It disappeared, so that he was stunned for a while before he realized that someone was talking to him behind him. He didn't even hear what the other party said, he turned around, walked to the stone table in the high pavilion, and stretched out his hand. Pushing a piece of paper on the desk forward, he opened his mouth and said a word.
Although the scene was still blurred and the voice still vague, he could still distinguish Xuanmin's tone.
He heard himself say something cold and indifferent in Xuanmin's voice: "In the year of Wuchen, the seventh day of the sixth month."
After that, Xuan Min said something, or asked the other party something, but Xue Xian didn't listen to a word, his ears buzzed, his whole body felt cold, and the cold and indifferent words just now Repeated over and over again, and with each repetition, he became colder.
The tingling sensation in the back struck again, but Xue Xian was extremely numb.
The Wuchen Year is this year, and the seventh day of the sixth month is neither too early nor too late, which happens to be his robbery period.
Or... it just happened to be the day he was slashed.
He was almost in disbelief, an indescribable feeling of heaviness enveloped him in it, and he was almost eager to see other people or things in this scene in the blank. It was just a coincidence that confirmed what he said just now.
However, his eyes only fell on the side of the stone table, as if he glanced at something. At the moment when he glanced at something, there was an indescribable emotion in his empty heart. his own emotions.
It seems to be disgust, and it seems to be something next to it.
Xue Xian couldn't care less, and he didn't have the time to think about it, because he could clearly see what was on the table. There were two masks, one made of silver, glowing coldly under the lamp, and the other one was The animal patterns are painted with thick ink and heavy colors, and the patterns are simple and solemn, with long beards fastened on both sides, as if they were obtained from beasts...
He stared at the animal-print mask, but his mind was at a loss, and the pain on his back suddenly intensified.
The pain was really hard, as if it had penetrated into the heart along the empty back, and spread out along the heart, making him have an illusion, as if he was suddenly flustered and sad...
All the tumultuous memories after that disappeared into his eyes again, until they faded away in the increasingly clear hum of the coins.
Xue Xian suddenly closed his eyes, and slowly opened them after a long time. Everything in the valley was brought back into his field of vision. Although it was very close, it seemed to be far away in another world.
I don't know when, Xuan Min had already landed on a low peak beside him, the quaint bell lingered endlessly, returning to dàng over and over in the valley, the screams of Yin's corpse had turned into a scream, and Yin had been brewing for a hundred years. The resentment is gradually fading.
The fog in the valley was so thick that Xue Xian suddenly couldn't see Xuan Min's face clearly. He could only see that Xuan Min seemed to be looking towards him as well. The aura of the copper coins in his hand had not dispersed, and the pale golden light generated by the runes was like a huge net that covered the sky and covered the valley.
The pale golden color was obviously not bright, but the shaking made Xue Xian's eyes hurt, so painful that he couldn't help but think of the golden thread that bound him around the sea that day.
A deep sadness suddenly appeared in his heart, much sadder than he imagined, more difficult to break free than the net that was cast all over the sky, so heavy that even he was a little surprised...
At this time, under the bones in the valley, someone suddenly rushed in the direction of Xuanmin in a stunned and surprised tone: "National teacher? How can you... be here?!"
Chapter 87
"Isn't it rumored to see you in Jiang Songshan..." After seeing Xuanmin's appearance, the man who rolled away and kept hiding himself among the corpses finally revealed his position. He still has a blindfold on his body. At first glance, it is indistinguishable from Yin's corpse. The minced meat has already been shaken to the ground in the constant avoidance and running. , with a disgusting smell.
But the real yin corpse around him was shrouded in golden light, and it was crushed to the ground, and it became a broken bone. Only a little bit of yin resentment lingered on it. It is very prominent and can be distinguished at a glance.
There was only one skull left in his head, with cracks all over the bones, the dried old skin tightly wrapped around the bones, and only two dark holes left in the eye sockets. Naturally, there is no subtle emotion from such a face, but judging from his blankly open mouth, he should be so surprised that he forgot the situation.
If he shot at this time, he must have no time to react.
However, Xue Xian could no longer see him. Except for the golden light, everything in the valley seemed to have nothing to do with him. he only knows