This needle looked ordinary, but it actually had a great background.
Ever since the Hong clan was founded, there were a total of 1027 of them, and the patterns carved on each of them were different.
This thousand-hung chest was made of soft oil. Every Red Clan member would take one from it and leave a mark on the mud.
Even if it died outside, the needle would eventually return to its original place.
This kind of needle was extremely special, and outsiders could not replicate it.
In other words, each of the pins represented a member of the Hong family.
This was also why Old Dog Wu and Tiezui Qi had such a strange reaction when they found the needle in the corpse in the stone coffin.
Er Yue Hong scanned the box.
Other than the one he had on him, there were still a few empty spaces.
The Hong family had passed down their ultimate technique, and in recent times, there had been very few people who died in the tomb. Even if there were some who died, the needle could be retrieved in the end.
The only time was decades ago.
The elders of the Hong family went into the forest of Laolong Ridge near Xiangxi, but they never came out.
Looking at it now, February Red was 90% sure that the needle was left behind by them.
Thinking of this, he could not help but sigh.
His gaze fell on the middle finger of his left hand, where he also wore a needle.
However, there was a daffodil carved on the top.
Under the illumination of the oil lamp, it flickered with a metallic luster.
After looking at it for a moment, Er Yuehong turned around and walked towards the deepest corner of the secret chamber.
There was a model made of straw.
It was built by his father himself. Every time he returned from Old Cage Ridge, his father would add some more to the model.
Er Yuehong had asked several times, but his father had always kept his mouth shut.
The last time he returned from Old Cage Ridge, his father went into the secret chamber alone and burned all the information about the ancient tomb.
Only this model was left.
And a sentence.
'Starting from him, the descendants of the Hong family are not allowed to take half a step into the Old Cage Ridge.'
He knew that his father must have discovered something in the end, but unfortunately, he did not know this secret until his death.
This was also the reason why when Adjutant Zhang tossed him the thimble, Er Yue Hong had rejected it immediately.
He had already recognized the origin of the Thimble.
It was just that he did not want to talk about that past, so he would not go down to the tomb to investigate and avoid it.
However, he knew that with Lord Zhang's ability, he would find some clues from those clues sooner or later.
The old nine sects were like brothers. He did not want to see them die or be injured, so he vaguely reminded Deputy Zhang before he left.
As for whether Zhang Qishan would listen to his advice, Eryue Hong could not say for sure.
However, based on his understanding of Lord Zeng, he would definitely investigate the matter of the ghost chariot coffin to the end.
At the thought of this, a hint of struggle flashed across Er Yuehong's clear eyes…but after a long silence, he still left the secret chamber with the oil lamp.
……
Second Master didn't agree?"
At the train station.
The few of them finally saw Deputy Zhang return, but the news he brought back was not satisfactory.
Zhang Qishan frowned.
He seemed to want to say something, but after hesitating for a while, he finally gave up the idea of personally inviting someone.
He knew that although February Red was born in a troupe and seemed to have a weak personality, she was actually more competitive than anyone else. Once she had made up her mind, it was difficult to turn back.
Even if he went there personally, the final result would not change.
"If Second Master doesn't come, the trail of asphalt will be cut off.”
Qi Tiezui looked worried.
He had thought that he could get some information from Er Yue Hong with the help of the needle. Even if he couldn't find the person behind the scenes, he could at least find out where the ghost carriage that had suddenly entered Changsha City came from.
Right now, he only felt that his heart was filled with a myriad of thoughts, like a mess that was twisted in one place, and there was no way to sort it out.
Zhang Qishan was the same. A deep mark appeared on his tightly furrowed brows.
For the first time, he felt a sense of helplessness.
"Don't we still have that dragon bone? Find someone who can read the ancient words on it and decipher it. We'll just have to spend a little more time and we'll be able to find something.”
Seeing that the two of them were silent, Old Dog Wu raised his eyebrows and pointed at the dragon bone on the table.
The corpse had dragon bones in its mouth, so it was definitely extraordinary.
"Fifth Lord, there are only a few people in this world who understand the Dragon Bone Language. I know of an old gentleman who is currently living in seclusion in the north. It is not an easy matter to invite him over.”
The north?
Hearing Qi Tiezui's words, Old Dog Wu immediately shut his mouth in embarrassment.
However, war had already broken out in the north. Warlords fought each other all year round, and many people fled their families to avoid the war.
Even though he had never been to the north, he had heard about the current situation there from the people who had fled.
It was not an exaggeration to say that there were nine out of ten rooms.
At this time, going to the north from Changsha City to find a person was no different from finding a needle in a haystack. The danger was indescribable.
Qi Tiexui had thought of this route before.
It was just that the effort he put in might not be rewarded.
"Actually…there is another clue that might have been overlooked.”
"What?"
Upon hearing this, Iron Mouth Zhang Qi and Old Dog Wu raised their heads almost at the same time and looked at Feng Bai with anticipation.
From the moment he appeared until now, Feng Bai had always been silent.
After all, this was his first time in Changsha City, and he wasn't very familiar with Old Nine Gates.
The more he said, the more he would lose. If he said too much rashly, he would definitely reveal his flaws in front of these three old foxes who had been in the martial arts world for many years.
Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Feng Bai did not delay any longer and pointed at the train.
"I've observed all the corpses on the ghost chariot. All of them were lying face down on the ground, even the one in the stone coffin.”
"One more thing. The bodies have black skin and many webs on them. They should have died from some kind of poisonous insect.”
"Only the one at the front of the car was face-up and died from hanging.”
After listening to his analysis, the three of them frowned as if they were recalling the scene they had seen on the train.
But soon, the confusion on their faces was replaced by surprise.
"Little brother is right. Perhaps the crux of the problem…lies in that corpse.”
Zhang Qishan reacted the fastest.
His personality and style of doing things were the same. He had always been as fierce as the wind.
After thinking this through, he immediately waved at Deputy Zhang, who was standing not far away.
"Go, get someone to unload that corpse.”
"Yes, Lord Zeng!"
Adjutant Zhang nodded and quickly left.
However, the moment he turned around, his gaze swept across Feng Bai's body with a hint of bewilderment.
The guards were very fast. Within a few minutes, they had moved the body down and placed it on a wooden board on the platform.
The person seemed to have been dead for a long time, but his weasel-like eyes were still open, but the pupils were turbid.
The few of them walked forward. Zhang Qishan squatted down and was about to take a closer look.
The dead man's eyes suddenly turned and stared straight at him.
"He's still alive?"
Deputy Zhang was shocked. He pulled out his pistol with a bang, his expression terrifying.
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