Chapter 51
g. But Li Quanming had a hobby: he liked to buy antiques. And Li Quanming was the kind who pretended to understand, an amateur posing as an expert.At this time, the domestic antique market was in a pe..."I didn't react at first. Looking at the scattered fish bones on the ground, I whispered, 'I'm so sorry, big brother. My stomach was just too hungry, and I couldn't hold back. I ate them all.'"
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He leaped to his feet suddenly, his movements so quick that he knocked over a burning log.
"Don't move! Let's talk this out," I urged frantically.
He clenched his fist and glared at me: "You goddamn know how long I've been stuck here! For God's sake, was it easy to catch a fish!"
I couldn't have predicted it; as he spoke, he suddenly crouched down and started crying.
I took three steps forward and crouched down, carefully patting his shoulder. "Big brother, you said you've been trapped here for a long time Then where did you come from before Wouldn't you also have fallen from the top" As I spoke, I pointed to the ceiling.
"Don't gasp at me!"
"Don't think I don't know, you kid must be from the north. You're all like rats that burrow holes. Don't act like a pampered housecat!" This man spoke directly and loudly, completely different from the idiotic imitation he'd just put on.
I narrowed my eyes and probed, "Seeing both banks of the river from one side, chopping wood on the mountain and burning it at the foot, I ask Yuan Liang, how many hill gates have you dismantled"
As soon as I finished speaking, his expression went blank for a moment, then became incredibly expressive.
Hey, I'm telling you, kid, you ain't even got all your hair yet, and you're trying to play tough with me Alright, listen up, kid.
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One bag of earth is packed in the southwest, a shovel digs things out, the partridge unloads the ridge and walks the water route, light kung fu floats on the water, and there are little earth dragons in the soil!
When he said that, I let out a breath of relief. That was insider slang from the tomb robbing world. Although our paths didn't cross, we had one thing in common: we were both tomb robbers.
Through conversation with this person, I gradually got a clearer idea.
It turns out, this person was a tomb robber from the Southern faction who specialized in finding underwater tombs. His surname is Chen and his given name is Jian.
He held a mid-level position in the Southern Faction's gang. According to him, he had been living in this underground river cave for six or seven months. Since he was skilled and good at swimming, he usually fed himself by catching fish and rats.
I asked him again, what about the rest of your gang
Dead.
He spoke lightly.
"They're dead! The whole gang is dead How did they die!"
As soon as I thought about the possibility of it being a common occurrence within the ranks, "black eating black," I immediately heightened my vigilance toward this person.
Sister Hong is in a coma. If I'm killed, we both will die.
Seeing my anxious expression, the man scoffed, “Look at you, all jumpy. Aren't you ashamed to represent the Northern School like this Don't worry about how you die, it won't be my hand that takes you. So, who are you Give me your name.”
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After thinking for a moment, I whispered back, "Our leader's surname is Wang, his name is Wang Xiangshen, everyone calls him Wang Bazitou."
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"Wang Xiangshen Wang Bazou" He rubbed his head. "It seems... I seem to have heard that name a few times."
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"Well, I'll introduce myself. What are the names of you Southern faction leaders Wait! Don't answer yet. Let me guess... Is it a man named Zhiguocheng Chen"
The bonfire was still burning, crackling and popping. The underground river flowed placidly below. He kept his head down, saying nothing. Both of them fell silent for a moment.
After five or six minutes, he suddenly looked up at me and said, "Have you seen Old Chen's body"
I nodded. "Yes, I saw it, in the coffin. But the body had already started to decompose, there wasn't much flesh left."
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"ged and asked, "Red Sister, what about this man Should we keep him here""Eat salted radish with a light heart," she said coldly. "Southern-style laborers, if they die, they die, don't worry about it."...