The other party was a woman, and her voice was not as sweet as that of the tea-selling ones. She had a very clear and straightforward voice.

"Oh." Wang Lang only replied.

"Mr. Wang, this is how you have time? Let's check the will and hand over the property. You need to sign it here." The man said.

Wang Lang thought for a while, "It should be in two days, there should be no hurry, right?"

The other party was stunned for a long time before speaking, "Don't worry, but if Mr. Wang has time, it's better to do it as soon as possible. After all, there are still many work procedures for handing over property."

"Do you have to go by myself?" Wang Lang asked again.

"You must go by yourself." The other party said patiently.

"How much does this cost?" Wang Lang continued to ask.

"It's equivalent to 670 million." The other party spoke.

Wang Lang muttered, "This is not much money."

“???”

"One other day, I'll look for you if you have time. Is this your mobile phone number?" Wang Lang drove the car.

"Yes, my name is Zhang Rui. You can contact me anytime during the day." The other party said.

"Okay." After saying that, Wang Lang died.

Huang Feifu next to him glanced at Wang Lang, "Is it a matter of heritage?"

Wang Lang nodded casually.

"You said, why are the fates of this person and his people different? They are all called human things. Why are some people poor all their lives, while others have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives and even rich enough to compete with the country?" Huang Feishu asked.

"Rely on yourself." Wang Lang said.

"Nonsense." Huang Feishi, one of the few words, said back to Wang Lang.

"If you want me to tell me, it depends on your fate. If a person's life is better, he will be smooth and will not have to worry about food and clothing. Some people's lives are bad, and any bloody things will happen to him. Just like you, you have been destined to be the Black Dragon King of the Dragon Gate from birth, * is different. Who can blame those who are lower than you? Blame your parents?

Do you have to blame your parents? Then, they go up from generation to generation? They blame the black smoke in the ancestral tomb. The ancestors in the ancestral tomb ran out and yelled at the dynasty that Lao Mou had nothing to do with me, and then blamed Nuwa for the wrong way when he created him?" Huang Feishi said.

"Old Huang, have you read too many jokes these days? Why have you become so humorous?" Wang Lang grinned.

"Fate, lose it! It's said that fate is in your own hands, it's pure nonsense! It can only be said that fate is controlled by the shareholding system, whether the decision is in your own hands or whether the person is hard or not." Huang Feishu spoke again.

"What's wrong? Why are you still sighing?" Wang Lang threw a cigarette at Huang Feishi.

Huang Feishi lit a cigarette, "Every time I bury people, I will think about something. In addition, I am older and have more ideas. You are still young and you can't understand it. After a few years, you will know that life is passing too fast every year. I was a young man with beautiful eyes, and in a blink of an eye, I have become an old thing with corpse spots on my body."

"I really don't have a shame." Wang Lang cursed with a smile.

Huang Feishu suddenly changed the topic, "Have you given up looking for Huangfu Ji?"

This sentence made Wang Lang silent for a long time, "We all feel that he is not dead, but we can't find him. It's been more than ten years. If he could come back, he would have been back. I didn't know how big the world is, how small a person is. No one can know better than me what it means to find a needle in a haystack."

Huang Feishi took a sip of cigarette. "Your master suddenly disappeared back then. Many people said he was dead. Shi Ling and Cao Qiufeng and others said he was dead, and they buried him with their own hands. But what happened later? The pit was Cao Qiufeng's wife. Your master was not dead at all, his whereabouts were unknown, and he had no news. It has become a major mystery in the world. To this day, many people are still guessing where your master has gone."

Wang Lang didn't say anything and smoked.

Huang Feishi glanced at Wang Lang, "I have been underground many times over the years. I have a guess about your master's whereabouts, do you want to listen?"

"Are you talking about the ancient city of Loulan?" Wang Lang smiled.

Huang Feishu smiled, "Loulan Ancient City is just one possibility, but there is another possibility."

"What's the possibility?" Wang Lang asked curiously.

"Your master has been suppressed." Huang Feishu said, and after seeing Wang Lang's expression, he added, "I'm just a guess, don't take it seriously. Your master is the Dragon Emperor of Longmen, and there are only a few people who can suppress him."

Wang Lang really listened, "How did you guess this?"

Seeing Wang Lang's expression serious, Huang Feishi smashed his mouth, "I have been to so many ancient tombs and found that your master had been to me before, and your master did not go to the ancient tomb for the sake of the Nine Dragon Seal, so it can only be for other things.

Until before, I found the remains of someone living in one of the ancient tombs. I couldn't help but think of your master. Only then did I think of who your master should be hiding from. After that, I went to other ancient tombs to discover the demon-suppressing tower.

The ones under the tower have indeed suppressed people, and the reason why I am sure it is your master is because I found the black card that only your Dragon Gate Black Dragon King had below."

After hearing all this, Wang Lang thought of someone almost the first moment.

Dragon slaying.

Wang Lang had no doubt that Dragon Slayer had this ability to suppress Huangfu Ji.

"Then where do you feel that my master was suppressed?" Wang Lang asked again.

Huang Feishi smoked, "In the ancient tomb I went to before, the yin energy was too heavy, heavier than the other ancient tombs, so I was guessing that your master was suppressed in an ancient tomb with extremely heavy yin energy. Because your Longmen's martial arts are so strong that your master will be suppressed again, and your master will take a different sword and push Zhigang Zhiyang directly to a peak. Therefore, only the ancient tomb with extremely heavy yin energy can suppress your master."

"For example?" Wang Lang asked again.

Huang Feishi sipped up his cigarette, opened the car window and threw it out.

"The two ancient tombs with the heaviest yin energy I can think of, one is the tomb of Genghis Khan, and the other is the tomb of Qin Shihuang." Huang Feishi spoke slowly.

"Let's go, how could these two tombs have the heaviest yin energy? Besides, the tomb of Shihuang and Genghis Khan cannot be accessed..."

Halfway through the talk, Wang Lang stopped talking, but there was no other reason. Someone had mentioned something to Wang Lang before.

Dragon Slayer was buried in Genghis Khan's tomb. When he thought about this, Wang Lang felt a sudden slap in his heart.

Huang Feishi smiled and rubbed his face, "Before these two tombs were sealed, how many people were buried with them? Although they were all the Lord of Nine Five, the Lord of Nine Five could only have a heavier yin energy."
Chapter completed!