The Lost Tomb : Extras & Special Stories

(Extra Story: 2017 Chinese New Year Special) Chapter 3: Explode On The Spot

The Wu family's old house was a magical place. It was said that Seven Fingers had designed a total of nine doors back then, leaving only a single opening that was this old house. I found the key to all my experiences in it. The key I got at that time and the things I found with it propped up my whole plan.

In those ten years, it wasn't so much a plan of my own making as a culmination of mine, my grandfather's, and my Uncle Three's plan. The two-generation plan had reached its limit and I finally managed to complete the last step.

After I met Little Brother Zhang in my memory, I didn't hear any serious news about him. I didn't know what the three of them had experienced or how they got separated in the end, but now he was trying to use this key against me. He had obviously been out of touch for so many years.

I tried to hook my arm around his shoulder, but he immediately stepped out of reach. "I can touch you, but don't touch me. I have something to protect myself."

I looked at him as he was talking and saw a flash of scales at his neckline. I didn't know what it was, so I merely waved my hand and said to him, "For every lie the Zhang family has told, they had to make up ten more. I haven't bothered with this kind of trouble for a long time. I'm only taking Fatty to find a concrete block and chatting with you to give Black Glasses some face. I can give you a note if you want to see your patriarch, but don't use these underhanded tricks to mess with people."

Fatty dragged a stool over to sit down and helped me, "Brother, you're fucking embarrassing the both of us. Do you know what our nicknames are? The Zhang family's best friends. We'll give you a twenty percent discount since your surname is Zhang. Come on, be honest. What kind of tomb is it that you have to fool people to rob it?"

Little Brother Zhang raised his brow and looked at the two of us before turning to look at Black Glasses. No one could stand in the face of my three-pronged attack, so he smiled and said, "Since you know that I went to find the Bimo, do you know why I went to find him? Did he tell you the details?"

I really didn't know. In my memory, he and Poker-Face had gone deep into the jungle to look for the clues the Americans were looking for at that time. When the memory had ended, they had just found the destination, but I didn't know what that destination was. I wanted to open my mouth and bluff, but he already knew that I didn't know.

He sat back down and said to Black Glasses, "Your two friends are amazing at deceiving others. They've been to the fields, but don't have much first-hand knowledge. Get me some water and I'll talk to them carefully." He then looked at me and said, "You feel like you've seen and experienced almost everything. You feel like you've gone from heaven to earth. You think that I, a person who has suddenly appeared in this business, can't say anything that surprises you. You just came to see if I was joking, right?"

I tilted my head and looked at him while saying to myself, go on, keep gloating. I'll cooperate with you.

He held up a finger, "Have you seen that door?"

There was no denying that the veins on my forehead bulged. This sentence definitely surprised me a little. Although there were a lot of people still spreading things about what was under the Heavenly Palace—I had brought so many people with me, after all—I was still a little surprised when an outsider suddenly mentioned it.

Was Little Brother Zhang the one who accompanied Poker-Face to the door during one of those decades?

Little Brother Zhang had a strong ability to discern people's emotions and showed me an evil smile, "Ah, you have seen it. Well, congratulations. You're qualified to chat with me. Let me ask you, what's behind that bronze door? Have you ever been in?"