It is a big taboo to panic in battle and disturb the morale of the army, but at this time, no one reprimanded Juefa. Even Bai Yan had a gloomy expression and said nothing.
In just a few minutes, almost all the detectives were attracted by the gunfire and gathered in the inn. Some of them saw the situation at that time, and some of them got the news from their companions.
Dozens of people all fell silent for a while, no one dared to speak.
Juefa, who only had dull eyes, sat on the ground as if he was stupid and kept saying over and over again: "It's over! It's over! Destiny! We are all trapped in destiny! We are doomed!"
Bai Yan said in a deep voice: "Brother Wang, what do you say?"
Just now, Bai Yan and I were betting against each other and shooting. We were actually testing whether our fate would fall into the hands of others.
The elders often say: "Those who should die in the well will not die in the river." This sentence is similar to the saying in the destiny line, "There is a time for birth, and there is a place for death." It means that a person's life and death are predestined by God. If the time is not right or the place is not right, you will not be able to die even if you want to.
I had been unable to turn the blade three times just now, and I suspected that I had fallen into some kind of fatal situation. Shiraiyan had the same idea as me at the time, so we took the risk.
"I don't believe it!" I shook my head solemnly.
Bai Yan said in a low voice: "Our weapons are fine, and there is no ambiguity in our attacks. Apart from fate, what else can stop us."
I looked at Bai Yan and said, "Do you dare to bet on whether your men can withstand the psychological pressure and not completely collapse?"
Bai Yan looked solemn and said: "How do you want to bet?"
I said solemnly: "Since Tianshakou determines life and death by fate, let's bet on fate. The notes left by Song Feihang before his death recorded the results of his calculations. Let's go ahead and change this result. Take control The gods and demons of destiny are forced out."
My voice sank again and I said, "This process will definitely kill people. Many people will die. Maybe even you and I will die."
"If you can withstand the pressure, we may still have hope to defeat each other. If your people collapse because they can't bear the pressure, then let's dress up and die with dignity!"
Bai Yan reached out and threw the notes into my hand: "I believe you, do it!"
I casually opened the first few pages, and what was recorded on them was exactly the same as what happened last night, even more detailed than what Bai Yan described. When I turned back, Song Feihang's description was much simpler. By the time the last few pages of the notebook were reached, there were only some strange symbols left. Is that what Bai Yan called the "Wordless Book of Heaven"
Since primitive society, divination has been revered as the most mysterious thing. People may not care about the past, but they will definitely care about the future. Various divination secrets emerge in endlessly, and various legends are magical.
These legends have covered the originally mysterious "destiny" with many veils, and the "Wordless Book" is the most mysterious layer among them.
It is said that the "Wordless Heavenly Book" is a secret record passed down to later generations by talented people and strangers who studied the art of divination throughout the ages.
A person who is good at predicting the future wants to pass on the secrets to future generations after having a glimpse of the secrets, but he is also worried that he will be punished by God for revealing the secrets, or that bad people will cause trouble to the world. Therefore, he does not use words but uses drawings or symbols to leave his secrets. I downloaded the "Wordless Heavenly Book", a strange calligraphy and picture scroll for future generations to understand.
The Guigu lineage is where the "Wordless Heavenly Book" originated.
According to legend, after Guiguzi's master became an immortal, he once left a bamboo slip with only two words "Book of Heaven" written on it, but not a single word was written on the bamboo slip. Guiguzi couldn't sleep at night as he was puzzled by the explanation. When he re-read "Book of Heaven" by the candlelight, the golden tadpole text appeared on the bamboo slips under the firelight. Guiguzi suddenly realized: What the teacher left behind is a legacy passed down from generation to generation. Golden Book.
It is said that Guiguzi himself left a "Wordless Heavenly Book", but no one knows the content of the Heavenly Book.
Since then, all the great masters who are proficient in the secret art of divination have used the "Wordless Heavenly Book" to leave it to future generations for understanding.
Before Song Feihang died, he must have discovered something important, so he wrote several "Wordless Heavenly Books".
Bai Yan saw that I was holding the notes and couldn't help but ask: "Brother Wang, can you also understand the 'Wordless Book of Heaven'?"
"I can't understand!" I gently closed the note and said, "You will keep the note. It's time for us to find the secret realm of gods and demons under the sky and sand. According to the statement on the first page of the note, someone will be here within two seconds. After a few minutes, he died in a house in the northwest corner of the town, let’s go and take a look.”
"Everyone, go to the northwest corner together." Bai Yan gave an order, and all the detectives gathered in the corner of the town, surrounded the three private houses there, and carefully began to search inside.
Within a short while, someone reported back: "Nothing unusual was found!"
Bai Yan turned to look at me and said, "Brother Wang, what do you say?"
I said solemnly: "You have less than half an hour. If you can't find any clues, someone will die here. I can't guarantee who that person is. If you don't want to die, just keep searching."
The detective who came back to report looked at me with a livid face, and then looked at Bai Yan. The latter seemed to have heard nothing, so the detective could only turn around and return to the house.
"Report to the commander, nothing found."
"Report to the commander, let's get back to normal"
“…”
As the news came again and again, the voice of the detective responsible for passing orders gradually became hoarse.
Bai Yan's answer was only two words: "Look again."
The voice of the detective who passed the order couldn't help but cry: "Commander, there really is nothing! We have searched everything."
Bai Yan also frowned: "Brother Wang, look..."
I raised my hand and looked at my watch: "There are still ten minutes left. If it doesn't work, just demolish the house!"
"Do it, demolish the house!" A detective grabbed the engineer's shovel and smashed it against the wall of the house as if he was angry. After the blade of the shovel sank a few inches into the wall, there was an explosion on the shovel. The sound of cutting into metal.
The detective immediately reacted, pulled out his engineering shovel and dug into the wall several times. He dug about three inches into the wall and finally revealed a square iron plate.
Bai Yan and I looked at each other, and the latter quickly walked to the wall, with his hands like knives, he cut into the wall with his palms, pulled both sides of the iron plate and exerted force at the same time, and forcefully pulled out the iron plate.
Before Bai Yan could stand firm, it was as if the beams of the private house were suddenly removed, and the entire roof was blown into the house. When the billowing dust and smoke surged away from the doors and windows, the walls were also blown outward at the same time. , when the yellow sand rolled up by the wall flew in all directions, everyone instinctively retreated, but I heard the sound of a sharp weapon breaking through the wind, roaring out from between the sand.
"Get away!" Without thinking, I slashed in the direction of the wind with my knife. The cold light brought by Mie Tian broke through the yellow sand in the sky and hit a half-moon-shaped metal in the air.
sickle
I just saw clearly what I had hit. The blades that were cut off by my sword were like hidden weapons issued by martial arts masters, whizzing away in different directions.
Bai Yan took a wrong step and reached out to grab one of the sickles.
The blade, which was only a few inches long, made a metallic friction sound in his hand before dragging Bai Yan's body up and sliding it several meters away. I saw Bai Yan's feet dragging two scratches on the ground. , the opponent's arm flew up in the air uncontrollably, and was suddenly thrown behind him.
If you don't look at Bai Yan's arms, but just look at his palms, Bai Yan's movements at that time were like grabbing a sickle and stabbing the throat of the person behind him with his backhand.
"Be careful!" As Ren Tianqing exclaimed, Bai Yan exerted force on his arm again and pushed his hand back a little. The scythe flashed with black light and stopped an inch away from the throat of the probing hand.
Only then did I see clearly that Bai Yan had put on a pair of gold gloves on his hands. Without those gloves, Bai Yan would not have dared to hold the sickle tightly.
The detective standing behind him rolled his eyes to look at the scythe that almost killed him. His legs slumped and he sat on the ground, sweating heavily on his head.
Bai Yan reached out and patted his shoulder twice: "It's okay!"
But I shouted sharply: "Where did the other half of the sickle go?"
When all the detectives turned around together, they discovered that the other half of the sickle that had been blown away by me was stuck on the far wall and was shaking slightly.
"It's finally okay! Stop the team!" Bai Yan took a long breath and looked at the iron plate he had been carrying. Bai Yan's face suddenly changed after just one glance, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the detective hand sitting on the ground: "How are you?"
As soon as the man opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. The head that had just been raised suddenly dropped. Scarlet blood dripped from his mouth to the ground. After a while, the sand was dyed red.
Someone tentatively touched him under his nose before saying in a trembling voice: "He's dead!"
Bai Yan then turned over the iron plate in his hand. The first thing I saw was a corpse carved on the iron plate.
The man sat on the ground with his legs crossed, his hands hanging limply on both sides of his body, and there seemed to be a pool of blood on the open space between his legs. Except for the invisible face, the man painted on the iron plate was exactly the same as the dead detective hand on the ground.
I walked quickly to the body on the ground, gently put him down, and dug twice into the soil with a engineer shovel. A wooden board with iron spikes was quickly exposed under the sand. It looked like a simple wooden board. The tip of the nail plate was stained red with blood.
I reached out and pulled out a nail and sniffed it twice: "There is no poison on the nail."
Ren Tianqing, who came over, whispered: "I checked and found that the man was frightened to death. Excessive fright caused his original internal injuries, and he died in a short period of time due to large-scale bleeding in his internal organs."
I looked up at Bai Yan.