"You fool, 'yellow-haired Monkey' refers to foreigners," Xue the Skillful Hand scoffed, "who would have thought that Western Hunan could attract foreigners? This is cross-border crime! We can't disgrace our country this time... We must win glory for our nation and snatch that tomb!"
This sounds pretty strange,
"By the way, old man, what exactly is Poison Dragon Gully?" Gong Jiu and the others had been to Poison Dragon Gully, so naturally, they had to visit too.
"What are you going to do there?" the village chief asked, somewhat defensively, as he put down his cup.
"Old man, have you forgotten? Those two black fellows live there. We have to go and find the place," the chubby man supported Second Master Gong from the side.
"Ah, I indeed forgot about that, but you had better not go there this time. Even if you do, you won't find those two men, and you'll only lose your lives for nothing," he said.
"What do you mean by that?" Second Master Gong asked back.
