Infinite Puzzle City

Chapter 246: Treasures Brought Back from the Deep of the Mysterious City

In the central area of Guling Street, there is an antique octagonal teahouse built right in the middle of the Shili intersection.

According to the standards of doing business, this is a standard Feng Shui treasure land with gold corners and silver edges.

What's more, this place is Guling Street, which is a good place where every inch of land is worth a lot of money.

There is a plaque hanging on the door of this teahouse, on which are written four big characters: [Changchun Guild Hall]

Unlike Penglai Tower, it is high-end and classy.

The door of the teahouse was open. Walking inside, there were four round columns in the hall, which led directly to the roof beams. Above was an octagonal dome with carved beams and painted pillars.

In the middle is a huge stage, where storytelling, opera, and crosstalk are performed on weekdays.

There is a square table under the stage, with tea, fruit plates, and snacks. There are waiters serving on both sides. Just ask if you need anything.

Even the teapot in the waiter's hand was different. The spout was long and thin, more than one meter long. This teapot was called a long-spouted teapot.

Some teahouses in Sichuan still exist.

"Waiter, add more tea!" someone shouted from the lobby, and a waiter came forward with a teapot.

The huge teapot is filled with boiling hot water.

The waiter holds the pot in one hand and walks like a lotus, just like Xiang Zhuang dancing with a sword and holding a pipa in his hand.

The spout of the pot extended along the arm, and a stream of clear water fell down.

The process of pouring water is light, continuous, round, soft and flowing in an instant.

The flipping and moving of the machine is a sight to behold, with boiling water flowing through the long spout, and the water's optimal temperature changing, making it just right for making tea.

This set of moves has a name in tea art, called "Eighteen Moves of the Flying Dragon."

In some places, it is simply called Kung Fu tea.

"How's the investigation going?!"

In the small private room on the attic, a group of people quietly walked in and stood at the door without saying a word, waiting only for the owner of the couch to speak. Then they said, "We have almost finished the investigation. The man that Master Shou wanted to kill before he died was pretending to be a corpse craftsman from decades ago. We checked the household registration files and found that this old man has been deregistered. His children disappeared many years ago and were reported dead according to the procedures. Now he has only one grandson named Xiao Ran."

After saying that, he looked up at the figure on the couch and continued, "This person is now in Luo City, running a funeral shop. He occasionally sews up corpses to make some extra money, but Luo City is a place where our people cannot interfere, so he came back to ask for instructions from the head of the meeting."

"Los Angeles..."

The figure on the couch slowly sat up, picked up the teacup at hand and blew on it gently, and the fragrance of the tea inside gushed out.

"Forget it. If Zhong Yi goes crazy, no one can handle her. It's not worth it to provoke her at this time."

When several people heard this, they were visibly relieved.

Obviously no one wants to offend this supervisor.

If it were any other supervisor, they would have given it a try and the worst that could have happened was they would have been shot dead on the spot.

But if it were Zhong Yi, they really wouldn't have the courage to challenge this supervisor.

There was once a big fool who fell into Zhong Yi's hands. Later, Changchun Association reached some kind of cooperation with the company and released him.

When the fool woke up, he had gone crazy.

He was trapped in a dream by Zhong Yi.

He was experiencing a miserable life in his dreams all the time. His wife and children were separated, his entire family was killed, he died alone, and countless tragic life stories were played out one after another. Finally, he died of old age. When he opened his eyes, he found that he had only dreamed.

But this is just the beginning of another dream.

Until the end, even though Zhong Yi had ended this guy's dream, he still firmly believed that he was still living in the dream world.

Therefore, if you fall into the hands of someone you like, you can't even commit suicide. Maybe after you cut your neck with a knife, you will open your eyes in a new dream in the next second.

Pain is limited, but dreams are infinite.

Even if one suffers a fatal injury, the time from when the heart stops beating to when the brain dies is enough for a person to die thousands of times in his or her dream.

So when they heard that the leader in front of them did not intend to pursue the matter further, everyone's first reaction was to quietly breathe a sigh of relief.

Only after several people walked out of the box did a sigh come from the couch.

Soon a sign appeared in his hand.

"Go ahead. Huang Jinye is from the Central China region, so it will be more convenient for him to take action."

As the sign was handed out, Shadow slowly stretched out a hand: "Do you only need the Golden Leaf? I remember that Hongqiqu is also from the Central China District."

"Hongqiqu's profession and personality are not suitable. If that guy was only a D-level, there would be no need to make such a big fuss."

"it is good!"

As the sign was taken away, the box became quiet.

At the same time, on the other side, Xiao Ran couldn't help but sneeze and rubbed his nose.

I just thought I had caught a cold after staying in the cold storage all night. After parking the shared bike, Xiao Ran looked around and saw the elderly people talking and laughing in front of Guanlin Temple. I knew that Lu Cheng should have finished get off work by now.

After all, these uncles and aunts are very busy. School is about to end, and instead of going home to cook, they have to pick up and drop off their grandchildren.

Xiao Ran walked quickly inside carrying a plastic bag containing roast chicken.

The young monk who was collecting tickets in front of the door had seen Xiao Ran and knew that he was related to the bald-headed master, so he didn't stop him from walking in.

Of course, the most important thing is that I cheated Xiao Ran last time and was taught a lesson. I know that this kid is a ruthless person, and I don’t want to get into trouble for no reason.

Xiao Ran walked along the path to the cypress forest on the side, and saw Lu Chenggang, dressed in a theatrical costume, walking off the stage.

“Brother Lu!!”

Xiao Ran waved towards Lu Cheng. After seeing Xiao Ran, Lu Cheng nodded at him and quickly walked into the backstage to remove his makeup.

At this time, Lu Cheng was wearing formal theatrical costumes, with a mask painted on his face and a dot on the left side of his cheek, indicating that he was playing the role of Guan Gong. According to the rules of the troupe, he was not allowed to talk to others without removing his makeup.

You have to remove your makeup, bow to your clothes a few times, and finally wipe off your facial mask with a basin of clean water. Only after completing this whole process can the work be considered truly finished.

This is not just a rule of a particular troupe, but the rule of the entire Hongdan industry, whether it is Peking Opera or Henan Opera.

To say that this is feudal superstition is not entirely true.

I often walk by the river, so how can I not wet my shoes?

You may not care about outsiders, but if they don't follow the rules and lose respect for their food, they won't be able to eat for long.

After a while, Lu Cheng finished removing her makeup and came over with a smile. As soon as they met, she couldn't help but complain, "Why did you come just now? I sent you messages during this period but you didn't reply. I thought you were in trouble."

Lu Cheng is tall and strong, and he has been playing the role of Guan Gong for many years. Even if he stands there without wearing a costume or a mask, he gives people a sense of awe-inspiring power.

But when he really opens his mouth, one can feel Lu Cheng's genuine simplicity.

"Sorry, I'm away on some business, and there's no signal there."

Xiao Ran didn't know for a moment whether he should tell Lu Cheng about the mystery city. He was not sure whether Lu Cheng was ready, so he didn't want to explain these things to him in detail for the time being.

"Oh, well, you're here. Come with me. I have something good for you!"

"nice one??"

Xiao Ran still didn't understand. Lu Cheng stayed in the Guandi Temple every day, never leaving the main gate. How could he have any good things?
But Lu Cheng just pulled Xiao Ran forward without saying anything.

After passing through this cypress forest, you can see Guan Yu’s tomb.

That is a large earthen mound.

People all say that Guan Gong's head was buried here by Cao Cao, but it is hard to say whether it is true or not, but this mound is quite old.

Lu Cheng pulled Xiao Ran and walked behind the pile, where they saw an iron door.

Then he took out a bunch of keys to open the door.

Seeing this, Xiao Ran quickly grabbed Lu Cheng and asked, "No, why are you taking me to the grave for no reason?"

"It's not a grave." Lu Cheng said a little embarrassedly: "My dormitory."

It turned out that there was actually a cellar under the grave. Ordinary people were certainly not qualified to enter, but Lu Cheng was an exception. The bald old man didn't know how he talked to the people above, but this place became Lu Cheng's dormitory.

In the words of the bald old man, it is natural for Guandi's substitute to live in Guandi's tomb.

When Xiao Ran heard this, he suddenly understood. He stared at the iron gate and became curious. He had seen many graves, but this was his first time entering Guandi's tomb.

"Om~~"

The iron gate opened, Lu Cheng bent down and walked in front, and Xiao Ran followed behind.

The tunnel is not deep, and in fact it does not really go deep into the main tomb chamber.

It is neither damp nor wet inside, the walls are supported by blue bricks, and there are many stone carvings carved on them.

As he walked inside, the space gradually became wider. Although it was a bit small for Lu Cheng, he could still stand up straight.

It is warm in winter and cool in summer, and there are vents next to it, so living here will not make you feel depressed and stuffy.

But smoking here is definitely not allowed.

Lu Cheng motioned Xiao Ran to sit down first, then opened the box next to him, carefully took out a small box from it and handed it to Xiao Ran.

"What's this??"

"Good stuff, did you see the message I sent you?"

"Looked."

"My friends took me out to play, and we found a big tree in the city. Wow, that tree was so big, and it ate people. I was not happy at the time and was about to chop it down, but my friends stopped me. As a result, the tree spit out a few fruits for us. I ate one, and it tasted okay. I brought the other one back for you to eat!"

As he spoke, the box was opened. Xiao Ran took a closer look and saw a fruit that looked like a tiger's head in the box. It had a tiger head and a tiger brain. Most importantly, it was still alive. When it saw Xiao Ran, it opened its mouth and made a low humming sound like a V8 engine...

(End of this chapter)