There aren't many days left.

He can't wait any longer, he doesn't want to die, and now only the Luo people can keep him alive!

I heard that men and women of the Luo tribe can easily live to be a hundred years old. How could this be possible without secret techniques? He must find a way to seize it!

When he has endless life and wealth, he will be the king of this world!

By then, forget about revenge, everyone in the world will have to bow down to him and let him do whatever he wants!

Thinking of this, Lao Ya felt that the blood in his body was trembling uncontrollably.

It’s almost time, such a good day will come soon!

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At 8 o'clock in the evening, the train arrived at its destination.

After resting in the hotel for one night, the group took a car to the mountain the next day.

The snow had not stopped all night, so the driver drove very slowly. After turning eighteen bends on the mountain road, the car stopped.

"This is Brother Sheng's cenotaph," Old Crow said, pointing to an unmarked monument in front. "At the place where he fell, we only found these gnawed rags. There are many wild beasts in the mountains... I brought these back and buried them next to the Sheng family's old kiln. Later, after I went abroad, I hired someone to look after them."

Mu Fu thanked him tearfully: "Thank you for troubling Mr. Gou."

"Brother Sheng treats me like a younger brother, it's my duty." Lao Ya said politely.

Next to the cenotaph is the old kiln where the treasure map is hidden.

If the kiln is opened without a key, it will be destroyed. This is what Sheng Qingfeng insisted. Lao Ya did not dare to take the risk, otherwise he would not have waited until now.

Facing the nameless monument, everyone came forward one by one to pay their respects.

Although she had never seen her father, she was connected by blood. When Mu Fu saw the lonely grave and tree, she thought of his tragic death and her heart ached, and she couldn't stop crying.

Old Master He cried like a child.

After the worship, the two were helped back to the car.

With Xiaohua around, there's no need to worry about finding the way, but I heard that the location of the nameless island is a bit remote. In order to avoid getting lost on the way back, Wenxi thinks it's necessary to open the kiln and get the map.

The hole for the key was blocked by mud. Wen Xi carefully cleaned it, took out the pair of earrings and inserted them.

Almost at the same time, there was a loud bang and the kiln door opened.

The kiln was about 5 or 6 square meters. After the long-lasting dusty smell dissipated, Wen Xi and He Tingyan walked in side by side, followed by Lao Ya who was supported by his assistant. Due to limited space, everyone else stood outside waiting.

The ground was littered with porcelains of various sizes and shapes. In a waist-high vase, Wen Xi found a roll of off-white silk. When he unfolded it, he saw two large characters "Baotu" on the top, written in elegant and graceful handwriting. Below were drawings with graceful lines and depictions of various terrains, like a small landscape painting.

"This must be it!" Lao Ya came over and looked at the detailed markings on it, his eyes shining and he was very excited.

"Wen Xi, you must keep this map safe. Your grandfather paid for it with his life. No more accidents can happen this time!" He looked at Wen Xi and said earnestly.

"I understand, Mr. Gou."

Wen Xi put the map away and put it in the compartment of his backpack.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the whole mountain was covered in silver and turned into a world of ice and snow. Such a scene is quite rare in the south.

There was a long queue on the way down the mountain because there was a century-old temple on the mountain that was famous far and wide. There was an endless stream of tourists coming here to burn incense during festivals.

Wen Xi and his friends were stuck halfway up the mountain and couldn't move for a long time.

The driver was an employee of He's branch here. He didn't expect to run into trouble the first time he met the big boss.