Qi Chen's own courage is not too small, otherwise he would have been frightened and fell ill when he met the old lady in the wilderness last time. At this moment, Long Ya was not far away, which strengthened his courage.
So when he heard that kind of sound like a knock on the door, he was only stunned for a moment, and then simply pushed the door open again.
"What's wrong?" Lao Yuan, who was walking in front of him, looked back at him suspiciously.
Long Ya, who headed downstairs, stopped when he heard Lao Yuan's words, and stood in the middle of the stairs and looked this way.
A pot of asparagus on the desk of Lao Yuan's study was swayed by the wind brought by the door, and the thin branches and leaves were swayed. Other than that, there was no other moving thing.
Qi Chen blinked at the empty study room and said to Lao Yuan, "Oh no, I accidentally kicked the edge of the blanket when I went out just now, and rolled it up against the crack of the door. I'm sorry."
Lao Yuan smiled and said, "Hey, it's alright. The piece next to the door was crumpled by me last time, and I often get up when the door is closed."
"Well, I opened it again and then closed it again." Qi Chen nodded, while talking nonsense with a calm face, he glanced at the glass cabinet in the corner of the study. The armor holding Mo Dao inside was the same as what they had seen before, still standing silently.
Just as he endured the doubts in his heart and held the doorknob to close the door again, that kind of knocking sound resounded again, "tuk-tuk-tuk" three times, a little duller than before.
However, Qi Chen now fully realized what the sound was - the heavy raindrops outside the window were slanted by the wind, and it happened that a few drops hit the window frame to make this kind of knocking sound.
He usually heard it when it rained heavily, but today, for some reason, when he came to Lao Yuan's house, he became suspicious.
Probably because before coming here, Shan Xiao said that Lao Yuan's expression was wrong and he was hiding things.
Qi Chen closed the study room tightly, smiled at Lao Yuan, and followed him to the stairs.
Long Ya then retracted his gaze, and said in his mouth, "ink marks."
This is much gentler than his usual performance.
Under normal circumstances, Qi Chen had a problem with closing the door and made him wait there dryly. He would definitely have damaged Qi Chen from his brain to his little toe long ago.
It can be seen that he just knew that something was wrong with Lao Yuan, so he deliberately spent his time here, wanting to see what Lao Yuan was doing to bring them here.
The three people in the room had their own thoughts, and when it was getting dark, they actually sat down and ate dinner together.
The food was ordered by Lao Yuan on the phone from a hotel he used to go to, probably because acquaintances were given priority. It didn't take long for it to be ready and delivered. I thought it tasted good, but no one wanted to eat it.
The dining table, like a lot of furniture in this room, is also made of solid wood, thick and airy, but the three people sitting around it look empty, there is really no atmosphere.
But Lao Yuan sighed with a complicated expression: "It's been a long time since no one accompanies me to have a good meal at home like this."
These words were simply sent to someone else's mouth, so Qi Chen was very knowledgeable and logically asked the questions he had when he entered the door: "Where are your family members?"
Lao Yuan paused with his hand holding the wine glass, then put down the glass and sighed: "My wife passed away twenty years ago, she was ill, I just started my own business at that time, and I didn't have much money in my hands. , I couldn't take her to the best hospital to find the best doctor. The problem on the kidney is not so easy to treat. At first, there were signs of improvement, and then it suddenly deteriorated. I took her all the way to a better hospital. , I changed three families, but I still couldn't save her. This person... Sometimes if you say no, you can't do it. You can't hold it back. After all, there is still a son, and her parents..."
As soon as Qi Chen heard it, he knew almost everything that happened after that—Lao Yuan's wife's parents would only live for more than ten or twenty years, no matter how long they lived, they should be gone now, it's just his son...
"After my wife passed away, I started working hard on that business, trying to make more money, for fear that someone in my family would get sick but I didn't have the money to save them. It was also those years when I was so busy. I don't even have time to rest at home, so naturally I can't take care of my son. My son's middle school is a boarding system. When he first went to report, I was running business outside, and it was the school that his grandparents sent him to. , I had a car accident when I came back, and it was gone."
Lao Yuan smiled bitterly: "Since that incident, my son has stopped kissing me. Junior high school is a boarding school, and high school is the three key schools in Westport. He chose the one with closed teaching, and the university simply ran farther. to the police academy."
Qi Chen couldn't bear to ask anymore.
As a result, Lao Yuan stopped for a while, took a sip of wine, and after a few seconds of silence, he continued: "He went to the police force after graduation, and what is wrong with his inheritance, he is most like me, I am true. I'd rather not be like him. I participated in the case the next year, and when the suspect was arrested, he was... The knife was taken from him like this..." He said, the wine in his throat choked, and the words stopped. Can't go on.
Qi Chen was fine with everything else, but he was most afraid of this kind of scene, because he didn't know how to comfort him.
"He didn't even look at what the suspect was and jumped up. They've already stabbed a family of three, and he's afraid to stab one more person? That's a vicious person who doesn't want to die! How could he be worse than that suspect... At that time I found out that when I have no money, I can't get my wife's life back, and even if I have money, I still can't get my two old people and my son's lives back. So I left the company to others, and I always ran out of time at the beginning. To accompany them, now I have time, but only photos to accompany me... "
Lao Yuan covered his eyes, and after a while, he rubbed his face and took a sip of wine again, "Actually, I don't study very deeply about antiques, that is, after two years of spare time, I looked through some of the ones my son bought before. I just got to know a little bit about books, and occasionally get together with a few friends that I can chat with, and then I get to know Lao Chen. He often has some strange things there. to the armor."
"Armor?" After hearing these two words, Qi Chen felt that Lao Yuan had finished laying the groundwork, and finally wanted to focus on the main point. Even Long Ya, who had been enduring impatient listening for a long time, put down the wine glass that was turning in his hand, leaned on the back of the chair with his arms folded, and waited for Lao Yuan's words.
Lao Yuan nodded: "Yes, at that time, I saw a mark cut by a knife on the chest of the armor, and there was also a mark on the waist, and I remembered my son inexplicably. I can't tell if it's the real thing or the imitation at all. I just saw the two wounds, so I thought of taking it back, so I don't have to put it in Lao Chen's place. Knives and bows and arrows, put them in a set, and a few friends have been urging me to check it out to see if it’s imitation. In fact, if the armor is really well wrapped, it can be brought to the scene, it’s just me I don't really want to take it out, so I just brought the Mo Dao. Thank you two for not taking the trouble to come here with me this year."
When his voice fell, there was another muffled thunder outside, rumbled across the sky, and the sound of whistle came from the distant port, whistling muffled in the rain.
Qi Chen glanced out the window.
In this season, the sky itself gets dark early, and it sinks at five or six o'clock, not to mention it is a rainy day, which makes the night darker. The floor-to-ceiling window of the restaurant just faces the river, and the torrential rain has stirred up a layer of fog on the river, and a thin layer of water vapor is hazy on the window glass.
"Have you finished what you should say?" After Lao Yuan finished speaking, Long Ya waited for a few more seconds. Seeing that he had no intention of speaking again, he raised his chin with a cold face, stretched out a hand and bent his index finger on the solid wood. "Tuk Tuk" knocked twice on the table.
Both Lao Yuan and Qi Chen turned their attention to him.
"Say, it's over." Lao Yuan's chopsticks froze in the air, with an expression on his face that he didn't understand what Long Ya meant.
"Ha—" Long Ya crossed Erlang's legs and sneered arrogantly. He raised his finger and pointed at Qi Chen and himself, and said, "You old man really think we can talk to each other?! Just wait, I waited for you to go straight to the topic while holding back your impatience, but you have been here with me for more than 58,000 years, and you have been dragging your feet for more than 20 years without mentioning the real business! You have been living by the river for a long time, and your brain has not been full of water, right? After more than 20 years of experience and lessons, you can't understand the lessons. If you don't mix up, you will be a ghost! How can I be so patient to listen to you here? What about the story meeting? Saying a word, I can't wait to look upstairs three times, you can't die if you say what's going on? It's just that this guy who is more powerful than Mopan is here to accompany you to hurt spring and autumn - what you see, what you say is You, the first time you were scammed? What kind of ancestor did you grow up with?"
"..." Qi Chen suddenly gave him a fierce stare, and suddenly said innocently, "I've grown my heart, and I'm also waiting for him to go to the subject."
Lao Yuan was blown up by the dragon teeth, and his head was dizzy. He couldn't hold it any longer, and even his sitting posture became depressed. He squeezed his fingers and was pierced by the dragon teeth. Upstairs aiming more frequently, Qi Chen was afraid that he would reveal his eyeballs so vividly.
After Long Ya tore off that layer of pretentious skin, his patience became even worse. He couldn't see Lao Yuan Moji at all. When he saw him aiming upstairs again, he slammed the table: "Aim again?! I'll give it to you again. Two seconds, we can go without saying, if I really want to go, you can't stop me, I regret that there is no place to cry."
Qi Chen silently smoothed his hair by the side, and then said: "Don't ask, the question must be on the armor, what else can be upstairs other than that? Nine times out of ten, the armor is alive again."
Longya hugged his arms and snorted: "I know, I just want to see if he will suffocate to death."
"..." Lao Yuan was beaten all over, and was shocked by the words of Long Ya and Qi Chen, and then he stammered: "You, do you believe that the armor can live?"
Long Ya sneered: "What a new thing, I have never seen it before."
Qi Chen laughed dryly: "I believe it, why don't I believe it, I have seen something similar."
As soon as Lao Yuan heard this, he felt as if he had been beaten with blood, and said excitedly: "That's right! It's that armor, it! It's really alive! In fact, when I took it back, there was nothing unusual about it. , or I didn't notice it, but I discovered it after a long time. The first time I got up in the middle of the night, I had a bad stomach, I got up and poured water to look for medicine, and I heard a banging sound in the study room, clucking, I was shocked, I thought it was a thief. But the management of our community has always been very strict. Basically, the front side is not allowed to enter, and the back is facing the river. Can't a thief enter the study from the river? I wait until the top is completely There was no movement, and it was dawn, so I went to the study to look at it, but the windows were locked inside, and the study was neat and tidy, and nothing was missing. Later, when I met me again, I took the courage to cut it. The kitchen knife went into the study and looked at it, and as a result, I saw that the armor in the glass cabinet was moving, it was shaking like it had been electrocuted, and it knocked on the glass from time to time to make that sound. I was so frightened, I called the police."
Qi Chen: "..."
"But no one believed it. I told my friends that they didn't come into contact with antiques for a day or two, and they never encountered such a thing, so why did I catch up." Lao Yuan said with a bitter face, "I then simply I asked them to stay here for a few days, thinking that they would believe it when they saw it with their own eyes, but after staying there for more than a week, the armor didn't move at all, it was like going against me! I can't always drag others here I had to let them go back first. Later, when I saw it again in the middle of the night, I simply wanted to use my phone to record it, but the whole phone was not quite right. After a few flashes, the screen went black until the second The genius restarted. I couldn't do anything about it. I kept talking about it. Several friends began to persuade me to see a psychiatrist. If I go on, I think I'm not in a normal state of mind. Later, I really couldn't sleep well and lost my energy. I couldn't live in it at all, so I simply took back a rented apartment in the city and moved there. In fact, this house has been idle here for a while. Later, someone told me that there was an appraiser conference in Lingshi. You can ask, I have no other way, I plan to identify whether it is genuine, if it is not genuine, I will simply find a place to throw it away, if it is genuine, I will donate it to a museum or something, and transfer it to It’s not good for others to scare others out of illness, and the museum is not crowded at night anyway, so it won’t scare anyone.”
Long Ya sneered: "You are really noble." He stood up and strode toward the stairs.
"Huh?" Lao Yuan was taken aback by his actions, stood up but hesitated to follow, after all, he was really afraid of that study.
Qi Chen was different. He felt that it was much safer to be with Longya than to stay elsewhere, so he simply got up and followed Longya upstairs.
As soon as he left, Lao Yuan looked at their backs, then looked at the empty first floor and the dark windows, and suddenly shouted: "I, I'm going too! Wait for me, I'll go too." trotted up the stairs.
"Yo! Are you bold this time?" Long Ya didn't forget to stimulate him, walking to the door of the study while talking, and grabbed Qi Chen behind him with his long arms.
Lao Yuan catches up angrily: "It's not really useful for you to come up now, expert, it may not be moving tonight, after all, it is also something from the Tang Dynasty, and it is quite good to pack up and put away in the museum. It's worth it, you can't smash it directly, right?"
"Why are you so worried? Who said I'm going to smash it? If it's true to what you said, it must wake up tonight!" Long Ya didn't bother to reach out for Lao Yuan, so he directly raised his chin at him, He motioned for him to roll behind him, too, so as not to get in the way.
"Why?" Qi Chen stuck his head out behind him and asked.
Long Ya raised his hand and patted his forehead and pressed him back, "Ha" smiled and said, "Because its Mo Knife drank blood today. You don't know that drinking blood is the best and fastest way to wake up the knife. And I just heard it downstairs—moves!" By the time he said the last two words, he had already raised his hand to the doorknob and opened the door.
Sure enough, as soon as the door was opened, Qi Chen and Lao Yuan, who was hiding behind, heard a "clucking" sound. Before, because of the loud rain and the reason of being downstairs, apart from the inhuman beings like Longya. Good, the other two people can't hear it, but now the door opens, they can hear it clearly.
Lao Yuan shivered obviously, and turned his head and ran downstairs.
Qi Chen stood by the door and turned on the light in the study.
As soon as the field of vision brightened, the scene in the glass cabinet clearly fell into the eyes of everyone—
I saw that the armor that was still standing quietly when I was watching it that afternoon seemed to be stunned by magic. , as if they were bound by invisible ropes from head to toe, breaking them one by one, and the most violent movement was the Mo Dao that seemed to be in his hand.
I don't know if it was because of the distorted color of the lights at night or what, Qi Chen always felt that the dark blue-black armor and Mo Dao were faintly reddish due to the oxide layer.
It was as if a layer of blood had been smeared on the blue-black iron, and it was wet.
"This... how to make it settle down?" Qi Chen asked Long Ya.
"I have a lot of experience with this—" Long Ya twisted his neck, made a "click" sound, and replied lazily: "It's useless to keep tied up, it will only accumulate more and more resentment, and it will take a long time to deal with it. It's even more troublesome. Now put it out, clean it up and obey it, it will be honest, just right, I haven't sent the place for a few days, the muscles and bones are loosened, and the joints are tightened. "
Qi Chen looked at him suspiciously: "Are you sure?"
"Why so much nonsense—" Long Ya glanced back at him impatiently, "Of course it's certain, most of the people from Guanghe up and down are cleaned up like this."
Qi Chen: "..." How dare Director Dong give Guanghe the skin of a cultural relics protection company! Protect a ghost? This is so bully...
They are also copper-skinned and iron-boned guys. Longya seems to know this thing very well, how to make a look like he is in the chest.
As soon as he raised his hand, a round and translucent dumpling rolled out of thin air, with a big head on top of short hands and short legs, as if looking back to see Qi Chen holding a knife boy who wouldn't let go.
The little guy rolled around in the air, and when it fell into Longya's hands, the golden light flashed and turned into a single-arc thin knife with a bow and back!
The moment Long Ya grasped the handle of the knife, his wrist flipped, and the thin knife turned around very lightly, slashing on the glass cabinet.
I don't know what material the knife that the knife boy turned out is made of, it simply cuts iron like mud. Longya just flipped his wrist and cut it in a simple way, as easy as cutting tofu. He just cut the knife into the glass case, and pulled it from top to bottom without making any harsh sawing sound. After he came out and swiped silently to the end, he raised his hand and drew it back, and the thin knife was retracted.
Qi Chen listened to Lao Yuan, who was next to him, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice tremblingly, "Why did he suddenly have a lot of knives in his hand?"
After hearing this, Qi Chen remembered what Long Ya said last time, it seems that ordinary people can't see Daotong, but can only see the real sword that Daotong transformed into. Thinking of this, he felt that something was wrong, but before he could think about it, he heard Lao Yuan exclaim, "Ouch": "My custom cabinet!"
As his voice fell, the glass cabinet, which seemed to have been slashed vertically, suddenly made a light "click", then split in half and fell to the ground. Thanks to a blanket on the floor, the fate of being broken into slag was avoided.
Long Ya just lazily held the thin knife in one hand and took out a small stack of talisman papers in the other.
With a flick of his wrist, the stack of talisman papers suddenly burned.
The last time Qi Chen saw a piece of talisman paper he burned, only a small ball of fire came out. This time, there were too many talismans, and the fire that burned was very terrifying. It was like pouring a spoonful of water into a boiling oil pan, and the fire jumped out more than a meter high. Fortunately, the roof of Lao Yuan's house is quite high, even if Long Ya is so tall, he can't reach the top even with his arms outstretched. The flames licked a few times, but still didn't lick the ceiling.
And Longya was not afraid of being burned by the fire at all, so he just held the palm upwards, bending his fingers to hold the big fire, waiting for it to burn the stack of talisman paper into fine ashes and land on the dragon. Tooth palm.
Seeing Long Ya lightly swiping the knife on his palm without blinking, the red blood instantly poured out from the ashes in the palm, soaking the fine mass of ashes thoroughly.
Qi Chen couldn't help frowning when he saw it, and wanted to speak out, but felt that interrupting at this time was only for scolding, so he had to swallow the words and stared at Long Ya's palm.
As a result, the blood-soaked paper ash became as black as carbon, but it didn't stick to a lump, it was still a loose handful.
Long Ya was too lazy to do anything, so he raised his foot and hooked the wooden chassis, and moved the middle of the armoured study in the corner that was still shaking.
Qi Chen couldn't help but glanced at the armor again, who knew it was okay, but he was startled—
It only took a few minutes, and the dark red blood on the armor became so obvious that it seemed to seep out in the next second. A layer of blood light, and it is getting more and more prosperous, and the evil nature is fierce.
Lao Yuan squeezed out an extremely weak exclamation in his throat when he saw it, even more frightened.
It's just that as soon as he raised his head with the "Ow-" sound, Qi Chen glanced at him, made a booing gesture at him, and told him to shut his mouth very euphemistically.
So that scream lingered in his throat for a while, and finally he was suffocated, so that his face was flushed red, so that he didn't choked to death.
Qi Chen was watching with his heart in his eyes without blinking, but he saw Long Ya turned around and beckoned at him: "Come here."
"Me?" Although Qi Chen looked surprised, he still rolled over obediently, walked to Longya's side, and said, "What's wrong?"
When Lao Yuan saw Qi Chen passed by, he was left standing there by himself, and he was a little horrified. When a normal person is afraid, he always likes to go to places with a lot of people, but now in his house, the place with the most people is the most dangerous place, so he struggled and shivered twice, or chose to stay where he was and continue to be a man. Humanoid mallet.
Of course, Long Ya didn't have time to worry about whether he would be scared to pee or not, so he just lowered his head and explained things to Qi Chen: "You use this thing and wipe it on the wounds of this armor." He held Qi Chen's fingers as he spoke. head, let him open his palm, and then poured the handful of paper ashes that he was holding in his left hand into Qi Chen's hand.
"I'm coming?" Qi Chen was very puzzled.
"Nonsense, didn't you see that the middle of my palm was cut?" Long Ya replied confidently, and then pointed at the armor and urged, "Come on, don't you see this is about to shake off?"
Qi Chen glanced at the palm of his exposed palm, and it was clean without a drop of blood on it, and the slit cut by the knife had disappeared. Even if his eyes were blind, he could not see the scar. The animal-shaped physique is estimated to have healed in an instant.
So the palm is cut, so it is inconvenient to plaster it. This is simply bullshit!
However, Qi Chen had always been used to being called by him. Although he had a question mark in his heart, he still followed the instructions of Long Ya and approached the armor.
Although the armor was constantly struggling, it seemed that it would break free from the bondage and rush forward in the next second. With the blood plated on it, it had the effect of a thriller, but with Long Ya, the fearless uncle, beside him, Qi Chen didn't feel any fear.
He held the handful of black paper ash in one hand, squeezed a pinch in the other, and smeared it on the long and narrow knife wound on the chest of the armor.
As Lao Yuan said, the knife wound started from the underside of the left arm guard, traversed the entire chest, and slashed all the way to the waist. If it weren't for the right back, the front would be broken in half.
When Qi Chen's fingers touched the armor, he only felt a biting cold air rushing in along his fingertips, so cold that he couldn't help shivering.
It was colder than the snowy day in the winter and twelfth lunar month, just like the temperature that the old lady's hand brought him before - it was the cold air from the Yellow Springs, the cold air from death, so cold that even the bones and joints tingled.
When he smeared the knife wound with black paper ash, there were fragmentary fragments, like a malfunctioning projector, playing frame by frame in front of his eyes.
He saw the smoke billowing from the sky, the ruined city walls stained with soot and blood, and the flags were burnt to only a few rags.
And then there are corpses, horses, people...
intact, broken...
In such a tragic scene, there are still people who continue to charge forward, stepping on the corpses under their feet, holding long swords and bows and arrows, with blood all over their faces, rushing forward...
The icy metal under his hands shook violently, causing pain in his fingertips. Qi Chen subconsciously retracted his fingertips, which were a little numb as if they were acupuncture. Those bloody pictures disappeared from his eyes.
He was stunned for a moment, then completely recovered.
"What?" Long Ya lowered his head and glanced at his fingers, then looked at the armor, and asked, he didn't seem to know that Qi Chen's fingers would see those fragments.
"Oh no, I seem to have seen some scenes that armor-wearing people saw before their lives." Qi Chen explained, and squeezed his fingers again to ease the tingling feeling of being frozen, and squeezed again. A pinch of paper ashes was smeared on.
When the first stab wound was applied to his head, Qi Chen felt that the armor, which had always been colder than ice, suddenly became hot, as if a light bulb with poor contact was turned on for a second.
Then, he heard the metal armor re-running like a rusted gear, making a "squeaky" sound that changed its tone, and the knife wound across the entire chest was just under Qi Chen's eyelids. Gradually close up.
The broken metal cuts were sucked together again, and then there were no traces of being chopped by the knife.
Qi Chen blinked, secretly surprised in his heart, but still calmly squeezed a pinch of paper dust on his face and smeared it on a long mouth on the waist of the armor.
It was still an icy chill, there were still flickering scenes, and the tips of his fingers were still numb to the point of tingling, but Qi Chen didn't show any unbearable expression, his fingers stably slid across the last part of the wound.
Just like before, when Qi Chen put his hand away, the armor warmed up slightly, and then, accompanied by the soft sound of "creaking", the wound on his waist also grew back together.
Long Ya held Qi Chen's wrist, poured the remaining bit of paper dust into his hands, then patted Qi Chen's forehead, and said, "Go back."
Qi Chen nodded, holding his still somewhat numb fingers and retreating to Lao Yuan's side.
At this time, after witnessing scenes that were beyond his comprehension, Lao Yuan kept his mouth open and could no longer speak.
Longya held the handful of paper ashes and sprinkled it around the armor.
Before the wound closed, the armor was still twisting and shaking like a rope that was tied round and round when it struggled. When the two knife-edges on the chest and waist, which should be fatal wounds, were long, the armor seemed to be loosened in an instant, and the range of motion suddenly increased.
The circle of paper dust was finally connected to the opening at the end.
At the moment when the two o'clock met, Qi Chen watched helplessly as a person suddenly appeared in the empty armor. The man's face was extremely pale, his eye sockets were sunken, his lips were dry and cracked, as if he had just climbed out of the palace of the King of Hell. looks like.
He wears a pocket on his head, a breastplate on his body, and the arm guards are tightly tied to his arms, wrapping the curves of strong and sturdy muscles. , is obviously the owner of this armor.
Almost at the moment when he appeared, he took the Mo Dao and swung it around and slashed towards Long Ya.
The double-edged knife head slashed a string of knife light in the air, almost dazzling the eyes, and the swept knife wind shot straight towards Qi Chen and Lao Yuan.
Qi Chen dragged Lao Yuan Chao to the side, and the fierce knife wind slammed on the wooden door, and immediately slapped the door into a pile of broken wood.
Qi Chen: "..."
Lao Yuan: "..."
However, Long Ya held his frivolous saber, pressed against the blade of the Chang Mo saber like a thousand pieces of gold, and then gently picked it up, and took the soul-recovering soldier to one side.
But the soldier was not a fuel-efficient lamp either. He couldn't turn around and fell to the head with a heavy slash. After being evaded by Longya, he shook the tip of the knife and went straight to Longya's throat.
Long Ya always looks lazy on weekdays, but he still doesn't take off that lazy energy when he fights. Maybe he is too strong to try his best, or maybe he needs to take care of this armor as he said.
On the other hand, looking at the soldiers, the swords and knives seemed to contain a thousand strengths, and all the moves went straight to the fatal point, with overflowing murderous aura.
Lao Yuan's study was shot like it was looted by his strong sword style, and none of the bookshelves and desks were spared.
And that soldier seems to have the stance of becoming more and more courageous and never dying. Every move is faster than every move, and several times the knife wind almost slapped Lao Yuan's face directly, so scared that Lao Yuan is about to jump out with his head in his arms.
Seeing that it would be a hassle to kill the generals who lick their blood on the battlefield, Long Ya finally became impatient. Seeing his brows wrinkle, the knife in his hand slammed into the ground, and he tilted his head to Qi Chen's direction and said, "Get out!"
Looking at his expression, Qi Chen knew that he was probably tired of fighting like this. Eighty percent of the time, he wanted to make a quick decision, so he immediately dragged Lao Yuan downstairs and went straight to the outside of the room, so as not to avoid it. Longya collapsed the whole house without control. I can still remember what happened to the house in the wilderness last time.
The rain outside was getting lighter, and the bean-sized raindrops had turned into ticklish threads of rain. They didn't immediately drown the two of them, but they were a little embarrassed.
While running towards the right side of the house, Lao Yuan said to Qi Chen, "Come here! There is a corridor here!"
Qi Chen ran three or two steps behind him and hid in the corridor.
The interior and exterior design of the villa area here is quite Chinese. One house has a courtyard and a small corridor on the side. When the weather is good, you can probably sit in the corridor and watch the river view.
Qi Chen wasn't worried about Long Ya's strength, but he couldn't help holding his arms and rubbing the cold air.
Just thinking about it, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
I don't know if it's because of Xu Liang's incident last time that I have a little psychological shadow. I always have to think twice about listening to anyone talking to see if there are any flaws or anomalies.
So something that Lao Yuan said before suddenly appeared in his mind—
He said that someone told him that there was a treasure appraising conference in Lingshi, and asked Lao Yuan to come and see, maybe he could ask for help.
When these words were played back in his mind, he suddenly remembered what the old lady said last time. It was also someone who told her that she could go to Guanghe for help...
And at that time, without Qi Chen's knowledge, that person quietly attached to Xu Liang and gave instructions to the old lady all the way.
What about this time
This time... If it really has something to do with that person, who can he quietly attach to it
Qi Chen suddenly felt a chill behind him, and suddenly turned to look at Lao Yuan.
Seeing that Lao Yuan, who had been shivering and was frightened, seemed to have changed his personality, his face became so calm that it was almost weird. The moment Qi Chen turned his head to look at him, the corners of his mouth twitched into a stiff expression. Laughing like a corpse, he whispered, "Long time no see..."
Qi Chen sucked in a breath of cold air, and just as he was about to dodge away, he felt that his shoulders were being restrained by an inhuman force, almost penetrating through the clothes and embedded in the flesh. Before he had time to struggle, he was carried over by the man and plunged into the bone-chilling river water.