On the afternoon of the third day, Uncle Ming called and said that everything was ready and waiting for the four of us.

Fatty, Wang Yuanchao, the fourth girl, and I rushed to the agreed upon location.

When I arrived, I found that in addition to the young man, there were more than a dozen guys in weird clothes in the team led by Uncle Ming. Three of them were blond, blue-eyed foreigners, with big shoulders and round waists, all wearing desert camouflage uniforms, with faces on their faces.

They were painted with oil paint and looked like they were overseas mercenaries. The other seven people were mixed, some were old and some were young, some were tall and some were short, some were fat and some were thin, each carrying a package.

Although they didn't greet me, I sniffed and could smell the faint earthy smell on their bodies.

These seven people are definitely not simple characters, but old men who often go to the grave.

Intuitively, we can all sense the dead smell in each other.

I asked the fat man: "Have you seen them?"

The fat man shook his head and said: "Look, these seven people are dressed differently. They should come from all over the world. They don't seem to be from the same place..."

I looked at the fourth girl again. He had been reborn so many times, so he would definitely have an impression. Unexpectedly, the fourth girl answered more simply and neatly, shaking his head and saying: "I don't remember!"

Hearing the fourth girl's answer, I secretly cursed myself for being so stupid. Every time the fourth girl is reborn, he forgets some things. The only things that can be remembered in his mind are the most important ones. How could he care about so-called

What about your colleagues?

What's more, he is the boss who commands Captain Mo Jin! No matter how powerful the master is, he is nothing in front of the fourth girl.

But even though I talked so much, I was still secretly on guard.

Uncle Ming is obviously determined to win this operation, otherwise he would not have found us and brought two other groups of experts. He is not Ma Rulong or the old blind man, but a person who has witnessed the secret of Li Si's tomb with his grandfather.

Naturally, he knew that no matter how many people he brought in, they would all be cannon fodder in the end. But he still chose to bring so many people. On the one hand, it was to contain us, and on the other hand, it also showed his determination.

Just as we were looking at each other, two helicopters landed in the grass on the outskirts.

Uncle Ming jumped out of the helicopter at this moment. Seeing that we were all here, he gave us a brief introduction.

"This is Mr. James, a former captain of the U.S. Marine Corps. He once participated in the war in Afghanistan and is nicknamed the Cold-blooded Murderer."

I shook hands with the tall and tall bald foreigner, but the bald man ignored me and stood tightly behind Uncle Ming like a professional bodyguard.

Uncle Ming called another seven people over, pointed at one of them, an old man with a goat's beard, and said: "This is the leader of Shanxi tomb robbing circles. He has rich experience. We will all obey his command before going to the tomb this time! Dingdang, you

Just call him Nian Laoda."

This old man was about fifty years old, with dark skin and wrinkles on his face. He looked more like a farmer, but the viciousness revealed in the corners of his eyes was hard to miss.

If I hadn't been to the tomb several times and met all kinds of ruthless people, I might have been deceived by this old man's appearance.

I nodded to the elder, and he responded with a smile.

Finally, Uncle Ming pulled over the young man who had conflicts with us before and said: "Dingdang! This is Aaron, my nephew. Don't take this small misunderstanding seriously. When it comes to the relationship between our two families, you have to

Just call him big brother."

After Uncle Ming finished speaking, the young man bowed to me respectfully: "I have offended many people before, I hope I won't take it to heart."

Although it was obvious that his apology was not sincere, due to Uncle Ming's face, I couldn't say anything, so I had to smile and say a few polite words to him.

However, I always felt that this person's way of apologizing was a bit weird, but I couldn't figure out what the weirdness was for a while. But the fat man beside me whispered in my ear: "Grandma, why does this guy look like a

Japanese?"

When the fat man mentioned the Japanese, my heart skipped a beat, but I quickly covered it up without leaving a trace.

Because Uncle Ming was in a hurry, he just briefly introduced the main characters of a few groups of teams. Let us get to know each other through the information after we get on the plane.

There were two civilian Dolphin helicopters, each of which could carry fifteen people. We were in a group with the seven old men, and Uncle Ming was in a group with the mercenaries, and they took off directly amidst the roar of the engines.

On the plane, we learned that the place we were going to this time was Lishan!

Speaking of Lishan Mountain, we are very familiar with it. Lishan Mountain is a branch of the Qinling Mountains. Although the altitude is not high, it has unique geographical conditions. Because it is located in Guanzhong and close to the ancient capital Xi'an, it has been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times.

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The Mausoleum of the First Emperor of Qin, which shocked people at home and abroad, is located in Lishan Mountain. The allusions about King Zhou You's beacon fire play on the princes also happened in Lishan Mountain, as well as Nuwa's patching up of the sky and so on.

Even in the Republic of China, the famous Xi'an Incident also occurred here. Zhang Xueliang imprisoned Chiang Kai-shek and forced Chiang Kai-shek to resist Japan.

It can be said that many major events that affected the Chinese nation happened in Lishan.

According to "Nine Transformations of Dragon Burial Jue", Kunlun is the birthplace of dragon veins in the world, and Lishan Mountain is the leader of this dragon vein. Together with Henan, the Yangtze River, and the Yellow River, it forms the shape of a giant dragon. For five thousand years,

I don’t know how many Chinese people have been nurtured, so since ancient times there has been a saying: Those who get the dragon’s veins will win the world.

This shows the importance of Mount Li to Chinese civilization.

I thought about it, and according to common sense, there are indeed many historical sites in the Lishan area. Uncle Ming should not be looking for the wrong place this time.

But after entering Lishan Mountain, where should we go next? To the top of the mountain, at the bottom of the mountain, or to dig a hole in the middle of the mountain to find Dadou? I have no idea about this.

The fat man saw me looking at the map in a daze, so he came over and took a look, but he couldn't understand it at all. He curled his lips and said, "What on earth is this drawing? Why does it feel like a child's graffiti to me?"

Because there is no specific location marked on the map, not even text, only a few scattered symbols, so few people can tell at a glance that this is the Qinling Mountains and Lishan area. If I hadn’t studied the book so hard during this period,

"Nine Transformations of Dragon Burial Technique", I am afraid that I can't recognize this sheepskin map, so I immediately explained to the fat man: "Look at this rolling mountain, does it look like the head of a divine dragon? It seems that Uncle Ming is the head of a dragon this time.

He is going to lead us into the Qinling Mountains."

When he heard me talking about Qinling Mountains, the fat man's little eyes suddenly turned round. Although he didn't understand what dragon veins were, he knew that the Qinling Mountains were full of antiques. If you just dig a hole, you might be able to find the tomb of a prince.

At that moment, he secretly glanced at the group of old men sitting opposite us and said, "Why did I find a leader in the tomb robbing world in Shaanxi to take the lead? I dare you, let's dig up soil on his territory!"

I pulled the fat man and told him not to talk nonsense.

We still don’t know where Uncle Ming will take us to Lishan Mountain, and we can’t tell whether the place we are going to is the Imperial Tomb.

Unexpectedly, the old man with a goatee across from me looked at me with some surprise and said: "I didn't expect that you, little kid, know so much about Feng Shui and geography at such a young age?"

"That's right, our Tinkerbell doesn't have any merit, it's just that we're smart..."
Chapter completed!