Tang Xuan nodded, took the toilet water and put it on.
Brother Hanyong’s words make sense. It’s better to have something than nothing. If you wipe it yourself and others don’t, the bugs will bite others first. This can save lives at critical moments.
The man next to him saw this and begged: "Little brother, can you give it to us evenly?"
Tang Xuan nodded and handed over the toilet water in his hand: "Okay, take it and use it."
"Thank you little brother."
During the chat, Tang Xuan learned that these two eldest brothers were from Henan in the Star Luo Empire. They had participated in many tomb robbing operations over the years and had rich experience.
One is named Chen Jia and the other is named Chen Bao. They are from the same hometown and have the same surname.
The brave guy from Northeast China is very familiar with making friends. He took out two bottles of Erguotou from his backpack, drank a few sips of spicy wine, and immediately became good friends with these two guys from Henan who talked about everything.
Chen family: "We are really not bragging about tomb robbing. Let me tell you, brother, there are many tombs in our village. We have been visiting tombs since we were young."
Hanyong's eyes lit up: "Really? Then if you have the chance, bring your brothers and let's do it together?"
"What is there to do? Although there are many tombs in our place, those tombs have been robbed countless times. There is no danger inside. There are also no cultural relics left by the wandering immortals to pick up. At most, you can pick up some worthless things.
of broken tiles and tiles.”
"It's not like here. There are fewer tombs, but there are also fewer thieves."
Hanyong said with a serious face: "That's not what you say. There are many tombs in the Central Plains. Although there are many robbers, there will always be fish that slip through the net. There may be big tombs that have not been robbed! What kind of folk legends are there?
Or it’s a weird place, there might be a tomb there.”
"Hey, what you said reminds me that there is indeed a legend called Emperor Zhu Xing of the Underworld in our place. It is said that his tomb..."
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early morning.
It's just dawn.
Everyone packed up their luggage and continued on their way. After four hours of non-stop trekking over mountains and ridges, they finally arrived at their destination at about 9:30 in the morning.
Tang Xuan looked into the distance and saw a majestic mountain peak standing in front of him. At the foot of the mountain, a line of smoke curled up.
There is a scene of fire and smoke in this uninhabited land. There is no need to guess, it can only be a gathering place for tomb robbers who came first.
"Everyone has seen it. That is the destination. Mr. Chen and others are waiting there. You just have to go there by yourself."
After the leader finished speaking, he started walking back. Someone asked him where he was going.
The team leader smiled and replied: "Find a high place, I have to watch the wind. Don't worry, when you finish it, I will take you home. This is not the first time we have cooperated. We have to be trustworthy."
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After watching the leader leave, everyone continued their journey. This visible distance can be reached in an hour.
On the way, Hanyong pulled Tang Xuan over and told him: "Xiao Xuan, when I see Mr. Chen later, if he asks you something, remember to answer carefully. Remember what I told you before.
"
Tang Xuan nodded seriously.
Han Yong is not a big shot, so of course he cannot randomly insert people into the tomb robber organization. The reason he used is that Tang Xuan once worked as an oddball in a professional archaeological team and saw too many pigs running away, so he naturally learned two skills and dug holes.
Skilled techniques and affordable prices.
For this reason, Hanyong also gave Tang Xuan some impromptu instruction. Professionalism was definitely unprofessional, but if asked, it would be okay to fool him.
Soon after, Tang Xuan met the first tomb robber leader in this world - Mr. Chen.
This is a man about forty years old, somewhat short in stature, wearing a Chinese tunic suit and military boots. He is dressed in a very ordinary way. His appearance is really no different from ordinary people. At most, his eyes look brighter and sharper.
Mr. Chen glanced around the audience, clasped his hands and said calmly: "This trip will trouble you all. Regardless of whether I can find what I want during this trip, I, Chen Zhengjun, promise you all that I will never treat you badly afterwards."
Someone in the team replied: "Mr. Chen, we are all old acquaintances. Everyone believes what you say."
As soon as these words came out, they immediately received responses from most people in the team, which shows that Chen Zhengjun's credibility still carries a lot of weight in the hearts of many people.
"Knowing that you are here today, I'm almost ready for lunch. Yesterday I hunted a thousand-year-old dragon blood pig in the mountains. I buried it in it and simmered it last night. It should probably be cooked by now, just in time for dinner.
Everyone can eat as much as they want later. You're welcome. Take a rest after eating. I'm not in a hurry." Chen Zhengjun pointed to the bonfire not far away. There was obviously a raised earth bag under the bonfire. The wild boar was in the carbon soil.
Stew in.
Everyone immediately smiled and expressed their gratitude to Chen Jianjun.
Half an hour later, dinner is served.
Several people used military shovels to dig out the dragon-blooded pig from the hot charcoal ash. A strong smell of meat spread, and everyone swallowed in unison.
So fragrant.
This dragon-blooded pig was bled, its internal organs were removed, and it was thrown into a pit whole. After being buried with hot sand, gravel and charcoal ash, a bonfire was placed on top to keep it warm.
The cooking technique is very simple and is the same as that of beggar's chicken.
The high temperature carbonizes the hair of the wild boar, scrape it with a knife, and you will see the crispy skin and soft pork, sprinkle with a little chili powder and cumin, it is so fragrant!
In the past few days, everyone has been eating either instant noodles or dry food. Those who could stand the temptation immediately formed a circle and started tearing and devouring.
Everyone's mouths were full of oil. After a delicious meal, everyone held their full stomachs and looked at the remaining steaming pork with reluctance.
It’s not that everyone doesn’t want to continue eating, it’s that they can’t eat anymore.
A pig weighing 5,000 to 6,000 kilograms, and more than 30 people, it is really hard to finish the meal.
"It's so comfortable, hiccup..." Tang Xuan patted his big belly and burped.
Chen Zhengjun came over and smiled when he saw it: "If you like it, I will go into the mountains later and see if I can hunt one back."
Tang Xuan couldn't help but take another look at Chen Zhengjun. In fact, the moment he saw the weight of this dragon blood pig, he completely gave up any doubts about Chen Zhengjun's identity as the Soul Emperor.
The reason is simple. This dragon-blooded pig is too old. It is estimated to be more than five or six thousand years old. Even if an ordinary soul master has helpers, he may not be able to kill him.
Even if a dozen soul masters went into the mountains and hunted such a big dragon-blooded pig, it would be enough to brag about their awesomeness for a whole year.
Now hearing Chen Zhengjun's relaxed tone, it seemed that hunting this kind of dragon blood pig was a piece of cake and not difficult at all. Tang Xuan certainly had reason to be more convinced of Chen Zhengjun's identity as a powerful Soul Emperor.