Chaozi handed the dynamite to Zhuo Xiong, telling him to stand outside and watch those two old ghosts. He rushed towards the jade coffin with great impatience. When he saw Cha Wenbin lying there naked, his face filled with helplessness, this little scoundrel actually burst out laughing: "Wenbin brother, how did you manage to strip yourself bare?"

  "It's none of your business, kid. Hand over the clothes." Zhang Wenbin said with a red face, as he was lying there naked in front of his little brother, feeling embarrassed.

  Zhuo Xiong pulled out the camouflage uniform that Cha Wenbin had originally prepared but never wore, and threw it over to him. Cha Wenbin took the clothes and was about to get up to put them on when he saw the little guy still staring at him, so he said irritably: "Turn around!"

  "Ah!" Chaozi suppressed his smile, turned around, and didn't forget to scold the two old men, immediately changing to a smug expression, with a dark face he shouted: "Wenbin told you to turn around, didn't you hear?"

  Now he's being bullied by others, Old Wang and Hua Bai Hu Zi were just holding him down, but now they're being bullied by him instead. Hua Bai Hu Zi is clearly a tough guy, staring at Chao Zi with his eyes wide open, as if to say "I won't back down, what can you do?" Chao Zi has been wanting to lose his temper for a long time, and if it weren't for Old Wang's face, he would have taken care of them first. Now that you're putting the gun to your own head, don't blame me!

  "Damn it, today I'm going to get you!" Chaozi took a swift step forward, raised his fist and was about to strike.

  "Stop it, Chaozi!" Cha Wenbin, who was already dressed and standing outside, intervened: "Don't do anything rash before we figure out what's going on."

  Chaozi withdrew his fist, pointing at the old man, wanting to say something but restrained himself. The white-bearded old man was unmoved, only letting out a cold snort, which further infuriated Chaozi, who raised his fist again, ready to strike, when Cha Wenbin grabbed it: "I told you to stop, did you hear?"

  Chao Zi withdrew his fist and said viciously: "Just now, Old Wang pointed a gun at us to make us retreat. That old man took Yiran as a hostage. We two were about to be killed, but they refused to let you go, insisting that you were already dead. I think if we hadn't turned back, you would have been killed by these two guys too."

  Cha Wenbin took back his own stuff from Chaozi's hands, the familiar big seal was still tied at his waist, and there was that Seven Stars Sword and that Qiankun Bag. He didn't know how, but these things that had accompanied him for many years, once they were gone, he really felt unaccustomed to it.

  While tidying up, Cha Wenbin also kept an eye on Old Wang and the white-bearded man. The white-bearded man had a "you can't do anything to me" look on his face, while Old Wang looked extremely worried and restless.

  After tidying up, Cha Wenbin finally spoke: "Old Wang, I've actually known you were awake all along. You must have had your reasons for doing so, and since you're not willing to say, I won't force it. This bronze wheel was originally meant for you anyway. Since you want it, take it then. As for us, I think we should leave too." With that, Cha Wenbin raised his hand, and the bronze wheel flew towards Old Wang.

  Old Wang hastily caught it, looking at the wheel-shaped object in his hand, and his heart was like a five-flavor bottle being knocked over, very uncomfortable: "Slow down, what can be said will be said today, what can't be said, please don't ask."

  "Speak up." Cha Wenbin smiled as he looked at him.

  Old Wang took a glance at the white-bearded man, let out a sigh, and the white-bearded man wanted to stop him, but Old Wang didn't ask for his opinion again and said: "You can first tell me how you found out I woke up?"

  He pointed to the bronze wheel and said, "When I found it, in the tenth bronze coffin at the bottom of the ancient well, I opened the coffin and found this thing. At that time, Super was possessed by a ghost, and I had no choice but to use the Town Gate Treasure, Return Soul Incense. The lonely souls and wild ghosts on Mount Li were all brought out, and with this thing, people who had just died could return their souls. But you and Leng Yiran were unconscious, and I took a look at both of you. Although you two are in a coma, your situations are completely different. Her breathing is much more stable than yours. If I'm not mistaken, you're faking it, while Miss Leng might have been poisoned by a gu insect. Only the gu technique can be immune to the effects of the Return Soul Incense, because it's integrated with the main body. Although I don't understand much about it, I do know a bit. However, since you want to pretend, I'll say the same thing: you have your own reasons, and when the time is right, you will naturally wake up. Old Wang, am I correct?"

  Old Wang nodded, "Cha Wenbin, you're indeed formidable, even knowing about Gu sorcery. But don't worry, Leng Yiran is still my niece after all. The one she's been afflicted with is just a somnolent Gu, it will naturally dissipate in three more hours. As for me, whether you believe what I say or not, if you do, then I'll speak."

  Chaozi heard that he was pretending, and immediately became angry, shouting: "We've been traveling together all along without abandoning you, yet you dare to pretend to be something you're not! If I had known earlier, I would have left you to feed the corpse silkworms."

  "Alright, Chaozi, don't say anything more, Old Wang, you continue!" At this time, Wenbin still had to come out to calm things down, as he was the only one who could control these two kids.

  Old Wang is not very concerned about Chaofeng now, seeing that Zha Wenbin has finished speaking, he continues: "Thirty years ago, a group of Japanese people disguised as tourists searched for something in the Qingcheng area of Sichuan. At that time, my organization received intelligence and had been secretly investigating this matter to understand the reason. We also sent someone to follow them secretly. However, those Japanese were far more powerful than our organization imagined, and soon the informant was discovered and killed, and all the clues about this matter were interrupted."

  We also learned later that thirty years ago, this group of people was looking for something from an ancient legend. Wen Bin, you are a Taoist and proficient in the art of gods and ghosts, and can even enter the underworld. However, do you know that in history, not only did the underworld originally have a passage to the human world, but even the immortal realm had one too?

  Old Wang spoke to this point, and the three of them did not respond. Old Wang continued: "I have been engaged in archaeological work for most of my life, and I have seen many strange things. In fact, there are many historical truths that transcend our modern thinking, just like your Taoist skills, which are unimaginable and supernatural to ordinary people."

  The origin of our country's history dates back to how many years, historians have a more popular saying that is five thousand years up and down. In fact, we know almost nothing about the culture three thousand years ago, but coincidentally, there are segments of mythological stories that have been passed down in the past two thousand years. You are familiar with the gods and ghosts, the immortals in Taoism, the king in the underworld, which one did not exist thousands of years ago? But why do these myths appear less frequently as we get closer to modern times?

  At that time, a manager in the organization was very interested in this matter and specially set up a small group to study it. I had just graduated at that time and was selected to participate in this group because of my clean background. The object of our research and discussion was that segment of the lost ancient mythological era of nearly two thousand years ago. Because all Chinese legends that have been widely spread have certain verifiability, even if you want to tell a story, you must have an original model for them to talk about, let alone the three realms, five elements, four images and eight trigrams that you are familiar with. Who created it? Of course, according to legend, they were created by Fuxi, but do you really believe in the existence of Fuxi? Is there any evidence? If not, then we need to find evidence, otherwise this seemingly mysterious and extraordinary thing will appear out of thin air?

  For the same reason, why can't modern times produce someone who is so extraordinary? What we do is just to continue the ancient myths and legends, no one can update and supplement these systems, so for that unknown and unwritten history, it seems especially mysterious.

  We were formed in such a context, searching for the clues of that history under the name of archaeology, until the organization later received reports that a small village without any records was slaughtered overnight near Qingcheng Mountain in Sichuan, and many existences beyond known history were found in that village.

  Later on, we formed a working group and stationed ourselves there, that village is what you see now.

  Cha Wenbin, who had been listening with interest, finally interjected a sentence: "So, you've been here before."

  "No," Old Wang continued, "to be exact, I've only been to that village. Everything in this mountain is mysterious until we met him on the second day of our stay!" Old Wang pointed at the white-bearded man beside him.

  Lao Wang continued, "Zhuo Xiong brothers, come here. Originally, I left a letter at your home in Zijingping, which contained the truth about what happened. But now that you're back, there's no need to show it to you anymore. Let's just clarify things here and now, Brother Jiang, what do you think?"

  That old man with a white beard looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh, then lowered his head again. A pair of old eyes actually sparkled with tears, nodding and saying: "Alright, you speak..."

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