Chapter 2045
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I took a taxi and went straight to the express company. After layers of parcels, I mailed this old salt to captain Huang, and then sent him a message to help me keep it properly, and then I will get it back.
There are three things needed to subdue Dashan Taisui: double headed snake, old salt and gold lotus scale.
Li Mazi is in Chengdu. It's only a matter of time before he gets jinliangou. Old salt just got it. Now there's snake venom left. But for the moment, I have no clue.
After going out of the express company, I randomly picked a small street store and asked for a portion of Xi'an special snack, mutton soup and steamed bun, while eating and looking at my mobile phone.
There are still no valuable clues in the circle, but many people are very active to help me find them, and even some people pay a high price of 50 in case clues!
It seems that those people in Xi'an venue want to flatter me and do it specially.
I sent a message out: "thank you for your help. Old salt has been found. Now it's only two headed snake. If the information is reliable, I will offer 2 million yuan."
As soon as the news came out, it was followed by a big congratulation.
Most of these names, which I have never seen before, should be those guys in the meeting yesterday.
I'm too lazy to watch it. I just turn off my cell phone and eat at ease.
After filling my stomach, I wandered aimlessly in the street, and suddenly saw a banner hanging on the street, which immediately surprised me.
The content on the banner is nothing special. It's just a tearful sale. There are five days left!
Today is the 18th of July in the lunar calendar. There are only five days left before the ultimatum given to me by the death disciples.
When I was stupefied, a Uygur child with deep eyes and high nose ran to me and said, "here you are." He shook the envelope in my hand.
When I saw it, there were three words on the envelope: Zhang Jiulin.
Is this a message from someone?
Just as I was about to pick it up, the child shrank back again and held out his other hand and said, "10 yuan!"
I took out a piece of 100 yuan from my wallet and shook it. The child was very happy to come and get it.
I also drew back and said, "tell me what the man who gave you the envelope looks like, and this money is yours."
"Little sister, long hair, big eyes, very beautiful!" The child described it laboriously as he drew.
Long hair and big eyes, is this the girl who was sent the ultimatum of death to Yin Xinyue?
I was hesitating, but the child grabbed the money, threw down the envelope and ran away, as if I was afraid of repentance.
I looked left and right, and there was no one paying attention to me in the street, so I found a quiet place to open a letter.
There is a picture.
In the picture, there is a snake, a double headed snake, with green body. Two triangular snake heads, one on the left and one on the right, spit out the snake's letter and look around with great vigilance. The scenery nearby is a piece of yellow sand. Because the setting is too close, we can't tell where it is.
The top left corner of the photo has the time stamp of the camera. It was yesterday!
I turned to the back and looked at it. There was a line on it: assier.
What do you mean, assier?
Name of person or place?
I took out my mobile phone and checked it, which is a township of Tacheng, Xinjiang, close to the border of Kazakhstan.
This means someone found a double headed snake there?
But who is this man? Why don't you tell me directly, but in such a special and suspicious way.
Is this a trap? It's the trap that the disciples of the door God prepared for me.
Believe it or not?
Go, or not?
I held the envelope and hesitated.
At this time, I suddenly found that the envelope was postmarked, but the group of zip codes was very familiar: 15358
mm? Isn't this the number Gao Shenghan asked me to remember before leaving?
Did he deliver this letter to me?
I took out my mobile phone and inquired about the postcode of Tacheng District in Xinjiang, which has nothing to do with these figures.
It seems that this is by no means an accident. It must be Gao Shenghan's ghost. But even if it is inconvenient for him to meet me directly, there should be countless ways to inform me. Why do he have to be so mysterious?
Although I can't guess the mysterious medicine sold in his gourd, since it's the information Gao Shenghan gave me, I naturally have no worries.
I immediately took a taxi to the airport. With the last experience, I didn't go to the security checkpoint to line up this time. Instead, I went straight into the guard room and took out the "special pass" and handed it to the person with the highest rank.
The policeman was a little surprised to take a look, then immediately stood up and pointed to the opposite chair politely: "please wait a moment." With that, he hurriedly took out his cell phone and walked out to the door.It seems that he went to ask for instructions from his superiors. After all, this kind of certificate is extremely rare. He has never seen it before, and some of it can't distinguish the true from the false. It's a big deal to get on board without checking in. He can't be the master.
After a while, he came back: "please follow me."
I followed him out, he walked quickly a few steps close to me very respectfully asked in a low voice: "leadership, what instructions?"
"I'm going to Tacheng, Xinjiang. Please arrange the fastest flight for me."
"Good!" As he said this, he led me through the special passage, took out the phone and made two calls in a row.
One is to report to the superior and ask for coordination. The other is to call the airport aviation office for cooperation.
Five minutes later, I was already on the plane, and it was a special first-class flight!
This guy is not only more mature and steady than that policeman in Datong airport, but also has a high efficiency.
After getting off the plane and tossing and turning several times, I finally arrived at the village of assier at 3:00 p.m. the next day.
It's not much different from most towns in Xinjiang. There are few pedestrians and few shops on the street. That letter only led me here, and didn't tell me where to go next and who to look for.
Just then, a motorcycle stopped in front of me.
As soon as the rider lifted his helmet, a Uygur man with a red face and deep eyes showed up. He looked at me carefully and asked with some doubts, "dirty rescue handle?"
He saw me as if I didn't understand him, and he said again seriously, "mud and dirt rescue?"
This time, I finally understand that he is asking if I am Zhang Jiulin.
"Yes! I'm Zhang Jiulin
Once confirmed, the man stopped talking nonsense and waved directly to the back of the car to show me to sit up.
Now that I have come, I have nothing to fear. I just sit on it.
The motorcycle sped forward, with 789 numbers engraved on the stone beside it, which seems to be the number of this path.
Originally, I wanted to ask him something else, but the man kept silent all the time, just added enough horsepower and ran all the way.
Xinjiang has a large area, and a small town may be much larger than the municipalities directly under the central government in other provinces.
I ran for four or five hours without stopping for half a minute, which made my back a little bit sour, and I was still holding a bubble of urine. Just about to tell him to stop for a moment, he suddenly stopped the car.
Before I could ask, he pointed straight ahead.
I took a look in the direction he directed.
Not far ahead lay three or five camels. There was an old Uygur man with a white beard and a melon skin hat. He was leaning against the camel with his eyes half narrowed, and there was a smoking bag without a mouthful.
What does that mean?
Shall I change to camel?
This guy really can't ask me anything, so I just jumped down. Seeing no one around, I untied my belt to find a place, and then walked to the old man.
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I took a taxi and went straight to the express company. After layers of parcels, I mailed this old salt to captain Huang, and then sent him a message to help me keep it properly, and then I will get it back.
There are three things needed to subdue Dashan Taisui: double headed snake, old salt and gold lotus scale.
Li Mazi is in Chengdu. It's only a matter of time before he gets jinliangou. Old salt just got it. Now there's snake venom left. But for the moment, I have no clue.
After going out of the express company, I randomly picked a small street store and asked for a portion of Xi'an special snack, mutton soup and steamed bun, while eating and looking at my mobile phone.
There are still no valuable clues in the circle, but many people are very active to help me find them, and even some people pay a high price of 50 in case clues!
It seems that those people in Xi'an venue want to flatter me and do it specially.
I sent a message out: "thank you for your help. Old salt has been found. Now it's only two headed snake. If the information is reliable, I will offer 2 million yuan."
As soon as the news came out, it was followed by a big congratulation.
Most of these names, which I have never seen before, should be those guys in the meeting yesterday.
I'm too lazy to watch it. I just turn off my cell phone and eat at ease.
After filling my stomach, I wandered aimlessly in the street, and suddenly saw a banner hanging on the street, which immediately surprised me.
The content on the banner is nothing special. It's just a tearful sale. There are five days left!
Today is the 18th of July in the lunar calendar. There are only five days left before the ultimatum given to me by the death disciples.
When I was stupefied, a Uygur child with deep eyes and high nose ran to me and said, "here you are." He shook the envelope in my hand.
When I saw it, there were three words on the envelope: Zhang Jiulin.
Is this a message from someone?
Just as I was about to pick it up, the child shrank back again and held out his other hand and said, "10 yuan!"
I took out a piece of 100 yuan from my wallet and shook it. The child was very happy to come and get it.
I also drew back and said, "tell me what the man who gave you the envelope looks like, and this money is yours."
"Little sister, long hair, big eyes, very beautiful!" The child described it laboriously as he drew.
Long hair and big eyes, is this the girl who was sent the ultimatum of death to Yin Xinyue?
I was hesitating, but the child grabbed the money, threw down the envelope and ran away, as if I was afraid of repentance.
I looked left and right, and there was no one paying attention to me in the street, so I found a quiet place to open a letter.
There is a picture.
In the picture, there is a snake, a double headed snake, with green body. Two triangular snake heads, one on the left and one on the right, spit out the snake's letter and look around with great vigilance. The scenery nearby is a piece of yellow sand. Because the setting is too close, we can't tell where it is.
The top left corner of the photo has the time stamp of the camera. It was yesterday!
I turned to the back and looked at it. There was a line on it: assier.
What do you mean, assier?
Name of person or place?
I took out my mobile phone and checked it, which is a township of Tacheng, Xinjiang, close to the border of Kazakhstan.
This means someone found a double headed snake there?
But who is this man? Why don't you tell me directly, but in such a special and suspicious way.
Is this a trap? It's the trap that the disciples of the door God prepared for me.
Believe it or not?
Go, or not?
I held the envelope and hesitated.
At this time, I suddenly found that the envelope was postmarked, but the group of zip codes was very familiar: 15358
mm? Isn't this the number Gao Shenghan asked me to remember before leaving?
Did he deliver this letter to me?
I took out my mobile phone and inquired about the postcode of Tacheng District in Xinjiang, which has nothing to do with these figures.
It seems that this is by no means an accident. It must be Gao Shenghan's ghost. But even if it is inconvenient for him to meet me directly, there should be countless ways to inform me. Why do he have to be so mysterious?
Although I can't guess the mysterious medicine sold in his gourd, since it's the information Gao Shenghan gave me, I naturally have no worries.
I immediately took a taxi to the airport. With the last experience, I didn't go to the security checkpoint to line up this time. Instead, I went straight into the guard room and took out the "special pass" and handed it to the person with the highest rank.
The policeman was a little surprised to take a look, then immediately stood up and pointed to the opposite chair politely: "please wait a moment." With that, he hurriedly took out his cell phone and walked out to the door.It seems that he went to ask for instructions from his superiors. After all, this kind of certificate is extremely rare. He has never seen it before, and some of it can't distinguish the true from the false. It's a big deal to get on board without checking in. He can't be the master.
After a while, he came back: "please follow me."
I followed him out, he walked quickly a few steps close to me very respectfully asked in a low voice: "leadership, what instructions?"
"I'm going to Tacheng, Xinjiang. Please arrange the fastest flight for me."
"Good!" As he said this, he led me through the special passage, took out the phone and made two calls in a row.
One is to report to the superior and ask for coordination. The other is to call the airport aviation office for cooperation.
Five minutes later, I was already on the plane, and it was a special first-class flight!
This guy is not only more mature and steady than that policeman in Datong airport, but also has a high efficiency.
After getting off the plane and tossing and turning several times, I finally arrived at the village of assier at 3:00 p.m. the next day.
It's not much different from most towns in Xinjiang. There are few pedestrians and few shops on the street. That letter only led me here, and didn't tell me where to go next and who to look for.
Just then, a motorcycle stopped in front of me.
As soon as the rider lifted his helmet, a Uygur man with a red face and deep eyes showed up. He looked at me carefully and asked with some doubts, "dirty rescue handle?"
He saw me as if I didn't understand him, and he said again seriously, "mud and dirt rescue?"
This time, I finally understand that he is asking if I am Zhang Jiulin.
"Yes! I'm Zhang Jiulin
Once confirmed, the man stopped talking nonsense and waved directly to the back of the car to show me to sit up.
Now that I have come, I have nothing to fear. I just sit on it.
The motorcycle sped forward, with 789 numbers engraved on the stone beside it, which seems to be the number of this path.
Originally, I wanted to ask him something else, but the man kept silent all the time, just added enough horsepower and ran all the way.
Xinjiang has a large area, and a small town may be much larger than the municipalities directly under the central government in other provinces.
I ran for four or five hours without stopping for half a minute, which made my back a little bit sour, and I was still holding a bubble of urine. Just about to tell him to stop for a moment, he suddenly stopped the car.
Before I could ask, he pointed straight ahead.
I took a look in the direction he directed.
Not far ahead lay three or five camels. There was an old Uygur man with a white beard and a melon skin hat. He was leaning against the camel with his eyes half narrowed, and there was a smoking bag without a mouthful.
What does that mean?
Shall I change to camel?
This guy really can't ask me anything, so I just jumped down. Seeing no one around, I untied my belt to find a place, and then walked to the old man.
I took a taxi and went straight to the express company. After layers of parcels, I mailed this old salt to captain Huang, and then sent him a message to help me keep it properly, and then I will get it back. There are three things needed to subdue Dashan Taisui: double headed snake, old salt and gold lotus scale. Li Mazi is in Chengdu. It's only a matter of time before he gets jinliangou. Old salt just got it. Now there's snake venom left. But for the moment, I have no clue. After going out of the express company, I randomly picked a small street store and asked for a portion of Xi'an special snack, mutton soup and steamed bun, while eating and looking at my mobile phone. There are still no valuable clues in the circle, but many people are very active to help me find them, and even some people pay a high price of 50 in case clues! It seems that those people in Xi'an venue want to flatter me and do it specially. I sent a message out: "thank you for your help. Old salt has been found. Now it's only two headed snake. If the information is reliable, I will offer 2 million yuan." As soon as the news came out, it was followed by a big congratulation. Most of these names, which I have never seen before, should be those guys in the meeting yesterday. I'm too lazy to watch it. I just turn off my cell phone and eat at ease. After filling my stomach, I wandered aimlessly in the street, and suddenly saw a banner hanging on the street, which immediately surprised me. The content on the banner is nothing special. It's just a tearful sale. There are five days left! Today is the 18th of July in the lunar calendar. There are only five days left before the ultimatum given to me by the death disciples. When I was stupefied, a Uygur child with deep eyes and high nose ran to me and said, "here you are." He shook the envelope in my hand. When I saw it, there were three words on the envelope: Zhang Jiulin. Is this a message from someone? Just as I was about to pick it up, the child shrank back again and held out his other hand and said, "10 yuan!" I took out a piece of 100 yuan from my wallet and shook it. The child was very happy to come and get it. I also drew back and said, "tell me what the man who gave you the envelope looks like, and this money is yours." "Little sister, long hair, big eyes, very beautiful!" The child described it laboriously as he drew. Long hair and big eyes, is this the girl who was sent the ultimatum of death to Yin Xinyue? I was hesitating, but the child grabbed the money, threw down the envelope and ran away, as if I was afraid of repentance. I looked left and right, and there was no one paying attention to me in the street, so I found a quiet place to open a letter. There is a picture. In the picture, there is a snake, a double headed snake, with green body. Two triangular snake heads, one on the left and one on the right, spit out the snake's letter and look around with great vigilance. The scenery nearby is a piece of yellow sand. Because the setting is too close, we can't tell where it is. The top left corner of the photo has the time stamp of the camera. It was yesterday! I turned to the back and looked at it. There was a line on it: assier. What do you mean, assier? Name of person or place? I took out my mobile phone and checked it, which is a township of Tacheng, Xinjiang, close to the border of Kazakhstan. This means someone found a double headed snake there? But who is this man? Why don't you tell me directly, but in such a special and suspicious way. Is this a trap? It's the trap that the disciples of the door God prepared for me. Believe it or not? Go, or not? I held the envelope and hesitated. At this time, I suddenly found that the envelope was postmarked, but the group of zip codes was very familiar: 15358mm? Isn't this the number Gao Shenghan asked me to remember before leaving? Did he deliver this letter to me? I took out my mobile phone and inquired about the postcode of Tacheng District in Xinjiang, which has nothing to do with these figures. It seems that this is by no means an accident. It must be Gao Shenghan's ghost. But even if it is inconvenient for him to meet me directly, there should be countless ways to inform me. Why do he have to be so mysterious? Although I can't guess the mysterious medicine sold in his gourd, since it's the information Gao Shenghan gave me, I naturally have no worries. I immediately took a taxi to the airport. With the last experience, I didn't go to the security checkpoint to line up this time. Instead, I went straight into the guard room and took out the "special pass" and handed it to the person with the highest rank. The policeman was a little surprised to take a look, then immediately stood up and pointed to the opposite chair politely: "please wait a moment." With that, he hurriedly took out his cell phone and walked out to the door.It seems that he went to ask for instructions from his superiors. After all, this kind of certificate is extremely rare. He has never seen it before, and some of it can't distinguish the true from the false. It's a big deal to get on board without checking in. He can't be the master. After a while, he came back: "please follow me." I followed him out, he walked quickly a few steps close to me very respectfully asked in a low voice: "leadership, what instructions?" "I'm going to Tacheng, Xinjiang. Please arrange the fastest flight for me." "Good!" As he said this, he led me through the special passage, took out the phone and made two calls in a row. One is to report to the superior and ask for coordination. The other is to call the airport aviation office for cooperation. Five minutes later, I was already on the plane, and it was a special first-class flight! This guy is not only more mature and steady than that policeman in Datong airport, but also has a high efficiency. After getting off the plane and tossing and turning several times, I finally arrived at the village of assier at 3:00 p.m. the next day. It's not much different from most towns in Xinjiang. There are few pedestrians and few shops on the street. That letter only led me here, and didn't tell me where to go next and who to look for. Just then, a motorcycle stopped in front of me. As soon as the rider lifted his helmet, a Uygur man with a red face and deep eyes showed up. He looked at me carefully and asked with some doubts, "dirty rescue handle?" He saw me as if I didn't understand him, and he said again seriously, "mud and dirt rescue?" This time, I finally understand that he is asking if I am Zhang Jiulin. "Yes! I'm Zhang Jiulin Once confirmed, the man stopped talking nonsense and waved directly to the back of the car to show me to sit up. Now that I have come, I have nothing to fear. I just sit on it. The motorcycle sped forward, with 789 numbers engraved on the stone beside it, which seems to be the number of this path. Originally, I wanted to ask him something else, but the man kept silent all the time, just added enough horsepower and ran all the way. Xinjiang has a large area, and a small town may be much larger than the municipalities directly under the central government in other provinces. I ran for four or five hours without stopping for half a minute, which made my back a little bit sour, and I was still holding a bubble of urine. Just about to tell him to stop for a moment, he suddenly stopped the car. Before I could ask, he pointed straight ahead. I took a look in the direction he directed. Not far ahead lay three or five camels. There was an old Uygur man with a white beard and a melon skin hat. He was leaning against the camel with his eyes half narrowed, and there was a smoking bag without a mouthful. What does that mean? Shall I change to camel? This guy really can't ask me anything, so I just jumped down. Seeing no one around, I untied my belt to find a place, and then walked to the old man.
