I took a car and went straight to the express delivery company. After wrapping it up layer by layer, I mailed the can of old salt to Captain Huang, and then sent him a message asking him to help me keep it properly and pick it up when I go back.

To conquer the Tai Sui of Panshan, you need three things in total: two-headed snake, old salt, and golden lotus dirt.

Li Mazi stayed in Chengdu and it was only a matter of time before he got the golden lotus dirt. Lao Yan had already obtained it just now, and there was only snake venom left, but I had no clue at the moment.

After leaving the express delivery company, I randomly picked a small street shop and ordered a special snack of mutton soup and steamed buns in Xi'an. While eating, I looked at my phone.

There are still no valuable clues in the circle, but many people are actively looking for me, and some even paid a high price of 500,000 yuan per clue!

It seems that these people in the Xi'an venue wanted to curry favor with me and did it purposely.

I sent a message: "Thank you for your help. Lao Yan has found it, but now it's only a two-headed snake. If the information is reliable, I will bid 2 million."

As soon as the news was sent, a large amount of congratulations appeared.

I have never seen most of the names of them before, they should be the guys in the venue yesterday.

I was too lazy to read it anymore, so I turned off my phone and started to eat with peace of mind.

After filling my stomach, I was wandering aimlessly on the street. Suddenly I saw a banner hanging on the street and was immediately shocked by the content on it.

The content on the banner is nothing special, it just says the sale with tears, and there are only five days left!

Today is the 18th day of the lunar calendar, and there are only five days left before the ultimatum issued by the disciples of Death.

While I was stunned, a Uyghur child with deep eyes and high nose bridge ran to me, and said in a not-so-skilled Chinese style, "This is for you." As he said that, he shook the envelope in my hand at me.

When I saw that there were three words written on the envelope: Zhang Jiulin.

Is this the message that someone conveyed to me?

Just as I was about to pick it up, the child shrank back and stretched out his other hand and said, "10 yuan!"

I pulled out a hundred yuan from my wallet and shook it. The child was very happy to come and get it.

I also pulled it back and said, "Tell me what the person who envelopes you, the money is yours."

"Miss, her hair is long and her eyes are big, and she is very beautiful!" The child gestured while describing it very hard.

Long hair and big eyes, was this the girl who was very similar to Yin Xinyue who delivered the Ultimate Death?

I was hesitating, but the child snatched the banknotes, threw them down the envelope and ran away, as if he was afraid that I would regret it.

I looked around and there was no one on the street paying attention to me, so I found a secluded place and opened the letter.

There is a photo.

The photo shows a snake, a two-headed snake, with its whole body green. Two triangular snake heads are one on the left and one on the right, spitting out snake letters, looking around very vigilantly. The scenery next to it is a piece of yellow sand. Because the scene is too close, it is impossible to tell where it is.

The camera has a time mark in the upper left corner of the photo, which was yesterday!

I looked back and looked at it, and there was a line of words written on it: Asil.

Asil, what does this mean?

A person or a place name?

I took out my cell phone in confusion and checked it. This is a township under Tacheng, Xinjiang, close to the Kazakhstan border.

Is this saying that someone found a two-headed snake there?

But who is this person? Why don’t you tell me directly? Instead, you use such a special and suspicious method.

Is this a trap? It was the trap that the disciples of the door gods specially prepared for me.

Believe it, or don't believe it?

Go, or not?

I hesitated while holding the envelope.

At this moment, I suddenly found that the envelope was covered with a postmark, but the set of zip codes looked very familiar: 15358

Well? Isn’t this the number that Gao Shenghan asked me to remember before leaving?

Could it be that he handed the letter to me?

I took out my mobile phone and checked the postal code of Tacheng area in Xinjiang, and it had no connection with this set of numbers at all.

It seems that this is definitely not accidental. Gao Shenghan must have done it. But even if he is not convenient to meet me directly, there should be countless ways to notify me. Why do he have to do it so mysteriously?

Although I can't guess the mysterious medicine he sold in this gourd, since it was the message that Gao Shenghan handed me over to me, I naturally had no worries.

I immediately took a taxi to the airport. With the experience of the last time, I stopped queuing at the security checkpoint this time, but walked directly into the guard room, took out the "special license" and handed it to the person with the highest rank.

The policeman took it in surprise and looked at it. Then he immediately stood up and pointed to the chair opposite him politely and said, "Please wait a moment." As he said that, he hurriedly took out his cell phone and walked out of the door.

It seems that he went there like a superior asking for instructions. After all, such documents are extremely rare and he has never seen them before, and he cannot tell the truth or false. It is a big deal to board the plane without inspection and boarding, and he cannot make the decision.

After a while, he returned: "Please come with me."

I followed him out. He walked a few steps and approached me in a low voice and asked in a low voice: "Leader, what instructions do you have?"

"I'm going to rush to Tacheng, Xinjiang. Please arrange the fastest flight for me."

"Okay!" As he said that, he led me through the special service channel, he took out the phone and called two times in a row.

One is to report to the superiors and request coordination, and the other is to call the airport navigation office and request cooperation.

Five minutes later, I was already on the plane, and it was a specially arranged first class!

This guy is not only much more mature and stable than the policeman at Datong Airport, but his work efficiency is also incomparable.

After getting off the plane and going for a few twists and turns, I finally arrived in Asil Township at around 3 pm the next day.

It is not much different from most towns in Xinjiang. There are few pedestrians and only a few shops on the street. The letter only guided me here, and did not tell me where I should go next or who I would go to.

At this moment, a motorcycle stopped in front of me.

The rider in the car lifted his helmet and showed a Uyghur man with a red face and deep eyes. He looked at me carefully a few times and asked with some confusion: "Dirty rescue?"

Seeing that I didn't understand, he said again seriously: "The mud shit is dirty and saves you?"

At this moment, I finally understood that he was asking me if it was Zhang Jiulin.

"Yes! I'm Zhang Jiulin."

Once confirmed, the man stopped talking nonsense and waved his hand to the back seat of the car, signaling me to sit on.

Since I have already come, I have nothing to be afraid of, so I just sat up.

The motorcycle drove forward quickly, and the road stone next to it was engraved with three numbers 789, which seemed to be the number of this path.

I originally wanted to ask him something, but this man never said a word and just increased his horsepower and ran all the way.

Xinjiang has a vast territory, and a small township may be much larger than the municipalities directly under the central government in other provinces.

I kept running for four or five hours, making my spine a little sore, and I was still holding my urine. I was about to tell him to stop and make it easier for me to stop first, but he suddenly braked.

Before I could ask anything, he pointed forward directly.

I looked in the direction he pointed at.

There were three or five camels lying not far ahead. There was an old Uyghur man with a white beard and a melon-shaped hat. He was leaning against the camel with his eyes half-squinted and smoking a cigarette pipe.

What does this mean?

Do you want me to transfer to a camel?

This guy couldn't ask anything, so I jumped down and saw that there was no one around, so I untied my belt and found some convenience. Then I strode towards the old man.
Chapter completed!