewed on the table. The tea was still steaming on the Internet. I felt more and more that my grandfather was mysterious and difficult for me to understand. My grandfather knew everything so well.
It's as if he did it all by himself.
Mo Yibai was the first to sit over without saying anything, and soon after me, Shi Yi and Hua Bubai also sat over.
Master Song went outside and closed the door, then came in and sat on the empty chair.
"How did you know we would come here?" I looked at my grandfather and then at Mr. Song. I didn't know that my grandfather actually knew Mr. Song. This made me feel scared, as if from the beginning
, my grandfather knew everyone I came into contact with, An, Mo Yibai, Shi Yi, Ma Xiaolan, Hua Bubai, Yu Bo and others, and now even Master Song also knows them.
After my grandfather glanced at me, he looked at Mo Yibai again, and said with an unhappy look on his face: "Of course I know!"
Ma Xiaolan also glared at Mo Yibai at this time, obviously dissatisfied, "Do you have to do that?"
Mo Yibai didn't speak, his head was slightly lowered, his slightly long bangs covered most of his face, and no emotion could be seen.
"Take out the things!" My grandfather stretched out his hand and said coldly to Mo Yibai, "That means you are the only one who can make things like this. Things have reached this point, aren't you going to let others see it?"
Everyone's eyes fell on Mo Yibai. Mo Yibai took out the bag of tips and handed it to my grandfather.
At this time, we were able to observe the brocade bag up close. It was made of gold and blue silk, with two lifelike golden dragons embroidered on it. I had a headache when I saw the golden dragon. It was a dragon again. Since last time
When I came out of the dragon tomb, the dragon on my shoulder seemed to be alive. Although it didn't do anything to hurt me, it was still creepy enough. I couldn't help but feel disgusted with dragons. Now
There is still a dragon embroidered on this brocade bag. I don’t know what the hell is going on, but the dragon on it looks exactly like the dragon on my shoulder. It’s scary to see it.
I didn't dare to look at the dragon, so I took a closer look at the kit. There were two drawstrings on top of the kit. Pulling the drawstrings open should reveal what we are looking for.
It's just a hand-sized bag, but I don't know what a huge secret is hidden there. Looking at this bag, I feel like I'm in a dream. I can't tell what it feels like. I must have mixed feelings. When I think of the tomb of the gods,
, what I think of is the terrible things in myself, and the request of Lord Yama. When I find the tomb of the gods, I should be relieved, right?
On the one hand, I was excited that I finally had some hope. On the other hand, I couldn't help but worry that going to the Tomb of the Immortals would be a more dangerous thing. I didn't know if our group of people could successfully pass through and find what we wanted in the end.
Where is the thing? At the same time, I can't help but worry, will this tips bag really contain information leading to the tomb of the gods? What if it is just a rumor and it has played a big joke on us?
The other people's faces also had the same changing expressions as mine, and it could be seen that everyone was feeling like I had dropped fifteen buckets of water, and was in a state of ups and downs.
I stared intently at my grandfather's hands as he pulled away the rope. My grandfather had no expression on his face and his hands were not shaking with excitement. He just slowly took out the contents.
What grandpa took out from the kit was a piece of animal skin. It was folded into a square shape, and you could vaguely see the imprint of words on it.
After everyone saw that thing, they held their breath and watched my grandpa open it. The whole room was so quiet.
My grandfather glanced at everyone before calmly opening the entire paper.
An animal skin the size of a fourteen-inch notebook was spread out on the table, and everyone moved forward to take a closer look.
On it are some black words or maybe paintings or symbols. On the four sides are four golden dragons, and they are lifelike golden dragons. It’s so damn haunting.
The piece in the middle, which looks like a figure, a word or a symbol, was painted with a black material of unknown material. I was confused and had no idea what the hell it was.
"Is this calligraphy or painting? It's so weird, I've never seen it before!" Eleven frowned and said after looking at it for a long time.
"Who knows him? I don't know him either. I'm just going to leave. What the hell!" Hua Bubai retracted his head, looked at my grandfather and asked, "Old Master Long, do you know him?"
My grandfather looked at the piece of cloth on the table with a nonchalant expression, and said unhurriedly: "I don't know him."
After hearing what my grandpa said, the rest of us looked at each other with blank expressions on our faces. It was obvious that no one knew what the ghost talismans above were.
"Holy crap, I thought it would be a map or something. After working on it for so long, it turned out to be something like this. Is this text or a painting?! It doesn't look like a map. I haven't seen it yet.
I have never seen such a map before. I have been in this industry for so long and I have never seen such words. Is it because I am ignorant, or is this just a joke?" Hua Bubai leaned back in frustration with a slump on his face.
"It's not that you are ignorant. I have been an archaeologist for so many years. I have seen tombs, large and small, at home and abroad, but I have never seen this type of writing or symbols." Eleven said.
I turned my head and glanced at Mo Yibai. Mo Yibai was silent and still looking carefully at the thing on the table. I looked at my grandfather and Ma Xiaolan. Both of them had indifferent expressions on their faces.
He folded his hands in front of his chest, looking like he was hanging up high as if the matter had nothing to do with him.
Hua Bubai was very dissatisfied with my grandfather's attitude and said: "Old Master Long, you are so clever and clever, you couldn't have predicted that this situation would happen. From the look on your face, you don't think you came here just to help us open it."
You have this tip, and then you don’t care about anything else, right? Damn, I really admire you so much!"
I understand what Hua Bubai means. My grandfather was able to find this place, so he is worthy of the title of God of Knowledge. I have thought about this situation before, and I think it is impossible for my grandfather not to have expected it.
After all, it is something from a long time ago, and I don’t know when it was. It is very possible to find the lost words in the lost civilization.
My grandfather is very precise in what he does. He actually came here. There was no way he had not planned a way out. He would never do what Hua Bubai said and just use his hands to open the bag of tips.
When I turned to look at my grandpa and was about to say something, I suddenly found that the expression of Mr. Song next to me seemed to be wrong, and my grandpa was also looking at Mr. Song with concern.
Could it be... I looked at Mr. Song in surprise and said, "Mr. Song, do you know these things?"
"So be it." Mr. Song said in a deep voice, looking at the things on the table seriously. Then he dug around for a long time, took out a pair of reading glasses, and pulled the things in front of him to read.
Suddenly everyone's attention shifted to Master Song. No one thought that Master Song, who everyone thought was just here to join in the fun, actually knew this thing.
But because Mr. Song was looking at things seriously, everyone remained silent and quietly watched Mr. Song studying the things above.
I look like my grandfather. From my grandfather's expression, I can tell that my grandfather has long known that Master Song would know these things, so he would wait for us here. As for how my grandfather knew Master Song
, and how I knew we would be waiting for us here, I don’t know. I just feel that the series of these things is too coincidental. The coincidence seems to have been arranged by someone a long time ago. I just follow this trajectory.
Okay. My life seems to be controlled by an invisible hand.