Endless route

Chapter 112 19. Bloody evildoer

Zheng Yun followed the old man upstairs. There were many people lining up in the hall, but no one spoke. They seemed to not recognize the old man or know his identity.

"You kid, you actually turned the pawn shop into a hot pot restaurant some time ago. All the pawn shop files were deleted. How did you do it?"

The old man spoke with a vigorous pace.

“My family members are sick and need money urgently.”

Zheng Yun answered normally, neither humble nor arrogant.

He also found it quite strange that when his adoptive father passed away, he didn't see these 'acquaintances' showing up. After his adoptive father passed away, Jiang Meng was also sick and hospitalized. When he went out for a walk, he met a lot of 'acquaintances'. ’

Isn't this a joke?

Zheng Yun is also a human being, and it is impossible for him not to have any thoughts about these things. No one can escape.

"who?"

The old man asked.

"My sister."

Zheng Yun gave the answer, but it was because he wanted to understand the cause of Jiang Meng's illness, and it had nothing to do with other things.

"Are you okay now?" the old man asked again.

"I don't know the cause." Zheng Yun sighed.

"That's really troublesome." The old man said nothing and led Zheng Yun into an office.

The office environment is very good.

There are many ancient objects on display.

"There's something I need to show you. See if you can figure out what it is." The old man took out a bag of photos from the table and took Zheng Yun to sit on the sofa.

The photos are spread out one by one.

They are all photos of an ancient building. Each photo is from a different angle. The resolution is extremely clear and every detail is clear. It is obviously the work of a professional archaeological team.

Zheng Yun glanced at it.

This seems to be the ancient building Ji Dao talked about last night. It has gray bricks and tiles, gray wooden beams, tight and narrow brackets, and a strange upturned angle of the eaves, giving people a sense of oppression.

Because of the age.

The murals under the beams are blurry and have fallen off together with the wall coverings, but you can roughly see some painted figures, which seem to record scenes similar to sacrifices, and the lines are a bit evil.

In addition, this ancient building has eight sides, but the windows on the eight sides are all sealed, and the sizes are different. Looking at it as a whole, it has a weird feeling that it is pieced together from east to west.

"What do you think?"

The old man looked at Zheng Yun and asked.

"It should be an ancient building from the early Ming Dynasty, after Chen Zuyi's old nest and before the Ming Dynasty took over."

Zheng Yun casually replied that this was what Jidao said, and he copied it directly because he had a similar view.

"Do you know how long this time will last?" The old man nodded and suddenly asked a question.

"Nearly two hundred years ago, after this place was granted to the feudal king, the feudal king also did not take over the place. It was probably around 1600 that the new feudal king officially took over."

Zheng Yun immediately replied.

This was Nobito's blind spot. He only read ancient books. The ancient books said that this place was granted to the feudal lord. He could finish it with just one sentence and would not waste words on trivial matters.

So the discipline is unclear.

"This period was also the beginning of the great voyage of the West. Foreigners came to Xian'en. Do you know this part?" The old man continued to ask, as if he was deliberately testing Zheng Yun.

"Know something." Zheng Yun did not answer.

His adoptive father had told him all these things. Although they were not locals, they lived here after all. If they just walked around the streets, they would have a lot to talk about.

"Then take a look at this. Do you have any opinions?" The old man took out a few more photos.

This part of the photo is a bit weird. They are those people wearing construction site clothes, but they died like mummies. They were all skin and bones, and their skin was cyanotic and bloodless.

This is even more miserable than what Ji Dao described.

Zheng Yun frowned and looked at it, just to satisfy his curiosity and did not take the initiative to answer because he really had no idea.

He had not been in contact with gods and ghosts for long, how could he tell the truth at a glance? There were so many weird things in the world, it was too difficult, even if Ji Dao came, it would be difficult.

"Have you ever heard of blood minions?" the old man asked again.

"Which chang?" Zheng Yun asked instinctively.

"Haha, you kid, you are just like your father in being sloppy. When I came to your father for archaeological matters in the past, your father would pretend to be dumbfounded in a serious manner, but he couldn't suppress his curiosity and followed him to have a look every time."

The old man suddenly changed his tone and joked.

"Are you friends with my father?" Zheng Yun asked politely.

"No, we are hostile, but we can't live without him. He always said that the first few severe blows hurt him too much, but I was surprised. Did we hit him? Can we hit him? Okay, why are you hurt?"

The old man picked up the tea cup and looked at Zheng Yun. This sentence seemed to be pointing to a lot of things, but it didn't go into detail.

Zheng Yun roughly understood.

The word "crack down hard" has many meanings. Zheng Yun didn't know much about that era, but if he wanted to fight against feudal superstition, gods, ghosts and metaphysics, Zheng Yun would definitely support it and completely understand it.

I just agreed yesterday.

Change your tune immediately today.

Then this character is a bit broken.

But to be honest, he didn't want something like this to hit him on the head. Although his adoptive father had passed away, Zheng Yun was still lucky that he was not hit or could not be hit.

Of course, it's possible that he didn't want to hit it.

From what the old man said, there should be many kinds of them. If you can't hit them no matter what, you don't want to hit them.

"It's easy to find a pawn shop's certificate. You can register it today. It's also easy to find a specially approved museum. You can take the opportunity to take a photo of the exhibits and register them in a book."

The old man changed the subject.

Zheng Yun is not a stupid person. He can completely understand the implicit meaning of these two sentences. Doing special things is to win over and favor, and if a favor is borrowed, it must be returned.

"My father has taken pictures of albums?"

Zheng Yun asked along the topic, but he still had to be wary. These people were all old foxes. They might dig a hole for young people like him to jump into.

"Haha, no, your father's museum doesn't have a single exhibit. Do you think there can be such a museum in the world?" The old man put down his teacup with a smile.

Zheng Yun's face darkened.

Sure enough, it was a trick. If I hadn't asked so carefully, I might have been stupid enough to report the fake ghost seal, the imperial crown and the long sword in the dragon-patterned blood coffin.

No need.

Just leave it in the secret realm.

It's true to say that he still doesn't know how many good things his adoptive father hid and kept there. Even his own son doesn't know about it. Who else in the world can know?

"What do you think about this? There are rumors that blood is the cause." The old man looked at Zheng Yun's expression and spoke calmly.

After going around in circles, to put it bluntly, I still wanted to go over and have a look. These few words inserted in the middle were a direct force of favor, making it impossible to refuse.

"I don't know your last name yet."

Zheng Yun looked around and asked.

"Xu Yu." The old man lowered his head and searched on the table. He pulled out a yellowed business card from the glass interlayer of the tea table mat, put it on the table and said with a smile: "I haven't given anyone a business card for a long time. It seems that now It’s not popular anymore.”

Zheng Yun slapped his mouth.

This senior is really powerful. Every word he speaks can bring out favors, overtly or covertly, as if he is honored to receive his business card.

Look down.

The business card is clean.

Not even a job title was written.

Just two lines:

【Bureau of Cultural Relics】

【Xu Yu】

But not writing anything makes people more cautious and can't help but make some guesses.