But Peanut was there today, and he didn't express anything at that time. It felt like he didn't care about these things... In this way, it means that Peanut regarded these people as outsiders.

Having said that, Dad is like this. I think even if he is still hiding something, it should be just some trivial issues. These words he said tonight are almost his last words. To this extent, I feel that I You should give up.

Seeing Dad like that, I comforted him, "Don't worry too much. We have Qin Feng and Er Lengzi along the way, and Peanut is still here. If there is nothing we can do, Fatty can also block two swords for you." He is thick-skinned and will definitely be fine with a few cuts. Besides, who are you..."

My father was so happy with me that the father and son stopped talking about these things. We drank until two o'clock in the morning and then we went back to the hotel to sleep.

I woke up before 9 a.m. the next day. I woke up from the heat. When I sat up, I found that I was sweating profusely. The climate in this place is really strange. It was obviously autumn, and I could still see snow-capped mountains in the distance. During the day, it was ridiculously hot.

After I came out of the shower, Fatty and Peanut came to visit me not long after. When I saw that they were quite thickly dressed, I couldn't help but say, "Are you trying to suppress prickly heat or cover your sweat to lose weight?"

The fat man threw himself on my bed and said, "You know what the hell, the sun here is very poisonous. We foreigners, if we don't wrap up tightly, our skin will definitely bloom."

I was noncommittal and asked Peanut: "We are leaving tomorrow. What are we doing today?"

Peanut turned on the TV, and we couldn't understand what was playing on it. Peanut looked at the TV screen and said absently: "The main thing is to rest, and also, it's time to look at the map."

"That's right." The fat man answered, "Miss, it would be better for you to speak up about this matter."

I thought about it carefully and couldn't help but find it quite interesting. Although I am also a member of the Yuan family, in the eyes of Peanut and Fatty, I am with them, while Dad, Qin Feng and Erlunzi are much more distant. It seems that, The so-called divisions of power and political groups in the world may have been formed in this way from the beginning.

Maybe gradually, I will rely on Dad less and less.

We drank a lot last night, and Dad probably hadn't woken up so soon, so the three of us went downstairs and ran out to have breakfast.

The shop we went to was still open last night and was busy selling breakfast. The boss had taken a break and was replaced by the landlady.

The three of them ordered some local snacks and started talking again. I was a little excited at first, and told them about the things I had done in Shanxi with embarrassment, but when I mentioned Yao Hui later, my heart changed. It sank.

"Where is that old thief Sima from?"

A few minutes after I finished speaking, Peanut suddenly asked this question.

"Ah, where are you from?" I was a little dazed, with ghee in my mouth still stuffed with naan bread, so I squeaked, "Uh-huh, I've never asked about this, why do you ask?"

"It's okay, just ask." Peanut said with a smile, "Be careful not to choke."

Gee, you're talking about Peanut, isn't his tone obviously coaxing a child? But there's nothing I can do about him. The fat man put down the milk tea, rubbed it around his teeth with his tongue and said, "This kind of thing , you ask me."

"Oh, you know?" Peanut's expression seemed casual, but I still felt that he cared a little too much about the old thief Sima.

"Of course, everyone in this field knows that old thief Sima is a monster. If you ask him where his ancestral home is, no one will know. But everyone says that the old guy made his home in an ancient tomb. You

If you want to find him, go to Douli in the western Hunan area and maybe you can have a cup of tea at his house."

"Living in an ancient tomb?" I swallowed the buttered naan with all my strength, "Then he is really not a human being?"

Peanut said: "It's not as weird as you think. The so-called 'half-life' is actually no different from a living person. He just used some special methods to gather corpse energy on himself. Under normal circumstances, a slightly heavier corpse energy will kill people."

The surname is life, so the old thief Sima's body must be very strong and has been transformed using some ancient methods. As long as it is handled properly, his lifespan will be much longer than that of ordinary people. However, there are some things that ordinary people have that half-lifers don't have.

"

"Oh..." The fat man nodded, "No wonder some people say that the old guy lived for more than a hundred years. Hey, brother, isn't it true that even half a lifetime of people can't be tough..."

"Can you think of something else?" I glared at the fat man, then looked at Peanut, "What about the 'living dead'? I heard my father say that pure living dead are all born. But they are born

I know it’s a stillbirth, but this born zombie, tsk, isn’t it a bit much?”

Even now, maybe I still can't accept the fact that Yao Hui is a zombie.

Peanut said I didn’t need to know so much. After saying that, he walked out of the store, looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, and started smoking.

Staring at Peanut's back, I thought he must have a lot of things in mind about this trip. To this day, we still don't know which dynasty's tomb the Snow Forbidden City is. We only know that it is a national cemetery.

Buried inside may be everything from that country.

The fat man suddenly pushed me gently. When I asked him what he was doing, the fat man whispered: "You just asked that question. It's not that it's hard for me to say it, but I think you might feel uncomfortable after saying it."

"What's wrong with me?" I rolled my eyes as I said this, "Why, you know?"

The fat man had an expression that said, "I know half of it in heaven, and everything on earth." "You just said that it is normal for a baby to die here, but it is absolutely impossible to give birth to a zombie. If you want that child to be born,

'Corpse', then there is only one possibility, that is, the child's mother or father must be a zongzi."

When I heard this, I almost overturned the milk tea bowl in front of me. But when I thought about it carefully, it was just what the fat man said.

He continued: "This is what I heard. You may not encounter a living dead in hundreds of years. The key difficulty is that the zongzi is a dead person, and the dead cannot have fertility.

If you want it to happen, it would be against the will of heaven, so under natural conditions, it is impossible for the living dead to appear. The parents of the woman you just mentioned may have been prepared by your Yuan family a long time ago.

The stuff is too sinister and cannot be seen in the light."

My eyelids jumped. Could it be that Yao Hui's appearance was not a coincidence, and even her birth was created by her father and the others.

"These things are nothing new." The fat man lit up a cigarette, "You want to dig out the wealth of all the tomb robbers. The level of sensationalism is definitely no less than that of alien creatures."

All of a sudden, I couldn't eat this breakfast again. But that incident has passed, and no matter what my father has done, it doesn't matter to me anymore. Except for Yao Hui's face that makes people infinitely pitiful, I don't care about it anymore.

I don't want to remember anything either.

You say Taxkorgan is a city, but after walking around, I feel that it is more like a hub. The natural scenery of the Western Regions and human civilization mark the boundary here, the wind blowing through the Kunlun Mountains, and the honking of cars on the road.

The flute, the whiteness hidden by the snow-capped mountains, and the Taji

The silver ring under Miss Ke's earlobe. Everything is so harmonious, even the heat and cold have disappeared here, as if this vast land can dissolve everything in the human heart, and what is left is only the feeling - a

A feeling where you don't have to feel anything.

When I returned to the hotel, my father had already gotten up. When I arrived at the door of his suite, I saw a stupid man with one arm bringing him a cup of milk tea. Qin Feng was standing aside, laying out the buttered naan bread and meat.

Son, wait quietly for dad to come over and eat.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." The fat man couldn't help but shake his head, "You said they are both thieves, how come there is such a big difference between special girls?"

I smiled bitterly, and then walked into the room. My father's room was the most spacious in the hotel, and it didn't feel crowded with six people in it.

Maybe it was because the theme of this day was rest, so Dad was more relaxed, asked us if we had eaten, and chatted with the fat man like we were at home.

Seeing that Dad had almost finished eating, the fat man turned around and winked at me. So, I asked Dad if I should take out the map and let everyone take a look.

This thing is really strange. No one in our country knows about the Fantasy Snow Forbidden City. There is actually a map of the Fantasy Snow Forbidden City hidden in the waterlog. That thing was given to me by Peanut. I don’t know if he really has it.

I’ve seen it, but I still deliberately concealed something.

"Yes." Maybe it was because he had a good time drinking with me last night, but my father was very happy today. After asking Qin Feng to close the doors and windows, he took out the wine bottle from under his pillow.

We couldn't help but gathered around. Dad looked at the five of us back and forth and then said to Peanut: "Do you know what's weird here?"

The fat man shook his face and said, "Mr. Yuan, please stop being so nagging. Let's just take a few glances to put our minds at ease."

Qin Feng suddenly pushed the fat man from behind, "Why are you so anxious? You think everyone is like you and there is no priority."

The fat man glared and was about to stand up. Dad quickly waved his hand to Qin Feng, and I quickly pulled the fat man back.

"What's wrong with you two being love rivals in your last life? Why do you get so angry as soon as you start talking? You're already in your thirties and you still need people to keep an eye on you?" I said.

After I finished speaking, both Fatty and Qin Feng were dumbfounded. Qin Feng stopped talking. Usually when I talk like this, Fatty would definitely get excited with me. But now both of them seemed to be calmed down by me.

No sound.

Hiss, I also feel that my own fire is a little weird.

I don’t know why, but Dad was looking at me in a daze, while Peanut on the side showed a weird smile... and looked at Dad.

"Uh, okay, let me just talk about it." Dad coughed twice, and everyone's attention was focused on his hands again.

Then, Dad said to Er Lengzi: "Where are the things I want you to prepare?"

"It's all done." After saying that, the idiot turned around and took out a kettle from the cabinet. As soon as the lid was unscrewed, we smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

Dad took the kettle, shook it, smelled it for a while, and then poured a little more into his hand.

When I looked down, I saw that the wine in the kettle was very strange. It looked like water, but when it got into my father's hands, it was like mercury, lumpy and slippery.

"Mr. Yuan, what kind of wine is this? Why have I never seen it before?" the fat man asked, apparently wanting to pay for it.

"This is made by blending deer oil and Wuliangye. You can't drink it. But if any of you are injured in the future, using this wine to treat the wound will definitely be better than alcohol." Dad smiled.

I snorted, "Dad, who still has time to find deer oil when they are injured? Please tell me what this has to do with the map."

Dad probably wanted to show off to us, but when I said that, he was naturally disappointed. Then, he asked the second fool to close the curtains, and the room suddenly became dark.

My father put all the other things on the table on the floor, then opened the rusty stainless steel wine jug and poured the deer oil wine into it. When it was full and overflowing, my father was still pouring it in.

After a while, the ground was full of wine. But Dad still kept going, bit by bit, the water line kept getting into the wine bottle.

The fat man whispered in my ear: "Does your old man have trouble with his eyesight? How about we remind him?"

After the fat man finished speaking, Dad spoke.

"The map is inside. Don't let the wine get into the air, otherwise the map will be destroyed." As he said, Dad continued to pour wine into it, "This is a technical job, and the timing must be just right. Hey, hey, you have it.

Don’t you feel any difference?”

I was stunned and looked around, nothing had changed...

"It's cold."

Qin Feng, Er Lunzi and Fatty all said in unison, while Peanut was silent.

"Yeah." Dad nodded.

Damn it, are you bullying me for being slow to react? But when I felt carefully, eh, the room was really cold. At this time, Dad suddenly stopped, then put down the kettle, and put the wine bottle in his other hand.
To be continued...