Grave Robber: Beginnings Fusion Hydra Cypress

An hour later, Ji Changsheng and his party arrived at the VIP room of the Crescent Hotel.

There were five white-haired old men sitting in the VIP room. Four of them were well-dressed and well-built. They were senior figures in the world invited by Yin Beitang.

The other person was skinny, wearing a pair of black sunglasses, a long robe and a mandarin jacket, and a melon-pipe hat.

He was talking to the other four people.

"Four dear friends, you are not young anymore. You should all have children and grandchildren in your seventies, enjoying your family life to the fullest."

"It's easy to forget things when you get older. It's normal for you to recognize the wrong person."

"I'm just a fortune teller who has some knowledge of yin and yang. Who is the leader of the bandits in Xiling?"

"I feel so proud when I think about what a heroic figure the leader of the Xieling bandits is, commanding tens of thousands of bandits and roaring in the mountains and forests."

"I'm such a bad old man. If I hadn't been called Chen Yulou and if I hadn't done such earth-shattering things, how could He De be the leader of the Xiling bandits?"

"You must have recognized the wrong person!"

The other four old men looked at me and I looked at you. They were all said to have lost their confidence, and their faces were full of doubts.

Is it true that we are old and have recognized the wrong person?

The blind old man saw that everyone was silent and said quickly.

"I'm just similar in stature and appearance to Master Chen."

"How many people in the world have similar looks and figures?"

"This is just a coincidence and a misunderstanding. I hope you can let me go."

"I still have a few guests. I have an appointment today to help them out. Don't miss their business."

With that said, he stood up shakily and was about to walk out.

At this time, a young man's voice was heard from the door.

"Master Chen, do you still remember the partridge whistle at the foot of Pingshan Mountain?"

When the old man heard this, his body trembled slightly, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.

But in an instant, he pretended to be confused and said.

"What whistle? What mountain? I have never heard of it. This friend recognized the wrong person."

Ji Changsheng took a step forward and gently grabbed the old man's wrist.

The old man's shoulders moved slightly, as if he was about to make a move, but he immediately held back.

This tiny detail could be hidden from others, but not from Ji Changsheng.

"Master Chen, although you are over a hundred years old, your martial arts skills are like maggots on your tarsus. I am destined to be with you for the rest of my life. You can't get rid of me even if you want."

After seeing the clues, the old man was obviously panicked, but he still denied it.

"I'm a fortune teller, so how do I know Kung Fu? My little friend, I'm afraid you've made a mistake."

Seeing that he still didn't admit it, Ji Changsheng could only sigh lightly and deliberately said in a disappointed tone.

"I heard that the leader of the Xiling Bandits, Mr. Chen Da, is a man of great integrity. He defends his friends with great righteousness."

"It's a pity, it seems that the legends are all false."

"Master Chen actually refused to save him, which really disappoints us!"

As soon as these words came out, the old man's facial muscles twitched slightly, and his heart was in turmoil.

After a while, he finally couldn't help but say.

"Although I don't know what you are talking about, the head of the Chen family is indeed a good man. Why do you say he refuses to save him even if he is facing death?"

Seeing that he took the bait, Ji Changsheng quickly replied.

"The head of the Chen family had an old friend who was a Taoist from the Bishan sect, named Partridge Shao."

"I heard that Partridge Whistle was very helpful to Mr. Chen's family. The two of them have a deep friendship."

"Now that the descendants of Partridge Whistle are in trouble, they need the help of Mr. Chen to save the day."

"I didn't expect... to be someone who refuses to save him!"

When the old man heard this, he finally became a little moved and lowered his head as if thinking about something.

Ji Changsheng knew at a glance that he had guessed correctly, this person must be Chen Yulou!

Chen Yulou was not actually a righteous man, it was just Ji Changsheng who put a high hat on him.

This person has an extremely arrogant personality, boasts that he is highly talented, has high eyesight, and loves false fame.

Even though he didn't want to admit his identity, he was still praising himself in his words just now, and it was obvious that he valued Chen Yulou's identity very much.

Ji Changsheng first gave Chen Yulou a high hat to make him have a good impression of him, and then used the word "righteousness" to motivate the general.

As long as Chen Yulou still has a word of justice in his heart, he will never sit idly by.

Although many of these old-school people in the world are treacherous, there are also many who take loyalty very seriously.

Cherishing his own reputation, coupled with Partridge Whistle's life-saving grace, is Chen Yulou's weakness.

After some intense thinking, the old man finally sighed and said helplessly.

"Little friend, who are you? What is your relationship with that partridge whistle?"

Ji Changsheng did not speak, but looked at Shirley Yang.

Shirley Yang had been standing by silently. Today, she learned from Ji Changsheng's mouth that her grandfather and Chen Yulou actually had such a past, and she couldn't help but be very surprised.

"Old senior, this junior's name is Yang Ping, and Partridge Whistle is the junior's grandfather!"

The old man couldn't help but asked excitedly.

"Is this true?"

Shirley Yang did not explain, but took out a leaf from her arms and put it into her mouth.

Just listen to a melodious bird song, drifting from her mouth.

The partridge whistle is proficient in ventriloquism and is good at imitating the sounds of various animals so lifelike that it got this nickname.

Shirley Yang was playing the unique skill taught by her grandfather. Unlike other ventriloquism skills, the bird's call contained some information. It was the code used by the Taoist monks to communicate. Only experts could hear the tricks.

Although the old man was blind, he had excellent hearing and knew that it was the direct disciple of the partridge whistle.

"You are really the descendant of the partridge whistle!"

As he said this, he couldn't help but burst into tears and no longer cared about hiding his identity.

"Child, tell me, what disaster did you encounter?"

Shirley Yang said quickly.

"Old senior, I am worried about my life. I hope you can lend a hand. Saving me is like saving water and fire!"

The old man sighed and nodded.

"Your grandfather has been very kind to me. How can I stand by and watch his descendants die when they are in trouble?"

"I am the leader of the Xiangling Bandits, Chen Yulou!"

After saying this, his hunched back straightened up, no longer timid, and his face glowed with a glow.

Even though he is already a hundred years old, the spirit of the Xiangling leader is still there.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and finally found the right person!

Chen Yulou asked again.

"Child, what do you need me to do for you?"

Shirley Yang didn't know how to answer, so she could only look at Ji Changsheng.

Ji Changsheng replied.

"They are cursed, and there is only one thing that can break this curse."

"That thing is in the tomb of King Xian in Yunnan. I heard that you have a map of the tomb of King Xian, so I came to ask you for help."

When Chen Yulou heard this, he was stunned at first.

Then his face changed drastically, and he said anxiously.

"No, you must not go to the tomb of King Xian!"