Tomb Robber: I am Hu Bayi’s cousin

After all, they didn't get the information they wanted from this coffin. For the sake of the little brother, they closed the coffin lid and returned the same way. .

Of course, the fat man took away all the burial objects.

Tsk, who will the little brother fight with?

After that, they opened several black wooden coffins in succession, including men and women, without exception, all of which were missing the right palm.

During this period, there was no need for Hu Ming to explain too much, Wu Xie and others had already learned some of the past of the Zhang family.

At this time, the four came to the door of a very special room.

Unlike the previous door, this door was wide open.

Whether it was the interior space or the decoration, it was much more "luxurious" than the other rooms.

The same thing was that there was also a coffin in the center of the room.

But this coffin was a little different. There were many golden patterns carved on the black unknown wooden coffin, showing the extraordinary identity of the owner of the coffin.

"Why, did the little brother come here too?"

The fat man looked at it and asked curiously.

"You can tell without looking at the ground, there are no obvious footprints."

Hu Ming shook his head, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and he walked in first.

In the room, the golden black wood coffin was covered with long-accumulated white dust.

The incense burners surrounding it were also covered with dust.

Looking at the traces of corrosion on the door frame and the inconspicuous pry marks on the coffin, it can be seen that these are traces left at least decades ago.

"Is this the last funeral of the Zhang family?"

The fat man whispered in confusion.

"You are going to open the coffin of your ancestors after the funeral? Your ancestors will be so angry that they will jump out of the coffin and strangle you to death!"

"It can't be a funeral, this is tomb robbery!" Wu Xie rolled his eyes at the fat man and said with certainty.

"It's really a funeral, not a tomb robbery! However, the funeral party decades ago was not the Zhang family's funeral party, but the archaeological team that came here that year."

"They sent a body to the deepest part of the Zhang family's ancient building. There is only one reason to open this coffin, this is Zhang Qiling's coffin!"

Seeing this relatively noble coffin, Hu Ming already understood.

"Wait... It's not the Zhang family who came to the Zhang family's ancient building to attend the funeral, and... Is this the coffin of Menyouping?"

"What the hell? Menyouping is dead a long time ago, right? What is the Menyouping we know? A big zongzi crawling out of the coffin?"

Fatty and Wu Xie were immediately shocked, their eyes widened, looking at the coffin in front of them in disbelief, fearing it like a snake or scorpion.

"Zhang Qiling is a position and a nickname. Every Zhang family patriarch will inherit this special name when he takes over the position of patriarch."

"Qilingqiling means to remove the deceased's spirit tablet and transport the coffin. The patriarch of the Zhang family has the responsibility to welcome back the Zhang family members who died outside."

This is what Xiaohua, who was silent, pointed to the small words on the coffin lid and explained softly.

Most of the words on it are no longer clear, but the five big words "Chosen as Zhang Qiling" can be barely seen clearly.

"As for the funeral procession mentioned by Uncle Ming, more than 30 years ago, they buried a corpse in the deepest part of the Zhang family's ancient building."

"But unfortunately, the mantis stalks the cicada, and the oriole is behind!"

"In the end, the corpse was dug out and finally hidden as a trump card for a comeback at the last critical moment."

At this point, Xiaohua's mouth opened with a mocking and self-deprecating smile that was completely inconsistent with his character.

"Who did it?"

Wu Xie and Fatty asked in a daze.

They can probably guess the corpse.

Some things can never be spoken out loud. They can only be understood, not expressed in words. If spoken out loud, it will be a disaster.

"It was his father, Xie Lianhuan, who did it."

Hu Ming grinned.

"Yes, it was my father who did it. The word "daring" is not enough to describe my father's actions back then. He simply poked a hole in the sky. After doing this, my father is almost the enemy of the world."

"For so many years, my father has been secretly avoiding "him"'s pursuit, and at the same time constantly making moves to fight against him, until the best time came when you went to the Kingdom of Queen Mother of the West. "

Xiaohua looked at Wu Xie who was shocked, smiled slightly, and revealed the secret of the year.

"Calculate the time, Uncle Ming, the time for the last direct person in charge of "him" who was unable to act by the hidden man sent by father is about to come, right?"

After saying that, Xiaohua ignored Wu Xie and Fatty and said calmly.

"Well, at least half a month, at most one month, everything will be settled. This is the last bloodline left by Zhang Dafoye and Yin Xinyue"

"If it weren't for Zhang Yueshan's reluctance to protect him secretly, the whole thing should have been completely over after the Queen Mother of the West."

"But I know what you mean. Even if this matter is over, Jie Lianhuan will have no place to stand. As long as he is not dead, many people will not let him go."

"Just like you said, he poked a hole in the sky! No one can forgive him. "

Hu Ming's face was unusually indifferent. The game at the top level should have ended completely a few months ago.

After all, Zhang Yueshan was loyal to Zhang Dafoye and couldn't bear to see this scene.

He was the last direct bloodline of Zhang Dafoye and Yin Xinyue, and also one of the persons directly involved in the whole thing. For Zhang Yueshan's sake, Hu Ming, Wu Sanxing, and Jie Lianhuan all let him go for the time being.

The most important thing is that birth, aging, illness and death are common to all people. Life is only 36,500 days. Without the Qilin blood, he eventually came to the end of his life.

If you think about it carefully, Zhang Yueshan is also an unlucky guy. His identity is sensitive. He is caught between the Nine Gates and Zhang Dafo and can't make a choice. He can only watch the development of the disorder indifferently.

Although Zhang Dafo felt regretful in his later years and asked Zhang Yueshan to take good care of the Nine Gates and atone for his sins.

But the bloodline left by Zhang Dafo did not have this awareness.

Until his death, he never gave up forcing the Nine Gates to seek the possible immortality of the Zhang Family Ancient Building.

The reason why the Nine Gates did not leave any records of Zhang Dafo's bloodline descendants is very simple... because the old Nine Gates hated him to the bone.

"I know that no matter if he disappears with a new face or is secretly executed, in short, for the sake of the younger generation, the cause that my grandfather and father have fought for has finally come to fruition."

"Father, he is finally free."

Xiaohua smiled slightly, and then sighed in a complicated way.

This shocking game that has lasted for nearly half a century is finally coming to an end.