As Long Ya said, the group of people can't see the old lady. They only felt a gust of yin wind blowing, swirling among the crowd, like a whip quenched with chili water, hitting people with burning pain.
The group of people who were surrounded by the cold wind caused them to turn their backs, scattered their nests, rolled on the ground twice, and sat up with embarrassed faces. Only then did they find that the front of their clothes near the neck collar were all cut. Suddenly, panic appeared on his face, but before he could say anything, he heard someone scream.
Qi Chen followed the exclamation and looked over, and saw that the man who had instructed everyone to take out the broken bones was thrown to the ground by the old lady, and the dark resentment escaped from her, almost covering most of the man. a body.
The man couldn't see anything, he only felt that he was being pressed by something, and under the thick night, it was eerie and frightening. He howled in a state of embarrassment: "God! Yes, there is something pressing on me! Help me! Help me get it down! Ah-"
The old man who was lying on top of him had completely lost his shriveled and aged look. Her shoulders were hunched, and her face was thin with almost no flesh. Only the folded and stacked leather was wrapped around the bones, making her browbones protrude and her eye sockets sunken. Under the shadow of the backlight, the sunken eyes were dark, only the whites of the rolled eyes were particularly obvious, making the old man look like a terrifying monster.
At this moment, she was obviously fascinated by the surging resentment. She arched her muscular hands and grabbed the man's neck. With that posture and strength, it was as if she was about to break the man's neck.
Qi Chen gasped, and just as he was about to speak, he felt a sudden lightness in his arms.
He looked down and saw that the knife boy who had been pretending to be dead in his hands had disappeared, replaced by a cold knife light that fell into Long Ya's hands.
With just a blink of an eye, Qi Chen realized that Long Ya, who was standing by his wrist a second ago, emerged from the old lady's side, holding a short blade in his hand to precisely block the man's neck. He resisted the old lady's hand exactly, and the cold and sharp knife light swayed on the old lady's face rudely.
Qi Chen only heard her whimper, withdrew his hands and covered his eyes, rolled to the side, blocked by Long Ya's feet, then bent over and grabbed her arm and dragged her up, coldly said: "You have been the same for a hundred years. Why do you love to die so much from the mountain of swords and the sea of fire?! The order of prayer in exchange for never entering reincarnation made you so wasteful? Killing an irrelevant person was split by the sky and scattered. Let your son be dug up over and over again on this broken construction site?"
Hearing this, the old lady who was still struggling froze as if she had been tapped. After a moment of silence, she suddenly cried out with a whimper.
The move just now seemed to have exhausted most of her strength. At this time, she lost her momentum and looked extremely tired even when she moved. She moved twice, withdrew her arm from Longya's loose hand, dragged her already heavy body to the pile of broken bones exposed on the ground, leaned down, and circled the pile of broken bones , as if after four hundred years, she was holding her son who died in a foreign land.
With a sobbing voice, she almost sank into the soil, and was blown intermittently by the wind: "Mother is useless, mother is useless... You can't live in peace here for more than 430 years. ... My son, Mo Yan, can I go home with my mother? My mother is here to pick you up... "
But this cut off Long Ya and Qi Chen, and others couldn't see it at all.
The man who fell to the ground only saw Long Ya holding a short knife in front of his neck and blocking it, the pressure on him and the pain on his body suddenly disappeared, and even the goosebumps made people feel goosebumps. The gloomy wind suddenly stopped.
The man was completely confused, and he thanked Longya incoherently, and almost bit his tongue. He couldn't care less, and he rolled and crawled to greet others to run away together.
The people who rolled on the ground like a watermelon were disturbed by his movements, and they all woke up, turned over and got up, wanting to leave this evil construction site.
Long Ya glanced at them and said lazily, "Hey, don't rush to run, are you allowed to leave?" He raised his foot and stumbled on two of them. Where did he find a handful of things that looked like fried beans, and he sprinkled them randomly, but they were one by one, and the bullets were not empty.
Those fried beans didn't seem to be any ordinary things, and they stopped moving when they saw those who were hit fall to the ground one by two.
Qi Chen stared at it for a while, and couldn't help but leaned over and stretched out his finger to probe the breath of the person closest to him—
have to! All dizzy.
Long Ya clapped the dust on his hands that didn't exist, and raised his chin at Qi Chen with a fierce look on his face: "Why are you stupid there? Come here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the short sword in his hand intertwined with light and shadow, turned into powder, and then fell to the ground and regrouped into the round knife boy with short hands and short legs.
The three-inch-sized thing was probably comforted by Qi Chen's hug in the car. When he opened his eyes, he forgot his own master. With his two short legs, it swept into Qi Chen's arms like a gust of wind. He raised his face and rushed towards Qi Chen. After making a sound of silly music, he found a comfortable position and closed his eyes like a gourd with a big head.
Longya: "..."
Qi Chen laughed twice, and walked to Longya with the knife boy in his arms. Looking at the old man lying on the ground holding the broken bones, he whispered helplessly, "I found it, how can I bring it back?"
"I don't know." Long Ya replied calmly, "I've never done such an errand."
Qi Chen: "..." You've never done this kind of errand before, how can you take it so easily? !
Long Ya could see at a glance what he was slandering, spread his hands and said: "There is a prayer order, this thing is the most effective in the Three Realms."
Qi Chen wondered: "What exactly is a prayer order? Why is it so capable?"
"I can't say ability, it's a kind of rule." Long Ya glanced at him and explained: "Everything has to have a rule to work well, otherwise it will be messed up. This order is one of the rules. Any existence in the Three Realms can get it as long as you find the right way. Of course, the price of immortals is immortal, and the suffering of ghosts and ghosts is different."
He pointed to the old lady: "Ordinary souls like her, who have no foundation in themselves, just walk in the mountains of swords and fire, and those who can survive and breathe a sigh of relief can get a token of prayer. Then use the soul As a medium, at the price of never entering reincarnation, in exchange for the right to stay in the human world until the thing you want to accomplish. Of course, there are many restrictions during this period, and in order to send these special people back to their place as soon as possible , don't stay in the human world for too long, all the bulls, ghosts, snakes and gods in the three worlds who abide by the rules, as long as they see her showing the order, they have to do their best to help her... Hey, in short, this is a tricky thing, but there is always one One after another, people rushed to grab it one after another."
After listening to this long explanation, Qi Chen stared blankly at the hunched back of the old lady, and whispered in surprise: "Never... Never enter reincarnation?"
Longya gave a "hmm" and said lightly, "So what she said is to be a cow or a horse and let it be dispatched, you can just listen to the sound, you can't take it seriously."
Qi Chen shook his head: "I didn't take it seriously... But, are we just watching?"
"Who said that? I'm not thinking of a way?!" Long Ya snorted and said impatiently.
He pondered for a moment, then squatted down and patted the old lady on the shoulder: "I'm afraid your son is not..."
Halfway through his words, the old lady suddenly looked up at him. That expression was like a frightened bird, for fear that Long Ya would say such things as not being able to bring her son back.
"Hey, forget it." Seeing her like that, Long Ya swallowed back what he wanted to say, and reassured him with a rare conscience: "I didn't say anything, so don't be so excited."
He stretched out his slender and beautiful fingers, simply swiped two lines on the ground, and said to the old lady: "The place where your son's skeleton is located was manipulated, maybe someone designed it against someone back then, but your son The blood mold just crashed in, so the bones were all pressed here, and no one could hold them away."
The old lady's face fluctuated with his words. After several twists and turns, she finally settled on an anxious expression and asked Longya, "Then, then you must have a way?"
Long Ya coughed: "I specialize in surgery, I have always been responsible for arresting people and killing people, saving people is not within my scope..."
Old lady: "… "
Qi Chen felt that the expression on her face could probably be perfectly explained by the sentence "Are you kidding me".
"But I still know a little about it." Longya only restrained for less than two seconds, and immediately returned to the form of a big tailed wolf, and raised his chin at Qi Chen: "You are good at this, come over and shred this pile first. The bones are put together in the correct position."
Qi Chen: "...Isn't it a good idea to give priority to those who are good at restoring metal cultural relics?"
Long Ya said "oh": "I don't know, I didn't write that thing! If you have any doubts, go back and find personnel! Now please shut up and put away the nonsense and get down to business! How long have I been here, hurry up? ?"
Qi Chen twitched the corners of his mouth and was defeated: "...Okay."
He was very fortunate that he took a lot of miscellaneous courses that he found useful in addition to professional courses when he was in school. Otherwise, no one else would be able to serve this uncle named Long.
It's just that the elective courses are all basic things in other majors, and you may not be able to memorize them, let alone practical exercises
Qi Chen watched the old lady stand aside to make way for him, and looked at him with an expression of incomparable trust and expectation, and couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. After all, he felt that he was not necessarily more reliable than a pure layman like Long Ya in this regard.
The broken bones exposed on the mud floor looked unusual.
Compared with normal human bone, it has not changed color after being buried for too many years, and there is no sign of mold and decay. It's Bai Sensen's. It seems that the dust on it can be shaken off with two strokes. It's as clean as if it's been polished. Even the joints of the fragments are not worn or broken. joined together.
Such an abnormal state can probably only be explained by Long Ya's phrase "passive hands and feet".
Qi Chen knelt down beside the pile of broken bones, and habitually moved his thin and clean fingers before reaching out to touch the broken bones.
As soon as his fingertips touched it, he was shivered by the shockingly cold chill. A deep sadness was transmitted to the top of his heart along the biting cold touch, as if the owner of this broken bone was expressing the grievances that had not been dissipated for hundreds of years.
This is obviously not a good feeling, but it makes Qi Chen feel an inexplicable familiarity from the bottom of his heart.
The previous apprehension disappeared at this moment, as if he had been opened up in an instant, he managed to hold the pile of broken bones, calm and calm with a gentle compassion that he himself could not perceive. .
It was as if he was pacifying a resentful soul that had been restless for hundreds of years through these white bones.
The process of fighting the bones was smooth and smooth, and Qi Chen himself was surprised.
When he placed the last piece of broken bone in the correct position, he only felt that something dazzling flashed by in front of him, and then, a circle appeared on the ground that was empty except for the upturned soil, which happened to lock the white bone lock. In it, in the four directions of east, west, north and south on the edge of the circle, a small talisman paper is pressed on each side.
The paper was filled with incomprehensible patterns like ghosts and talismans, and the dark red handwriting looked like dried blood.
Qi Chen was stunned for a moment, not daring to act rashly, so he turned back to look at Long Ya.
Unexpectedly, Longya didn't want to think about it, he leaned down and simply ripped the paper talisman that looked very mysterious, and there was not a single piece left.
Just as the last paper talisman was also taken off, several shrill screams suddenly sounded.