C207 Song Zhide
C207 Song Zhide
He had to travel on the road for three days before he could reach Lhasa. After that, he had to take the train for a day before he could reach his destination.
The Kunlun Mountains was too big, and the place he wanted to go was inaccessible. It was not a tourist attraction at all, and there was no one living within a few hundred miles.
This could be considered an exploration, Yang Qiu couldn't help but feel some anticipation in his heart.
Originally, Ji Qinghee was going to accompany him there. But now, there were a few experts from the Cultivation Realm. With one more person, there would always be one more helping hand. Who knew what kind of people would come down from the Cultivation Realm?
Yang Qiu was looking forward to meeting a few familiar people. Among the ten big sects, there were still some people who had a good relationship with him. Of course, there were also many people who were not on good terms with him, and some of them were even his life-and-death enemies.
He bought a private room with a soft bedroom. There was also an old couple inside. They seemed to be retired cadres and the like. He got along very well with Yang Qiu. There was also a sleeper that was empty.
At noon the next day, the train stopped at a small station. At this time, one of the people who came up was from Yang Qiu's room.
This was the middle-aged man with an extremely thin body. He was only a little over 1. 5 meters tall. He had a sharp mouth and a monkey cheeks, and his eyes were shifty-eyed. One look and you could tell that this fellow was not a good person.
Especially since this fellow had a very strange smell on his body, as if he was a dried corpse that had crawled out of a grave. That kind of feeling was eerie to the point of making one feel very uncomfortable.
At least, when the old couple in the same room saw this guy, they basically had a cold face and did not have the slightest interest in communicating with him.
That guy was a chatterbox. He always wanted to say something. In the end, he annoyed the old couple so much that they had no choice but to leave the room and go to the dining car.
Yang Qiu also felt that this guy was not a good person. Especially the smell on his body. It was a completely rotten and filthy smell. Obviously, this fellow was a grave robber who dug graves.
"Mr. Yang, I have learned divination since I was a child. Do you believe that I can guess where you are going this time?"
Yang Qiu glanced at this fellow. This fellow was grinning from ear to ear while looking at him with a smile.
"Oh? Then where the hell are you going?"
"You're going to find an immortal? Am I right?"
No matter how calm Yang Qiu was, he was still disturbed by this guy's words.
Who was he? The people he didn't believe the most were those fortune-telling scammers. However, the other party had actually pointed out his goal with just a single sentence. This had truly frightened him.
This fellow in front of him was an ordinary person. Although he looked thin, his joints were thick and his muscles were firm. Clearly, his strength was not small, but that was all. Yang Qiu thought that he could kill him with just a breath of air. He did not possess any threat at all.
His heart shook, but his face remained calm. He asked with a smile.
"Why do you say so?"
"I also know that you are going to Kunlun Mountain's Death Valley this time, right?"
Yang Qiu instantly smiled. He looked at that guy indifferently and said slowly:
"Who are you? Did Old Master Lin send you here?"
That guy finally couldn't help but grin.
" Hehe, Mr. Yang, you really are a smart little brother. Elder Lin sent me here to help you. You should know that the Death Valley is filled with danger. I'm afraid that a young man like you won't be able to return once you enter. With me here, I can guarantee your safety. "
Yang Qiu found it funny in his heart. He couldn't help but shake his head when he recalled Old Master Lin's words before he left.
The place he went to was called the Valley of Death, but it also had another name, the Divine Immortal Valley. It was the entrance to the Hollow Jade Palace that he was looking for.
However, it wasn't an easy task to enter the secret entrance of the Divine Immortal Valley. This was because cultivators couldn't rely on their Spiritual Power and divine sense. Once they used their divine sense, all their memories about that place would be erased.
Therefore, Yang Qiu could only rely on ordinary means. Old Master Lin said that he had arranged a great expert for him. Could it be that this great expert was Old Song?
What kind of great expert was this guy?
He estimated that the number of great experts who were robbing tombs was more or less the same.
It could be seen from the huge black bag he was carrying on his back. Inside was a set of extremely professional tomb raiding equipment, many of which were high-tech products. This guy was also a high-tech enthusiast.
The middle-aged man was called Soong Zhide. His face was sallow and looked a little old. His shifty-eyed appearance naturally did not give people a good impression, but since he was an expert sent by Old Master Lin, Yang Qiu could only be polite.
Fortunately, Soong Zhide didn't know Yang Qiu's identity. He often interacted with Old Master Lin. To put it bluntly, Old Master Lin was a big customer of his. After so many years, they had formed a deep friendship.
This time, Old Master Lin gave him a large sum of money. This money was enough for him to spend for ten lifetimes from now on. Soong Zhide could not resist the temptation of money, so he immediately agreed.
Of course, he was not a fool. He knew who Old Master Lin was. Since the old Sect Master of the Green Gang had offered such a large sum of money, his life this time would not be so simple.
However, when he saw that the client was actually such a young man, Soong Zhide felt that this trip to Kunlun would not be easy. There might not be any danger.
There were many legends in Kunlun Mountain, but there were no ancient tombs that could be stolen. Most likely, this Mr. Yang wanted to satisfy his hobbies and see how he was meditating. Could it be that this Mr. Yang was a trustworthy person? Did he really want to go to the mountain to find an immortal?
Currently, the upper class society was very popular with the so-called search for an immortal. To Soong Zhide, being a hermit was equivalent to being full of rich people.
The two of them finally got to know each other. Along the way, this Soong Zhide was really noisy, making Yang Qiu speechless.
In fact, he could understand that this guy had been underground rats for nine months in a year. Except for the bones, they were all coffins. Could it be that you want him to talk to the skulls while robbing tombs?
In the next two and a half days of travel, Yang Qiu heard the crows cry for two and a half days. He got off the car when he arrived in Tibet. Soong Zhide led Yang Qiu out of the station with familiarity. There was a car waiting for them.
A worn-out van was driven by a silent big man. When he saw Yang Qiu, he did not greet him, but only nodded. Soong Zhide knew Yang Qiu's identity was not simple. If he could get Elder Lin to give strict instructions and pay a high price, he must serve Yang Qiu well.
He asked tentatively:
"Mr. Yang, how about we temporarily stay here tonight? We're leaving tomorrow morning?"
Yang Qiu looked at him and said plainly:
"No need. I'm in a hurry. We'll talk when we reach our destination. "
"What?"
Soong Zhide cried out involuntarily.
"It will take at least twenty hours. The driver can't take it anymore. I'm afraid there will be problems on the road," Soong Zhide said.
Yang Qiu's tone was still very calm, but he could not refuse.
"I know how to drive. Don't say you don't know how to drive. "
Soong Zhide chuckled and did not speak anymore.
The two of them got into the car. Soong Zhide was indeed an experienced person. He had everything he needed in the car. He had already prepared everything.