Jie Lianhuan left, and left very casually.

After drinking that bottle of good wine, the bottle was quite like an ancient knight, and shook the hem of the worn windbreaker, leaving a chic back.

As Jie Lianhuan disappeared, there were also shadows that silently walked out of the fire everywhere. Those were the dead soldiers that Jie Lianhuan had trained over the years.

Now that the mission is done, they should retire.

As for their future after this, no one knows except themselves. These people are no longer called normal humans and are aliens in the human order society.

Perhaps, they will find a deserted area to live in seclusion without caring about the world.

Perhaps...they will choose to break themselves in the near future.

Whether it was the incident of Jie Jiuye more than 30 years ago, or the things that were burned down below this land now.

When they did these things, the land was destined to have no place for them from now on.

"Honor you, respect your silent struggles over the past few decades!"

Hu Ming took out a bottle of wine from the air out of thin air, his eyes a little confused, and he looked at the people leaving behind and said softly.

"And... respect you! No matter what you did to Jiumen in the past, you are always the greatest person in this country in hundreds of years!"

After opening a bottle of white wine again, Hu Ming leaned over and looked at the dark area within a radius of three kilometers, spilling the wine from the sky, with a serious expression.

This is the first time Hu Ming has used honorific words to a person.

Back then, after the body was transported out from Banai Village, Guizhou Province by special methods, Jie Jiuye was chased and desperate and was helped by Gou Wuye in Hangzhou.

In the end, Master Wu of Dog hid the body in the Southern Song Dynasty imperial tomb with the golden cicada.

That is, this land full of fire is now the imperial tomb of the Southern Song Dynasty!

The corpse was originally left as a negotiation condition when the situation was most difficult.

Now that all plans have been implemented smoothly, it is almost time for that person to rest in peace.

As for handing over it... no one is that stupid!

At this moment, Hu Ming's confused eyes suddenly became a little annoyed. He patted his forehead and almost forgot something important!

Still as his palms turned over, Hu Ming took out one out of thin air...a rusty iron lump with a faint fragrance!

"This...isn't this the kind of iron figurine fragment we found in Bana Village?"

Wu Xie, who had just finished reading a letter left by Jie Lianhuan, originally wanted to sigh in a complicated mood, looked at what Hu Ming suddenly took out and asked in confusion.

"You don't understand... This is the last piece of the puzzle."

However, Hu Ming just smiled slightly, some things were too sensitive and there was no need to explain them.

The treasure sword emerged out of thin air, peeling off the iron sheet with superb skills without hurting the already dead flesh and blood tissue inside.

Due to special anti-corrosion measures, although the flesh and blood inside has long been stiff, there is no trace of rot.

Hu Mingxin threw this piece of flesh and blood into the increasingly fierce sea of ​​fire.

This was found by Hu Ming, the old man who was forced to confess his words and deeds before leaving, in the deep mountains.

This is an iron figurine that Panma stole when Jie Jiuye’s team left.

As for Pan Ma's fate... Before Wu Erbai left, he solved the guy with his own hands.

After all, the archaeological teams killed by the lake by the Nianpanma are all the younger generation from Jiumen!

Although those people have been brainwashed and serve "him", even if they clean up the portal, it is not this outsider's turn to do it!

Things have come to this point and everything is over.

For Hu Ming, in a short period of time, except for the young man’s affairs, there is nothing else to pay attention to.

As for Wu Xie...

Digested and resolved the information left behind by chains, dealing with the mess left by Wu Sansheng, and even pursuing the boy's past will take a lot of his energy and time.

I think that for a long time in the future, Wu Xie will live a life of exhaustion and anxiety.

For a person, physical fatigue is far less than the heavy pressure on his mind.

The most tragic thing is that outsiders cannot help with things like heart knots, they can only rely on themselves.

Early the next morning, after the rare hangover Hu Ming woke up, he briefly explained the matter of Changsha City and took the first flight back to Sijiu City.

......

......

The peaceful days passed for a long time, and when Hu Ming met the young man again, it was already after the New Year.

This day is the fifteenth day of the New Year, and it is a good day.

In Hu Ming's residence, Yin Nanfeng, Hongxia and others had left, leaving space and time to the two who were silent.

Perhaps it was about to parting, the young man who never drank asked for a bottle of wine, frowned and took a sip.

Obviously, this guy doesn't like it.

"Why? Don't drink it if you can't drink it. It's just ten years. It's not a separation from life and death. Why are you doing so tragic?"

Seeing this, Hu Ming turned his eyes and said angrily.

"During this period, I have been staying in Modog, Western Xinjiang."

The guy talks himself very well in line with his personality, and simply tells his experiences during this period.

"Do you hide the sea flowers? I knew that you will definitely go back there after you recover your memory, and the most important woman in your life will be buried in the hide the sea flowers."

Hu Mingran was silent. He had read Tibetan flowers and knew that the place of Motuo was quite special for the young man.

On the northernmost side of Medog, on the border, deep in the Himalayas, there is a snow-capped mountain that is rarely visited.

The mountain is closed for at least half a year every year, and there is an ancient temple on the mountain.

The young man's biological mother died from the Tibetan sea flowers near this temple.

Hu Ming once visited there thousands of miles. To this day, three braziers are lit in the front yard of the temple, and there are sculptures in the back yard where the young man left.

Of course, this is another story. In the depths of the Himalayas, there are many secrets hidden on the side of Niboer.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! For example, another bronze giant door, such as the mysterious Kangbalo tribe.

Decades ago, some interesting stories happened there, and they were also huge stories to tell. For details, please see the Tibetan Sea Flower!

The guy just said it casually and did not mean to explain it in detail.

"Before I came, I've bid farewell to Fatty and Wu Xie. It's time for me to leave. Hu Ming, please send me a ride. In ten years, you still need to pick me up."

After a simple chat, after taking a look at the time, the guy stood up and sorted out his carry-on equipment.

"good!"

Hu Ming did not try to keep him, so he picked up the keys of the off-road vehicle he had prepared long ago......

Hu Ming felt more and more that he felt that he was a magical skill that was against the will of heaven!

In the morning, Hu Ming had a vague premonition that the young man would come to visit today, which made people prepare for a long journey early.

The two drove to the Changbai Mountains again, crossed the Erbai River, and came to Yingshan Village at the foot of the Changbai Mountains again.

Hu Ming and the young man are both skilled and brave, and the cruel environment here has a very little impact on the two.

They stored the car here and supplemented some daily necessities. After saying goodbye to his acquaintance, Shunzi, the two stepped into the Changbai Mountains.

When the two of them came to the bronze door in the cracked underground of the Three Saint Peak again, it was already three days later.

When the two of them came here, a crack had already opened in the bronze gate, and the team of ghost soldiers had been waiting in front of the gate for a long time.

The young man silently changed into ancient armor, with a black knife hanging around his waist, and dragged the token ghost seal in his hand, and walked into the specially reserved position in the team.

"This time, won't you come in together?"

The captain of the Yin soldiers looked at Hu Ming sitting on the steps with a little curiosity on his stiff cheeks and asked in ancient language.

"No, I knew what I wanted to know a year ago, and there was no need to go in again."

"In ten years, I will come here again to pick me up and witness your...Guixu."

Hu Ming lit a cigarette, spit out a sip of mist mixed with the mist, and shook his head.

It is worth mentioning that Hu Ming also answered in ancient languages ​​with strange pronunciations.

After all, Hu Ming stayed in it for half a year, and the language used for communication in it was all this ancient language. No matter how poor Hu Ming's language talent was, under the influence of this general environment, he could learn this language very well.

"good!"

The Yin soldiers captain did not say anything more and led the team into the darkness inside the bronze gate in one step.

Before leaving, the young man smiled slightly at Hu Ming who was waving goodbye, and finally stepped into the world inside.

The strange fog began to dissipate, the ancient horn sound stopped, and the bronze door slowly closed with the shocking friction sound, and the world inside the door was separated from the outside world again.

Everything returned to peace, and the ancient and mysterious bronze door seemed to have never been opened.

Hu Ming sat there and smoked countless cigarettes. When the sound of wings flapping in his ears was already faintly heard, he stood up.

"Okay, I'm over twenty years old, why are you still shy like a little girl? Do you still have this kind of emotion?"

"It's getting late. My eldest nephew, it's time for us to go back. We'll come here to pick up the guy in ten years."

Hu Ming slowly walked to the crack when he left, and this time he came in, patted Wu Xie's shoulders quietly following him, hiding in the shadows.

Wu Xie's tracking skills are undoubtedly not up to standard, and Hu Ming and the young man have long discovered his traces.

Along the way, if it weren't for the help of the two of them from time to time, Wu Xie's situation would have been left as a popsicle in the snow-capped mountains.

"For you, uncle, and people like Man Youbo, ten years are insignificant, and for ordinary people like me, it is not an ordinary long!"

After calming down, Wu Xie took a last look at the closed bronze door and followed Hu Ming's footsteps and left here.

"Zhang Qiling, see you ten years later!"
Chapter completed!