Tomb Robber: I am Hu Bayi’s cousin

Although Mrs. Huo changed her strategy and asked Huo Xiuxiu, a beautiful young lady, to come to visit.

But Hu Ming was still indifferent and said nothing.

Even Mrs. Huo ignored the sky-high price offer.

From then on, Hu Ming stayed quietly in the Crescent Hotel for less than half a month.

Usually, when my interest comes up, I make an appointment with Yin Nanfeng to visit various places of interest in Sijiu City.

From time to time, I would have a date with Fatty Hu Bayi and the others.

Huo Xiuxiu, who came to "harass" Hu Ming from time to time, was just an ornament to her ordinary life.

After all, Mrs. Huo never gave up.

She has been looking for her daughter for more than 20 years, and she still has some patience.

Huo Xiuxiu has become the exclusive microphone between the two of them.

In the past half month, Yin Nanfeng had been having soft and hard blowjobs from time to time, trying to trick Hu Ming into finding a way to achieve eternal youth.

Hu Ming felt in a daze, when did he become the most popular among these nine gates?

Everyone wanted something from him.

It is worth mentioning that as he became familiar with Hu Ming, Yin Nanfeng became more courageous.

It seems that it has become a habit to enter Hu Ming's room uninvited every morning, sipping red wine and admiring Hu Ming's "beautiful man taking a bath"?

In her words, since you have already seen it once, why do you still care about it?

There is only the first time and countless times for anything...

This sentence really makes sense.

Tsk!

In this regard, Hu Ming could only say that people should not be too handsome.

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Today, half a month later, the day that many people are either sad or looking forward to has finally arrived.

"Girl, don't worry, I'm coming to see you. You must have been cool and lonely down there all these years, right? Don't worry, I'll be with you right away."

"You know, I found a child later, who looked really similar to you, but it's a pity that he was a boy..."

"After so many years, the child finally came back to me and stayed with me before I died."

"I said, "I have done a lot of bad things in February. I am so lucky to have that child by my side before I die."

"It's a pity that in all these years, I have never sang on stage again..."

On the bed, Er Erhong's consciousness had blurred. She was immersed in her own world, looking at the photo in her hand and muttering to herself.

He grabbed at the air with one hand, and when he was dying, he seemed to see the figure he had missed for more than half a century.

Hu Ming knew very well that this meant that Er Erhong's life had come to an end.

Now it's just a reflection of the past. In less than a moment, the second master who was famous in Changsha City will leave completely.

What a pity it’s a boy? Tsk!

After closing the door and leaving someone to take care of Er Erhong, Jiang Nan lit a cigarette and leaned on the railing, sighing melancholy.

Although he asked himself that he had no feelings for Er Erhong.

But now, this nominal "master" is about to die, and I still feel a little uneasy in my heart.

After all, in the past half month of getting along, Er Erhong was really treating him better than her own son.

Hu Ming was not a hard-hearted person, so he was naturally moved.

"If you were a girl, I'm afraid you would be the second master's little wife now, right?

"Uncle Ming, don't be too sad. The second master is already very good. In your industry, it's not just you and the old guy. It's already rare to die at a healthy age."

Yin Nanfeng accompanied Hu Ming, patted Hu Ming's shoulder and comforted him.

"Hey, Nanfeng, how long has it been since he took the stage to sing Farewell My Concubine?"

Hu Ming was silent, then asked in a change of voice.

"I heard from the elders in the family that since the second master came to the Crescent Hotel, he has kept his beloved costumes locked in a box and has never performed on stage for more than half a century."

"To be precise, after his wife was buried in Changsha, the second master never touched the costume again."

Yin Nanfeng's voice was a little deeper. Over the years, she also regarded Er Erhong as her elder.

Now, Yue Erhong's last wish cannot be fulfilled, and she feels a little uncomfortable.

"Is that so? Then I'll fulfill his last wish. Wait for me!"

Hu Ming fell silent for a moment, and quickly returned to his room under Yin Nanfeng's confused eyes.

Not long after, Hu Ming returned again.

In his hand, he held a pile of packaged medicinal materials and an ancient prescription from Shirley Yang's grandfather.

"Find someone to fry this medicine as soon as possible. This will give him enough time to fulfill his wish."

Hu Ming pushed something to Yin Nanfeng.

"This is?"

"Moving mountains of powerful medicine, using the little time he has left in exchange for an afternoon of sobriety and health."

"This time is enough for him to fulfill his last wish and let him go free and easy."

Hu Ming said in a deep voice.

"...What's the price? Nothing good in this world comes without a price."

"I said, use the remaining time in exchange for an afternoon!"

"I understand. If the second master is conscious, he will probably be willing to do it. For a person like him, the time spent in confusion is meaningless after all."

"Speak slowly, go find the master to boil the medicine, and be quick!"

"Also... go and invite the old guy to listen to the second master's last performance of Farewell My Concubine!"

Yin Nanfeng smiled bitterly, took a deep breath, stopped worrying, and ordered the people around him to speak slowly.

"Now that the second master is gone, another living fossil is gone, and the Nine Sects are about to be shaken again."

"I'm afraid those idiots of your generation will be even more outrageous in the future."

The generation of the backbone of the Nine Gates. Those who died in the past died, and those who changed careers changed careers.

But the rest are all idiots who are not afraid of death.

Now that there is one less old guy weighing over them, they will be damned if they don't become more presumptuous.

"It's going to rain, my mother is getting married, and someone is seeking death. Can you stop me?"

"How they seek death and make trouble has nothing to do with me or you."

Hu Ming sneered disdainfully. Except for a few people, the Nine Gates were already rotten to the bone.

Otherwise, many years later, the mature Wu Xie would not have planned to bury the Jiumen family and the Wang family together.

To him, it doesn't matter what the nine gates are like.

For Yin Nanfeng, although Crescent Hotel has a close relationship with Jiumen.

But after all, they are two families. No matter whether Jiumen is brilliant or lonely, it will not have much impact on the business of Xinyue Hotel.

The most important auction at the Crescent Hotel is not just about antiques.

Besides, without the Nine Gates, there would be no antiques in the world, right?