"Why is this with a hidden weapon?!" Qi Chen, who was kneeling beside the skeleton, blinked.
Long Ya grabbed his arm and pulled him to his side, sneering, "I admire how big you are! Go behind!"
After he finished speaking, he drew Qi Chen behind him with his long arms, his left hand grabbed the black shadow that suddenly came out of the mud around the skeleton, and his right hand suddenly appeared, facing the wave of attackers that melted into the night. Row down, take advantage of the trend, and throw down a row of seven watermelon-like balls.
When the seven black things "Gululu" rolled to his feet, Qi Chen realized that there were eyes, a nose, and a mouth that could only be split to the root of the ear...
It was a row of heads.
It's just that this head looks very weird, big and round, like an inflated balloon. The eyes are as big as copper bells, but they are fake as if two pieces of paper are cut and black eyeballs are attached to them. The nose is so collapsed that it is almost impossible to see the existence of the bridge of the nose. The tip of the nose came out, and the split mouth was as big as a beast's mouth, revealing two rows of fangs protruding from pigs and dogs.
In short, it's ugly beyond words...
Seeing this row of things, Qi Chen's hunger disappeared immediately. He really couldn't bear to face this row of big eyes in silence, so he stretched out his foot and wanted to kick the one under his eyelids to the side.
Unfortunately, he failed to control the angle and strength. When kicking, his foot slipped and accidentally stepped on it, and he heard a crisp sound of "pop", resounding like a firecracker in the night, and suddenly shocked those in front of him. With a trembling of Longya's hand, he squeezed the one that he was strangling on the neck, and with a "pop", he sprayed something like sand all over his body.
Long Ya suddenly threw the leaking leather in his hand angrily, turned around and glared at Qi Chen, roaring: "I'm fighting to the death! You are playing with this disgusting thing as a cannon behind you. ?!"
Qi Chen blinked innocently: "I don't." After saying that, as if remembering something, he silently retracted his foot on a piece of leather, and shook the sand on his trousers.
Longya: "..."
Qi Chen: "..." What the hell is a desperate fight
Longya's fur-covered hair sniffed his sleeve with disgust on his face: "This ghastly thing really smells like a day for thousands of years!"
Qi Chen, who was about to bend over and pat his trouser legs, withdrew his hand again, raised his head and asked, "Have you seen this before? What is this?"
"Leather figurines." Long Ya endured for a few seconds with a dark face, and finally couldn't help but take off his coat, patted the sand on the surface, and said: "I just poured it into the leather and soaked it. A puppet made of the black sand of corpse oil."
Qi Chen twitched the corners of his mouth: "corpse oil..."
"Yes, this smell can be so disgusting that people don't want to eat meat." Long Ya squeezed the collar of his coat, looked around, shook his head, and found a talisman paper from nowhere. Shaking, a handful of flames appeared in the palm of his hand.
"Hey—" Qi Chen just wanted to stop it, when he saw Long Ya throw the fire on the coat, and with a "huh", the whole coat was burned, and it burned into a pile of ashes in an instant.
Long Ya glanced at Qi Chen, who was stunned: "Hey, what the heck, the place where the black sand touches, it's okay to shake it off immediately and not a grain is left, this coat eats sand, and it's not clean, even if it doesn't burn, it won't take a few minutes. It will rot by itself in minutes, and the smell will be even worse, so leave it to cover the New Year as incense?"
"Rotten?!" Qi Chen quickly looked up at his trousers. Fortunately, the jeans were relatively hard and did not stick to sand. He shook off the trouser legs. Fortunately, he avoided the embarrassment of taking off his trousers. But there were some stains on the shoes, and I don't know if it was a psychological effect or what, Qi Chen felt that something was wrong.
He was hesitating, when he felt that something cold fell on his hand, which made him startled.
Before he could react, he saw white flakes floating down one after another.
The snow that had just stopped in Jiang City fell down again in Qianyang, Yun City, which was separated by two provinces.
"It's snowing again, the snow doesn't seem to have stopped for the past few days..." Qi Chen murmured, and as soon as the words fell, he found that a faint light flashed in front of him.
A little sequelae caused by what happened just now, he conditioned reflexively to hide towards Longya, and just stood firm, only to find that the shimmering light came from the skeleton that he had spelled together.
I saw that the circle that enclosed the bones disappeared, and a small bean light appeared on every broken bone that was enclosed in it. Little by little, like fireflies.
After they lingered around the skeleton, they floated to the side of the old lady who was not far from Qi Chen. Like floating dust, they gathered around her quietly, like her son Zhengtuo who died four hundred years ago. After these hundred fireflies, they were staring at her.
The old lady's turbid eyes widened, and she watched in disbelief as the fireflies gradually formed a human shape in front of her. Although she couldn't make up clear facial features, she could tell that it was a tall and thin man. , much taller than the old lady.
Yinghuo moved, and saw the man open his arms, leaned over, and wrapped the thin and shriveled old man into his arms.
At the moment when the old lady was hugged by Xu, her body shook violently, and her eyes that had been staring at last couldn't help but tremble. It swayed at the tip of his chin, and then dripped down, just passing through the shoulders of the man made of fireflies, and passed through the position of the heart, smearing into the mud.
Just like an obsession that lasted for 431 years, it struck the heart of the person concerned, and finally the dust settled.
"Shi An, my son Shi An... Mother finally, finally sees you again..." The old lady shook her voice and called her son's name twice.
When she cried before, she always whimpered, her voice was hoarse and intermittent, like it was pressed in her throat, which made people sad to hear it. But this time, the burden of carrying a hundred years can finally be unloaded, and she has no restraint, and really burst into tears.
The man made of fireflies couldn't make a sound, couldn't speak, couldn't comfort her, just patted the old man's back gently.
As long as she cried, he filmed it for as long as possible.
It wasn't until the old man was so dumb that she could barely utter a sound, and she finally stopped sobbing. Like many ordinary old people in this world, she began to ramble about what happened in the past 100 years, as if the man in front of her was still alive in the world, and when he said it, he could really hear it and remember it in his heart. : "When you left home, it was a snowy day. You came back. Look, this day, it snowed again... Four hundred years..."
But she was really too old. She remembered only a few things that happened over the years, and they were all related to finding bones. So she said a couple of sentences, then bluntly skipped over the ones she suffered, and started the next paragraph without beginning or end...
After a long four hundred years, she was finally finished in a few sentences, and she had to repeat it a few times as if it was not enough.
The snow got bigger and bigger and fell on the old man's hair, but it mixed with the white hair, and it didn't melt, it just covered it lightly.
The man raised his hand, as if he wanted to help her dust off, but found that he could no longer touch the things in this world. After a long pause, he slowly put down his hand.
Until the firefly in front of her gradually dimmed, the old lady finally sighed and stopped the chatter.
She felt that there was still a lot to say, and it seemed that she had already said everything she wanted to tell him over and over again. The century-old lovesickness finally had a day to pay, which was considered a big dream.
The old lady patted her son's hand in a virtual way, and took him tremblingly to the front of Long Ya and Qi Chen.
Two ghosts, one old and one young, faced Long Ya and Qi Chen, knelt on their knees, and slowly kowtowed their heads.
Qi Chen bent down and stretched out his hand to help the old lady up, but found that his fingers went straight through the old man's body and could no longer touch her.
The old lady raised her head, looked at them and said, "The long wish is over, I can't repay the old man, I just ask the two of you to help me to the end and bring my son's bones back to Baihe, I'm afraid I won't be able to last until then ..." The voice got lower and lower as she gradually faded, and at the end it was almost like a whisper.
When she saw Qi Chen nodded, the old lady finally closed her eyes and kowtowed again. With the posture of lying on the ground, she snorted and dispersed with the wind, and the man made of fireflies followed her away and reattached to the skeleton, and there was no trace to follow.
Just listening to the sound of "clang-", a white jade inlaid gold bracelet fell to the ground, and after rolling around, it returned to peace.