Looking at the tomb-raiding lieutenant's token in the other party's hand, Uncle San's face was full of joy. He finally understood what it meant to be a hunting eagle all day and end up having his eyes pecked out.
The fat man opposite with the surname Wang who looks silly is not an honest man at all. He holds the token of the tomb raider and might be an expert in tomb robbing.
Uncle San snorted, thinking of the words he had just said to the ignorant young people, thinking that he was a senior, and he didn't want to say anything anymore.
What about today’s young people!
They are simply bad boys. They are so greedy that they try to deceive a 49-year-old man.
Fatty Wang chuckled, changing his previous fear and nervousness, and put his hand directly on Uncle San's shoulder, "Uncle San, don't be angry, let's have a good chat."
Uncle San rolled his eyes. There was nothing to talk about with someone like him.
"I think you are here for that thing, Uncle San. Why don't we work together to prevent the news from leaking out?"
Fatty Wang glanced behind him and said with a hint of meaning, "The anomaly here is very attractive. Ordinary people would definitely not dare to come, but those two cultivators can't say for sure."
The two monks naturally refer to Simu and Russell on the boat.
The two of them rowed fast, but they were not far behind the big ship. The strange phenomenon here was very attractive.
Although the Yangtze River is wide, I believe that anyone who is not blind can basically see it in such thick fog.
Third Uncle's eyes were wandering, and his face was a little hesitant. Fatty Wang continued to strike while the iron was hot, "I am just a greedy guy who would take some treasures and leave, but you are different, Third Uncle, what you want is not treasure, but..."
"Stop talking!"
Uncle San looked at the Fatty Wang in front of him and felt indignant. He had a great reputation throughout his life and was also a well-known figure in the tomb-robbing world. How could he fall into the hands of such a shameless fat man
He said with a "Puh" sound, "Fatty, wait for your uncle. I'm telling you, I'm a cultured person."
"Cultivated people?"
Fatty Wang glanced at Third Uncle, looking him up and down with a look of disdain on his face, and then he rolled his eyes and said, "Third Uncle, I don't even know your last name?"
"My last name is Yang!"
Uncle San said in a bad tone, glaring at the fat man in front of him fiercely, "Let's make it clear in advance that I will only look for one thing on the ship. After I find it, I will retire and leave my hometown."
He stared at the fat man in front of him. Fatty Wang also knew what he was talking about. He patted his chest with his hand and said, "Don't worry, I don't have that disease either. I will never snatch it from you. In this life..."
As he spoke, he rubbed his thumb and index finger together skillfully, "Isn't the purpose of life to make money?"
Uncle San nodded, and the two of them reached a basic alliance.
But the two of them were still wary of each other. The cruelty and brutality of this tomb-robbing event and the sinister nature of human nature were fully revealed.
Brothers fight tigers together, and fathers and sons fight together in battle. But in the tomb-robbing business, even fathers and sons cannot trust each other.
The big ship in the distance was slowly approaching, and the small boat moved straight towards it as if it was being pushed by a ghost from behind.
This boat is the legendary ferry boat to the underworld, connecting the human world and the underworld, carrying treasures from the underworld.
What Uncle San said before was true, but also false. Not all the people who boarded this Netherworld ferry died. One person survived.
After the man escaped, he was in a state of constant fear. No one was willing to believe what had happened to him, and even his family felt it was bad luck.
Within three days, the man died suddenly and was buried along with his notes.
After many twists and turns, the notes from the tomb fell into the hands of Uncle San, but he was not the only one who knew the news.
This legendary ferry boat to the underworld was very quaint, damp, and even a little shabby, with only two lanterns that seemed new.
The dim and pale flames were dancing there, making people feel cold behind their backs.
But Uncle San and Fatty Wang don’t care. To be honest, there is really no need for timid people to join their group.
After all, they are the ones who are snatching treasures from the dead.
The two men slowly boarded the boat, and as soon as Fatty Wang stuck his head out, he was frightened by the scene on the boat.
The boat was not empty, but was full of people. Those people stood there stiffly, their faces pale and lifeless, without any life at all.
"hiss!"
Fatty Wang felt a little uneasy. Did he get on the wrong boat
Uncle San, who was standing by, was a little excited. He whispered, "It's this ship. It seems that many people have died on the Yangtze River in the past few months."
This is the ferry boat to the underworld, and it naturally does not carry humans, but the souls of those who died in the Yangtze River.
The world is in chaos and many people die, but it’s no big deal.
Fatty Wang was stunned for a moment, then he reacted with some excitement on his face. Robbing a monster's boat is much more exciting than robbing a tomb.
Moreover, this ship is a genuine antique ship. Judging from its rotten appearance, it is at least seven or eight hundred years old.
Not to mention antiques, even pots, pans, tables, chairs and benches are top-quality treasures.
The two men boarded the boat quietly, and Uncle San held his breath. According to the records in the diary, these ghosts were unconscious.
Logically speaking, there are ghosts guarding it, but there is a difference between humans and ghosts, and the ghosts cannot attack humans. If you bring some dirty things, they will naturally avoid you with disgust.
If you take something you shouldn't take, you will be hunted down even if you manage to escape.
You should have some idea of what you should take and what you should not take.
Uncle San looked and saw that there were two living people walking there, but the ghost on the boat was indeed motionless, with its head lowered, not even looking at them.
His face lit up, and he lowered his head and said to Fatty Wang, "Be careful, don't disturb them. We are still one level away from the treasure, and there is a big guy."
"What?"
Uncle San has a diary, and Fatty Wang only knows a little bit, but not much.
Speaking of this, Uncle San couldn't help but shook his head. He frowned and said, "It's hard to say. The diary only said that he saw the most terrifying thing in the world, and everyone was killed by it."
“It’s fucking mysterious.”
Fatty Wang muttered casually, causing Uncle San to sneer. Young people are just young people, they have never seen the world.
Just as he was walking forward on tiptoe, a gust of cold wind came from behind him, making his back feel cold and he couldn't help shivering.
Then, another person's voice suddenly appeared, "Hey, old man, what are you talking to yourself about?"
Uncle San's body stiffened and he turned his head stiffly, looking at a little kid standing there. It was Russell who was on the boat before.
Russell looked at him strangely, and cautiously poked his uncle with his sword, "Are you okay?"
Uncle San turned around abruptly and looked at the empty space behind him. He was so horrified that his heart was filled with shock.
Who is Fatty Wang who has been talking to him
ps: I am in a low mood today and don't feel like writing. I will just write 5,000 words today and make up for it tomorrow if possible.
Thank you for your support, I will try my best to write a good one.