Celestial Masters Alliance

Shan Yu was very talkative and kept chatting with me about local experiences, but my thoughts flew to the jade lock uncontrollably.

Is the jade lock really always in the time capsule? It's the biscuit box I dug out with my own hands. The biscuit box tangled under the roots of the tree doesn't look man-made.

So how did the person who took the information get into the tree hole? Do the other two passages above the pit have exits? No! Maybe that's the real entrance.

How did the Japanese who opened the mine get in? From the tree hole or from the passage? If it was from the passage, why didn't you retreat back from the passage and die at the entrance of the tree hole? Do they know they can get out of the tree hole? If they entered through the tree hole, why didn't they try to escape through the passage? wrong! How can we be sure that all the Japanese under the tree hole are dead? Maybe some of them escaped, but they just kept silent about the mine. But can anyone really give up that endless wealth?

What makes me most uneasy is who knows I have a jade lock? What's the matter with the fact that you've been following my gaze since you dug out the jade lock? Zhao Shuang also saw it, so it's definitely not my fault.

Could the person who broke into my house be the owner of the sight? Will he come again if he doesn't find the jade lock? Where should I put such an important jade lock to ensure its safety? I started to feel dizzy from these questions, and I had to reach out and slap my forehead hard.

"Zhu Mo? What's wrong with you?" Shan Yu waved his hand in front of my eyes.

I quickly pulled back my thoughts and smiled apologetically: "Sorry, I have a headache."

"You should have a good rest. I see you don't look very good today. I'll leave later. I'll leave it to you about the puppy!" Shan Yu smiled in the sunshine, and my heartstrings were touched by her again, but this This time I was a little absent-minded.

"You're welcome, I will contact you if necessary." I hope I don't look too stupid.

"It's great to have you as a friend!" She stretched out her hand to me, and I held it subconsciously, but what I was thinking about was: I don't want to be friends with you.

Shan Yu's departure seemed to take away all the incredible things. My life has returned to its past. A month has passed by, and I have begun to suspect that the experience under the locust tree hole was just a dream. The mess in the store at home was just the work of some lunatic.

Of course, what shattered this suspicion was not only the ring on the finger, but also the jade lock on Maomao's neck. I thought about it again and again, and decided that it would be safest to place the jade lock around Maomao's neck.

Zhao Shuang would send me text messages every other day, sometimes chatting without a word, and sometimes just saying he was safe. Huang Xiao became silent again. When I called him, his phone was turned off every time. Bai Xue's contact with me is more diligent than before. Seven out of ten sentences are about asking about Zhao Shuang. I always comfort this sister who is in love with her with patience. But my intuition tells me that Zhao Shuang is avoiding Bai Xue's feelings.

The dog that Shan Yu bumped into was alive and kicking in less than three days, but its owner could not be found. As I expected, it was just a stray dog. I sought Shan Yu's advice and found an old man who was alone to adopt him. Now he is living a good life. After the puppy was placed, Shan Yu's phone calls gradually became less frequent. Although he sent indifferent text messages from time to time to greet me, it made me discouraged. Long-distance relationships may not be suitable for me at all.

Uncle Gang was very upset because I didn't catch up with my grandma. This annoyance made me feel like a mischievous person. I repeatedly asked my mother about the tattoo on Uncle Gang’s neck, and my mother said that she had gotten it tattooed with the gangsters on the street when she was young. Later, I was lucky enough to spy again, and I was certain that the tattoo was exactly the same as the one on the body under the locust tree cave. When Uncle Gang was young, those corpses had been frozen at the bottom of the locust tree cave for many years. How could they hang out together?

The color of the tattoo is unique and exquisite, and cannot be done by ordinary tattoo masters. But the relationship between me and Uncle Gang has become increasingly tense. When we meet and greet each other, he ignores me, so how can I ask him about tattoos? I have a lot of questions, but I can't get any answers. This tattoo is not a big problem, so I can only put it aside.

A few months passed in a flash, and the winter solstice was approaching. All the injuries on my body had already healed, and even the bruises had faded and disappeared. I no longer grinned when I woke up every morning. Instead, the pain-free life made me feel bad and I began to miss it. A feeling of panic, and even a desire to explore the darkness.

Maomao jumped onto the bed with a rope in her mouth and stepped on my face, shattering my random thoughts. Maomao always likes to go out for a walk recently. I rubbed my confused head and opened the curtains to see that it was raining outside. I took Maomao to the balcony, pointed at the rainy street and growled at him angrily: "It's raining outside, you woke me up so early, you can't let me rest for a while, you're exhausting me to death." Now, are you going to drink the northwest wind with Jixiang?"

Maomao climbed up the balcony railing and looked at the road below. She jumped down in frustration and turned back to the house. Her tail accidentally swept the pickle jar that grandma gave me. The pickle jar shook for a while and then stabilized. I quickly leaned the jar against the corner. After all, it was grandma's wish, and I had to keep it well.

After being broken into, I placed the jar on the balcony, put the luminous beads and the double-sided embroidery into a satin bag, and then stuffed them into the partition under the wardrobe. This place is very hidden unless there is someone. I want to smash the wardrobe, otherwise I will never find that satin bag.

I followed Maomao back to the house, and the alarm on my phone rang. I slapped my forehead and remembered that I promised my mother yesterday to take her to the temple to fulfill her vow today. I quickly called my mother: "It's raining today. Are you still going?"

The mother must have just gotten up, and her voice was low and hoarse: "I won't go, it's cold and raining, let's go again when the weather is nice!"

I answered and hung up the phone. But I couldn't sleep anymore while lying in bed, so I simply got up and went to open the store to see if the early bird caught the worm.

The cold wind blew up the business sign and knocked rhythmically on the glass door. Facts have proven that birds get up early to see the weather, and bugs will sleep in if the weather is bad.

The temperature plummeted, so I put on a down jacket, turned on the heater under the table, and sat at the counter playing Landlords. While we were having fun, a gust of cold wind came in, and the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of guests. I raised my head after I played the cards, and an old monk wearing a plain robe soaked by the rain and with a white beard hanging almost to his waist came towards me. I was in a daze, shouldn't such a person appear in a martial arts TV series?

Seeing me in a daze, the old monk slowly saluted me and said, "Can the donor give me a bowl of water to drink?"

I quickly stood up and hurriedly returned the greeting: "Of course, Master, please sit over here." I led him to the chair at the door of the consulting room, "Please wait a moment." The old monk politely saluted again before sitting down. , the movement of sitting down is like flowing clouds and flowing water.