Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

Huba and the other two walked out of the store in a daze, holding the scroll and the mutton-fat jade pendant hidden in the box.

When the three of them came to their senses, they had already returned home.

"Mr. Hu, Mr. Fatty, Ms. Yang, what explosive news have you heard?"

A man with gold teeth walked in from the door and looked at Huba and the other two sitting on the stone bench in a daze. When the man got closer, he saw a scroll and a wooden box on the table.

"Wow! Master Hu, where did you get this? It's top quality!"

"Mr. Jin! Where are you from?"

After hearing the voice, Wang Kaixuan reacted and saw who was coming.

"Fatty, what's going on with you guys?"

Mr. Jin looked at the three people sitting in a circle.

"Mr. Jin, do you know Wanchong Mountain?" Huba thought that Mr. Jin was a native of Yanjing, and must be more familiar with the situation in this city than they were.

"Wow! This is the most powerful person in Yanjing. That's it!" Mr. Jin gave a thumbs up.

"What's going on, Master Hu, have you met someone from Wan Chong Shan?"

"Today I met a young master who went to the desert with me last time. We were looking for clues this morning and we ran into him on the street. Who knew he was the young master of Wanchongshan?"

Huba briefly talked about what happened today.

"Then Mr. Hu, you guys are on board a big ship."

"Anyone with a little power and money in this city knows Wan Chong Shan. He is the most powerful person. It is said that Wan Chong Shan has existed since the Zhou Dynasty and is a large family that has been passed down for thousands of years."

Hubayi was a little confused, "Da Zhou?"

"Oh, so their family must be very rich!" The fat man's eyes lit up when he heard the name Da Zhou.

"It's not about whether they have money or not, but they have been around for so long that they have some personal connections that can be said to be spread all over the country, or even the world."

"Hey Mr. Jin, whether he has money and power or not, we'll talk about it later. What I care about now is whether this thing is real." The fat man is now concerned about the scroll on the table.

"What is this?" Grandpa Jin asked as he took the scroll and opened it.

When Mr. Jin opened the scroll, he saw a woman wearing gold and silver and holding a blindfold that looked like an eyeball. Behind her was not a peach tree or a pear tree, but a big black hole.

"What is this? She doesn't look like a woman from the Central Plains! She looks like someone from the Western Regions."

Mr. Jin frowned and looked at the people who were looking at him.

"Master Jin, this is the Queen of Jingjue! She was once the ruler of the Western Regions and is also the home of the Ghost Cave Clan that Xue Li and her people are cursed by."

"Uncle Hu, you are joking! The Western Regions are also divided into regions, and the costumes in each region are different. This is clearly the costume of the Tibetans. Look here." Uncle Jin said with a smile, and pointed to a piece of clothing for Huba to see.

Hubayi and Yang Xueli took a closer look and found that the clothes were indeed different from those they had seen in the Taklamakan Desert.

"What's going on? Mr. Jin, I'm a little confused by what you said." Fatty Wang is a simple-minded person. When he suddenly heard such a profound thing, he was confused for a moment. But when he saw Hubayi and Yang Xueli had expressions that showed they understood everything, he scratched his head.

"Fatty, I told you to come with me more often to collect things. This will also help enrich your head that is filled with money."

"No wonder Mr. Hua said he was from Kunlun. This is not the same person."

"I might know something about Kunlun." A trace of sadness flashed in Hubayi's eyes.

"Old Hu, do you know?"

"This story starts from the year when I was B. That year, I went to patrol the mountains with my squad leader and others. When the car was halfway there, we suddenly hit something. One of my brothers went down to check, but who knew..." Hubayi suddenly fell into memories.

The weather was fine that day, but halfway through the journey it started to snow. They were singing military songs, talking and laughing, when they heard a bang and the car suddenly stopped. Through the gap in the truck bed they saw Xiao Li, who was driving, and Xiao Wang, who was the co-pilot, get off.

There was a half-man-high stone on the ground, covered with snow, and snowflakes were floating in the sky. Xiao Li didn't see it clearly and bumped into it. He thought it was okay, but this was the beginning of a nightmare.

He was sitting at the back and was very young, so he was treated like a child by the people in the team.

They saw Xiao Li reaching out and grabbing something in the truck bed, and he was laughing and saying that he had a childish nature. He had not seen enough snowflakes after being here for so long, and now he wanted to catch some.

Little did they know that it was the last time they saw Xiao Li clearly. Xiao Li just clenched his hands, and the next second a ball of blue flames began to spread from his tightly clenched hands to his entire body. In the blink of an eye, a living person was reduced to a handful of white ash, which was blown away by the wind.

The next second, many blue dots suddenly flew out of the big hole and headed towards them.

The squad leader and his teammates raised their guns and fired back but it was of no use. Instead, his teammates were killed one after another by the blue dots.

Finally, he was pushed into the driver's seat by the captain, who told him not to look back no matter what happened. The captain took something out of his arms and slapped it on his chest, then slammed the door shut and rushed towards the blue dot with something in his hand.

At that moment, his chest seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and the invisible pressure made it hard for him to breathe. His two legs, as soft as noodles, were unable to step on the accelerator, but there was a force in his heart that urged him to leave here quickly.

Just like that, when Huba returned to the camp again, he fell off the car, and before the people who came to pick him up could ask him questions, he had already fainted on the ground in a state of unconsciousness.

When he woke up again, a week had passed.

Hubayi also developed a mental illness called PDSD during that incident. Later, he beat German for some reason, and was sent back home.

As someone who slept in the same room with Huba, Wang Kaixuan knew that whenever it was time to get his salary, he would stay awake until dawn that night.

"Old Hu! Don't think too much about it. This has already happened, and you have been doing this for so many years. Although human life is priceless, you have to stand up, otherwise how can you protect other people's families!" The fat man patted Hubayi's shoulder and persuaded him.

"The distance between the Queen of the Western Regions and Kunlun is tens of thousands of miles. How could there be two people who look so similar, both holding the Phoenix Gallbladder and blindfolded?" Grandpa Jin couldn't understand the connection.

"No matter what, we have to go to Kunlun Mountain, but Mr. Jin, I'll have to trouble you to prepare the logistics for us."

Mr. Jin patted his chest, coughed twice, and raised his thumbs. "Leave it to me!"

In the next few days, Huba and his three companions prepared all the equipment for climbing the snow mountain, except for the ginger, which they had not bought. Later, they found out that it was bought by a businessman from Hong Kong and Taiwan, who was also going to Kunlun Snow Mountain.

Finally, Hubayi and his friends agreed to the merchant's request. However, Hubayi did not go with them, saying that he knew someone there who could lead the way for them.

Hubayi and Yang Xueli went to the Qing Province Plateau together, and the fat man followed the businessman directly to the foot of the snow-capped mountains.