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What the sick monk said was neurotic and very weird. Chu Huan had a faint feeling that there was an unknown event hidden in it. At this time, the sick monk was obviously not mentally aware, and he was in a trance. What is it, leaned closer and said softly: "Master, those people have been pestering you all this time?"

"Yes...!" The sick monk trembled, "They have been...!"

"How many people?" Chu Huan asked.

The sick monk covered his head, "There are so many people everywhere, ah...there is blood everywhere...Look, they have opened their eyes again." He threw aside the quilt covering his body suddenly, and held the blanket with both hands. Raised his fists, his expression became ferocious, but his voice was still trembling: "You...you will never let me go, I am not afraid of you, come all of you, I am not afraid of you...I will kill you, so that you will never let me go Superborn...!"

At this moment, Chu Huan saw that the monk's robe on his body was dirty and torn. It seemed that he hadn't changed it for more than half a year. He was skinny and only skinny.

He felt baffled, and suddenly heard the sick monk lower his voice: "Come on, then my knife... quickly, take my knife, I will hack them to death...!"

"Knife?" Chu Huan looked around, "What kind of knife?"

The sick monk looked at Chu Huan, became affectionate and cold, and said angrily, "My saber, where did you hide my saber? Quick, get my saber."

Chu Huan smiled wryly and said, "We really don't know where your knife is. Think about it for yourself, where you put it, and I'll get it for you...!"

The sick monk stared at Chu Huan, and after a while, he frowned again, as if he was thinking about something, suddenly turned his eyes to the corner of the room, raised his finger and said, "There, take my knife and kill the enemy with me!"

Chu Huan also looked at the corner of the room, and saw that there was nothing there. He thought the sick monk was talking crazy, and shook his head, "There is no knife...!"

"Bold!" The sick monk scolded: "Do you dare to doubt my words? My knife is right there. If you don't follow the military order, I will cut off your head. Come, someone will drag him down and chop him off...!"

Chu Huan was a little surprised when he heard this.

The sick monk was crazy, his words didn't match the words, but this sentence was obviously in the tone of a soldier. Seeing the meaning, this sick monk seemed to be a general giving orders.

He just felt that things were getting weirder, rolled his eyes, and suddenly cupped his hands and said: "General, calm down, general, calm down, I will go find the knife."

He just wanted to test some things, but the sick monk said: "Well, I will give you a chance, if you can't find the general's sword, you will definitely be killed...!"

Chu Huan frowned even tighter. He really didn't know if the sick monk fancied himself as a general in a trance, or if the sick monk was really a general in command.

"Still looking for a knife?" Seeing that Chu Huan was not moving, the sick monk immediately reprimanded him.

Chu Huan stopped hesitating and walked slowly to the corner of the room. The corner of the room was empty without any furniture. The sick monk insisted that there was a knife here, which was obviously nonsense.

He stood in the corner, trying to make a show, and turned his head to look at the sick monk, only to see that the sick monk suddenly threw himself on the edge of the bed, retching violently again, looking extremely painful.

Just as Chu Huan was thinking about the past, a light flashed in his mind.

He stood in the corner of the room, with his ears pressed against the wall, and he patted the wall lightly with one hand, and then changed a few places. Soon, a look of disappointment appeared on his face.

After thinking for a while, he suddenly squatted down, lay on the ground, turned his cheeks sideways, put his ears on the ground, and tapped the ground with one hand again. In just a moment, Chu Huan's eyebrows were already stretched. Excited.

He glanced at the monk and saw that the monk was lying on the edge of the bed. He didn't vomit at this time, but lay there motionless, as if he was dead.

Chu Huan pondered slightly, and took out a dagger from his boot.

Hiding the blade in the boots is a habit that Chu Huan has developed all along. Every new pair of his boots will be slightly modified by himself, so that a dagger can be hidden, which is not obvious or leaky.

Taking out the dagger, Chu Huan stretched out his hand to touch the ground in the dark. The floor was covered with green bricks. Chu Huan felt the edges and corners, and without hesitation, he used the dagger to pry open the green bricks on the ground.

Only one piece of green brick was pried open, Chu Huan seemed to think of something, turned his head, looked out of the window, saw that the window was deserted, but still got up, walked over quietly, trying to close the window.

As soon as he walked to the window, Chu Huan frowned, and actually faintly noticed a very light breathing sound coming from the window. This breathing sound was very secretive, and if it wasn't for Chu Huan's five senses, he might not have noticed it.

There is no doubt that there is someone at the window!

Chu Huan walked lightly, approached the window, held his breath, and suddenly leaned out his upper body. He had already judged the opponent's position, a cold light flashed, and the dagger was already on a person, and the person whispered, "It's me...! "

Chu Huan immediately recognized that it was Lin Dai'er's voice, retracted the knife, and asked in surprise, "Dai'er, why are you here?"

Dai'er appeared by the window, frowned and said: "There's such a big commotion here, why do you think I'm deaf? I thought something happened...!"

Chu Huan hesitated for a moment, then looked back at the sick monk, but there was still no movement, and said softly, "You go back first, there is nothing to do."

"I heard what he said just now." Dai'er said softly, "What is he talking about?"

"I don't understand either." Chu Huan shook his head and thought for a while, "He seems to be crazy, talking crazy all the time...!" She was worried that someone would come this way at night, Dai'er stood by the window, if someone Seeing that it was not good, he said softly: "Come in first!" Holding Dai'er's hands and helping Dai'er, he came in through the window.

Although Dai'er was weak, it was easy to get in through the window. After entering the house, Chu Huan said softly: "Leave a gap in the window. You can watch it for me here. If someone comes over, you can let me know."

"Okay...!" Dai'er whispered, "What are you going to do?"

"There seems to be something there." Chu Huan pointed to the corner of the room, "Let me see what it is."

Dai'er didn't ask much, Chu Huan just went over, took out the dagger, and pried open seven or eight green bricks, but the ground below was earthy, Chu Huan carefully dug down in the soil with the dagger, just for a moment, turned around He went to look at Dai'er, saw that Dai'er was looking at this side, and the two looked at each other, Chu Huan nodded immediately, indicating that something was really dug up.

Dai'er was also curious. Chu Huan continued to dig the soil below without hesitation. Soon, a square piece of hard iron appeared. Chu Huan already knew that if he guessed right, it was just the top cover.

He dug down along the edge of the cover, and the outline of the things underneath gradually emerged. After a quarter of an hour, Chu Huan took something out of the soil with both hands and placed it next to it. A deep pit appeared at the place where he dug. .

Seeing Chu Huan taking out things from the soil, Dai'er was curious, and couldn't help walking to the side, but found that what Chu Huan took out was a square iron box.

Chu Huan stared at the iron box with surprise in his eyes.

He remembered that during the day, the monk Zhiliang came to talk sweetly, threatening and luring him, as if he wanted to cheat a box from the sick monk's hands. According to what the monk Zhiliang said, there seemed to be gold and silver treasures hidden in the box, many Everyone is salivating over that box.

It's just that the box was hidden by the sick monk, and everyone didn't know where it was. It was really unexpected that the box was hidden in this room.

The monks in Gushui Temple tried so hard to get the box, but they never succeeded. Tonight, the sick monk revealed the location of the box to Chu Huan in a trance. Chu Huan didn't know if he was lucky.

The box was actually locked, but the lock certainly didn't hinder Chu Huan.

"What is this?" Dale asked softly.

Chu Huan shook his head: "I don't know either, it is said that there are gold, silver and jewels in it, I don't know if it is true... But you heard it too, just now he said that there is a knife here, maybe there are weapons hidden in it. "

"Do you want to open it?" Dai'er asked in a low voice.

Chu Huan said with a smile: "He asked me to take the knife. Since I have become a good person, I can't give up halfway."

Seeing that he had gotten something from someone else, Dai'er was brazen and gave him a blank look. Chu Huan smiled slightly, and without hesitation, opened the iron lock easily with a dagger.

In fact, he is also very interested in what is inside. More importantly, he has no clue about the weird words that the sick monk said just now, but he doesn't know if he can find them in the iron box. Some clues.

The iron box was opened, and there was no jewel or jewel in the legend. There were only a few simple things inside, a helmet and a big knife, and two other things were wrapped in brocade.

Chu Huan first took out the big knife, drew the knife out of its sheath, and a burst of cold came. The sick monk had been in the temple for many years, but the knife was still very sharp.

"He really is a soldier." Dai'er took out the helmet, "This helmet is exquisitely crafted, not an ordinary helmet."

Chu Huan put down the knife, took the helmet, turned it over and over in his hand and looked at it carefully for a moment, his brows were furrowed, slightly surprised, "This is the eagle helmet!"

"Eagle helmet?"

"Look here...the helmet has the shape of a black eagle on the forehead." Chu Huan said solemnly, "This is the imperial eagle helmet, and it is the Qianhu helmet of the Qin Northwest Army!"

Dai'er also frowned and said: "I know, when the dog emperor fought for the world, and later became more powerful, his army was divided into three legions... the Northwest Army, the Kwantung Army and the Guanzhong Army!"

"That's right." Chu Huan said: "The Northwest Legion is led by General Feng Han Xiaofeng, mainly to attack the Northwest, the Guandong is to refine electricity, pacify Liaodong and expel the Koreans, and the Guanzhong Army is led by the emperor himself to attack the Central Plains. After a pause, he said softly: "The generals in the Northwest are all eagle helmets, the generals in the Guandong are leopard helmets, and the Guanzhong Army are tiger helmets. After the founding of Qin, the armor was officially unified, but the tiger helmets of the Guanzhong Army Today it is still inherited by the Royal Guards, and their tiger helmets are from the Guanzhong Army."

"Is this the general helmet of the Northwest Army?" Dai'er stared at Chu Huan.

Chu Huan said softly: "At that time, the organizational system of the Qin Corps was similar to that of the current Guards Army. Except for the general of the regiment, there were Wanhu, Qianhu and Baihu. Although they were all eagle helmets, the shapes of the battle helmets were different. , this helmet was owned by Qianhu at that time, and there was an eagle pattern on it, so it belonged to the Northwest Army, so... If this helmet really belonged to him, then he must have been Qianhu of the Northwest Army."