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Chapter 808: How many people are prepared to die?

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The situation is a bit deadlocked!

Zhang Daohe thought to himself, why didn't Wei Wubing kill the little thief surnamed Chen last night.

Truly a scourge!

"What benefits do you want?"

"I want the people who humiliated me to die; can you do that?" Chen Guanlou irresponsibly made a request, not taking it to heart at all, purely just testing.

Zhang Daohe laughed. "Are you playing with me?"

"What about you? You are also playing with me, not a single word of truth from the beginning. Brother Zhang, you don't find a partner like this. To show sincerity, why not talk about your Great Yu ancient tomb first, how about that?"

"Who told you?"

"Does it need to be told? From your few words, anyone with a brain can infer a rough truth. Brother Zhang, you overestimate yourself and underestimate others. Martial artists in the world are not all brainless brutes, nor is everyone unloving of using their brains."

Chen Guanlou walked out of the room to boil water and make tea, acting on his own, not treating the other party as an outsider.

In the hot summer, shirtless, wearing a pair of big shorts, he was very comfortable.

If it weren't for a face that supported his looks, this picture would truly be unbearable to look at.

Not long after, the restaurant delivered wine and dishes, a full table, making one's appetite open wide.

"Brother Zhang, just treat it as your own home, don't be polite with me. The Great Yu ancient tomb, what should be known is already known; hiding it is meaningless. Why not talk about it in detail and pool our wisdom."

Zhang Daohe had recovered his calm by now. "Alright, I might as well tell you: the Great Yu ancient tomb is buried under the water."

Chen Guanlou was stunned. "Water burial? Very rare! How are you sure it's an ancient tomb from the early Great Yu Dynasty?"

"The changes that happened to me, Prison Warden Chen, can you pretend not to see? If it weren't for a lucky encounter by accident, would I dare to risk exploring it? One sentence: are you willing to cooperate or not?"

"How to cooperate?" Chen Guanlou ate and drank on his own; he was almost starving to death. Since last night, he had consumed a huge amount and urgently needed a large amount of food to replenish his body's loss.

"Together, we open the ancient tomb's underground palace and seize treasures based on our own abilities. How about that?"

"Fair!" Chen Guanlou sneered. "The ancient tomb is not easy to open; how many people are prepared to die?"

"Talking about death before even starting, how unlucky."

"Stop spouting nonsense with me. You forgot what I do for a living. Can it be fiercer than the Heavenly Prison, can it be fiercer than the Imperial Prison? I am unlucky every day, didn't I survive? Give me a straight answer: how many people are prepared to die? How do you plan to pit your martial arts peers?"

Chen Guanlou did not stand on ceremony with the other party; when it was time to push back, he was merciless. What face or no face? They were currently discussing a matter of life and death; could caring about face be eaten as a meal?

As the saying goes, brothers settle accounts clearly; ugly words should be spoken first.

Don't start with "you are good, I am good, everyone is good" fooling around, and then when the critical moment comes, you dig a pit, I dig a pit, turning against each other—how can we cooperate then?

Either fight alone, each based on their own ability.

Since we want to cooperate, we must talk clearly about all aspects and seek common ground while reserving differences.

Zhang Daohe pondered and reported a number. "At least a hundred lives to fill it."

Pausing, he added: "I have already arranged for people to surround the lake and pump out the water; the preliminary project is huge, and the investment is huge. My sect has sacrificed countless people. Therefore, I must take the lion's share. At that time, I will bring at least twenty or thirty brothers from the sect down together."

Finally spat out a few words of truth.

Chen Guanlou nodded, barely satisfied.

It can basically be confirmed that the ancient tomb is indeed buried under the water.

He was comfortable and teased: "Don't say twenty or thirty people; if you have the ability to bring two or three hundred people down to the underground palace, I won't object. However, it's not that more people can get things done.

Your Bai Lian Sect, I estimate that Ninth Rank martial artists won't exceed five, and you still have to arrange for people to guard outside. Tsk, if you lose this battle, the Bai Lian Sect will be severely damaged, and I'm afraid it won't recover for thirty or fifty years. At that time, you will become a sinner in the sect. Brother Zhang, you are betting a bit too big this time!"

"Wealth is sought in danger! Brother Chen, can you feel my sincerity? How about it, are you cooperating?"

"What can I help you with? You spread the news; at that time, Ninth Rank martial artists from the martial arts world will gather at the ancient tomb. You have people, and whether I am there or not, it doesn't seem to affect anything."

"Not so!" Zhang Daohe said solemnly: "I can't trust anyone else. Only you, Brother Chen, I can trust your character. Although we don't deal with each other much, looking at how you have acted over the years, you are a person who keeps your word. I am not afraid of you being greedy; at least you won't stab me in the back. I wouldn't dare turn my back on anyone else."

So that's it?

Chen Guanlou felt a bit smug.

Look, what is this? This is the reputation accumulated over many years. His character is beyond reproach. In this era where people are selfish and human nature is hard to test, people like him who are particular and have bottom lines and principles are rare. So rare that they are like phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, and are liked wherever they go.

"Wu Xun is your old friend; don't you trust him?"

"I don't trust him. He has the Wu family behind him; at critical moments, he will definitely think for the Wu family and won't consider the friendship between me and him. For the sake of the Wu family, he can stab me in the back at any time. But you, Brother Chen, won't; you will only fight me uprightly."

"What do you want me to do?"

"At the critical moment, save my life. Afterward, whatever treasures you want, as long as I have them, I will satisfy you."

So generous!

Chen Guanlou pondered how many pits were in this.

"I can't promise you." He decisively chose to refuse; this is also a way of bargaining. "This matter has already been known by Grandmasters. When the underground palace is opened, Grandmasters of the world will gather in one place. What kind of onion am I, daring to run wild in front of Grandmasters. You saw my encounter last night; I almost died. Grandmasters are present; the first to be killed will be those martial artists who are muddying the waters, and the second to be killed will be you. They kill you, yet you ask a little shrimp like me to come forward to protect you; you think too highly of me."

"You are wrong. Before leaving the underground palace, they won't kill me." Zhang Daohe said very firmly, "Without the concerted efforts of my sect brothers, ask, who can open the underground palace on the vast lake surface. Even if their underwater skills are powerful, how much strength can they exert? I won't hide it from you; the ancient tomb has immortal defensive means. These days, I have been studying it with people; kill me, and no one will think of opening the underground palace. It can even be said that if you kill me, no one will think of coming out of the underground palace safely."

This is Zhang Daohe's confidence, the confidence not to fear Grandmasters killing him.

He walks in the front, has mastered the secret of opening the underground palace, the secret of dealing with immortal defensive means, and it seems he has even figured out how to leave.

Awesome!

Clearly, he has experts around him who are proficient in Yin-Yang arts, Five Elements, and Eight Trigrams.

The currently popular Feng Shui studies, according to the Pure Yang Zhenren, are inherited from the Great Yu Dynasty. Since it is inherited, one can find a way to crack it.

The Bai Lian Sect has some stuff, actually being able to win over so many experts. ===== CHAPTER 809 =====

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