Tomb robber: Tuantuan, I am a national treasure!

"Woo!"

Jinnian felt the relatively cold fingers rubbing the soft flesh on both sides of her cheeks, and she hummed in dissatisfaction, protesting!

"There's no point in protesting. Stay away from it."

Jinnian puffed up his cheeks and tried to pry his hands away, but they were soft and puffed up like a piece of dough, not threatening at all.

"Did you hear that?"

Jinnian's puffy face was gently pinched, leaving a red mark. With the red mark, he reluctantly shouted "I know" like a little kitten.

Zhang Qishan pinched his cheeks, which felt nice to the touch, and said, "Are you still not happy? Fill your stomach first."

As he spoke, he took out a small box from somewhere, which contained various colorful packages.

"I specially asked someone to go out of town to buy it. Want to try it?"

Zhang Qishan made room for him, Jinnian rubbed his face, turned around and pulled Yin Xinyue over to sit over.

Zhang Qishan looked at the two people who were studying the small jar. He put on a coat and black gloves, and directly lifted up the soldier on the ground. He held his back with one hand and grabbed the mat on the ground with the other hand. He dragged the man away without any disgust.

The personal soldiers felt the turbulence, and they were neither awake nor awake. They could only silently reduce the area of ​​contact with the Buddha's body, for fear that the hair of the cricket pupae on their faces would touch the Buddha.

In fact, the hair had been frightened by Zhang Rishan, by Jinnian, and now by Zhang Qishan. It was almost dead, and was so listless that it had no mood to poke the personal soldiers. Even the hair that was trying to penetrate had stopped, sticking to the surface. It was not strong to begin with, and now it was even more listless and didn't want to move.

Zhang Qishan carried the people to the living room, leaving the two of them there to rest.

Almost as soon as the man was carried away, Er Yuehong and the personal soldiers who had taken him to get the materials came back.

As soon as Er Yuehong came over, he was told by the personal soldier guarding the door that Zhang Qishan had already taken his people to the living room.

He gently pushed the door open and saw Jinnian and Yin Xinyue sitting there quietly, discussing something with their heads down. When he got closer, he could see the box in front of the two people.

Er Yuehong was still holding something in his hand and couldn't free his hands. He moved a little closer and saw the box that Jinnian and Yin Xinyue were approaching. He discovered that it was the box that Zhang Qishan had placed next to it before. After opening it, he could see small packages of exquisite gadgets inside.

Er Yuehong didn't say a word. Seeing that Jinnian's attention was completely diverted, he turned and left. Only at the very end, before leaving, he coughed.

Seeing Jinnian looking at her with eyes wide open, Er Yuehong smiled and said, "Don't eat too much."

"Won't............"

Jinnian's face turned red, and he inexplicably remembered the time when he ate too much at the Xinyue Hotel. After thinking about it, he felt uncomfortable all over. He nodded and shook his head quickly.

Er Yuehong raised his eyebrows, asked the guards outside the door to keep an eye on the person, and followed the previous people to find Zhang Qishan.

Before leaving, I also asked Zhang Rishan.

"The adjutant hasn't come back yet?"

"Replying to Second Master, not yet."

The personal soldier stuttered a little. He had never been questioned by a big shot like the Second Master before. Although it had nothing to do with him directly, he still felt flattered.

"I'm back. Let him... Never mind. Just stay with them."

"Okay, okay!"

Er Yuehong took the prepared yellow talisman bag, called his personal soldiers to bring a bowl of water and went there.

When they arrived in the living room, the bodyguard was still lying on the mat.

"how's it going?"

When Zhang Qishan heard the question, he touched his chin, looked up and down at his personal soldiers, and read a document in his other hand.

"What should it be?"

"?"

Zhang Qishan kicked the mat with his foot. After a long time, he finally remembered the other person's name.

"Daniu, get up for a moment and let the Second Master heal you."

Er Yue's face was about to crack, and she looked at Zhang Qishan with disapproval.

Zhang Qishan's light tone made Er Yuehong look like some kind of quack doctor, who was often beaten and thought to be a liar.

"Let's start a fire."

"Okay, Master. It will be ready soon."

The bodyguard next to him was quite clever. He quickly took a brazier, placed it on a rack and started roasting the food. To avoid the smoke, he specially chose a place next to the aisle with an open window.

I don’t know what’s wrapped inside the yellow talisman, but as it burned, a strange fragrance wafted out. I couldn’t tell what the smell was, but after smelling it, I felt my body was unblocked.

A faint strange fragrance wafted in. Er Yuehong asked someone to lift the personal soldier on the mat and let him face the door. He went to see how the fire was burning.

"It still depends on the Second Master."

Zhang Qishan praised with a smile, Er Yuehong raised an eyebrow and asked why Zhang Rishan hadn't come back yet.

"Second Master, you care about my adjutant a lot? Why, are you impressed by my adjutant's............ability?"

Er Yuehong frowned, obviously not happy with such frivolous words.

"That thing is not simple, so it's better to be careful."

"Trust the adjutant, he'll be fine."

Zhang Rishan has followed him for so long and he knows his abilities best, so he is naturally not worried. The one he should be worried about is the hair monster on the opposite side.

Looking at Zhang Qishan's flamboyant face, Er Yuehong was in a trance for a moment, as if she saw her old self. The story of Zhang Dafoye saving Qi Tiezui was widely spread in Changsha City, and almost everyone knew about it. The sudden appearance of the big Buddha overnight was even more well-known, and that was how he got his name.

It's a pity that Er Yuehong has been with him for too long and doesn't admire him as much as people outside, but he still has the appreciation he deserves.

Seeing his long-lost, outward confidence was like seeing the most unbridled people of his time.

"Second Master, what's the matter? Are you interested in me too?"

Er Yuehong had been watching him pretending, and this sudden, witty remark almost made him unable to hold back. He frowned, glanced at the person, and left.

Zhang Qishan saw him turn around, bent his long legs, and sat on the sofa to read documents.

Er Yuehong waved his hand lightly, asking the personal soldiers who were burning the fire to move aside. He took the ashes from the burnt yellow talisman bag and added some unknown liquid into it.

The orange-yellow liquid mixed with the black ash from the burnt products turned into a viscous red liquid with some unevenly mixed black residue in it.

When Zhang Qishan stood up to drink tea, he suddenly saw what Er Yuehong was preparing, which looked like dark cuisine.

"Can I drink it?"

".................able"

Zhang Qishan put down the documents directly, came over, and looked him over inside and out: "Have I drunk it too?"

"........"

Er Yuehong glanced at him without saying anything. Zhang Qishan paused for a moment, looked at the soldiers behind him who were eager to know, turned around and left with the documents. He wanted to go to the dark room to get something.

When I went out, it was getting darker outside. The bright moon at night was covered by thick fog, leaving only the white moonlight, which was dim and pitiful.

Zhang Qishan was walking in his house, naturally he was not in a hurry at all. Although there was a "wanted criminal" outside, he was not panicked. He went to the dark room while no one was around. He wanted to get something to deal with the creature that was suspected to be from under the mine.

........................

The soldier on the ground was carefully helped up. His head was tightly covered by dense hair, and his face was almost invisible.

Er Yuehong frowned slightly, staring intently at the head of the personal soldier, with a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

Although there are things that can cure it, they are not 100% successful. Based on his observations, it should be fine, but you still need to be cautious.

He took a closer look, then turned to the guard next to him and said, "Come, grab his head and hold him steady."

The guard did as he was told and firmly grasped the man's head.

Er Yuehong picked up a whole bowl of sticky liquid and slowly walked to the front of his personal soldiers.

"Don't scream even if it hurts. Keep your mouth shut. Remember, you can breathe."

Er Yuehong's voice was steady and firm. Although the soldier was filled with fear, he still did as he was told. Knowing that he would die if he didn't obey, he was absolutely obedient.

Just as he prepared himself mentally, he felt a stream of icy cold liquid pouring down and sliding across his face.

The feeling was like an ice cube on his face, which brought a brief relief. The pain like needles pricking his face was reduced, and he was happy. He had been enduring the tingling pain like needles for a long time and even wondered if he would be disfigured.

No, he hasn’t married yet!!!

However, he felt a little better now, and just as he was about to rejoice, it was not over yet. Before he could even enjoy this moment of coolness, he suddenly felt an unexpected burning sensation on his face.

A burning sensation came over him instantly, as if countless fire snakes were licking his skin frantically. He couldn't understand why something that was cool and comfortable just now became so painful in an instant. The pain came like a tide, and he felt as if his face was about to be torn apart. Every inch of his skin was suffering.

Even if the Buddha scolded them, he never scolded them like this! It would cost lives. Woo woo ...

He almost cried out in pain, but remembering Er Yuehong's words, the soldier clenched his teeth tightly and dared not open his mouth.

Although his breathing was unobstructed, the burning pain was so real that he felt the hair on his face being plucked out one by one, and then boiling hot water was poured on his face to wash it. The pain was like being in hell, his soul was being burned, and he felt like he could even sell his soul.

I have never felt such pain in my life. This feeling is not much better than that of the brother who lost his hand...

From the perspective of Er Yuehong and the others, the moment the blood-brown liquid smeared on it, the soldier on the mat suddenly began to twitch violently. His body kept shaking, and he was struggling desperately like a dying fish trapped on the shore.

Another soldier beside Er Yuehong quickly helped to hold the man down, and Er Yuehong also held him down hard to ensure that he would not break free.

At this moment, the thick hair wrapped around the soldier's face seemed to be burning, emitting a faint red light. The hair seemed to have life, twisting in pain, trying to escape.

It was originally indifferent, but suddenly, when it was about to be pulled out, it seemed to suddenly wake up and want to survive. In the struggle, in order to avoid being "burned", it began to go deeper into the face of the bodyguard, drilling into it through the tiny pores, as if it regarded this place as its only refuge, and was about to pierce the person like a sieve.

But there was nothing he could do. His hair hurt, and so did his soldiers. He was indeed very weak, but was he going to keep his hair on his face forever? There was no guarantee that his hair would come back to life one day. If that happened, he would not even know how he died.

As time went by, the hair became thinner and thinner, making a sizzling sound, as if it was being devoured by invisible flames.

Until finally, only a few thin strands of hair were left stuck on his face, tangled and struggling, like a dying animal, clinging tightly and refusing to leave easily.

The personal soldiers had received special training from the Buddha, and he actually endured it without saying a word. However, only the personal soldiers who held him down and Er Yuehong knew how difficult this process was. Their arms were numb from the effort, but they still did not dare to relax at all. If they did not do it well, not only would the personal soldiers suffer, but also the personal soldiers.