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I quickly asked: "What?"

Nanza said: "The old man wrote a book and left a piece of armor."

I asked again: "Isn't the old man uneducated?"

Nanza replied: "This book was not written by him. He can perform shadow puppets and has a friend in the county cultural team. It was this friend who introduced me to the county cultural team that year. This friend specializes in collecting folk anecdotes. The old man had a good relationship with him. The two of them often drank and bragged, and the old man told him about Landuo Snow Mountain and asked him to record it."

"This friend wrote the whole process and put it into a booklet. I have seen it before, and there are some pictures in it. This friend kept it as a story in his home collection, and he didn't have to publish it. However, It's been so many years since the incident happened, and I don't know if he threw the book away."

My heart suddenly beat wildly.

Even if Qubi was alive, given his 80-year-old age, it would be impossible for him to lead the way back to Landuo Snow Mountain.

When we come this time, we have actually set the highest goal in our hearts, which is to assume that Qubi is still alive and can learn the specific route to Landuo Snow Mountain from his mouth, and then we will find a young and strong guide to go up.

Although Qubi has passed away now, his habit of bragging was even recorded in a book. In fact, this is not much different from being alive. Moreover, based on his age at the time, it is more than what he has lived to this day. The narrative is definitely clearer and more accurate. As long as we find this book, we can basically achieve our goals.

Willows and flowers brighten another village!
I suppressed the excitement in my heart: "What are armor plates?"

Nanza said: "Dragon scales."

Fatty Xiao asked: "What the hell?!"

Nanza said: "Don't get excited! My old man said that those things were scales he tore off when he fought with a three-headed, six-armed, multi-eyed monster. He also said that the ghost turned into a dragon, which means that he had killed A dragon died and a piece of dragon scale was taken."

"He's actually talking nonsense! When a dog chased him at home, he was so scared that he pooped in his crotch. How could that crap thing be dragon scales? Maybe he just picked up a random thing so that he could brag. Anyway, No one knows whether it’s true or false.”

I asked, "Have you seen that thing?"

Nanza said, "I've seen it before. It's black and half the size of a palm. Who knows what it is."

I said, "What is the name of your old man's friend and where is he now?"

Nanza replied: "I call him Old Man Jiang. He retired from the cultural team a long time ago, and his wife died early. He lives alone in the next county, collecting books and waste paper for a living. He is now over 70."

It is not too late.

We can't wait any longer.

"Let's go now! Take us to find Old Man Jiang!"

Nanza's eyes widened: "What are you doing with him?"

Fatty Xiao replied: "Looking for books and dragon scales."

Nanza frowned and said, "Old Jiang is a bit demented. It's been more than ten years, and he definitely can't find anything."

Xiaozhu said: "Don't worry about this, just take us there."

Nanza looked at us, his eyes rolling, but he didn't move.

Fatty Xiao saw this and asked, "Do you want to revolt?"

Nanza said with a sad face: "Boss, I have done everything I have to do and said what I have to say. It is not impossible to take you to see Old Man Jiang. Can you give me the CD first..."

This is a matter of conditions.

Fatty Xiao said angrily: "It seems you still want to revolt!"

Shabo raised his big fist.

When Nanza saw this, he was so frightened that he trembled: "Don't fight, don't fight! I'll take you there!" We left the hotel.

Get ready to take a taxi when you go out.

Renxi is a small place, and it was getting late, so it was difficult to take a taxi. After waiting for a long time, no taxi passed by.

Fatty Xiao patted Nanza on the shoulder: "Go get the car!"

Nanza said: "Boss, how can I get a car..."

Fatty Xiao's eyes bulged: "You're a local coward, and you told me that you can't get a car?!"

Nanza saw Fatty Xiao's appearance and was helpless, so he had no choice but to take us to get a car.

I originally thought that he would call the tea house's car, but this guy wandered around on the road and came to the door of a grocery store.

"Boss lady! Come out!"

A lady boss who was still charming came out. When she saw Nanza, she picked up the broom next to her and hit him.

"You're the one who's been stabbed a thousand times! No matter how many times I've gone to the tea house to look for you, I can't find you. I heard that you've found a few more lovers. I hope I won't beat you until you crawl today!"

Nanza was so frightened that he quickly took two steps back, took out a stack of money from his wallet, and shook it twice.

"Fight! If you dare, fight!"

When the lady boss saw the money, she immediately put down her broom and took the money over.

"Death! Are you going to stay here with me tonight?"

Nanza looked embarrassed: "I don't have time! Bring your van and use it!"

The landlady rolled her eyes and threw the car keys to Nanza: "Bring them back soon!"

Nanza took the keys, started the van, and took us to the next county.

Fatty Xiao asked: "Boss Nan, what does the boss lady have to do with you?"

Nanza drove the car and sniffed: "It's just a roommate! What else does it have to do with it?"

"I don't live here usually. I come back to visit Zhuangzi occasionally. There is no place to play at night, and she doesn't have a haba, so I sleep at her house. It's cleaner and safer than a hair salon. This doesn't mean anything. I used to perform in shadow puppet shows. There are theater fans who take the initiative to get under my bed, so I don’t want too many women around me..."

Fatty Xiao gave a thumbs up: "Successful people!"

Nanza replied: "Thank you. Those who play art are just more emotional."

Depend on!
He really did it.

The car drove all the way to the next county town.

The concept of the difficult road to Shu.

I finally learned the lesson.

It was only a hundred kilometers away and took four or five hours on winding mountain roads.

It was already dawn when we arrived in the next county town. (End of chapter)