Tomb Robber: I am Hu Bayi’s cousin

First came long-distance buses, then long-distance minibuses, then long-distance motorcycles, and later ox-carts.

Hu Ming and his group of five people had to wait and see, and it took them several days to get from Hangzhou to Ludong.

Today, the location where several people got off the bullock cart is exactly in front of the Guazi Temple recorded on the calligraphy and painting map.

There is only a surging river next to the dilapidated small temple, and at the end of the river is a big mountain.

"Third Uncle, is this the place you deciphered from the rubbings on the silk book?"

After getting off the bullock cart, Wu Xie moved his body and asked suspiciously.

"Of course. Have you seen the mountain in front of you? Go over it and cross a river. The treasure is hidden over there."

Wu Sansheng pointed to the mountain at the end of the river and said proudly.

He had been studying the scroll rubbings for several days, and he was already familiar with the contents hidden in it.

The so-called calligraphy and painting is to write the geographical location in special encrypted characters. Apart from understanding the rules, there is no other way to decipher it.

And there are probably no more people in the world today than Wu Sansheng who can do this with more than two hands.

I have to say that Wu Sansheng was born to eat this bowl of rice.

At this moment, a native dog suddenly jumped out of the dilapidated temple gate ahead.

The native dog was about a hundred meters away from everyone. The moment the native dog came out, Hu Ming suddenly frowned.

Hu Ming could clearly smell the stench of corpses and rotting flesh from so far away.

"My five senses are much more sensitive than ordinary people. A distance of a hundred meters is enough for me to smell some unusual smells."

"That native dog's body is filled with the strong smell of rotting corpses!"

Looking at Wu Sansheng's confused look, Hu Ming lowered his voice and said.

Next to them is the old man who serves as a guide. This old man is not a good guy, he is just a bastard who blocks roads, steals wealth and kills.

It’s hard to imagine that we have now entered the 21st century.

But in remote areas of Kyoto, there are still some bastards who make a living from this trade.

"Stink of corpses!?"

Wu Sansheng's expression changed, and he suddenly became gloomy and solemn.

In the early years, he lived in a small village in western Shanxi. The people in the village made a living by doing bucket fighting.

But they were wild men. They couldn't even do the things like going to the tomb, let alone finding the dragon's cave.

In order to avoid the crisis caused by some dirty things in the tomb, several generations ago, the entire village began to eat solid meat, that is, dead human flesh, from childhood to adulthood.

The purpose is to use the dead energy of dead human flesh to cover up the Yang energy.

"Old man, what's the name of this dog? He looks very energetic."

With his mind spinning, Wu Sansheng pondered for a moment, lit a cigarette for the guide, and asked casually.

"Hey, this dog is called Donkey Dandan. We have to rely on the dog to bring the ferryman here."

"The river in front of us, crossing the mountain in front, is said to be an evil gate. Except for the ferryman, no one who enters the river in front of us comes back!"

"This ferryman is the only one who can bring people out of the river safely. People in the village say that there are snake spirits in the rivers in this mountain, so they sell the ferryman's reputation."

The old man took a puff of his cigarette and said cheerfully.

"Oh, is it really so magical? I'll have to take a closer look later to see if there are any snake spirits in this mountain."

Wu Sansheng followed the old man's words and pretended not to care, laughing while calling the dog's name.

"Donkey Dandan, come on, come on!"

In the early years, Gou Wuye relied on a nose that was more sensitive than a dog to eat, but he lost his sense of smell due to an accident half a century ago.

Only then did he raise several dogs to replace his nose, and then he became known as the Fifth Master of Dogs.

As the son of Master Gou Wu, Wu Sansheng naturally learned this skill and was very proficient in it.

But unlike Hu Ming, he was still too far away to be a hundred meters away and couldn't smell anything at all.

"It's a horse! It's indeed the smell of corpses. With this smell, this dog has probably been eating dead human flesh since he was a child!"

Wu Sansheng picked up the dog and smelled it, his face changed, and he couldn't help but cursed secretly in his heart.

At the same time, he gave Panzi a look. It was a cautious look.

Panzi understood and grasped the gun hidden by his clothes without leaving any trace.

This guy hadn't even seen the tomb yet, but he had encountered such an evil thing first, which made everyone in Wu San Province feel a little unhappy.

As the saying goes, the king of hell is easy to mess with, but the devil is difficult to deal with.

The ones who are most likely to make people overturn are really these little devils.

"Uncle Third, Panzi, what's wrong with you guys? Is there something wrong with this dog?"

Wu Xie looked at Wu Sansheng blankly.

"Children, don't interrupt when adults are talking. You ask so many questions, why are you asking a hundred thousand questions?"

"If you have that time, you might as well study the rubbings of the silk book more. Not only will you inherit all of your third uncle's skills, you should at least learn 70-80% of them, right?"

Hu Ming chuckled and slapped Wu Xie on the shoulder, making him stagger.

"Child? Uncle Hu... Ming, you look much younger than me, right?"

"It's okay for anyone to say this, but when you say it, it's so weird!"

Wu Xie looked at Hu Ming's threatening eyes and changed his words decisively, his face darkened.

To Wu Xie, Hu Ming was really a living ancestor.

Putting aside whether he can beat Hu Ming or not, Wu Xie would be uncomfortable even if he was suppressed by someone of this seniority.

"Haha, mistress, let me tell you, your uncle Ming, Ming is a man of real ability. I remember my company commander Hu told me that."

"When Mr. Ming was about the same age as you, he had already made a great name in the national archaeological and historical circles. As long as there are people who make a living in this industry, who doesn't know about it?"

Seeing Wu Xie deflated, Panzi smiled teasingly.

Hu Bayi is Panzi's most beloved company commander, and Hu Ming is Hu Bayi's good brother.

For Panzi, he was inherently more affectionate towards Hu Ming, who was also a soldier, so it was not surprising that he would make some harmless jokes.

Moreover, back then, the young Hu Ming's record really amazed many people who knew about it.

The identity on the road is not something that is blown out, is not praised by others, nor is it the shadow of ancestors.

The famous people in this industry are all ruthless and ruthless, and their great reputations are all earned with their lives!

In response, Hu Ming smiled casually and didn't want to say anything more.