Ling'er's eyes immediately flashed with panic: "Then let's..."
"Now that it's here, let's make peace with it!" I said in a deep voice: "Neither of us understands Feng Shui. We can only hope that the ancestors of the Tulip family didn't put their killing moves in Feng Shui, right?"
I don’t say this without reason. It’s like the more people learn, the more complicated the issues they consider. Difficulties may not disturb the other person’s thinking, but often a simple question can arouse the other person’s suspicion and automatically solve the problem. Simple problems become complicated. This kind of trick can't deceive gangsters, but it is always good for master-level figures.
If the layout of Tulip's ancestors is not in the direction of Feng Shui, we may still have a glimmer of hope. On the contrary, Ling'er and I couldn't move even an inch.
Ling'er and I had nothing to talk about for a while, so we simply sat down facing each other, quietly waiting for our fate. About ten minutes later, a slight tremor suddenly came from around the secret room. When I turned to look at the wall, the wall of the secret room was like an opened gift box, opened from all sides at the same time, but I wrinkled at this moment. He frowned.
Although the four walls of the secret room have been opened, we are still trapped in the secret room. Although the walls of the secret room are open, the frame is still there. There is a layer of glass-like thing in the middle of the angle iron-like frame around the secret room. Shengsheng turned the secret room into a transparent enclosed space.
Ling'er and I were like bugs trapped in a transparent box. We could see the outside clearly but couldn't leave the box for half a step.
What's even more strange is that our current location seems to be on the top of a mountain, where we can clearly see the third floor of the Ship Tomb. The simulated dragon veins are still on the third floor. From our position, we can have a panoramic view of everything in the dragon veins. The third floor of the ship tomb should obviously be only a hundred or ten meters long, but I don't know why looking down from the top of the mountain, it gives the illusion of endless mountains and rivers thousands of miles away. It seemed that I was not trapped in the boat, but on the top of the mountains and rivers, staring at the mountains and rivers.
I'm sure the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in front of me are just an illusion in my vision, but I can't figure out what method the Tulip family used to create such a visual impact.
While I was frowning, I suddenly heard a sound of moving machinery above my head. When I raised my head, the mute slave statue that was still kneeling on the ground had quietly changed its position at some point. Although he was still kneeling above the secret room, his upper body had straightened up, and his two arms were folded at right angles from the elbows, hanging vertically above my head and Ling'er's head.
When my eyes touched the opponent's palm, two long knives over a foot suddenly shot out from the opponent's hand, and the palm of his hand also pressed downwards.
"Quickly..." I originally wanted to say "hide", but before the word "hide" came out, several things like steel ropes bounced up from the chair where Ling'er and I were sitting, killing us both. Deadly tied to the spot. At the same time, the blade hanging above our heads sank down and stopped about half a foot above my head and Ling'er's.
"do not move!"
Ling'er subconsciously wanted to struggle, but I hurriedly stopped her. Ling'er didn't know what it was that was wrapped around us, but I could tell that it was an extremely deadly hidden weapon. Some people call it "Wandering Soul Silk", while others call it "Life-Chasing Rope". It looks like a kind of steel rope, but in fact the edge is as sharp as a knife. You can use the Soul-Wandering Silk to wrap around your opponent without putting in much effort. It can knock the opponent's head to the ground. The result of Ling'er and I's desperate struggle was that we were beaten alive by the wandering soul silk and turned into a pile of minced meat falling on the ground.
When Ling'er looked at me with a pale face, my eyes fell on the table between the two of us. As the wooden tabletop slowly opened in front of Linger and I, a small sand table slowly rose from the bottom of the table. There are also ink-filled ink pens placed on the left and right sides of the sand table.
I looked at Ling'er and said, "The mountains and rivers on the sand table should be the complete topography of the bottom of the boat. Ancestor Tulip wants us to set up a Feng Shui array on the sand table."
While I was talking, the wandering soul threads tied to Ling'er's and mine's right hands suddenly fell off and released one of our hands on their own.
I said in a deep voice: "Try to pick up the pen on the table. Be careful and don't move it before you pick it up."
When Ling'er slowly picked up the ink pen, I saw the ink on the pen seemed to be dripping and concentrated on the tip of the pen. Ling'er quickly raised the tip of the pen back to steady the drop of ink: "Wang Huan, what should we do? ?”
"Wait, let me think about it!" I'm sure that drop of ink came from some special material, and its effect on the sand table is by no means as simple as just painting a little red paint. Moreover, there were only ink pens on the table and no inkstone. Once we ran out of ink but had not yet set up the Feng Shui pattern, the two sharp knives hanging over our heads might fall down.
But now I can't understand that sand table. The terrain on it is too complicated. I can't even figure out a clue, let alone looking for dragon veins in it.
I only paused for a few seconds before I heard the sound of a steel knife being pushed above my head. Judging from the sound, the knife had been pushed forward at least an inch or so. This is equivalent to saying that we have five chances to take action. If we don't do it five times, two steel knives will penetrate the tops of my head and Ling'er's head at the same time.
When I looked at Ling'er again, I heard a soft sound suddenly coming from the bottom of the mountain. When I looked back, several doors were opened on the edge of the cabin. Dozens of detectives stepped out of the doors and stood on the mountain range. around.
Xue Yu!
The first thing I saw was Xue Yu, the leader. He looked like he was covered in blood. He must have just gone through a tough battle. The detective hand she carried has been damaged by at least about 30%, and most of the remaining people are injured. Only a few people are not only intact, but still have fighting spirit on their bodies. If I guessed correctly, those few people should be " Nameless in white.”
I had already guessed that the ambush on the deck would not be able to stop the sect's elite, but I did not expect that they would appear from the bottom of the ship.
Before I could speak, Mr. Lin, who was standing next to Xue Yu, took a step forward, cupped his hands towards me and said, "Fellow Taoist, please come!"
I was startled for a moment, then immediately calmed down and said expressionlessly: "Please!"
Old Man Lin's gesture just now was obviously an invitation to fight. Judging from my current position, Old Man Lin probably thought that I or Ling'er were Feng Shui sorcerers, so he invited me to fight with the etiquette of the world.
No matter which profession or sect in the world has its own method of gambling. Even if your profession has nothing to do with those who lick blood from the edge of a knife, as long as you are involved in the word "jianghu", someone will come over to compete with you. The bet is on the level of academic skills and the way of literary and martial arts. , naturally it is one’s own business.
Feng Shui is no exception.
But I don't know what method Feng Shui practitioners use to wager, so I can only wait quietly for the other party to make a move.
Old Lin took a step forward and said, "Friend, do you propose the question, or do I propose the question?"
I responded calmly: "I've already given the question, it's up to you how to solve it."
Old Lin wanted to call someone to take action, but before his words came out, Xue Yu blocked him: "Old Lin, Wang Huan doesn't understand Feng Shui. You see there is a sharp sword hanging on his head. He is obviously trapped. In the agency, he said that he had a problem, and he must be deliberately leading you to break the Feng Shui array to save him from trouble. You can't be fooled. "
Old man Lin shook his head and said: "You are wrong. Wang Huan uses ancient Feng Shui methods. You don't understand."
"Mr. Lin..." Xue Yu said anxiously: "Wang Huan has never learned Feng Shui at all. Where did he get this ancient method? If you are serious with him, are you walking into a trap?"
Old man Lin's face suddenly darkened: "Even if there is no Wang Huan here, do you think you can just walk over the mountain? I tell you the truth, there is a Feng Shui formation here. If you don't break the formation, none of us can do it. Want to get out."
Xue Yu wanted to say something more, but the secret door they originally walked in from suddenly closed at the same time. As the sound of the mechanism locking on the outside of the door was aroused one after another, Xue Yu finally gritted his teeth and said: "Then I'll trouble Mr. Lin."
Xue Yu is very clear about their current situation. They have been cut off by the agency. The only thing they can do is to break through the Feng Shui formation again and go deep into the tomb at the bottom of the ship. No one except Old Man Lin could do all this, so she could only take back what she just said.
Old man Lin snorted coldly and then said to me: "Fellow Taoist, I have clearly cracked the Erlongxizhu game just now, why can't I still open the secret realm door?"
I responded with a sneer: "Are you afraid that I will deceive you on purpose? Please tell me: Since ancient times, heroes have changed their minds, but they have never seen the dragon's veins determine the world."
My voice paused and I said: "If you can understand these two sentences, then continue betting. If you don't understand, you can do whatever you want!"
As soon as I finished speaking, the detective beside Xue Yu sneered: "Wang Huan, what kind of mystery are you trying to make? If the heart can turn objects and the dragon's veins can't determine the universe, then why do you need Feng Shui? You call yourself a Feng Shui master? , but you deny the word 'feng shui', don't you know..."
Before the man finished speaking, he was slapped hard on the face by Old Man Lin: "You know shit! If your people dare to talk nonsense again, get out of here as soon as possible, so as not to let me follow you." a shame."
Old man Lin was somewhat afraid of Xue Yu and had never talked to her too much. This time he got angry directly. He must have been stabbed in the heart and lungs by something, otherwise it would not be like this.
What I didn't expect was that Xue Yu not only didn't get angry, but instead scolded the detective beside him: "From now on, if I don't let you speak, you will treat yourselves as mute. Whoever dares to talk nonsense again, I will I pulled out his tongue with my own hands.”
After Xue Yu finished speaking, he looked up at me and said, "Wang Huan, since you know that 'Since ancient times, heroes' minds have changed, but the dragon's veins have not determined the world.', then let me ask you what are the last two sentences?"