It's just that there is still a reason missing. She is too young to control the Hai family's business now. Such a large group of servants have finally got their lives on the right track. If the business is left in her hands, they may not be able to support it for long.

sky.

He studied the treasure map left by his ancestors day and night, and compared it with satellite cloud images of many mountains, rivers and valleys in the Northeast, but could not find any common ground. For a while, the investigation reached a deadlock. Fortunately, the southern vein was recently explored

Jin Ye didn't make any moves. Since he injured Mei Xi, Zhejiang people gradually faded out of Wushuang's eyes, as if they had disappeared from the world.

Although Mei Xi did not go to school during this period, for more than two months, Wu Shuang kept talking to her about many Manchu history and celebrity deeds that were not even recorded in history textbooks. Not only that, for some reason, he also

The legendary figures of the Hai family, the deeds of the Yin Yang Saint and the Earth-Escape Centipede were also told to her.

The little girl was interested in these jokes when she was a child. Jing Wushuang added some spice to the story, which made her sincerely admire the ancestors of the Hai family.

"Uncle, have you ever done flipping business before?" she asked curiously.

"What's going on in your little head every day? What era are you in now? Are you still fighting? Remember, our Hai family is doing serious business now."

"It is always said in novels that the dead in ancient tombs can fake their bodies. Have you ever seen it?"

The phone rang just then. Wushuang took a look and saw that the caller ID on the screen was "Yun Ye".

I have to mention this Mr. Yun here. Mr. Yun is a Mongolian. In Jilin Province, both black and white are accepted. He does not have such a big business as Wushuang, nor does he have such a prominent family background. In the eyes of others, he

He is an old scoundrel who does nothing all day long, but he is very capable. To the outside world, his business is called long-distance transportation. To put it bluntly, he is engaged in "domestic smuggling." As long as you have money, you can call anyone anywhere in the country, except for airplanes.

He can get you whatever you want besides cannons.

Wushuang used to be a gold-touching captain, and many of the tools and instruments in his trade were prohibited from sale by the state, so he became a regular customer of Master Yun. However, in recent years, he rarely walked around the streets, and the contact between the two of them was also less.

When Mr. Yun calls, the goods must have arrived.

Wushuang didn't plan to let Mei Xi know these things on the road just yet. She was too young and had to learn these things slowly, so she deliberately avoided Mei Xi answering the phone.

"Master Shuang, someone from Chengde asked me to bring you some goods. My car will enter the Third Ring Road on time at 1 o'clock tonight. You have to go and inspect the goods."

Chengde? Are there people from the Ma family in Chengde? Wushuang thought for a long time. Oh, I know someone familiar. Chengde is also the capital of Lao Rehe Province. It was the place where the ancestors of the Hai family escaped from the Earth Centipede and Wu Gongyao pulled the rod to revolt. There are still many people left there.

Descendants of the subordinates who followed the horse in front of Da Ke Po.

Every line has its own rules. How many generations have passed, the old subordinates left in Chengde still swear allegiance to the Hai family. I remember the last time I went, a middle-aged man named Wang Fuhai knelt in front of him with tears in his eyes.

Kowtowing, it was as if he had met Wu Gongyao, the leader of the year. It should be him, but it was so far away, what could he bring to him? Moreover, he had to use Master Yun's logistics to deliberately avoid the security check.

Wushuang immediately called Wang Fuhai from Chengde.

The answer he received surprised Wu Shuang. What the other party brought was not a rare treasure presented to the new leader, but a corpse.

"Wang Fuhai, how many times have I told you that you are not allowed to engage in such shady business anymore, why don't you listen?" Wushuang scolded him.

"No, please listen to my explanation. This is what happened..."

It turns out that in a few days it will be the death anniversary of Centipede, the famous leader of thieves in the four northeastern provinces during the Republic of China. According to the old theory, including Wu Shuang and the descendants of these old Chengde men, they will go to a mountain called Gong Yao.

Wang Fuhai took his family into the mountain to pay homage to the temple. He planned to sort out the dead branches and leaves on the barren mountain before his uncle came. Unexpectedly, he found a place not far from the mountain behind the temple that was covered with dead grass.

Crypt covered with branches.

After the withered grass was sorted, a stream of dark wind blew out from the cave, causing pain to the bones of people. Wang Fuhai is in his seventies. He was also a craftsman when he was young. He has inherited many traditions passed down by his ancestors.

With the skill of fighting back and forth, you can tell at a glance that there is something special underneath this crypt, it is either a curtain or a treasure.

He held up the torch and went down to take a look. Good guy, there were clearly several tall and powerful silver-armored Qing soldiers standing guard at the entrance to the tomb. This was the place where Wu Gongyao's pull rod uprising happened, and it was also considered one of the Hai family's clans. He

Not daring to make any rash claims, he directly ordered someone to take away the body of one of the Qing soldiers, put it in a freezer, and transported it through Master Yun's channel to the current leader Wushuang for inspection.

"Oh? Didn't the body fall apart when you moved it?"

"In reply to my words, they are not scattered. We did not dare to touch the armor of the corpse. However, judging from the face of the corpse, it is very well preserved and the flesh and blood are still not rotten. I suspect that not only his face is well preserved, but also his whole body is probably not rotten.

I also looked at the back mountain. The ventilation conditions are very good. As you know, in the north it freezes in the winter and thaws in the spring. After so many years, this corpse is still incorruptible in this environment. Is this...

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Wushuang's eyebrows were furrowed, forming the word "Sichuan" between his eyebrows. "Okay, I understand, don't make such a big deal, I'll be there in a few days, why bother with so much trouble? I'm not old-fashioned and can't walk.

, what should you do if you make any mistakes at such an old age?" Wushuang did not forget to give the old man a few words.

Mei Xi's health is much better, and now she can get out of bed and walk around freely. Wu Shuang was answering the phone outside, so she lay on the door and eavesdropped. As soon as Wu Shuang opened the door and came in, she rushed up to him.

"You damn girl, have you learned how to eavesdrop?"

"Hehe...Uncle, don't hide it from me. Did someone bring you something good from Chengde? Take me to see it tonight."

Wushuang asked: "By the way, what did you just say to me? Did you mean to fake a corpse?"

"Yes, yes, I find it so exciting. According to biology, how can a body move after a person dies? His brain waves have stopped. What force drives the body to continue to live?"

Mei Xi was beaming with excitement.

"Okay, aren't you curious? Come on, I'll take you to broaden your horizons tonight."

"Wow! Corpse? A dead person who can fake corpses? Oh my god!" Mei Xi not only wasn't afraid, she even clapped her hands excitedly.
Chapter completed!