Chapter 3104: The Scent of the Qingtong Sect Fragment

The next moment, Fatty curled his lip and said, "Tianzhen, not to criticize you, but you're getting more and more pessimistic these days. You weren't like this before."

Wu Tianzhen shook his head; he understood that Fatty's doubt was justified, and at the same time he could feel the change in himself, yet as things developed, the crisis was also constantly growing heavier.

If it hadn't been for Zhang Lin giving instructions, and Wu Tianzhen had relied on himself to command the archaeological team, he believed the situation Team One now faced might be many times more dangerous than it was now.

Precisely because he saw this point clearly, Wu Tianzhen would act with such extreme caution.

At this moment, Wang Wang Canghai's expression was unreadable. One had to know that Fatty had spoken his thoughts in front of the live broadcast camera, to everyone — clearly not taking Wang Wang Canghai seriously at all.

Even if they didn't know of his own existence, they still knew of the existence of the mysterious person he was disguised as. Since that was the case, there had to be reservations — this came from Wang Wang Canghai's own understanding.

But now Wang Wang Canghai was not only looked down upon by Zhang Lin, who acted as if he didn't exist — it seemed Team One was the same way.

Of course, Wang Wang Canghai had already, in a roundabout way, exposed his own objective. But as far as he was concerned, as long as he was still alive, then Wang Cen should understand that he would not let the matter rest.

And if, after reaching Team Two, certain problems couldn't be resolved, Wang Wang Canghai might very well turn his guns around and head straight for Team One — all of this was possible.

Even Zhang Lin couldn't be certain of this now. What gave Team One the right to talk among themselves here, as if there was nothing at all to guard against?

Actually, Wang Wang Canghai had his reasons for thinking this way. Before, even though the Wang family had been disbanded, as long as Wang Cen and Su Nan were still around, on this basis the two archaeological teams were on guard every moment.

Now only Team Two was in that state of vigilance; on the contrary, Team One was very relaxed. Wang Wang Canghai originally had no one to use, and now that he was taking the field personally, he felt there were still some things he could resolve.

Moreover, these people should have felt absolute terror — after all, his own move was simply not in the same league as those people's small-time squabbles. But now things were completely not as Wang Wang Canghai had imagined; it was like a basin of cold water poured directly over his head. Wang Wang Canghai could not accept this fact no matter what.

His breathing gradually became rapid, and then the train actually came to a stop. Only then did Wang Wang Canghai realize he had reached the city where he could transfer to a plane.

When he was at the Wang family, Wang Wang Canghai had brought nothing with him. This was also because the usable resources had been taken away by Mr. Wang, and there was basically nothing left.

But Wang Wang Canghai didn't care about these things. Even if those resources were still there, Wang Wang Canghai wouldn't have given them a second glance — this was the bearing, or rather the habit, he had developed all along.

In any case, he had seen every good thing there was. Relatively speaking, only those things that truly mattered to him, that could help him achieve that later objective, were what he truly needed to obtain.

And he would spare no expense. Take the Muchen Zhu, for example — at first Wang Wang Canghai hadn't thought obtaining the Muchen Zhu would be so difficult, but in the end reality had slapped him across the face countless times.

This time Wang Wang Canghai had learned his lesson. Perhaps if he had taken matters into his own hands from the very beginning, things wouldn't have gotten so complicated. Now he had no choice but to enter the fray personally, and in the process, he even took the opportunity to mock Zhang Lin.

But he hadn't expected Zhang Lin to care about it at all, as if none of these things had happened. This might also be the most important reason for Wang Wang Canghai's fury. Wang Wang Canghai got off the train traveling light, with no luggage, watching the hurried passersby in the small hours of the morning.

He felt a touch of emotion — when had he himself become this kind of state, constantly on the run?

Originally he disdained associating with ordinary people. Even the dogs he kept, in front of him, could do nothing but wag their tails — they couldn't utter a single other word, or they would die without a burial place.

At this moment, Wang Wang Canghai more or less came to his senses as well. It seemed his original methods had simply been too extreme, leaving his subordinates with no real choice, and so things had turned out the way they had now.

Thinking of this, Wang Wang Canghai couldn't help but take a deep breath, then shook his head and walked quickly forward. He couldn't let these things disturb his mind now.

Before he had walked a hundred meters, Wang Wang Canghai's footsteps suddenly halted. He deliberately pulled his hat down low, then looked to the left. A few dozen meters away from him, a group of people was quickly leaving the train station — they had gotten off another train.

These people's clothing was very ordinary, and they didn't stand out much in the crowd, yet they were spotted by Wang Wang Canghai. This came from Wang Wang Canghai's intuition, and from the aura these people gave off.

Even from dozens of meters away, Wang Wang Canghai caught a different scent — a special smell coming from soil.

In other words, these people must have something to do with tombs themselves; they might well be tomb raiders. But the next moment, Wang Wang Canghai's eyes went wide and his brows shot up.

Although their footsteps weren't perfectly in sync, Wang Wang Canghai felt these people had undergone strict training — they were absolutely not some ragtag outfit.

So instinctively, when Wang Wang Canghai took a shortcut and was within three to five meters of them, the other party was queuing to exit the station, and Wang Wang Canghai caught the scent of bronze.

This bronze scent was extremely peculiar. Wang Wang Canghai's hair stood on end at once, because the last time he had smelled this peculiar scent should have been over three hundred years ago.

Ever since he had taken the Qingtong Sect fragment and placed it at the Wang family, he had never gone back to the Wang family headquarters, and didn't even want to touch the Qingtong Sect fragment again.

As for the Blue-eyed Fox Corpse, it didn't matter much — as long as Wang Wang Canghai was willing to search, he could always find such a peculiar existence, and that thing wasn't actually of much help to Wang Wang Canghai. The key was that the Wang family's Yunsuanbu Sect needed the Qingtong Sect fragment and the Blue-eyed Fox Corpse to work together. And now the identity of these people was also plain as day.

Wang Wang Canghai narrowed his eyes. His shock lasted only an instant, and then he began secretly calculating in his mind what he should do next.

But thinking was one thing — Wang Wang Canghai still had one biggest question: why would this group of people appear here? If Mr. Wang had led people in fleeing, then departing from the Wang family headquarters...

He definitely wouldn't have headed inland — that would be pure suicide. His best choice was to go as far as possible, outward, so as to evade Wang Wang Canghai's retaliation.

Of course, this was only a certain probability. If Wang Wang Canghai ultimately didn't die, or if he could achieve a brief victory over Zhang Lin, then his first move would absolutely be to gather the Wang family's existing resources.

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