Reborn King of Marketing

Just when Zhang Xuebing was about to throw the stone, the voice of the old scholar came.

"The fish down here are really fat..."

As the grass swayed, the old scholar parted the weeds and walked out with a big fish that was shaking its head and tail.

"Wake up, you kid, if you survive a catastrophe, you will be lucky in the future!"

With a smile on his face, the old scholar took a few steps quickly and left the fish on the ground.

After they came down, the people who stayed above brought down a lot of food, drink and cooking utensils on ropes.

The little girl shyly pushed Zhang Xuebing away, hurriedly picked up the fish that were still flapping, and went to pack them up to make fish soup.

The old scholar sat cross-legged next to Zhang Xuebing, took out the coiled pipe with paste from his arms, and fumbled to put the tobacco leaves in it.

"I've given you countless warnings not to let you come here, but you just don't listen to the old man's advice. You see, you're going to suffer a big loss right in front of you. You must have suffered a serious fall!"

He struck out and found a match. The old scholar lowered his head and was about to light his pipe when the mountain wind blew out the match.

He was not angry and drew another one, but it was blown out again.

The old scholar took the trouble to strike the match, but Zhang Xuebing couldn't stand it any longer, "You still use matches, I'll give you a lighter when you get back, it's windproof!"

"You kid, please stop torturing my old arms and legs. Thank God. I also have a windproof lighter. The old man can't bear it!"

Finally the old scholar lit his pipe and started smoking.

Zhang Xuebing kept moving his numb and painful arms and legs, but there was a stone in his heart that he couldn't let go of, "Old principal, you saw that body, is it really not Erdou?"

"Ahem, cough, cough, your arms and legs are not broken, go and see for yourself!" A puff of thick smoke made the old scholar cough, and he pointed impatiently at the bushes.

Seeing that the sky was about to turn completely dark, Zhang Xuebing felt a little uneasy, but he would feel uneasy unless he saw it with his own eyes.

After rubbing his legs, which were still a little numb, he picked up a flashlight from the ground, asked for the old scholar's walking stick, and then staggered toward the bushes.

At this moment, the sun has completely set, and the sky and the earth seem to have lost all color, leaving only a gray sky, and all the scenery is blurred.

By the time he got close to the bushes, Zhang Xuebing's whole body had basically moved. Except for some pain in some places, there was nothing that was hindering him.

A faint smell of blood was blown into his nostrils by the mountain wind, making him sneeze uncontrollably and his stomach churned.

Zhang Xuebing suppressed his nausea, used his crutch to push aside the bushes, and shined the flashlight beam through.

Except for the appearance of this bush, which was intact on the outside, all the branches inside had been broken by a person. There were dark black marks on the trunks, and the strong smell of blood mixed with a fishy stench hit your face.

The man was face down, and there seemed to be blood dripping from his body. His limbs were twisted and deformed, his clothes were in tatters, and his white skin was covered with scars.

Zhang Xuebing only took one look, and his scalp was on fire, not because he was afraid of the corpse, but because of this person, not Zhang Erdou or Lao Jiang.

Naturally, he could not mistake Zhang Erdou's figure and dress. The old Jiang was taller and taller than the one in the bushes.

Could this person be the unlucky guy who fell off the cliff, or is he an accomplice of Zhang Erdou and the others?

At this moment, Zhang Xuebing's mind was filled with questions. At that time, the three of them fell off the cliff, and now he is here. Where did the two of them go?

Even if the two of them survived the disaster, I'm afraid their injuries wouldn't be serious. They shouldn't be able to run very far, let alone climb the cliff to get out.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xuebing put his heart back in his stomach and just waited for Ma Gan Shanbao and the others to come back to find out.

Just when he was about to turn around and leave, something suddenly fell into the corner of his eye.

This is a bag slung on the shoulder of the corpse, and the strap is wrapped around the neck of the corpse. The brown-red leather is very conspicuous!

Zhang Xuebing thought that there might be this person's identity information in the bag, so he took a lot of effort to tear off the strap of the satchel, carried it in his hand, and returned to the old scholar.

"Why don't you give up!" The old scholar knocked the embers in his pipe on the stone and looked askance at Zhang Xuebing.

At this moment, Zhang Xuebing's brows were furrowed like a bun, he threw his backpack on the ground, shrugged and said.

"It's not Erdou, nor his accomplice, it's the third person!"

The old scholar was putting his beloved pipe in his pocket. Hearing these words, he felt burned and asked with a grin.

"You didn't say there were only two of them, why did you come up with the third one?"

Now is not the time to analyze the origin of the third person. Zhang Xuebing vaguely felt that a huge danger was hanging over the canyon.

"I don't know where this man came from. It seems that Er Dou and his accomplices are not dead. I think he is hiding somewhere. We have to be extremely careful!"

As he spoke, he looked at the little girl by the campfire, who was still busy with her head down, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

The old scholar seemed to have heard a big joke and sneered.

"Xiao Bing, do you think this is the Hegouzi at the entrance of the village? This is under the Sheshen Cliff. How many people have been buried here without any bones left. Even if the two of them are extremely lucky, they cannot escape unscathed!"

The old scholar stood up excitedly as he spoke, picked up his walking stick, and pointed at a giant tree under the cliff, "You kid, go over and take a look, and you will know how lucky you are!"

"Digging, what is this?" Zhang Xuebing and the old scholar walked to the cliff one after another, and found a strange thing under the big tree.

This thing is like an umbrella cover, about the size of a wheel, with rings of growth ring-like patterns spreading outward from its center, and the outermost circle showing an irregular cloud shape.

Under the flashlight beam, it showed a reddish color, faintly as if it could reflect light.

If this thing were shrunk hundreds of times, Zhang Xuebing would definitely recognize it as red Ganoderma lucidum, a local specialty.

"Old principal, is this Ganoderma lucidum? We broke into its cave?" Zhang Xuebing joked.

The old scholar sighed, "This is a red Ganoderma lucidum, but it has grown hundreds of times in size over time. You fell on it by chance, and you see a big piece of it was broken!"

Zhang Xuebing then used a flashlight to carefully look at the handle of the Ganoderma lucidum growing on the giant tree trunk, and found that it had indeed broken off from the root.

The huge umbrella cover was also torn into a large piece, and there was still a lot of fabric hanging on the edge. If you look closely, it turned out to be the fabric from your T-shirt.

Only then did Zhang Xuebing realize that he was not only slowed down by the small tree, but also happened to be caught by the Ganoderma lucidum.

Otherwise, if you fall from an altitude of tens of meters and lack any of the conditions, you will fall to pieces, and even if you are lucky, your bones and tendons will be broken.

So his situation cannot be replicated, so the question is, where did Zhang Erdou and Lao Jiang go?

The old scholar stared at the large Ganoderma lucidum from the side, took out his pipe and took out a bag.

Spraying the clouds, he said, "I think it is most likely that the two of them rolled directly into the mountain stream. They have already met the King of Hell. I asked Ma Gan and the others to go downstream to check, and we will have confidence soon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a bunch of flashlight lights from a distance shining through the bushes and weeds.