The rain was heavy, and the dark green raincoat on the muffled oil bottle reflected lightning. He looked noisy and cold, and he almost got a kitchen knife. After seeing it clearly, the fat man wiped his face and scolded: "Dad is scared to death, brother, can't you buy a cute one?"

I dragged the fat man up from the ground and asked Man Oil Bottle: "Why are you here?"

The fat man said "tsk" and said to me: "That's your fat man, I'm wise. I've detained him in Nanjing. It's not as pretentious as you. I just performed it for you, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly."

I glared at the fat man, thinking that there was nothing to do. The fat man said to the man, "Damn, this fight is broken and small, and it's still haunted inside. This ghost knows naive, and always calls his name, it's so lewd. What do you think, why don't we go back and shit on its head?"

As soon as we finished speaking, we heard another sound of thunder coming in the forest aside: "Wu~Xie~Wu~Xie~Wu~Xie~" The fat man looked at the oil bottle: "Fuck, I'm out, have you brought me something?"

The oil bottle removed the backpack from behind, and it was full of our equipment. He threw it to Fatty and I. When the thing started, the fat man's spirit was immediately different. He took out his old engineer shovel and saw that the bushes in the woods next to him were about to fight. He saw an old man coming out of it. It turned out to be Old Jin. When Lao Jin saw the fat man, he immediately shrank back and cursed: "Fatty, are you crazy? Why do you have to fight and kill as soon as you meet?"

The fat man pulled him out of the bush and scolded, "Why the hell are you here? I said why was the scream just now so lewd? It turns out that it was you, the grandson. It's okay, there are many graves here, so I buried you."

Jin Wantang wiped the water from his face and immediately smiled and said, "Fat Master has something to say. The third master owes me money. The third master took the floor back again. I lost both sides. You have all reopened. I must count one of my shares. I have to share the things."

"Who said we are here to open the door?" I looked at Jin Wantang, and Jin Wantang immediately looked at the fat man. The fat man suddenly felt embarrassed and scolded in an artificial manner: "Shut up, we are good people now. Do you know what it means to be good? You just care about your own chastity!"

I saw the fat man's expression and Jin Wantang's appearance, and guessed what was going on. I waved my hand and said, "You two fools don't act anymore, and I will settle the score with you again. Let's do the serious business. The rain is so heavy, and I will be flooded after the fight."

This must be because Fatty and Jin Wantang had a private communication. The man Yuping arrived here so soon, and it would be impossible without their news and arrangements. Fatty must have told Jin Wantang that we had opened again and asked him to ship the goods along our hall, but he didn't expect that Jin Wantang would come with him. This was a waste of time and it took more than a day or two. He didn't care about this kind of ragged chastity, and probably no one wanted it.

But it is undeniable that this has relieved my siege. If the oil bottle does not come, I don’t know what to do next.

The group returned to the thief hole and took off their raincoats. Water had begun to accumulate here. The silence of the thief hole was looked at the top of the thief hole and stroked it with their fingers. The top of the thief hole was actually dry. It seems that Yang Daguang's family had done waterproofing. When they entered the tomb, Jin Wantang was disappointed: "My third master, this is a 'half-built nest'. You are an old man, you will also capsize in the gutter. Why did you drive such a bucket? It would be nice if you don't give it to you. This kind of thing is not made of paper. You can't open it even if you want to."

Fatty and I took off our wet clothes. I asked Jin Wantang to look at the murals.

Half-bedroom refers to the tombs of old rich families who are very, very close to the age of time. They were usually built before and after liberation. The tombs were large but there was almost no valuable thing in them. Most of the burial objects were silverware and relatively new. They could only be taken back to molten bricks and sold to jewelry stores. If you open such a fight, it would be embarrassing to be in this industry, which means you have no vision at all.

Mon Oil Bottle looked around, then looked at the dog hole we dug on the ground, and then looked at me.

I nodded and admitted: "I have the only way."

He looked up and swept around the top of the tomb, then touched the cracks with his fingers. Suddenly, he elbowed, broke a brick, reached in and pulled it out. We heard a series of machine springs coming from the wall. The fat man immediately went up and pushed the wall. The wall rotated directly, revealing the secret room behind. Jin Wantang exclaimed.

When we went in, the fat man looked at the Mercury Bottle expectingly, hoping that he could find some new secret room. Mercury Bottle looked at the deep well at the bottom of the sarcophagus.

We waited quietly. The thunder sounded outside, turning into countless whispering sounds echoing in the tomb. The muffled oil bottle also showed a strange expression. The fat man and I were relieved, and we were confused when we saw him.

At this time, Jin Wantang suddenly called us over. He was almost looking at the mural and said to me: "Everyone, this is so awesome. These things do not belong here. They were moved from other tombs. They seem to be related to Thunder God."

"A fool can see it." I said, "Speak something I don't know."

"Then do you see which tomb these murals come from, who is the owner of that tomb, and what does it have to do with Lei Gong?" Jin Wantang lit a cigarette and said disdainfully, "Or do you know where this tomb is?"

Fatty and I looked at each other and saw Jin Wantang’s arrogant look, and we knew that he, an old peddler, must have discovered something. Fatty went over: "Old Jin, if you are talking nonsense, I don’t know which tomb these murals come from, but I know which tomb you will bury in."

Jin Wantang smiled and said, "I tell you, it's amazing. If I guess well these murals come from a very strange king's tomb."

I was stunned for a moment, and Jin Wantang continued, "You must have never heard of this king, because there is no in history books. This king was made up by a group of alchemists and was related to thunder." He spat out a mouthful of cigarettes, "Do you know who an emperor related to thunder?"

"Hamlet?" asked the fat man.

"Have you heard the legend of Tianmu chasing the clouds?" Jin Wantang ignored him and said to me.
Chapter completed!