Tomb Raider: Storytelling Steals Pens, Nine Gates Are Confused

It seems like a series of mountains.

Painted for a while, then erased again.

"No, it's not like that."

The next moment, he started drawing again.

The table was repeatedly covered with tea, and the traces soon merged into a water mark.

The veteran looked at Zhang Sanlian, who was about to be enchanted, and his heart tightened.

said quickly.

"Master Zhang, please stop drawing. You said that Wang Zanghai has been dead for many years. The level of Fengshui at that time must be different from now. Everything is already incomplete' ‖."

"Let's listen to what Mr. Zhang has to say. Maybe Mr. Zhang knows something."

Zhang Sanlian stopped his fingers and looked at the old man.

"It seems that he is still not good at learning."

"However, what Mr. Zhang should say is true. Based on the layout of the other courtyard, Mr. Zhang's Feng Shui has long been unmatched."

"I can really recognize the mystery of this funeral tomb."

The old man laughed and said.

"It's necessary. It's the backyard. I felt that smell again yesterday. It's almost like being drunk and floating. It's really a good idea to live in it."

"Old man. You are so victorious in the mountains and fields, so it should be a big treasure cave."

"Otherwise, you Xiling would be so prosperous? The old man wouldn't really think that you can get up with two righteousness. There are so many righteousness in ancient times. Why did you unload it?"

The old man carefully savored what was said in these words.

Think for a while.

The old man seemed to have realized something.

His eyes widened instantly.

"Master Zhang, could it be the feng shui buried by my ancestors of the previous generation in Xiling?"

Seeing his reaction like this, Zhang Sanlian suddenly burst into a smile.

"Fengshui is something that cannot be seen. The only thing that can be seen is the life of the person who carries Fengshui."

The old man put his head on his head half-understood, the seemingly simple truth seemed a bit difficult to understand.

This is the mystery of Feng Shui.

The old man sighed.

No wonder there were so few Feng Shui masters in ancient times.

Famous Feng Shui masters say even less.

"Mr. Zhang, your methods in the Feng Shui world have been so ingenious. Why haven't you heard of the name Mr. Zhang?"

"Mr. Zhang's Feng Shui skills are incomparable. If you are old, don't compare me with Mr. Zhang. It is not enough to match one of Mr. Zhang's toes."

Heck, I'm ashamed.

This is the first time that Mr. Zhang has uttered such vulgar words.

What is a toe.

This is simply to frustrate yourself.

Listen carefully.

......

Beijing Newspaper.

One after another, newspapers about Mr. Zhang flowed out of the printing factory.

Soon the streets and alleys were reached.

People who had been waiting in the streets and alleys couldn't wait to buy the newspaper with money.

"Mr. Zhang!"

"Come and see the class!"

"Mr. Zhang's freshly released storyteller."

"Don't miss it when you go. There are limited editions every day, and newspapers with Mr. Zhang's head are more expensive."

"..."

"Hey! Little brother, here's a copy with a photo."

I saw the little brother holding the newspaper took out a newspaper from his pocket.

"Death is expensive, just look at the warranty below, what photos do you want?"

"What a waste of money."

The man reprimanded him.

"What do you know, this is a real photo of Mr. Zhang, and now a photo has been sold for [-] gold."

The woman obviously didn't believe it.

"Really?"

"Hey, you bitch, would I still lie to you? That's great. Not only some women will collect this film, but even some old men will collect it."

The woman covered her mouth in surprise.

Twenty gold, I have never seen so much money in my life.

a time.

He couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or just dreaming.

"Let me see!"

The man carefully handed over the photo in his hand.

The woman grabbed it and took a look, but couldn't let go of her eyes completely.

"This cannot be sold!"

"why?"

The woman said like a nympho.

I want to hang Mr. Zhang on the wall.

Hearing this, the man bowed his body instantly.

"'Damn it, you prodigal bitch, this is a black and white photo! Are you hanging on the wall to curse Mr. Zhang to die early?"

The woman immediately put down the photo in her hand.

the other side.

Everyone's discussion was in full swing.

"I really didn't expect that Mr. Zhang started storytelling today, today."

"Look at what it says."

The man opened the newspaper.

An abstract portrait was drawn inside.

"Look, Mr. Zhang said that after the fat man fell, there were corpses underneath."

"My Cao, look quickly, it turns out that this big thing is also a corpse."

"How could there be such a strange corpse?"

"Could it be that this corpse is an artifact?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Have you ever seen such an artifact? I haven't seen it anyway."

"I haven't seen it before. Does it really exist? This head is like a baby. It has nothing to do with it."

Everyone said in horror.

The picture described in the newspaper was too bloody.

"Brother, I can't take it anymore, why is there such a disgusting thing."

"Look below, it's actually hooking Fatty Wang's neck with his tongue."

"It's over, did you see, Mr. Zhang described it above, this fat man is definitely over."

(is the money good)

"Did you see that Fatty Wang's face turned ashen?"

"It won't be suffocating! Mr. Zhang said how to save it."

The man looked at it carefully again, and confirmed again and again.

"did not say."

At this time, a passerby said.

"I feel like I should be able to save it."

"What's the basis, the basis? It's that this Fatty Wang can draw danger every time he goes to the tomb."

"That's true. In Mr. Zhang's book, Fatty Wang is the luckiest."

Suddenly someone interrupted.

"Let me tell you a secret."

"When Mr. Zhang was telling a story today, he heard that Lord Belle died!"

"Why is Lord Belle dead? Robbing wealth or robbery!"

The man blurted out.

"Wu Zuo said that the housekeeper died. Wu Zuo said it was this matter or the blood hole that was only a few hairs thick."

"Such a small hole, shouldn't it die?"

As small as a hair strand, it is not the size of the pores in comparison. ,

So how could it be possible to die?

"Brother, you are not lying to us, are you?"

"What! I will lie to you? If you don't believe me, let's go to the prince's mansion now. Bailing is hung up.".

Chapter 180 IX This Turns Out to Be a Real Dragon Vein!

"I wipe it, is it true or not?"

"What about Lord Baylor, didn't you just say that the housekeeper died?"

The man quickly lowered his voice and said.

"Master Baylor is even more strange. I can clearly see that Lord Baylor's eyes can move, even if he can't speak, he can't move his body, but he was put into the coffin just like that."

"Hiss! There are hidden weapons like strands of hair in this big capital?"

"The point is that such a small wound shouldn't be fatal."

"Could it be Mr. Zhang?"

When a fan of Zhang Chen next to him heard this, he immediately became grumpy.

"Old Guai, don't you fucking fart here! Mr. Zhang will kill people like this?"

"That's right, even if Mr. Zhang kills, he kills directly, not to mention killing the family almost every time. How could he kill two?"

Everyone agrees with this statement.