Night...

"Brother Xuan, everything is here..."

Under the night.

The guys at the seafood shop brought what Jiang Xuan wanted.

Jiang Xuan looked at it.

There are five large boxes, which are enough to blow up the door of the treasury.

"Brother Xuan..."

Put things down.

The younger brothers did not leave in a hurry, but whispered: "Did anyone look for you when you went out in the afternoon?"

"What?"

"Afraid that I'll snitch on you?"

Take a look at the three boys who came to deliver the goods.

Jiang Xuan took out seven or eight Hong Kong dollars in one thousand denominations from his wallet and handed them to the three of them with a smile: "You three, didn't come to kill me and silence me, right?"

As soon as I heard this.

The three younger brothers laughed themselves: "Brother Xuan, stop making trouble. You look like you are doing big business. Where are we? We don't want our lives. We dare to come to you."

It's the 1980s now.

There are many provincial and Hong Kong flag soldiers who come to Hong Kong Island to make money.

But even if I count, I don’t see anyone who has the ability to use heavy machine guns and liquid explosives.

Don't tell me what Jiang Xuan wants these things for.

Just thinking about it, I know that such people are not something they and their small characters can afford to offend.

"Go back and tell your big brother."

Jiang Xuan also considered An Ge's proposal: "Hong Kong Island is indeed too comfortable to create a big scene. This business should be the last one between me and him. I have already thought about it. Somalia, West Mexico

Brother, if it weren’t for Lu Wanda, there would be a lot of potential in the vast world outside.”

Although I haven’t decided where to go yet.

But he already has a plan. After he goes there, he will build a few gold and silver mines and set up a security company for fun.

Endorsed by the security company.

When buying weapons, you don’t have to tie your hands and just place an order directly with some big companies.

As long as you have enough money.

There is nothing that Da Mao dare not sell. If there is, there is a more ruthless rabbit in the south.

"Explosives, gas welding machines, aqua regia, hot aluminum agents, and water cutters, I don't believe I can't deal with you."

Looking at a warehouse full of things.

Jiang Xuan is very confident that he can open the bronze door.

If none of this works.

He was just waiting to get abroad and get some underground missiles from the black market.

Hangujie...

Lost Island.

"Boom!!"

Accompanied by a shocking explosion, the entire island trembled.

Jiang Xuan looked up.

What a bullshit bronze door, half of it was blown to pieces, leaving a big dark hole that led to nowhere.

"I thought you were so strong, but I didn't expect you to be incapacitated as soon as I made a move."

I wanted to take turns with eighteen martial arts.

Unexpectedly, this bronze door looks tough, but in fact it is just that. Its defensive power is about the same as the protective door of a vault.

But it’s right to think about it.

This island is obviously just an ordinary resource point under the immortal sect called "Kong Ming Sect". It is not the sect's headquarters or military fortress. The so-called solidity is only for mortals.

For Xianmen.

Maybe this is just a small base built casually to stay.

Thought of here.

Jiang Xuan guarded against arrogance and impatience, took back his contemptuous heart, and walked into the Black Mountain with a flashlight.

"This is..."

As soon as you enter.

Walking along the passage, the first thing you see is an empty hall.

I took a flashlight and took a photo.

In each of the four corners of the hall stands a two-meter-high stone statue.

Enter the eyes.

The stone statue is covered with dust, but the carving is lifelike, just like a sleeping person.

Jiang Xuan took a closer look again.

It was discovered that the foreheads of the stone statues were each inlaid with a red orb. However, due to the passage of time, the orbs were full of cracks, making the originally flawless stone statues less complete.

"Is this thing really just a statue?"

Jiang Xuan circled the stone statue twice, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that this thing looked like a guard robot in the modern concept.

Of course.

Immortalism should not have the concept of robots. According to Journey to the West or The Romance of the Gods, this thing should be called a puppet Taoist soldier.

"What a pity..."

Jiang Xuan looked at the statue obsessively, thinking it would be great if the orb on the forehead of the statue was not worn out.

But the next second.

He felt a little lucky again.

The orb embedded on the forehead of the stone statue is probably the source of energy for the puppet Taoist soldiers.

If the orb is not damaged, his intrusion may activate the defense system of these puppet Taoist soldiers. Who knows how strong these Taoist soldiers used to defend the mountain gate are.

Thinking like this.

Jiang Xuan continued to walk deeper, and soon left the hall and came to a place similar to a storage area.

Look left and right.

A passage extends straight forward, with six and six corresponding on both sides, a total of twelve large warehouses.

Check one or two.

Something must have happened here back then. Nine of the twelve warehouses were opened. There was nothing in these opened warehouses and they were very clean.

Go further inside.

The doors to the innermost three warehouses were closed, as if the situation was urgent. The people searching for these things only had time to search the first nine warehouses. After the remaining three warehouses, it was too late, so they gave up the search and did not go deeper.

With this thought.

Jiang Xuan blew open a warehouse door.

For a while.

Along with the faint smell of decay, what comes into view are rows of shelves and broken orbs.

"These beads..."

Jiang Xuan took a closer look and whispered: "It seems to be similar to the one on the statue at the door, just not as big."

Compared with the orb on the forehead of the statue, the one here is smaller, about the size of peanuts and grapes.

The orbs on the stone statues are at least as big as walnuts, and they are the ancestors of these orbs.

"Is it rotten..."

As soon as Jiang Xuan's fingers touched the orb, it turned into powder.

But his face was solemn, and when he looked back, his eyes seemed not to see the exit, but the red shell cemetery outside the island.

"Orb..."
To be continued...