Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

Where is the Zhuchen Pearl?

Chang Zhengyang didn't know, but even so, Lao Hu was satisfied.

At least Chang Zhengyang helped them confirm the most crucial information, that the Zhuchen Pearl was real and was not something that the Banshan lineage imagined in order to solve the strange blood disease.

"Historically, Emperor Wu of Han once asked the King of Dian for the Zhuchen Pearl. Later, this rare pearl should have been taken into the tomb of Emperor Wu of Han as a burial object."

After Shirley Yang came out of the study, she listened to Lao Hu's retelling. She was surprised and mentioned the mystery of the whereabouts of the Zhuchen Pearl in history.

She looked at Chang Zhengyang and said, "Professor, the history books record that Maoling was looted by the Red Eyebrow Army, but the Zhuchen Pearl never appeared again. My grandfather and my ancestors have always suspected that the Zhuchen Pearl was collected by someone and taken into the tomb. However, the Banshan clan has been searching for it for more than 2,000 years, but still can't find it. I think it will be difficult for Lao Hu and I to find it, so I implore you to think of other ways to help Tutu."

"Shirley, don't be willful!"

Lao Hu reached out and grabbed Shirley Yang's hand, then apologized to Chang Zhengyang: "Boss, Shirley is just doing this for the child..."

"It's okay. It's human nature to love one's son. Let me go to the ghost cave again and use the remains of the ancient snake to calculate the approximate location of the Zhuchen Pearl."

"Really? Thank you so much!"

The couple bowed to Chang Zhengyang excitedly, and the other party raised his hand and pressed their shoulders.

"Alright, we are all brothers, it's just a small matter, there's no need."

……

In the Taklimakan Desert in April, the daytime temperature has reached over 15 degrees Celsius, and the occasional wind indicates that this dry desert has entered the windy season.

A helicopter cut through the sky, stirring up a large amount of yellow sand, and hovered above the sand dunes. Chang Zhengyang opened the cabin door and jumped down. His windbreaker fluttered, and the whole person landed steadily on the sand dune like a big bird.

Lao Hu and his friends didn't have that ability, so they threw down the ropes and descended obediently.

When everyone got off, the helicopter quickly rose and left.

"Why did you guys follow me? I was back in two hours by myself."

Lao Hu pulled his calf out of the sand and chuckled, "We just want to see the world with you, Boss."

Shirley Yang came over from behind and helped Lao Hu brush off the yellow sand beside him.

"Professor, I'm a contributing photographer for National Geographic Magazine. I've been to many places that are rarely visited. I definitely won't lag behind."

"Okay, okay, Mount Zagrama is in that direction, um, about 60 kilometers. Let's try to get there before dawn."

Chang Zhengyang identified the direction and walked towards the northwest. Lao Hu and Shirley Yang looked at each other, tightened the straps of their backpacks, and hurriedly followed Chang Zhengyang.

"Boss, if Zaglama Mountain is a magnetic mountain, why has no one found this mountain and Jingjue Kingdom for hundreds of years?"

"That place has been buried by sandstorms. If someone hadn't told me the exact location, I wouldn't have thought that the mountain had been buried."

Old Hu asked curiously, "Is it the new eighth-level investigator in the bureau? Is she really the legendary Snake Mother?"

"You'll know when you see her later, follow her!"

Chang Zhengyang took a step forward, and Lao Hu and Shirley Yang followed closely behind him.

Walking in the desert is not as time-consuming and laborious as walking on a flat road. Moreover, the sixty kilometers in Chang Zhengyang is only the straight-line distance. The actual distance is much longer than that. Therefore, when the three of them arrived at their destination, it was already evening.

The setting sun in the sky dyed the entire desert golden red. Compared to the daytime, the temperature at this time was close to zero degrees.

"Phew, I'm so tired!"

Lao Hu and Shirley Yang collapsed on the sand dune in a very ungraceful manner, gasping for breath.

Both of them were skilled in martial arts and had great physical strength, but after trekking in the desert for six hours straight, covering a distance of nearly a hundred kilometers, they both felt that their bodies were about to fall apart.

Old Hu turned his head to glance at Chang Zhengyang who was standing on the sand dune. He was looking at the sunset in the sky with his hands behind his back, and his windbreaker was rustling in the evening breeze.

Comparing people to each other makes people angry!

Lao Hu struggled to sit up, took out the smokeless stove from his backpack, and started to boil water. Half an hour later, the three of them sat together drinking soup and eating big meat patties. At this time, there was only a trace of sunset light between heaven and earth, and darkness was about to fall completely.

"Under our feet is the ruins of the Jingjue Kingdom, and the ghost cave is right below it. You two should follow me closely and don't get lost."

"Boss, are we going to dig sand?"

Chang Zhengyang waved his hand and said, "No need. This mountain is connected in all directions. We can enter through the cracks in the mountain."

After the three of them finished dinner, the sun had completely set and the sky and the earth were in darkness. Lao Hu and the others turned on their flashlights and followed Chang Zhengyang. They walked around the area and found a crevice in the mountain from the exposed top of No. 04 hill and crawled into it.

The three of them went down, left, right, and up in the narrow crevice of the mountain. Lao Hu and the others followed Chang Zhengyang and at one point thought they had lost their way.

Until Chang Zhengyang's voice came from the front: "We're here, be careful with your steps, don't miss a step."

The strong light of the flashlight suddenly shone far away, and Lao Hu and the others were immediately cheered up and breathed a sigh of relief, finally they didn't have to go into the cave.

The two men stood cautiously on the stone platform, the flashlights constantly turning, and a huge underground cave gradually appeared in front of them.

Click, click...

Shirley Yang raised her camera and took several photos in succession.

"It's so spectacular! Is this the ancestral land of the Zagrama tribe? It's incredible! The miracle of nature is truly amazing!"

"Shirley, look there..."

Shirley Yang looked in the direction of Lao Hu's flashlight and immediately understood the huge stone platform not far below and the strange swaying flower on the platform.

"Is that the legendary corpse-scented konjac?"

The two looked at each other, quickly took out a glass bottle from their pockets, opened the cap, and applied some of the ointment under their noses.

A chill rushed straight to the top of their heads. When they looked at the corpse arum again, they felt that the flower no longer had the charm it had before.

“This thing is so scary!”

Old Hu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and he and Shirley Yang slowly moved up the nearby steps to the stone platform.

Chang Zhengyang was standing next to the corpse-scented amorphophallus at this time, stroking his chin, as if looking at something.

"Boss, what are you looking at?"

"The Queen of Jingjue, I always feel that Shirley Yang is a bit like her."

As Lao Hu was speaking, Chang Zhengyang looked over and saw a figure lying there, wrapped in vines.