Hu Guiyang made suggestions very seriously when destroying the Tianji Ship.

Several people in the room put away their smiles one after another, and their expressions were more surprised than the other. It took a while before someone spoke.

"What did a man from Hurong say to you?" Shang Lu asked.

Hu Guiyang shook his head, "No, this is my own idea."

"The Heavenly Secret Ship is the source of everything. Have you ever thought about what will happen if you destroy it?" Li Zisheng looked stern, as if this would make Hu Guiyang sober.

"I haven't seen any good things happen, so it's better to destroy them. Maybe all problems can be solved."

"Maybe?" Wang Zhi stood up, his face flushed, suppressing his anger, "Do you know how much this matter is involved?"

"It is precisely because of this that we have to fight against the enemy. Otherwise, wouldn't Xiyuan become a hostage to the Tianji Ship?"

The merits that Hu Guiyang had just made were worthless at this time. Wang Zhi cursed and could only speak normally after more than a dozen words. "No one can let Your Majesty take the risk... If you have to carry it on your back, you can carry it yourself."

The cursing was ineffective for Hu Guiyang. His face didn't even turn red. He curled his lips, "I don't have the right to let Xiyuan take risks. You have it. Oh, you have done it, leaving a mess."

His smile was inappropriate, and his words were like needles, which hurt all the three big men. Wang Zhi asked him to get out, Li Zisheng defended himself in surprise, and Shang Lu shook his head helplessly.

Hu Guiyang didn't say much, turned around and left the house, not far away, and met Yuan Mao head-on.

Wang Zhi was cursing endlessly, and he could faintly hear it outside the house. Yuan Mao pointed to the room and wanted to ask but dared not ask. Hu Guiyang smiled and said, "I'm scolding me, but the factory has not made any progress. I've just said a few words from the capital to Yunyang Prefecture."

Yuan Mao hurriedly pulled Hu Guiyang to the wall, "Aren't you... you just made great contributions?"

"Yes, so my head is still there, I'm just being scolded."

Yuan Mao gave up persuasion, "Okay, you regard the credit as dirt, you did it. Old Dao Fan is back."

Hu Guiyang was overjoyed, “Where is it?”

“Sent to your residence.”

After not seeing each other for a few days, Fan Dajian lost a lot of weight and was sitting in the room eating and drinking. When he saw Hu Guiyang, he immediately cried and said with a sad face: "There is no one more unlucky than me."

Fan Dajian was not missing. He was detained in Nancheng by officers and soldiers, not too far from Hu Guiyang's residence.

It was really unlucky. Fan Dajian thought he was already a famous real person in Yunyang Prefecture. After coming out of the wilderness, he met the officers and soldiers and asked for horses carelessly.

Unexpectedly, the officers and soldiers had just been transferred from other places and did not recognize him or believe him. As long as they read the official documents of the two factories, they heard that they did not, they took him back to the city on the grounds that the old Taoist's whereabouts were mysterious and imprisoned in a temporary prison.

Then, he was forgotten.

That day, the officers and soldiers of Yunyang City were frequently mobilized, and the old people were punished to defend the city. The new people went to the elixirs and took turns to absorb the essence. The officers and soldiers who arrested Fan Dajian handed a document to their superiors and transferred it step by step. Somehow, they arrived in Wang Zhi's room many days later, and happened to be seen by Yuan Mao.

"I would starve to death without Yuan Mao." Fan Dajian almost choked up and looked at Yuan Mao gratefully. He had never eaten a full meal these days. Occasionally, officers and soldiers remembered this prisoner and sent him a bowl of porridge, but never listened to the old Taoist's defense.

Fan Dajian sighed, picked up the bone in his hand, and took a hard bite.

As soon as Yuan Mao saw the clerk, he immediately found someone to release the old Taoist. The two of them had only met once and chatted a few times. There were many things that Yuan Mao didn't understand, so he stayed and asked about the details with Hu Guiyang.

Fan Dajian ate it voraciously for a while, feeling his abdomen swelling. If he eats it, he will be injured. Then he stopped and said to the two people opposite him: "I'm looking for the corpse."

The purpose of Lao Dao leaving the city was to find He Baiwan's corpse. After searching in the wilderness for a long time, he finally found a newly raised small tomb. He opened it and saw that the corpse that had not yet been completely decayed was buried.

He was eager to make contributions and was much more courageous than usual. He cut off his head, sprinkled with the secret pharmaceutical powder from Lingji Palace, and bandaged it and took it back to the city.

This became an important reason why he was arrested by officers and soldiers.

Hu Guiyang and Yuan Mao could imagine that on that chaotic night, the officers and soldiers brought by Wang Zhi were in extreme tension. Suddenly, they saw a happy old Taoist with a head that was obviously dug out of the soil. How suspicious should they be.

Hu Guiyang couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Person Hu, you're too much. I'm going to find my head, mainly for your future." The old Taoist was a little dissatisfied.

Hu Guiyang put away his smile, but there was still a smile on his face, "Sorry. Where is the head?"

"It was taken away by the officers and soldiers."

Yuan Mao was moved, "You sit down, I'll go and ask immediately, maybe you're still there."

Looking at Yuan Mao's back running away, Fan Dajian said, "Look, this is a normal person. I heard that there is a contribution to it as excited as seeing the Dan acupoint. Alas, Captain Hu, you are really worrying."

"You have used it for so long to find the body?"

Fan Dajian picked up the rag on the table, wiped the grease on his hands, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "I not only found a new grave, but also an old grave."

"Well, do you have a connection with the grave?"

Fan Dajian laughed twice, "To be honest, I learned the art of finding graves in my early years."

"You actually did this job and learned from a monk?"

Fan Dajian nodded, with a bit of pride on his face, "If I hadn't entered Lingji Palace later, I would have been the master of a foreign monk."

Foreign monks often use the skulls of deceased monks to make magical instruments and give them to the nobles in the capital. They are very popular. If there are not enough skulls, some half-true monks dig out the ownerless graves and pretend to be monks. There are many such things. Zhao Ying checked several times before his death, and Hu Guiyang heard about it.

"What's special about the old grave?" Hu Guiyang was unwilling to blame the old Taoist's past.

"You will never think of who is buried in the old grave." Fan Dajian kept it a secret.

Hu Guiyang couldn't guess it. Seeing that there was still cold wine and meat on the table, he ate it himself, "Anyway, it's not someone I know."

Seeing that Hu Guiyang was not interested, Fan Dajian was a little disappointed, "I'm lucky."

Hu Guiyang was shocked and the bone in his hand fell on the table.

This was Fan Dajian's expectation reaction, and a reserved smile immediately appeared on his face, "I didn't expect it."

"I didn't expect it. How did you know it was a skeleton who saw it?"

Fan Dajian shook his head, "Listen to me, I soon found He Baiwan's body that day, but I got lost, so I went to the riverside. Halfway through the way, I found a place a little unusual. Although there were weeds, it seemed to be arranged. Someone deliberately hid the grave. That grave is not small, bigger than the entire yard you live in."

Fan Dajian stretched out his fingers.

Giant tombs usually belong to rich people. Fan Dajian was immediately moved. He understood how difficult it is to rob tombs and had no tools at hand, so he planned to mark them on the high ground and come back later.

I don’t know if it was lucky or unlucky, but when he was halfway through, his feet were empty and he fell directly into the grave, falling to pieces, covered in dust, and without any real style. This is another reason why he was not trusted by the officers and soldiers later.

The tomb is empty, without coffins, and gold, silver and jewelry. There are many strange things, and there are two stone tablets. The general meaning of the word on it is to say that the people of the sacred are buried here. They are from a very distant place and are trapped here and cannot return home, and so on.

"I heard that there were 38 people from Yunyang Prefecture who died, and two of them died." Hu Guiyang remembered what the dwarf A Yin said.

"Isn't this a match?" Fan Dajian even more excited. "Zhuo Yunren is really strange. The stone tablet is actually in the tomb. Since I don't want people to see it, why should I erect the monument? Most of the things in the tomb are inlaid in a huge stone slab, and only two iron pieces are placed on the stone tablet. I took it back."

"let me see."

"It was also searched by the officers and soldiers."

"What does the iron sheet look like? What does it mean?"

"It's square and not too big. It's called iron sheets, but it's heavier than iron. There are no words on it, only patterns, like spiders, I don't know what it means."

The two were chatting, and Yuan Mao hurried back, and after entering the house, he threw a cloth bag on the table, saying disappointedly: "The head was buried outside the city by the officers and soldiers, and no one could tell the specific location, only this thing was left."

"Ah..." Fan Dajian was even more disappointed, "That's why I finally... the cooked ducks can fly away. I'm really unlucky. Zhang Wuchen calculated for me that I was in vain and said that I was in trouble in Yunyang Prefecture and that I was lucky enough to survive the disaster.

Hu Guiyang poured out the things in the bag and took out two iron pieces from a pile of porcelain bottles, paper bags, knifes, sweat towels and other debris.

"This thing is still there. I guess the officers and soldiers think they are worthless. Where is my silver? I didn't even leave a copper plate for me." Fan Dajian sighed and grabbed a few small bottles, "Fortunately they don't know the goods."

The iron sheet is pitch black, and it is indeed not like a valuable thing. If you look carefully, you can see the figures above. In fact, they are very simple lines that outline spider-like insects. There are some simpler lines around them, such as accessories or some unique text.

"What did you see?" Fan Dajian took them back because it was easy to carry.

"The two patterns are slightly different." Hu Guiyang gently stroked the pattern, "These two pieces of iron are very hard, and being able to draw patterns on them is also a skill. Wen Kongshou should understand the meaning of it."

"It may not mean anything." Fan Dajian was still disappointed in his head, "I marked the grave, we can go there again, there are a lot of things inside."

Someone outside called "Prince Hu". Hu Guiyang went out to see that it was the prefect Wu Yuan. He had been advised to seek help from Shi Guida. Now his expression looked much better and seemed to have been forgiven by Wang Zhi.

"The factory man asked Captain Hu to go there immediately." Wu Yuan smiled. Although it was just a job of sending messages, he was not embarrassed at all.

Hu Guiyang was about to see if Wen Kongshou was still in the prefect's office, so he bowed to thank him and immediately went out with Wu Yuan. Yuan Mao hurriedly followed and Fan Dajian stayed.

Along the way, Hu Guiyang picked up the iron piece from time to time to look at it. The more he thought about it, the more strange he felt, and made up his mind that he would persuade Wang Zhi and others to destroy the Tianji Ship.
Chapter completed!