Zongwu: The Rise of the Little People

Say someone.

Someone is here.

Fang Duobing saw Zhao Xu and the other two through the window.

After taking a look at his empty stomach, he became impatient and used his lightness skills to leap in through the window.

"I'm starving!" Looking at the food on the table, Fang Duobing's eyes lit up. He completely disregarded his image as a young master and started to eat with relish.

Xiao Yu'er was stunned and scolded with a smile: "Fang Duobing, are you the reincarnation of a starving ghost?"

After hearing what Xiao Yu'er said, Fang Duobing's eyes actually turned red: "Xiao Yu'er, you don't know how miserable I am!"

"Okay, hurry up and eat. Don't we know what kind of person you are?" Seeing that the other party was about to spit, Zhao Xu quickly spoke out to stop him.

Li'er and Wangfu were captured and brought back to Tianji Villa, and he no longer had anyone to take care of the accounts and plans.

The money he got from Baichuanyuan must have been spent lavishly, and now he is penniless and hungry.

"Hehehe, Brother Zhao is the one who understands me!" Fang Duobing smiled somewhat embarrassedly.

"Since you're back on the team now, you don't have to worry about your stomach problems!" Li Lianhua said to the other person with a gentle look in her eyes.

"That's right, Brother Zhao, how much of our ten thousand taels is left?" When this was mentioned, Xiao Yuer couldn't help but pay attention to the shared money of their team.

"Don't worry, it's enough for us to eat for many years!" Zhao Xu was also speechless and shook his head and replied.

"It's not this, it's about Wei Zhuang. Everyone needs a deposit of 100 taels when entering!" Xiao Yuer saw that Zhao Xu had misunderstood and quickly explained.

"What kind of Wei Zhuang is this, how dare he act like this!" Upon hearing this, Fang Duobing felt that the chicken leg he had just eaten no longer tasted good.

Although he spent his own money without a plan or a fixed amount, the more he suffered, the more he valued his own treasury.

"Xiao Yu'er, tell him about it!" Zhao Xu didn't want to waste his words, so he handed the explanation of the analysis of the first-grade tomb to Xiao Yu'er.

"Fang Duobing, seven headless corpses in Pu Chushan, Baichuanyuan..." Xiao Yuer did not waste any time and directly told them the three people's analysis just now, as well as the situation of Wei Zhuang, the antique black market in the mountains.

"Brother Zhao, Li Lianhua, Xiao Yuer, you all already know it, but it's still so powerful!" After listening to Xiao Yuer's analysis of the situation, Fang Duobing was a little surprised, but then he changed his mind and felt it was natural.

The four of them have experienced two strange cases. Fang Duobing is well aware of the wisdom of the three, especially Zhao Xu and Li Lianhua.

Li Lianhua's sharp observation and extreme reasoning are irresistible and make it impossible for problems to escape.

Zhao Xu has another style. He often goes straight to the core point. Once he grasps this point, all subsequent problems will be easily solved.

"Before I left, the hospital handed this case over to me!"

Fang Duobing did not hide anything, and then he took out a sign from his pocket and said, "This is the government office. The identity cards found on those seven people show that they are not ordinary tomb robbers!"

"Half a skull, the Fourteen Thieves of the Underworld!" Li Lianhua recognized the origin of the card after taking a look.

"It's really interesting that he has an identity card but loses his head!" Xiao Yuer took the card from Fang Duobing, his brain worked quickly, and he discovered the problem instantly.

"We were originally looking for a first-class tomb, and now we have someone to help us, which reduces a lot of work!" Zhao Xu was calm and did not care about any conspiracy. Instead, he thought that this was a good thing.

"Hearing what Brother Zhao said, I suddenly feel a lot more relaxed!" Although Zhao Xu and three others helped in this case, Fang Duobing still felt some pressure. Now that he thought about it this way, he felt very different.

"Hurry up and eat. We'll go to Wei Zhuang later!" Zhao Xu quickly made his next move. As the local antique black market center, there will definitely be some gains.

……

Deep in the mountain of Pak Hoe.

Wei Zhuang, as the name suggests, the owner of this manor is surnamed Wei.

The outer courtyard of the manor is an antique black market, while the inner courtyard is a gathering place for tomb robbers. If someone discovers a large tomb, they will form a group here and dig the tomb together.

With Xiao Yu'er leading the way, the four of them had smooth journey and entered the inner courtyard, where they happened to meet the owner of Wei Zhuang, who was organizing a party and having a feast.

At this time and in this place, it goes without saying that it must be for the First-Class Tomb.

Fang Duobing is considered to be well-read, but it is obvious that he is far inferior in knowledge and experience, and does not know much about these inferior trades.

In order not to embarrass him, Xiao Yuer had to explain to him as he walked.

The Daxi local scholars are mainly divided into four major factions.

Sky clock, mountain awning, remaining ink, and gilding.

Observe the celestial phenomena to find the cave, look at the terrain to explore the tomb, look for treasures according to the ancient scrolls, and follow the traces of funerary objects.

The four major sects each have their own strengths and it is difficult to tell who is better. In addition, there are some small sects of copper coins and fire coins, as well as some low-ranking people.

Of course, no matter what their background is, those who can do this job are definitely not good people.

A group of tomb robbers were gathering together. As soon as Zhao Xu and his four companions entered the room, they attracted everyone's attention. Their temperament was really unlike that of their peers.

"Oh, you four look unfamiliar. I think you are not from my sect." The air stagnated for a moment, and an old man holding a wine bag and looking quite drunk came over in a few steps, speaking in a sarcastic tone.

As soon as these words were spoken, the other six tomb robbers who had gathered stood up nervously.

The air was filled with alcohol and the words were spoken without thinking. Zhao Xu was not in a good mood and did not want to pay attention to these people, so he glared at them.

"Plop, plop..." Great fear suddenly rose in the hearts of the seven people, and they fell to the ground with dizziness.

After a while, the seven people finally recovered.

The drunk old man had been frightened awake and dared not utter a single sound.

"It's not my turn for you to interrogate me yet?" Zhao Xu glanced at him and said coldly.

"We know!" They couldn't afford to provoke such power, and they nodded one after another.

Afterwards, Zhao Xu stopped talking, but the atmosphere in the air was still somewhat solemn.

"The bamboo whistles and pan flutes are all ringing, and accents from all over the country are indistinguishable. This Brother Zhao is my friend, and he comes here only to protect me!" Li Lianhua spoke at this time, breaking the solemn atmosphere.

As soon as the jargon came out, it was different. The seven people felt a lot more relaxed instantly, but they restrained their arrogant attitude.

"My friend, at which watch did you leave? Which shortcut did you take?" It must be extraordinary to have such a master protecting you. The old man was a little cautious and asked Li Lianhua.

"We will set off at the 20th hour and take the Duhu Road!" Li Lianhua smiled slightly and replied directly.

A Du Hu Dao is a person who changes his career lately and is usually a lone ranger. Such a person is either weak or strong and should not be underestimated.

However, since it was a single-family road and had someone like Zhao Xu guarding it, several people were a little puzzled.

"Excuse me, sir, are you carrying a banner? How many words are on the banner?" Seeing this, the old man asked again.

"Carry the golden banner!" Li Lianhua quickly replied. When he said this, several local masters were shocked. He continued calmly, "Thirteen years ago, four words were left in front of the Ming Tower in the Imperial Mausoleum in the south of Beijing!"

"Greetings to Senior Sushou Scholar!"