Urban Hidden Dragon

The swallow's mouth opened, and he couldn't help himself in surprise.

But Ximen Doudou quickly regained his normalcy and worked as Wang Han's minion all year round. He knew Wang Han's methods and was not surprised by anything Wang Han did.

Yanzi was different. She couldn't imagine that the person who was with the yellow fat rat could be so defiant.

After a few people played for a while, someone in costume stood in the distance and threw various candies and snacks down. The villagers below were grabbing them.

Wang Han also joined in the fun and grabbed some.

Next, there were lion and dragon dancers performing in front.

It is very attractive to watch. There are only a thousand men, women and children in Shoulong Village, but today's temple fair plus people from other places, there are more than people. The village is very lively, filling the place with water.

While everyone was watching, they heard a crazy voice coming from the front.

"Rolling Daoqi! Good luck to the world!"

I saw a figure rushing in from the crowd, blending into the dragon and lion dance team, snatching the dragon ball from the dragon dance's hand, and running crazy at the front waving the dragon ball in his hand.

The professional actors were stunned for a moment.

Then several people were separated to grab the dragon ball. Unexpectedly, the old Taoist priest was as slippery as a loach. The few people were stunned and failed to catch the old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest jumped up and down.

After hearing the news, the village chief Zhang Quanliang rushed over and pointed at the old Taoist priest, "Quickly go and take this madman away! Don't let others laugh at us in Shoulong Village!"

Several young people rushed over to catch the old Taoist priest. Unexpectedly, the old Taoist priest quickly ran to a telephone pole. Seeing several young people rushing over, the old Taoist priest hugged the telephone pole and climbed up directly.

Many people were stunned by this scene. Professionals could only wear suitable pedals if they wanted to climb up the telegraph pole.

But the old Taoist priest actually climbed up with his bare hands.

"Danger! Come down!" Zhang Quanliang ran over and stood under the telephone pole and shouted.

The old Taoist priest Jinji stood alone on the top of the telephone pole, holding the dragon ball with one hand.

The crazy look gradually dissipated, replaced by a look of vicissitudes of life.

"Rolling Daoqi! Good luck to the world!"

No one knew what the old Taoist priest meant.

But anyone who has been near Shoulong Village knows that there is an old Taoist priest here who always says this.

Ximen Doudou asked Yanzi curiously, "What does this old Taoist mean?"

Yanzi shook his head, "I don't know. I heard from my grandma that the Taoist priest went crazy after he came out of the mine, and he kept saying this sentence! We don't know what it means."

Zhang Quanliang shouted from below, "Get down here!"

The old Taoist priest's slender face revealed endless sorrow and vicissitudes of life.

This time, the sounds that came out of his mouth were all quiet, and an indescribable sadness passed through his heart.

"Rolling Daoqi! Good luck to the world!"

The old Taoist priest bowed respectfully and bowed deeply in one direction.

"Get him off me!"

Zhang Quanliang asked someone to find a ladder and put it on the telephone pole to climb up.

But unexpectedly, the old Taoist priest jumped up, his toes touched the head of Zhang Quanliang who was climbing the ladder, and then his body landed lightly on the shoulders of an audience, stepping on the shoulders and heads of passers-by, and floated away.

This scene once again shocked the onlookers who came here.

The scene just now was too dreamy.

Zhang Quanliang came down from the ladder and sent people to arrest the old Taoist priest and have him locked up with Mr. Ma to prevent him from causing any trouble again.

Under Zhang Quanliang's signal.

It was lively down there again.

There were crowds of people, firecrackers were blasting, and gongs and drums were noisy.

Even people who are very close to each other have to speak loudly.

When Wang Han and Ximen Doudou were sitting side by side.

The yellow fat rat came over and said, "Master Jiu, Master Seven please come over."

Wang Han stood up.

Instead of going to the yard where Huang Wan lived, he went directly to the place where he dug the hole.

Huang Wan was watching the man frantically digging holes.

Wang Han glanced at the direction of the village. Zhang Quanliang made the village very noisy in order to highlight the excitement, but this gave Huang Wan the opportunity to dig holes here in broad daylight.

Before, I was afraid of disturbing the villagers at night, so I kept my voice very low, but now it's different. It's even noisier in the village than here, and you can't hear it from the other side of the hole.

Huang Wan took Wang Han and walked inside.

It is a hole that can only accommodate one person through.

Huang Wan walked in front, "According to this process, we can go in tonight." "

"Is there any movement over there, Little Incense Master?"

Wang Han shook his head, "Qiangren played mahjong for half the night last night, and then had barbecue."

Huang Wan lit a cigarette and said, "The little incense master will not sit still and wait for death. He must have thought of other ways."

"Where's the League of Legends?"

The yellow fat mouse adjusted his hair and said, "Nothing happened."

"We can't let those people come directly to plunder our achievements after we succeed, right?" Wang Han guessed.

Huang Wan shook his head, "Unlikely, they should find other methods."

"What about the matter I asked you to investigate?" Wang Han asked Huang Fat Shu.

Huang Fat Shu shook his hair and said, "I bought Zhang Quanliang's son with money, and his son told me that someone did secretly find Zhang Quanliang and gave him five hundred thousand.

But this is not the key. The person who secretly found Zhang Quanliang also found the old village chief who had the most say in the village. The old village chief was lying on the bed wearing a shroud and waiting to die. The people who came gave the old village chief to After being rescued, the old village chief changed his tone.

The old village chief talked it through to a few other people who had the right to speak. "

"It feels like this is Xiao Xiangzhu's method." Huang Wan thought for a moment.

The yellow fat mouse smiled and said, "Master Qi, don't feel it, this must be Xiao Xiangzhu's method."

"Then what is the purpose of Xiao Xiangzhu doing this?" Huang Wan asked again.

Wang Han seemed to have remembered something, tapped his temple, and went over everything.

"Brother Qi, someone came to Shoulong Village more than ten years ago and said that there was a mine in this place. I have seen the mine that was dug. It is exactly symmetrical with the hole we are digging now. How many people died in that mine? Person No. finally went crazy and an old Taoist priest, there must be something inside.

Zhang Quanliang let slip that he wanted to ask Mr. Ma about something, and Mr. Ma seemed to know some secrets in the mine.

Do you think the people who were mining back then had the same goal as we are doing now, but then they failed in vain? Xiao Xiangzhu and the others found out about the mine from Mr. Ma, could they start from that mine? , fighting for the same thing as us? "

Huang Wan held the cigarette butt, and thick smoke spurted out from his mouth and nose, forming a straight smoke arrow that was more than one meter long.

"This possibility is not ruled out!"

Wang Han held a cigarette in his mouth, "How about I take someone over to take a look?"

"Okay, be careful!"

Wang Han got out of the hole, took Ximen Doudou, walked around in a circle, and walked towards the filled mine.

According to the place pointed by Yanzi before, Wang Han found the old site of the mine.

There are trees planted in this place, and the grass is half as tall as a man, but you can still vaguely see the location of the previous mine.

The mine is still blocked.

Wang Han was walking around.

Suddenly, Wang Han squatted down and asked, "What's wrong, Ninth Brother?" Ximen Doudou saw this and came over.

Before Wang Han opened his mouth, a joyful voice came, "Is it you?"