(Thanks to the book friend 1405o...Uh, brother, change your name, there will be benefits in the future)

"One person? He is too awesome." I whispered in a low voice.

"Of course, this is the background of the Li family. The most difficult thing to deal with today is Li Lao San. He will definitely attack the master later." Qin Feng finished speaking, and made a look of waiting and watching.

I recovered and then noticed the situation in the main hall.

This main hall is similar to the one we rested, but it is bigger and more grand.

There is a yellow cloth incense table in the middle of the main hall, but there is no shrine on the incense table, just a few fruit plates, an incense burner in the middle, with thirteen incense sticks on it.

There was a large wooden chair in front of the incense table. I don’t know what it was carved from wood. It was old, light red, and gray. The chair was carved with birds with a kind of ferocious shape, a bit like a crow, but it wasn’t, and it looked a little cautious.

There were six chairs on both sides of the main hall, and the first chair on the left was empty, and then four old men sat there. The first old man wore a pair of sunglasses and leaned on a small bamboo stick in his hand. Although his face was clean, his complexion was a little dark, and he felt like he was dead. He sat there and didn't even move.

Behind him was a woman whose age was not obvious, and she was about twenty-seven years old. She was dressed very coldly and had a lifeless expression.

The second old man and the third one looked more normal. The two of them first got up and politely asked my father, and then sat down and talked and laughed. But there were the most friends behind them, each with seven or eight, all standing against the back wall.

The fourth old man had a little long beard and his hair was loose. If it weren't for his red Tai Chi costume, I would have thought he had gone to the wrong door for begging. The man's face was full of moles and all kinds of things. When my father came in, he was like the old guy who was like a corpse, without even raising his eyes. He was drinking tea there by himself.

My eyes turned behind him, wanting to see how many friends the old man has brought. When I saw it, I was so scared that I shivered. The one standing behind him was actually a thin coffin.

The second-handed man from the Liu family told me quietly behind his back: "Don't worry, that man is called 'Manlang Dad'. The coffin behind him is not a dead person, but his son. His son has a strange disease and has been kept in the coffin since he was a child, and he has taken him wherever he goes."

I thought this was strange enough, but when I looked to the right, it was really nothing when I came wearing a coffin.

On the third chair, there was a fat middle-aged man sitting in a suit that was obviously not very fit. It was nothing to dress up, but behind him was a black donkey, and he was still alive. And look at the people around him, tall, short, fat, thin, men, women, and young. Moreover, everyone was not wearing the same level at all, some were wearing suits and tie, flip flops, small vests, and straw hats... Hey, don't mention how ugly it is.

I couldn't help but look at my father and thought to myself, do people in your field have to be so alternative?

But it won't take long to know that the people who can walk into this main hall are all very capable, including the black donkey... except me.

My father sat on the first chair on the right and stood back. I moved straight to the left, trying to stay away from the black donkey, worried that it would be a little better.

I can't see anything special about the Li family Sanlang now. After everyone was done, he ignored it and kept looking at the watch.

"Sanlang, aren't all the people who should come? The others should be busy." Dad said softly. His words were already like Li Sanlang's suggestion, "I already know who you can invite today."

Li Sanlang turned his head and smiled at my father, "It's almost the same, I just don't know if I can wait for one more. We haven't been together for a long time. It's not easy this time. If you can have one more, just one more."

When Li Sanlang spoke, he spoke very slowly, but for some reason, as soon as he opened his mouth, I unconsciously focused on him.

"Sima Old Thief," said the old father Manlang, looking at the cup of tea, "Hmph, too, the boss hasn't come. We're not starting now, but I don't know how Sanlang, you found him. I haven't heard from him for more than ten years. I thought he was dead and suddenly jumped out." At this point, he raised his eyes and looked at my father, "Hiss... do you think he is dead or alive?"

My father had no sound, and I don’t know why. When he mentioned the Sima thief, everyone here, except for the old man and the corpse maid behind him, started talking.

The one who reacted the most was the second uncle. His face became extremely ugly and he kept winking at his father.

I thought to myself, why does the name "Sima Laozi" sound so familiar? As soon as I thought about it, half of the lanterns in the main hall were destroyed.

The room suddenly became much darker, and then a sound of "ringing" at the door came into my ears. When I heard this, I was shocked. Then I cursed myself in my heart, thinking that I didn't remember to tell my father about this before.

When I turned my head and saw the big black umbrella full of bells, the old man with smooth hair under the umbrella, who was already walking inside.

The only man holding an umbrella was following behind him. When my eyelids shook, I recognized the old man who was appearing at the door of the middle-aged woman's house.

As soon as the old thief Sima entered the house, everyone calmed down. Everyone's eyes moved with him, and they all reached the chair in front of the incense table.

Without saying a word, Sima Laozhe sat down in that position. Then, seven or eight guys stood beside him. These people just entered the house without knowing it, then wiped out the lanterns, waiting for Sima Laozhe to come in.

I found that everyone was looking at Sima Laozi's face like me, as if this was the first time they saw him.

When I was confused, I saw the Li Jiasanlang smile slightly, as if he was deliberately leaving time for everyone to observe slowly.

After sitting down, the person next to Sima Laozi put away his umbrella and slowly retreated to the back. At this time, Li Sanlang shouted loudly: "Qi, Mr. Sima, haha, let's start..."

After he finished speaking, the whole hall almost fell into a dead silence. Everyone was waiting, and I felt uneasy. I couldn't help but feel that the weird people I met last night might be a dangerous signal.

Thirteen Roads.

In the tomb robbery industry, a well-known faction is also the oldest and most complete tomb robbery group that has been preserved so far.

No matter what you steal, as long as you are a thief, you will definitely not have a long-term good life. Therefore, many tomb robbers gathered together in the past, hoping to get more protection and benefits.

However, the reason why the Thirteenth Road has been able to survive for four hundred years of ups and downs has survived to this day is precisely because the interior is completely "a scattered sand".

Unless there are very important reasons, the people from the Thirteenth Route will gather together, otherwise it would not be a rare thing to stay in the Thirteenth Route without having to interact for thirty or fifty years.

Because of the scatteredness on the surface, the Thirteenth Route did not attract the wind like the "Waibaxing" and "Lao Jiumen". During the turbulent years, they almost did not suffer much impact.

However, scattering is just the superficial situation of the Thirteen Routes. The tacit understanding between the Thirteen families is very deep in the mainland. There are many transit points between them that you can't even imagine.

If a family is impacted by the outside world, these transit points will quickly pass the message to others. There is no need for any discussion, and other families will naturally send assistance. Whether it is people or money, these transit points can always be taken to the hands of that family without knowing it.

Of course, this approach is limited to the family when it is in a catastrophe. The other problems are never dealing with each other. This is actually a kind of trust accumulated over a long period of time. There will never be any such thing as grabbing territory or business between them.

That's why my father took the rules so important and came to Shanxi even if he took risks.

Inside the Thirteenth Road, there is no difference between big and small. The so-called boss is just a honorary position. The real difference is actually divided into two parts, north and south according to geographical location.

The old men sitting on the left side of the main hall today are both from the northerners, while the father and the middle-aged man in suit belong to the south. But in fact, these thirteen families will not have geographical differences. Instead, they are close and have a bad relationship. For example, the two old guys opposite, who have a lot of guys, look good with the father.

"There are not so many rules on the Thirteenth Road. Li Sanlang, let's talk about it." Sima Laozi's voice was very different from what he gave me. It was a bit sharp. Although his voice was quite bright, he basically didn't talk much.

Li Sanlang paced slowly and said with a smile: "Yes, haha, then don't blame me, the junior, for being straightforward." He glanced back and forth at everyone, and his eyes finally fell on my father. "I believe everyone knows that the boss of the Yuan family has got something recently. What is that, everyone here should know. I am a clumsy person and have few good things, so I invited everyone to come here to ask Master Yuan Liu to take out the things and open my eyes."

"Yes, Yuan Liu, such a rare thing as the blue blood dragon pattern, you can't even be reluctant to show it to us, right?" said Mr. Manlang's father.

After he finished speaking, the middle-aged man in a suit looked at us with interest and smiled, expressing his agreement.

"You can't say that." The old man who came to the table said, "The things were taken out by others. Do you have to take them out for everyone to see? You have to see what they think. Although Thirteenth Routes has rules for Thirteenth Routes, haha, but how well Yuan Liu has been doing in recent years, we can't force them, don't you think so?"

He turned to look at another old man, and the two of them smiled at each other.

Hey, dad, I just thought that these two people were good to my dad, but I didn’t expect that they would even sarcastically mock my dad. What he meant was that if my dad didn’t take it out, it would be right to the rules of Thirteen Routes.

"Brother Fox is right." Li Sanlang immediately responded, "I heard that the Yuan family's power has expanded abroad over the years. It is not certain whether Master Yuan Liu gives us this face. So, I think our thirteenth journey will be disbanded. It is unruly and can make people laugh at it."

Li Sanlang said this a bit ruthlessly, meaning that Yuan Long, if you don’t take out the things today, then you are not from our Thirteenth Routes. Since you are not a group, no one will stop the people here even if they rob them openly.

But in fact, this situation was expected early in the morning. Next, it depends on what my father said.

Everyone looked at my dad. He lit a cigarette and stood up.

"Mr. Sima, Grandpa Guizhu, Brother Zhang San, Brother Fox, Daddy of the Barbarian Wolf, and Brother Zeng's eldest brother, there is a saying that I, Yuan Long, must first explain it to you. It is true that the Yuan family is from the Thirteenth Route, and all the most powerful things must be divided into one. This is a rule that has been passed down for four hundred years, and I know it. However, when our Yuan family began to explore the whereabouts of the blue blood dragon pattern, my father asked several people here for help, but the few people couldn't help but fail to come and even put my father in the process. Therefore, the rules are required, but I'm afraid they can't fit into this matter."

I felt aroused in my heart and wondered if there was any hidden secrets about this matter.

"Hmph, Yuan Liu, is your father not telling you the matter clearly, or is it you talking lies here with your eyes open?" Mr. Manlang said with an unhappy expression, "When your father was going to find the Blue Blood Dragon Pattern, we advised him not to go, and we didn't think about what time it was. If he had caused any trouble, the rest of us would probably have to be implicated. But your father not only kept admonishing us, but also cooperated with others. As a thirteenth person, can you stand by and watch?"

At this time, the old man named Zhang San Ge also spoke. "Yes, Yuan Liu, we only dealt with those people at that time. Your father, what about him?"

After they finished speaking, I saw that my second uncle's face turned red. I guess the matter here was definitely not what they said. Grandpa must have been harmed by these people back then.

But there is one thing that cannot be denied, that is, they did not kill grandpa, so the second uncle had no room for argument.

Suddenly, a faint voice came from the room: "It's not that it's not that it's not that you're not going to do anything, but you just don't have the chance to kill the old man of the Yuan family."

When I saw that the person who spoke was the old guy like a corpse. Hey, I really didn't expect that at this time, he actually helped my father.

As soon as he said that, Fox Qiu, Zhang San and the Manlang Dad looked a little ugly.

"The Yuan family, there are experts to protect them. They were anxious to find the blue blood dragon pattern back then. There must be reasons we don't know. Why do you want the blue blood dragon pattern? Humph, just us? Not to mention a blue blood dragon pattern, even if we have all the maps of mountains and rivers, there will be no changes in our thirteen roads. I want to know more... Yuan Liu, why do you want the maps of mountains and rivers?"

After the old man finished speaking, his father's face changed significantly.

This old guy seemed to know more than others, and this problem obviously made my father embarrassed.

My father was still very calm, "Which family doesn't have their own secrets? Grandpa Guizhu, I don't need to say these."

"No need." Grandpa Guizhu nodded, "Then take out the things and let us take them into details."

I couldn't help but sweat on my forehead. The people present were indeed all aimed at the blue blood dragon pattern. My father was completely isolated by others. I really don't think that in this case, my father had any other solutions.

Grandpa Guizhu said everyone's purpose, and everyone then stared at Grandpa and waited for him to express his opinion.

"Hi." Dad sighed slightly, "Since that's the case, I can only follow the rules."

As soon as the dazzling appearance came out, the fox fur and Zhang San's faces were immediately filled with joy. The father of Manlang smiled and said, "That's right, there will be no disputes like this."

Li Sanlang also smiled. "Then please ask Master Yuan Liu to take out the blue blood dragon pattern."

My father looked at Li Sanlang and smiled, "Stop kidding, how could I hand over the things?"

The father of Manlang then slapped the table, stood up and shouted, "Yuan Liu, are you kidding us, right?"

It seems that among these people, the worst father of Manlang has the most temper. No one else said anything, especially Li Sanlang. He seemed to have expected what his father would do, with a smile on his face.

"I'm so old, why are you angry?" The middle-aged man who had not spoken and said, holding a tea bowl, "I haven't heard Yuan Liu say it, can you follow the rules?"

"Rules?" Mr. Manlang said angrily, "If you follow the rules, then he should take the things..."

At this point, Mr. Manlang's face suddenly changed, and then he looked at my father with a daze.

"Yuan Liu, you, you are not talking about the rules, right?" A terrified expression appeared on Manlang's face. "Stop talking nonsense."

"Rules are rules. If you think it's nonsense, I think it's all right today." My father didn't look at him at all when he spoke.

"you......"

"Barwolf." Sima Laozi said, "Shut up. Since you are from the Thirteenth Route, you have to think more carefully than others. The rules are never in vain. Since you are here, can't you even consider this little thing?"

"This little thing?" For some reason, Man Lang's face became very ugly, and even cold sweat began to appear on his forehead. The others, unified, no longer looked at him.

The man wolf suddenly became angry again, "Li Sanlang, okay, you fucked me to collect the number of people, you, you..."

"Don't say that I seem to be slandering you. Since you also want the blue blood dragon pattern, you have to show some real skills. Humph, I'm old, I can't even think about these things, I can only blame you." As he said that, Li Sanlang laughed at Manlang again, "Besides, have you brought one here too?"

The barbarian wolf shivered and looked at the thin coffin behind him.

While they were talking, I secretly asked my second uncle, "What are the rules that my father is talking about?"
Chapter completed!