Simultaneous travel: I have forged an immortal name in the heavens

Chapter 33 [A walk through the gates of hell]

Yang An stroked the business card and asked tentatively.

"Is it really such a coincidence, Mr. Lei?"

Uncle Ming: "Pah! Look, it's such a coincidence~"

Seeing the fifty-year-old in front of him smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum, Uncle Ming's attitude is genuine.

He spoke as if it were a fact.

"My daughter was with me just now. She saw you as soon as she got on the train in Beijing." Uncle Ming explained.

"You don't know, your poster is still in her room, otherwise I wouldn't have recognized you."

"But my daughter is too shy. Where is Ah Xiang? Where did she go?"

Uncle Ming turned and asked the bodyguard Peter.

"Boss, Ah Xiang is not here. I may feel embarrassed, so I'll go back first." said the loyal bodyguard at the side.

"Hey, Mr. Yang, I'm really sorry about this~haha"

"Hahaha"

Yang An responded with an awkward but polite smile.

I dug a three-bedroom apartment with my toes! Is this what it feels like to be blocked by readers when writing a novel?

I want to die.

Yang An originally wanted to earn his first pot of gold.

He plagiarized the idea of ​​a female author who had been expelled from the author group and wrote the Harry Potter masterpiece twenty years ahead of schedule.

He quickly became the youngest and most popular Chinese writer at that time.

With this classic novel and his relatively handsome face, Yang An successfully achieved financial freedom.

It turns out that handsome guys are popular everywhere.

Later, Yang An invested in some other companies and was ranked 80th on the rich list.

From then on, I stopped writing books.

Tsk, I wonder how many lonely female fans wrote to him.

But what I didn’t expect was that Uncle Ming’s daughter was also his fan—could she be the girl in the red dress just now?

Although Yang An felt like he was punching cotton, he still nodded patiently: "Okay, where should I sign?"

"Hey, this one."

Uncle Ming was about to talk about his daughter, but then he remembered that the girl had run away and felt a little embarrassed: "Peter, go call Ah Xiang~ Ask Ah Xiang and Shuya to come over, tell them to hurry up."

It seemed that Lei Xianming doted on his daughter very much. He then looked at Yang An and apologized, "Please wait a moment."

"Okay, boss." Peter nodded, then glanced at Yang An before leaving.

He can beat ten of these pretty boys.

Now, the two of them stood together staring at each other.

Yang An didn't believe it at all. He thought Uncle Ming came to him just to ask for his autograph.

But, no matter what.

Today is definitely his lucky day.

Because Uncle Ming has a treasure map that he needs, no, it should be said that it is a map.

You must know that getting the Zhuochen Pearl cannot lift the curse. The so-called lifting of the curse means closing the opened ghost cave again.

The Zagrama clan did not find a solution.

Before the Zagrama clan, there was actually someone else who first discovered the ghost cave.

They are called the Guidong Clan and are the ancestors of the Demon Kingdom.

They successfully found the Zhuchen Pearl, also known as the Snake God's Eye, from the Ghost Cave, and discovered a way to open and close the imaginary space.

Later, they took the Zhuochen Pearl to the Kunlun Mountains and established the Demon Kingdom.

It is ruled by the Ghost Mother of the Demon Kingdom. Doesn’t it sound familiar? Because the Demon Kingdom is the ancestor of the Jingjue Kingdom.

At the same time, the Demon Kingdom also possesses extraordinary powers.

Although the Demon Kingdom was destroyed, the Demon Kingdom's altar rituals were still running and the imaginary space was still open, so the iron elements in Yang An and others' bodies were sucked away.

I want to remove the curse on me.

After obtaining the Zhuochen Pearl, they must go to Kunlun Mountain, find the place for sacrifice, and close the altar.

But the altar is buried deep underground, deep in the Kunlun Mountains, and we want to find its location.

The only way to find it is through the map that records the location of the Nine-story Demon Tower, the tomb of the first generation of Demon Mother. This map should have been sold to Uncle Ming by a foreign museum around the time when Hu Bayi and his friends came out of the Tomb of King Xian, hoping that he would pour out the glacier crystal corpse of the Demon Mother.

But Yang An estimated that his appearance still affected some of their fate.

The agent he entrusted told him that the map had been bought in advance by a Hong Kong man a month ago, when the archaeological team was still struggling in the Taklamakan Desert.

It was none other than Lei Xianming, who came from a family of corpse carriers.

Yang An originally planned to find the Zhuchen Pearl first and then go to Hong Kong to find the other party.

But I didn't expect that Lei Xianming would come to me on his own initiative.

It is said that there is no place to be found if you step through iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

Really.

Yang An himself began to doubt whether he was really blessed by the prophet, otherwise how could his luck be so good.

I will meet Uncle Ming here.

No matter what, Yang An had to get the map in his hand.

And Uncle Ming soon revealed his true colors and started to get close to Yang An.

"Mr. Yang, are you traveling or collecting folk songs this time?"

"Let's travel, what about Mr. Lei?"

Yang An smiled, and a drop of blood silently split out from his lowered hand.

He was just about to slap Uncle Ming in the mouth and then immediately control him. By then, it would be clear whether he had any ill intentions or what he was doing in Nanyun.

He had no mood to waste time with such an old-fashioned person.

However, he didn't expect that the door of the private room blocked by Uncle Ming's fat body was suddenly opened.

The fat man's big face was revealed, just in time to meet Yang An's eyes.

Three black lines appeared on Yang An’s forehead.

Chao, Fatty!

It seems that Uncle Ming is lucky and is not destined to die.

"Hey, Master Yang, why are you so slow? I've already finished eating and was just thinking of calling you."

Having said that, the door of this box is not very soundproof. The conversation between Yang An and Uncle Ming just now was probably heard by Hu Bayi and the others in the box.

I'm here to support Yang An.

Sure enough, the fat man was talking to Yang An, but he looked like Uncle Ming who was blocking the door.

"Who is this? Your friend, Master Yang?"

"Oh, hello brother, I am a fan of Mr. Yang's books, a fan of his books."

Lei Xianming said.

Seeing Yang An walking into the box, he squeezed in as well.

His purpose of looking for Yang An was naturally not that simple, but it did not involve conspiracy.

Most of what I just said is true.

He had never read any novels. It was his goddaughter A Xiang who recognized Yang An at the station.

After asking some boring questions, Lei Xianming learned that the young man was actually an American billionaire.

He was a well-known writer before. It was said that more people had read his books than anyone else in Hong Kong. Later, he became a financial entrepreneur and his career was booming.

Lei Xianming thought that it would be a good idea if he could make friends with such an important figure.

The other is his mistress Han Shuya.

She deals in antiques in the capital.

According to her, she also knew the two henchmen around the billionaire, who were said to be in the tomb-robbing business.

Lei Xianming was even more curious about what this young billionaire was going to do.

With the intention of making friends and finding out some information, he asked his bodyguard to see which box the billionaire was in.

Just now, when Lei Xianming knew that Peter had been discovered, he thought to himself that he should offend others before making good friends with them.

He simply called Ah Xiang and came over under the pretext of asking for her autograph.

Now that I'm here, why would I leave?

It’s a pity that Lei Xianming didn’t know that he had just walked around the gates of hell.

At this moment, he felt a chill on his back, but he didn't take it seriously.

(End of this chapter)