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Chapter 43 - The Lost Tomb Chapter 15 Fatty

Although I was a little surprised, I had already guessed this possibility. Among the people who came out of Prince Lu's Palace, Da Kui was dead, Third Uncle and Pan Zi were unconscious, and Men Youping was already on the boat. Only me and the fat man were left. This organization must have made preparations for both situations. I guess their first choice might be the fat man, and maybe something went wrong in the end, so they brought me here temporarily.

 

The boat did not slow down when it arrived at the dock. The fat man had gained weight in the past few days, but he was still very agile. He jumped onto the boat and ran forward a few times before he stopped. When he saw me, he laughed happily: "Little comrade, you are here too. It seems that our Miss Aning is still very prestigious."

 

The woman forced a smile at him, and it seemed that they were somewhat familiar with each other. My opinion of this fat man has always been mixed, and I don't know whether I should be happy or sad about his arrival. However, when I think of his actions in the Prince of Lu's palace, which almost killed me several times, I can't help but feel a headache.

 

He threw his luggage onto the deck, sat down opposite us, and patted his back, saying, "You guys drove me all the way here, you guys were too damn anxious. By the way, have you found that place?"

 

The woman named Aning shook her head: "There is only one spot left. If nothing goes wrong, it should be that place."

 

The fat man said, "I've told you guys, I don't know how to find dragon points or locate caves. If you find the place, notify me. If you can't find it, don't blame me. I'll take the money. According to the rules of the underworld, you southern barbarians should learn from the local customs."

 

Aning sighed with a headache and said, "I know you won't do that. I've already arranged it. Mr. Wu will be responsible for the specific positioning."

 

I was in a relaxed mood, but I was confused when I heard that. I was responsible, but what could I be responsible for? I hadn't even dug a shovel. I hurriedly said, "I am responsible? Don't you know where the sea bucket is?"

 

She said, "We can only detect an approximate direction. The actual location and shape of the underground palace still depends on you. We only have some old documents and information, which cannot replace the experience of the tomb robber."

 

My back is covered in sweat. It seems I won't need to sleep tonight. I have to remember what my grandfather taught me. Otherwise, once I get to that place, I will make a fool of myself.

 

I have no problem digging the soil. Any inconvenience or mistakes on the seabed can be attributed to the sea water. After all, I am a gravedigger, not a sea digger. This area is not my professional scope. But it is too difficult for me to plan an underground palace. Fortunately, although I have no practical experience, I still have theoretical experience.

 

I thought about it, and my nervous mood had calmed down a lot. I thought that things would work out in the end, and if things really didn't work out, I would just make up something and say there was something strange about this underground palace.

 

The fat man looked at me and said, "That's good, everything is ready - but it's a rare trip to the Xisha Islands, we must have a good meal tonight and retain our strength, tomb robbing is physical labor." Then he ran to find the captain of the boat, picked him up, and asked him if there was any seafood on the boat.

 

Aning seemed to have no appetite and leaned aside without saying anything. I was hungry alone, and when I heard there was seafood, my mouth started watering and I ran over to take a look.

 

There are many Spanish mackerel, whip fish and grouper in Xisha. Some people say that the sea in Xisha is half water and half fish, so fishing boats rarely go out without harvest. Fishing in Xisha is also a very interesting thing during the tourist season. The fat man forced and drank, and the captain of the boat was very reluctant, but he still took out a big Spanish mackerel from the fishing box, handed it to a waiter, and said: "Bring out a fish head pot."

 

The fat man didn't know what had just happened. Seeing the captain's sad face, he was very unhappy and cursed: "It's not that I don't want to pay you, nor am I robbing you."

 

But no matter how unhappy I was, when the fish pot was served, it smelled so good, I couldn't even describe it. All of a sudden, all my desires turned into appetite. When I was in the city before, I never thought that I would want to eat something so much. The fat man's eyes were wide open, and before the pot was even put down, he directly picked up a piece of fish skin with his chopsticks and ate it. It was so hot that he cried.

 

The power of this pot of food was so great that the foreigners all gathered around, maybe because they were hungry or something. The red-haired guy leaned over and sniffed it while saying, "China is so good. We can never eat any fish cooked in our country."

 

The fat man pulled him away and cursed: "You can flatter me, but don't spit your saliva into me, it's disgusting."

 

I didn't care about drooling or not, I just picked up a piece and ate it. The taste was so fucking amazing. I haven't even swallowed the first bite yet, I'm already taking the second bite.

 

The fat man took a few bites and shouted that it was delicious. He asked for some wine. Aning said, "How can a fisherman bring wine with him?" The fat man didn't believe it, and ran to the hold to make some noise. Then he came out laughing with the jar of wine. The captain of the boat was horrified when he saw it, and said that this was a drink for the Dragon King, and came over to grab it.

 

The fat man was furious: "Why are you talking so much nonsense? If the Dragon King drinks this crappy wine, he will definitely take your boat away." He took out a bottle of Erguotou from his bag and stuffed it into the boat boss's hand: "Here, change the taste for the Dragon King! This is called the North-South wine culture exchange. See, Red Star Erguotou, good stuff, don't be so ungrateful."

 

The captain of the boat stayed there, not knowing what to do, so the fat man took it as his consent, tore open the seal and poured it for us. The wine was really good, it was the famous coconut wine in Li Miao Township. We ate and drank till we finished everything, and didn't stop until the moon was overhead.

 

The fat man drank the last sip of wine, burped, slapped his thigh, sat up straight, and said, "Everyone, we are full, it's time to talk about serious things."