I originally thought that using threats to make Zang Zhiqiang do things was not appropriate, but when he looked at him coldly, he couldn't help but begin to agree with Jinghai's approach. At the same time, I also recalled some of Zang Zhiqiang's behavior in the Jiaolong's Phoenix Bureau.

Tomb robbers have never been an open and honest industry. They can only say that thieves are thieves. Apart from tangible interests, don’t expect to impress them with anything else.

After figuring this out, I lit a cigarette, put the cigarette box and lighter on the table, took a slight sip of cigarettes, and said to Zang Zhiqiang: "I do have a way to solve your mistakes, but that will take some time."

I took out the copper nail and placed it in front of him, "You hold this. Before you really relieve the injury, as long as the injury on the top of your head does not hurt, use this nail to stab it again."

Zang Zhiqiang stared at me for a while, picked up the copper nail and put it on his nose and smelled it, "This is something that was opened from the dead."

I nodded, and a trace of viciousness flashed in Zang Zhiqiang's eyes, and he stared at me and said, "You are threatening me."

I didn't agree, "Help me find a tomb. I guess I'll find the introduction to the degradation when you find it."

Zang Zhiqiang's eyes slowly turned, he put away the copper nails, looked at me suspiciously and said:

"If I remember correctly, you are a member of the Bajie and a policeman. What? Are you also interested in the underworld?"

I didn't answer him, so I took out paper and pen from my bag, spread it on the table and started drawing.

I don’t know if it was because I was possessed by the painter. Although my drawing skills have not improved much, I have become able to easily capture and show the characteristics of the things I draw.

When the boss’s wife brought the dumplings up, I had already drawn the appearance of the giant tomb I saw at the end of the Yin-Yang Road according to my memory.

Zang Zhiqiang ate for a while, then picked up a dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he picked up the picture I drew while chewing it.

He only glanced at it, then snorted contempt, showed a disdainful expression, and threw the notebook on the table.

After swallowing the dumplings, he said, "You are clearly in a carriage, why are you doing this? What's wrong? You still want to test my eyesight?"

I really couldn't stand his tone and frowned and said, "It's just this tomb."

Zang Zhiqiang paused, put down his chopsticks, picked up the notebook again, stared at it for a while, and suddenly said, "Where did you see this fight?"

After saying that, he seemed to find something wrong, frowned and looked at me and asked, "Is it your point that you don't know where the fight is?"

I had no choice but to nod and stressed my tone, "I have seen the appearance of this tomb, but I don't know where the tomb is. I'll ask you to help me find it."

Zang Zhiqiang seemed to digest my words and tried to ask: "What do you mean, have you only seen this tomb on information?"

"No, I've seen it with my own eyes."

I didn't want to waste more time, so I hesitated and roughly explained the story of seeing the giant tomb. Of course, some of the things I don't think have anything to do with, so I didn't explain them in detail.

I thought Zang Zhiqiang would be surprised, but he didn't expect that after hearing this, he just nodded, put the notebook aside, picked up the chopsticks and continued to eat.

But this time, he ate more slowly and his eyes were mostly on the picture.

This meal didn't count as serving, so I ate it for an hour in total.

Finally, Zang Zhiqiang put down his chopsticks and pushed the notebook in front of me, "How to contact you?"

I picked up the pen and wrote down my cell phone number on it.

He picked up the notebook again, took a look, tore off the picture and put it in his pocket, and then looked at me and said with a smile:

"I'm penniless now and don't even have the money to call."

Without saying a word, I took out my wallet and saw that the cash was less than a thousand, so I simply took out a credit card.

But Zang Zhiqiang said: "Just give me some cash, I don't want the jam. This thing is not as stable as real money."

I gave him all the cash, he put the money in a random way, stood up and said, "I'll call you when I find it."

After saying that, he walked out.

I stayed for a while before I came to my senses and smiled bitterly. It was a pity that I didn't return the soul-hiding coffin to him, otherwise I would definitely think that I was a sucker.

I was a little confused. The information I provided was so small. To put it bluntly, it was just like nothing. Can Zang Zhiqiang really find the huge grave based on a sketch?

Why do I think this is even more evil than the giant tomb itself?

"Put your heart back in your stomach."

Jinghai suddenly appeared and gathered in front of a plate of taro buckles that had not been moved. He slapped the wind in his nose with one hand, but his mouth seemed to be chewing something in his mouth:

"This kid may not have learned all the skills of his Tibetan Yin lineage, but he didn't learn 90%, at least 50% or 60%. Otherwise, he would not have kept the soul-hiding coffin until now. Digging graves is the old skill of the Tibetan Yin lineage. He probably has his own way to find the location of the grave."

I could only nod.

Jinghai leaned into the chair and said, "The soul-hiding coffin is in your hand, and his head has not been solved yet. He should do his best to help us. I believe that you won't have to wait for a long time. But..."

He changed his subject, "I wanted to go find Wang Xizhen before. In addition to using him to find a professional tomb robber, I also wanted him to help find another person. Now that the tomb robber has been found, the other person should not be bothered, and I don't want to owe him favors."

"Who else do you want to find?" Why did this old monk learn how to stir-fry beans in a pan and jump out little by little?

Jinghai looked at me with a squinting eyes and said, "It's easier to find people in another industry than tomb robbers. Moreover, there is only one among the people you know. But it depends on how you speak to that person."

"Can you finish the matter at once?" I finally couldn't help rolling my eyes, "Just say it, who else should I look for!"

Jinghai's expression became even more strange. When he spoke about a business, a person immediately jumped out of my mind, but then he subconsciously waved his hand, "I know a senior in this business, but he was injured and was still in the hospital. Even if he was not injured, I...I will not look for him again."

Jinghai teased, "Oh, it seems that I still underestimate you. It turns out that Boss Xu is not only in charge of Yin and Yang Station, but also has such a wide connection in the world."

Seeing that I was about to turn against me, he smiled again: "Okay, okay, the one I mentioned is not the one-eyed old hunch that I have seen during the day."

"Who else is it that's not Lao Du Uncle?" I asked in surprise.

Jinghai asked me to find a disciple who was a horse. In addition to the old man who is still in the hospital, I really couldn't think of any other person who was riding a pole.

"Don't think about it. Apart from the one-eyed old hunch, you really know such a person. Not only did you know him, she also called you this morning."

I was so annoyed by how this old girl spoke, and I was too lazy to talk to him anymore.

Called me in the morning...
Chapter completed!