Time goes back four hours.

Monk Changdeng took several senior members of the Grand Association and waited for the mainland sightseeing tour group at the train station. After some pleasantries, he had a "homely meal" at the Grand Association before setting off for the entrance of Eunuch Chen's underground palace.

Among several senior members, there was an acquaintance of Liao Wenjie's, Zhang Lihua, the 38th generation descendant of Zhang Tianshi.

Yan Zhen is still the leader of the mainland sightseeing tour group. Although he is not the most talented person, he is experienced in traveling from north to south. He is familiar with the local customs and has friends all over the world. He is the most suitable leader.

Here, there is also an acquaintance of Liao Wenjie, Tiancan.

As soon as he got off the train, Tian Can wanted to call Liao Wenjie, but Yan Zhen persuaded him to do business first, instead of visiting the scenic spots first. The tour group's free time was in the evening.

A group of people entered through the manhole cover, walked to the open space of the square, and inspected the dilapidated underground palace.

More than half a month ago, Eunuch Chen was killed by a mysterious man. Chang Deng mistakenly thought that it was a monk friend from the mainland who was helping him. Strong reinforcements arrived and killed Eunuch Chen. In addition, the mysterious man did not like him very much, and his interest was waning.

After that, I never contacted the mainland tour group again.

When the news came that the lights on the tour group had suddenly been cut off, I was confused for a moment. I pulled up a world map, carefully analyzed the general environment, and thought about the regional situation for a while. After two weeks of meetings, I thought it would be safer to stay put.

Afterwards, the monk friend called Changdeng, and the two sides chatted for a while, and then they realized that everyone had misunderstood.

The sightseeing group was then rescheduled and the group arrived at Hong Kong Island.

In the underground palace's red gate, a monk touched the cracks in the wall, silently calculating the strength of the mysterious man's attack.

Chang Chongzi and Zhengxin.

"Bald donkey, this is not the right place. You should be able to smell something if you sniff hard with your dog nose."

"Let me try……"

Without doubting that he was there, he took a deep breath with an astonishing lung capacity, and then his forehead became matte.

"How's it going? Did you smell anything?"
Chapter completed!