Zhang Bei can be said to have reached the forefront of mankind in his inability to be a human being.

When Mr. He patiently guided the young lady, he didn't notice at all. The two of them were all staring at the meat during the fight!

Zhang Bei, who was full, rubbed his feet on the recliner for a while and then walked towards the room.

Due to the time difference, he probably would have to get up before dawn tomorrow to go to the airport.

The earliest plane arrived in Yanjing and could also have a lunch prepared by ancient media.

Perfect!

Time is like the meat of Mr. He’s dinner, and it always disappears without realizing it.

Early in the morning, Huang Yue yawned and parked his car at the door of the B&B.

Zhang Bei glanced at the night sky with the moonlight and starred in the passenger seat.

"Slowly open, it's time."

"good!"

When the car started, Zhang Bei also lowered his head and looked at what Colin sent him last night.

Now, the things in Changsangjun’s tomb have basically been taken out, so they thought about it carefully and did not go deeper.

After all, I have got all the things I deserve, so there is no need to disturb the bedroom after my death.

Tomb robbers mainly need valuable things.

In ancient tombs, the places where treasures were stored and coffins were placed were generally separated.

What the tomb robbers need is not the corpse of the tomb owner. Generally speaking, they take out a few items and then exit the tomb.

However, if it is some precious tombs, such as kings, princes and princes, people in the Nine Gate will definitely go into the main tomb room to take a look.

This type of existence usually brings the most precious things in his lifetime to the coffin together.

Most of the information Colin sent him was the route they planned, and now their group has left Lao Linzi.

But the road ahead became even more difficult, and the group of mercenaries were all reimbursed in the jungle.

Although the consortium will not make any big moves, it will not let them go back so easily.

After all, it is a big deal for them to kill Zhang Bei as soon as possible and invade the Chinese medicinal materials market.

Limited resources must be used in important places, and only some scraps of materials are used to deal with Colin.

But they are not Zhang Bei either. Now the security team cannot draw in large quantities of personnel.

Basically, the bodyguards who can come are all bodyguards. It can almost be said that they can only be safe by the successors of Wu'an.

But Colin is not a fool either. Before the jungle came out, he let the magic tricks and the thief take the lead.

And Colin's entire team of boxes were filled with stone and soil.

He didn't even report this to Zhang Bei, and only the successor of Wu'an knew about the entire team.

Zhang Bei finished reading the documents sent by Colin and sat in the passenger seat and smiled.

This action is indeed the right choice for Colin to go. Don’t even think about it. Since Colin went out, electronic devices such as mobile phones will be monitored 100%.

In this case, you have to contact yourself, and you will definitely have a perfect plan.

After touching his chin, Zhang Bei roughly estimated the time.

If it is fast, these people will be able to return to China in about ten days, and if it is slower, it will be almost half a month.

As long as I remain active in the country, the safety of Colin and his group can be guaranteed.

After reading the entire document, Zhang Bei chose to delete it and quietly waited for the car to drive to the destination.

At this time, the knife-maker was sitting in front of the living Buddha in Tibetan areas. The two old men, who were almost two hundred years old, were drinking tea without saying a word.

After a long time, the knife-maker couldn't help it.

"Bald, how sure are you?"

"Fifty percent, if you don't bet on this situation now, it will be gone."

The various schools of thought have been hiding for too long. Now there are only two or three big cats and kittens left.

The people who credit the knife are not much better. Although they are considering the general trend today, they must be careful in their birth in this era.

Even so far, some disciples have to rely on the relationships they left before to tell fortunes to others in order to live.

"Isn't Tibetan Buddhism very good? There is no need to be so anxious."

The Living Buddha sighed and looked at the night sky outside the window.

"The foundation of Tibetan Buddhism can only support my last reincarnation. If it fails, there will be no living Buddha in the world."

The man who credited the knife looked at the living Buddha for a long time and looked towards Xi'an.

"King of Qin, it's not a loss to be the emperor of the ages. The national fortune that has been around for nearly two thousand years has disappeared!"

The Living Buddha placed a piece of paper on the table and his tone became firmer.

"It has been passed down for so many years. If this is destroyed in our hands, it would be a sinner."

"This is the contact information of Fang Jing's family. Those things are coming back soon, and their people should move."

The hidden world can indeed be passed on and survived, but it consumes their accumulation over the years.

It’s okay for Jiuliu to say, after all, their skills can still be eaten even if they are a little bad.

But if many schools of thought are not contaminated with humanity, they will not be able to eat a single bite of food.

Back then, were they forced to accumulate some foundation for inheritance under pressure?

Although it failed in the end, in general, their inheritance continued.

The man who credited the knife looked at the contact information on the table, hesitated for a moment, and then began to calculate silently.

This is also an old problem for the knife credit man. When encountering things that he is interested in, he always wants to rely on metaphysics to investigate.

Even if I suffer a great loss, I still don’t have a memory. How many spiritual cards in the ancestral hall come from like this, but I still can’t help but let them die.

Fortunately, it has little to do with Zhang Bei this time, and the price paid without the interference of purple gas is within acceptable limits.

"Are they all mixed up now?"

"Otherwise, these medical families have developed themselves now, so naturally they don't know the Fang Jing family."

The man who credited the knife put away the contact information on the table and looked at the living Buddha with curiosity.

"When are you going to let the medical scholar come out?"

“The time has not come.”

The living Buddha looked at the knife-maker and showed a smile that he could not reveal.

"Grass, dead bald donkey!"

The man who credited the knife glanced at the Living Buddha fiercely, then turned his head and walked out the door.

Time is like the confession of a living Buddha, always disappearing without realizing it.

After a morning of bumpy ride, Zhang Bei finally arrived in the capital before lunch.

Li Yanghua turned on the double flash and greeted Zhang Bei who was walking out of the airport.

"Zhang Batou, here!"

Zhang Bei sat in the passenger seat with a backpack and a pale face.

"Cao, don't book me the ticket for Shanhang in the future."

Zhang Bei never expected that civil aviation would actually turn the plane into a fighter.
Chapter completed!