"It's no use scolding me. Some things are not as simple as you think. Wangchen Village is no different from the ancient tomb caves you once explored together. It is far more dangerous than the ancient tombs. Trust me.

,When has Pindao ever harmed you?"

Nalanhong pulled Wushuang twice and persuaded in a low voice: "Forget it, forget it, don't embarrass him, just do as he said. You and Mei Xi cherish each other. If Mei Xi is in danger, you will definitely feel it.

I think they are fine now."

Wushuang took out his cigarette angrily and threw one to Wang Laodao and said, "I guess your ancestor has done something wrong again? Then he left a message for you, old guy, to wipe his ass, right?"

"Infinite Heavenly Lord, the two young masters are getting smarter and smarter. They have learned to answer questions quickly? Wait a little longer. Midnight is the dark time in Wangchen Village. It will not be good for us to enter at this time."

Two good brothers were bored, leaning in front of the car, smoking and chatting.

"Xiaolan, did you bring the golden silk dragon stick?" The golden silk dragon stick is the symbol of Yehenala, and it is also Nalanhong's most handy weapon.

"I came in a hurry and didn't bring you with me. What's wrong?"

"Oh, then I'm getting more and more insecure."

Nalanhong smiled and joked: "Haha...Brother Wushuang, to tell you the truth, I didn't know what a sense of security was when I was with you! You kid, you dare to give you a stick.

Break the sky."

Nalanhong is right. His good friend is sometimes as reckless as a tiger. Even if the opponent is not a human, he dares to charge forward. This is exactly what the line in the TV series said: "When two armies fight, the brave one wins!"

Maybe this is the belief of the Hai family.

"Don't come here, I'm not in the mood to joke. By the way, do you think there is any inevitable connection between the mysterious disappearance of the Darkhan Palace in the Bagan Jaran Desert and the mysterious disappearance of this Wangchen Village?"

A breeze blew by, and Nalanhong's long hair moved with the wind, looking elegant and handsome. "The two areas are more than two thousand miles apart, and judging from the time of their mysterious disappearance, this is indeed a possibility, but the problem is, that year

Why did the Manchus take pictures of the army encircling a small mountain village? Also, was the key criminal who fled from the south of the Yangtze River to the Bagan Jilin Desert a person from Wangchen Village? Have you ever thought about it? I think if these two lines are merged into one

, then it will be clearer.”

Wushuang tried to make a hypothesis in his mind. There was a treasure or secret hidden in Wangchen Village that the Manchus wanted very much, so they sent a large army to encircle and suppress it. Later, an old man from Wangchen Village secretly escaped with this treasure.

Heading to the desolate Bagan Jilin Desert, the Qing army learned about it and sent a large army to pursue and intercept it. It was precisely because the Darkhan people took in Obai, the important criminal in Wangchen Village, that they ordered the massacre of the city.

In the end, both Wangchen Village and the Darkhan Palace in the Bagan Jaran Desert mysteriously disappeared from this space. If all of this is a clue, then it must be related to the secret of Wangchen Village.

"Wait a minute, I seem to understand. Wangchen Village did not disappear, but fell underground! Just like Darkhan Palace!" Wushuang shouted.

"Well, you two have finally become smarter." Wang Laodao agreed with them.

"Damn it, old man, you knew this a long time ago, right? Then why did you come here? What is the oral message left by your ancestors?"

Wang Laodao looked up at the sky and saw that the moon had begun to set.

"I'm sorry, it's hard to violate the ancestral teachings! The poor ancestors only told me what year, day and hour to enter Wangchen Village to release the seal here, and I don't know anything else. Okay, it's almost time, we can go down

." Wang Laodao summoned them.

The three of them slid into the valley and searched for traces of the whereabouts of Haiyue's car. However, after searching for more than half an hour, they still found nothing. Could it be that the car had also mysteriously disappeared? But in fact, this was also good news. After all, they did not see the four

human corpse.

It was quiet in the forest, without a trace of movement, and not even a bird was seen. This was the real Valley of Death. They were no strangers to these dense forests, and survival in the wild was the first thing they had to learn for Colonel Mojin.

Skill. The three of them were exploring in the dark.

"Old Taoist, are you sure your ancestors said that this is where they entered Wangchen Village?" Wushuang asked. He was a little suspicious of this mysterious Taoist priest. This old Taoist with a strong nose spoke better than himself. He simply said three words in one sentence.

Lie, you can't figure out which sentence is true and which sentence is false.

"Ancestor Pindao just said that someone will show me the route. No, you two beauties are this guide."

Ahead, Nalanhong seemed to have discovered something and quickly called them over to take a look.

Wushuang came closer and used his flashlight to shine a light. It was a boundary monument. This boundary monument had been stamped here for hundreds of years. The surface was covered with moss and it was difficult to see what words were written on it. He wiped off the moss with his sleeve and saw the words on it.

The three characters "Wangchen Village" were written in regular script. He knew this kind of regular script, which was commonly used among the people in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties.

But looking at the past, there are still undulating mountains and thorns everywhere in front, and there is no trace of the ruins of Wangchen Village!

"Finding it is equivalent to finding Wangchen Village." Wang Laodao smiled and patted the boundary monument.

"Come on, you two move the boundary monument away!" Wang Laodao ordered. Wu Shuang glanced at him maliciously, thinking that I used to be the master who ordered others, but now I am being ordered around by you, an old Taoist.

, well, for Mei Xi’s sake I will give you some face.

This boundary monument is heavy enough. Nalanhong was born with brute strength. The gold-wire coiled dragon stick weighing more than 100 kilograms was like a wooden stick in his hands, but facing this one-meter-high boundary monument

But no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't budge. Wushuang brought a handful with him. He dug for a while and found that the boundary monument was buried surprisingly deep. It seemed that he had dug nearly a meter and still couldn't see the bottom. No wonder Nalan

Hong couldn't move it.

The bottom of the boundary monument is wide and the top is pointed. After brushing off the soil, the surface is very smooth. He and Nalanhong are both experts in playing with literature and art. They can tell at a glance that it is a large piece of Shoushan stone seed material. Although the appearance of the seed material does not look messy,

However, if it is dug out, it will most likely be a piece of fine Tianhuang. This shows how wealthy Wangchen Village was back then.

"Holy shit, why is this toy so big?" Wushuang complained, dripping with sweat, and threw the spade to Nalanhong, who started working again.

"Can it be big? It covers the tunnel leading to Wangchen Village!" Wang Laodao said.

The two men took turns to fight, and with their unparalleled professional skills, the rescue team originally needed to dig for three or four hours, but he finished it in less than an hour. The boundary monument fell sideways, with a diameter of
Chapter completed!