A person is alone in a confinement environment for a long time and cannot see the sun rise and set in the east and cannot distinguish the passage of time. This is a kind of destruction of the will.

After only three days, a hoarse growl came from the small room where the muscular man was imprisoned: "Let me out, I'll say!"

Chen Fu pretended not to hear it, and two days later, several people actually walked into the small room.

The man's face was no longer as unyielding as when he was just caught. His beard was slapped and his eyes were covered with bloodshot. The moment he looked up, he was stunned and stared at Jiang Mucang for a long time—

How does this person live a lifestyle that looks even more depressed than himself?

The system was entangled with nightmares for several days, and the dark circles of eyes did not disappear. Jiang Mucang lost weight all over, but he was sunny and radiant, and his eyes were as vivid as if he could speak.

The muscular man immediately had an assessment in his heart: the boss and his poor kids.

Try to rush to Chen Fu and show a friendly smile: "If you have something to do, please discuss it."

Chen Fu laughed, "That's not what you said a few days ago."

The muscular man had a bitter face: "I will cooperate." He was afraid that he would not believe it, so he repeated it twice in succession.

Chen Fu knocked on the side of the cup, and the noise was like the sound of nature in the muscular man's ears. After the long darkness, he finally felt that he was alive. His lips moved a few times, but he didn't know where to start.

Chen Fu gave a prompt word: "Geng Yun."

Hearing this, the muscular man showed disdain on his face: "That's a timid and useless rat."

Chen Fu: "How did you get in touch?"

Muscular man: "The ancestors were all servants who served the little prince, and they never had any contact for generations."

People in the past emphasized loyalty, but over the past few generations, these loyal servants only focused on treasures with unknown whereabouts.

He knew everything and did not act fearlessly, because his hands were tied, and he kept lowering his head and poking the chain around his neck with the tip of his chin.

Chen Fu took it down with a sense of understanding.

I haven't noticed this thing before. There is a jade sign under the thick gold chain, which looks completely the aesthetic of a nouveau riche.

After touching the fingertips, I could see the mystery soon. There was a layer in the middle of the jade that could be opened. Chen Fu used a little force to break it, and a drawing fell out of it, with sesame-sized words written on it. It was identified one by one with a magnifying glass, but it was not connected into a sentence.

"This is a text code, and it needs the parent to decipher it."

Chen Fu raised his eyes: "Where is the mother's mother?"

"Xinhua Dictionary."

“…”

According to the method he provided, it became smoother quickly, mainly recording the technique of using pottery figurines to revive the souls of humans. Chen Fu frowned: "What about the rest?"

Only half of the content was written on the paper.

Muscular Man: "I haven't studied it, but what you see now remains to be discussed."

Chen Fu looked at him with a smile. The muscular man felt a little guilty when he was looked at and his eyes dodged for a moment.

"With your temperament, I'm afraid I can't make such exquisite gadgets."

After saying that, he suddenly got up and prepared to pull up the curtains.

"Don't, I'll say!" said the muscular man quickly: "I have accomplices, and we all cooperate with each other. I am responsible for finding the real tomb of King Tang, and the other party will study these things."

Chen Fu subconsciously glanced at Jiang Mucang, who said haggardly: "King Tang was beheaded and displayed in public, and his body was thrown into a mass grave after his death."

The muscular man nodded: "It is said that an old minister of the previous dynasty secretly collected his bones and buried them. There are many statements in history books. The most widely accepted opinion is to be buried in Qian'an, which is now a scenic spot."

After saying too much, I felt a little thirsty, so the system went over and fed him saliva.

The muscular man stared at him affectionately, reluctant to look away: "Asan."

The system was about to open a response, but was interrupted by Chen Fu's sneer and walked back to his original position.

The muscular man sighed regretfully and continued: "In fact, the tomb of Tang Wang is just a tomb. According to the news from the family, Tang Wang's corpse was buried elsewhere."

Chen Fu put the map in front of him and untied the rope on his hand. The muscular man circled several places in the picture. "According to my guess, these six places are the most likely."

The system asked more: "Then why didn't you dig it open?"

The muscular man shook his head: "It's not easy to dig the soil, who knows what will happen? Besides, there is no real method of resurrection, and it's useless to have corpses."

Chen Fu's eyes moved, "No wonder you chose the terracotta figurines to resurrection."

The muscular man said embarrassedly: "The terracotta figurines are fragile. If the resurrected King Tang is too powerful to deal with, he can directly destroy the torso."

Chen Fu brought his laptop to him: "Contact your companion and ask him to meet..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw that the muscular man had already logged into his email address and wrote in the content that he had discovered the real Tang Wangling and asked when he would meet.

Chen Fu raised his eyebrows... so good at it?

The muscular man said with a deep face: "Of course we have to be together when we are in trouble."

The system gave a thumbs up: "I admire you."

The email was quickly responded, and the people there seemed to be very excited and sent out a string of exclamation marks, saying that they would come to Qian'an to meet in the next two days.

Jiang Mucang made a baby and was responsible for looking at the muscular man. This time he used a bed sheet to tie the body. He was particularly big. Not to mention the muscular man, Chen Fu and the system felt a bit cunning.

The doorbell rang unexpectedly, and the system looked at it, "Do we have any acquaintances here? Who will come here?"

Chen Fu smiled and said, "Maybe it's your old lover."

The system immediately hid behind him.

Chen Fu went over and opened the door, and came in with the lunch box: "It's the takeaway I ordered before."

The system was relieved and took it out one by one, and it was still steaming. "Why are it all soup?"

Chen Fuxiong seemed to look at Jiang Mucang accidentally: "For replenishing one's body."

Jiang Mucang silently took out the spoon, took a few sips and asked, "Is there a chance to start over?"

Shen Fu back and smiled.

The last bit of hope in Jiang Mucang's eyes was shattered.

The system's curiosity was aroused and he asked Chen Fu in a low voice: "What did he do?"

Chen Fu was not embarrassed at all, and he briefly said: "I took off my clothes, and he felt that I was hot, so he opened the window to ventilate."

The black-framed glasses were almost shocked, and the system looked at Jiang Mucang incredibly, who was already dead.

The muscular man's accomplice was very active. He said that it was two days later, and he took the train overnight to Qian'an and asked about the meeting place.

Chen Fu stood next to the muscular man: "Just make an appointment here."

The muscular man rubbed his hands excitedly: "I understand, I'll catch a turtle in the jar."

Obviously, I am very excited about the upcoming unlucky person like me.

In order to celebrate the progress, the system personally cooked eight dishes and one soup. The muscular man shouted again and again. Chen Fu was annoyed and stuffed a strip of cloth to stop him from calling.

As the food was served, before I could turn on my chopsticks, the sound of footsteps coming upstairs reached everyone's ears. Chen Fu stood up and stood by the door, almost opening the doorbell when it rang.

The person outside the door trembled, stunned, and rubbed his eyes unwillingly—

This man actually looks the same as the terracotta figurine!

Chen Fuze narrowed his eyes, smiled and clapped his hands, saying, "Where will we meet in life?"

Hearing a familiar voice, the visitor didn't care about trembling, and connected it with someone in his mind, came to a terrifying conclusion, and smiled weakly, "I'll let it go..."

It took a long time to intermittently, and before the last two words were finished, Chen Fu pulled into the house.

Jiang Mucang also showed a hint of interest in his eyes after seeing the person clearly.

Zhao Ran almost had the urge to kneel down and shouted in her heart that what Tai Sui had committed this year.

On weekdays, everyone contacted each other by email. After seeing Zhao Ran, the muscular man was a little unbelievable. In the online chat, Zhao Ran created a tattooed man. At this moment, he turned out to be a young man with beautiful eyes.

"The Wolf of the Northwest?"

With the sound coming from behind, Zhao Ran turned his head and looked at Chen Fu.

"I'm a desert rose."

Zhao Ran's heart skipped a beat, and her fingers trembled at Chen Fu: "All this is your trap. First, he pretended to let the tiger go back to the mountain, and then pretended to be a beauty fishing online..."

Unable to interrupt others, Zhao Ran was completely trapped in the conspiracy theory he created.

Let him talk to himself, Shen Fu touched his chin, feeling that the decision to release him was a bit rash.

After thinking about it carefully, after the fall of Zhao State, a princess married the royal family of Yuan State, and some went to Tang State. Zhao Ran, as a descendant of the Zhao family, is likely to know some secrets.

"Old ancestor." Zhao Ran called Jiang Mucang pitifully.

Jiang Mucang: "Maybe your ancestor is King Tang."

Zhao Ran shook his head violently and made a gesture of insisting on the green mountains and not relaxing.

Chen Fu ignored his miserable behavior: "You know what I'm going to ask."

Zhao Ran glared at the muscular man fiercely, leaning against the wall like a wilted bud: "The method of resurrection."

Chen Fu nodded with satisfaction.
To be continued...