The mercenaries did not have as many worries as Long Xiangtian. They chattered along the way, and were amazed at the murals and stone sculptures they passed by. Long Xiangtian inspected them and found no useful clues, so he continued to lead the team on their way. Although no decisive clues appeared during the period, Long Xiangtian had learned from these stone sculptures and murals that this place should be the ancient tomb of King Siphan, because the things described above and the style of the stone sculptures were not much different from the descriptions in ancient books.
But because of this, Long Xiangtian became even more confused. Since this is the ancient tomb of King Xipan, why is it so unclearly related to China? At least in ancient books, there is no mention that the Moche people had any connection with China.
Gradually, the road began to become flat, and gradually it became curved, with the angle gradually tilting upwards. It was an uphill slope.
Long Xiangtian didn't pay much attention at first, but as he walked, he found that something seemed to be wrong. He paid a little attention and found something surprising. According to common sense, when walking uphill, people should feel tired because of gravity, but Long Xiangtian felt that he was not tired when going uphill, but surprisingly easy, as if someone was pushing him to walk.
Long Xiangtian was surprised and said, "Why do I feel like I can walk so easily?"
No one answered him. Long Xiangtian looked back curiously and saw Yunniang and Nulimu looking at him with horror.
Long Xiangtian was stunned and asked: "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Yunniang pointed at Long Xiangtian and said in a trembling voice: "Dabai, there is someone behind you!"
Imagine a scene like this: you are walking very fast in a tomb and you feel someone behind you. When you look back, you can't see any figure, but your companion points behind you and says there is someone. This kind of fear is not something that most people can bear.
Long Xiangtian is also a human being, and he is not immune to worldly things. When he saw Yunniang pointing at someone behind him, Long Xiangtian felt a chill on his forehead. He also seemed to vaguely feel something touching his waist from behind, and with his sensitive sense of touch, he could feel that it was the shape of a small hand. For the first time, Long Xiangtian regretted having such a sensitive sense.
Long Xiangtian felt that the hand touching his waist was not big. If he had to describe it, it was just the hand of a seven or eight-year-old child. Long Xiangtian was only wearing the coat that Yunniang had given him earlier. The coat was very thin and it easily touched the little hand. Long Xiangtian could even feel the cold temperature of the little hand, and Long Xiangtian's goose bumps suddenly exploded. In fact, Long Xiangtian was not a timid person, but he could not stand the shouting of others, especially some mercenaries were so scared that they raised their guns, which made Long Xiangtian nervous.
According to Long Xiangtian's previous temperament, he would have turned around long ago, and fought with both humans and ghosts first. However, influenced by the emotions of Nulimu and others, Long Xiangtian became a little hesitant to act rashly. When he was about to turn around, he suddenly froze in place.
Yunniang and Nulimu were relatively brave and moved towards Long Xiangtian little by little. Yunniang even murmured softly, "Don't move, don't move..." which made Long Xiangtian start to sweat coldly.
It seemed that Yunniang's movement towards this side made the unknown creature behind him a little frightened. Long Xiangtian clearly felt that the hand on his waist suddenly grabbed it and grasped his clothes into a bunch.
Long Xiangtian was startled by this claw of his, and this time, Long Xiangtian was shocked and the thing behind him was also frightened. There was a strange squeak, and Long Xiangtian felt his body lighten, and he was actually lifted up by the thing behind him.
Long Xiangtian's reaction was not slow either. Although he was surprised at the strength of the thing behind him, he twisted his waist, stretched out his feet and kicked the wall, and jumped out of the thing's hand. Long Xiangtian fell to the ground and met the thing face to face.
It's a blood spirit!
Long Xiangtian's heart shuddered. It was not Long Xiangtian's fault, because this blood spirit was different from the other blood spirits. This blood spirit was made from a child who was just over one meter tall. Although his big eyes looked extremely scary on the bloody body, Long Xiangtian read sadness and despair in his eyes.
This is just a child!
"Stop!" Long Xiangtian hurriedly stopped the mercenaries who were about to raise their guns to shoot.
Resisting the resistance in his heart, Long Xiangtian stretched out his hand to the child and made his voice as gentle as possible: "Don't be afraid, come to me."
"Squeak..." The blood spirit made a monkey-like sound, with a hint of confusion in its fear.
Long Xiangtian forced himself to show an ugly smile, and continued: "Be good, I won't hurt you, you should be able to understand what your brother says."
Long Xiangtian was still using English at this time. The child Xue Ling made a squeaking sound and did not understand what Long Xiangtian meant. However, when he saw that Long Xiangtian did not do anything that exceeded his bottom line and even had a gentle expression, his emotions gradually stabilized.
Long Xiangtian thought for a moment and switched to Chinese: "Come to my brother, okay? I'm not a bad person, I can save you."
After hearing Long Xiangtian speaking in Chinese, the child Xue Ling's eyes suddenly lit up and then he burst into tears loudly. He looked like a lost child, sobbing and looking for his mother.
Long Xiangtian didn't say anything yet, but Yunniang's heart had already softened because of the pitiful appearance of the child blood spirit. She didn't care about the child blood spirit's horrible appearance at all, and came forward to hug the child blood spirit in her arms.
The child Blood Spirit resisted at first, but feeling Yunniang's warm questions and soothing fragrance, the child Blood Spirit gradually calmed down, and finally fell asleep in Yunniang's arms. In his sleep, he even murmured a noun in unclear Chinese: Mom.
Yunniang's tears flowed down all of a sudden. The word "mother" touched Yunniang too much, because she had never felt the love of a mother. Her mother had left this world when she was old enough to understand things. She didn't even know what her mother looked like until now. Chen Lufu didn't mention it, and she didn't mention it either. But not mentioning it didn't mean that she didn't care. She just felt sorry for her father and didn't want to untie his scars. There were many nights when she had called for her mother in her sleep like this child.
Long Xiangtian's nose was sore and he almost cried. This blood spirit was obviously a Chinese child, and he also had his own mind. Long Xiangtian's heart was once again burning with anger.