As Xue Yu and I looked at each other, a detective hand suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, grabbed his own throat with both hands and fell to the ground.
"His throat is split! Hold him down quickly!" Several masters simultaneously pressed down on the struggling detective who was lying on the ground, and the howling at the bottom of the mountain also stopped.
I laughed and said, "Xue Yu, is it unexpected? Actually, I'm not surprised at all. Each of you has been infected by the evil spirit. Your bad luck has reached its peak. If you are not careful, your life will be yours."
Sound Wave Technique extracts true energy from the Dantian, and the vibrating sound waves are true. However, as long as a person makes a sound, it must pass through the throat, and the throat is one of the most vulnerable and fatal parts of the human body. Warriors are extremely careful when practicing Sound Wave Technique, for fear that Broken his own throat. Until the sound wave skill is achieved, warriors rarely break their own throats, but such accidents are not impossible. Sometimes if you are unlucky, you will die.
Xue Yu said with a gloomy face: "Wang Huan, your own life is at stake, what can you be proud of?"
I sneered lightly and said: "I said, it is one of the joys of life to see the heads of your enemies fall to the ground before you die. Isn't one person dead already? I think there will be a few more soon. , are you right?"
"You..." Xue Yu was about to speak when another detective fell to the ground with a livid face, clutching his chest with one hand and making no sound.
"It turns out that martial arts masters can also have heart attacks. It's strange, it's really strange."
As I was speaking, the blade of the knife on my head suddenly advanced another inch. The tip of the knife, which was shining with cold light, had already touched my scalp. Lines of blood immediately flowed down my cheeks. The knife hanging on my head The tip, if it goes in just one inch, it will penetrate my skull and go straight into my brain. By then, even if Daluo Jinxian is alive, he will not be able to save me from returning to the sun.
Xue Yu's face turned pale and she said, "Wang Huan, actually we don't need to fight to the death..."
"Isn't it necessary?" I sneered: "Lao Dao is still down there waiting for you to go down and apologize! When we get there, we can settle our scores."
"No, Wang Huan..." Xue Yu suddenly panicked: "Think about it for yourself. Putting aside your grudges, you still have a good life. Are you willing to die here like this?"
I looked at Xue Yu and sneered: "I can take away a core elder of the Wuming Sect and more than a dozen unknown people in white before I die. It can be said that I have made a lot of money. What else is there to be dissatisfied about? Stop talking nonsense and continue. Yell, I’ll keep watching too.”
"Wang Huan" Xue Yu said sternly: "What do you want? I don't believe you can even take Ling'er's life."
I responded calmly: "Xue Yu, do you think you can figure out what I think every time? You are wrong. When I really want to risk my life, you can't figure out what I am going to do."
"Wang Huan, can you be more mature?" Xue Yu said sharply: "Look at what you look like now. How is it different from a gangster who shows off his fierce fighting? How can you look like a commander-in-chief?"
"Have I ever said that I am the commander-in-chief?" As I was speaking, the blade that fell on my head suddenly began to tremble slightly. This was a sign that the mute slave statue was about to attack, and my body also trembled in an instant. Instinct suddenly tightened.
Naturally, my actions were not hidden from Xue Yu's eyes, and the other party couldn't help but exclaimed: "Quickly think of a way to save yourself..."
Before Xue Yu finished speaking, he picked up the Bagua Mirror that Old Man Lin had placed nearby, flew up and rushed straight in my direction. As soon as Xue Yu's figure moved, the White Tiger Sha, who was waiting for him, rushed towards me with a roar. Xue Yu's body shape, the latter clearly saw the evil energy condensed in the shape of a tiger running towards him, but he took three steps in the air without giving in, raising the Bagua Mirror with one hand to face the roaring white tiger evil energy.
As soon as the two sides made contact in the air, the White Tiger Evil was scattered and shattered. The Bagua Mirror in Xue Yu's hand also cracked into several pieces. The three evil spirits lying between the two of us were about to move at this time, but Xue Yu was holding the magic weapon. When it collapsed, I raised my energy again and flew forward. I saw three evil spirits passing through Xue Yu's body in succession, and the other party also stepped onto the edge of the mountain with a pale face.
At this time, Xue Yu was less than five meters away from me. He could reach the secret room by jumping again, but the other party suddenly stopped and yelled at me with anger in his eyes: "You are cheating!"
The reason why Xue Yu was so angry was because she saw that the mute slave not only put away the blade hanging over my head, but also the chair that Linger and I were sitting on was slowly sinking in the mechanism.
"False and false, true and false, aren't they the way to use war?" I only said a few words, and people had already sunk into the secret passage. Although my men couldn't see Xue Yu's appearance, they raised their middle fingers to the sky: "I'm waiting for you below, don't die here!"
"Wang Huan..." After I heard just two words, Xue Yu's scream was isolated from the secret room by the closed gate.
Linger and I then landed in a brightly lit tomb. Ahead of us was the bronze coffin placed on the altar, where the ancestors of the Tulip family should be buried.
After the wandering threads wrapped around us untied themselves one by one, Ling'er asked in a low voice: "How do you know that the secret to entering the third layer of the tomb lies in the mute slave's knife?"
I gently wiped off the cold sweat on my head and said: "Jiutian Xuannv, the founder of the secret art of Feng Shui, is good at the art of war. Soldiers are crafty. Whoever's skill in using war is hard to fathom will be the winner. You keep telling me, You haven't learned the art of Feng Shui because Tulip's secret art of Feng Shui has been lost. But I just suddenly thought of another possibility, that is, the Tulip family has not passed down the secret art of Feng Shui at all. What they passed down is the art of war. What?"
Ling'er was slightly startled and said: "Yes! "Sun Tzu's Art of War" and "Thirty-six Strategies" are both compulsory courses for the Tulip tribe. Only those who know the best about military use can inherit the family. But that is the family's understanding of Eastern culture... No, it should be said that it is admiration for the art of war and has nothing to do with family secrets!"
"You are wrong!" I shook my head and said, "Actually, starting from the second level, the test Tulip left for you is the art of war, not Feng Shui. Don't you think that the Feng Shui attack between us and Xue Yu is very much like a confrontation between two armies? ?Also, since the Tulip family has verified your bloodline with the sand table, why did they leave a second back-up? This is obviously superfluous. And... "
I paused and said: "Do you believe that the ancients could leave something like a voice-activated door in a tomb? I don't believe it anyway. Besides, except for the sand table, there is nothing that can make sounds near us. What do you use to do it? Control the sound?”
I took a deep breath and said: "So, I think the last test left by the ancestors of Tulip to the descendants is trust. I am afraid that even the mute slaves only know one of this test but not the other."
I raised my hand and said, "I held your hand later, firstly because I was afraid that you would be too nervous and want to struggle. Secondly, I wanted to test whether we could hold hands due to the distance between us. One of the people who entered the secret room must be mute. Slave. The mute slave is likely to convey some kind of message to the clan leader at this time. I estimate that he will tell the clan leader that the ancestors asked the clan leader not to move, but he doesn’t know why he can’t move. If the clan leader does not have trust in the ancestors , then he will definitely die."
Ling'er shook her head and said, "I think what you said may not be right. At least, you can't explain what's going on with the feng shui evil formation outside?"
I said solemnly: "This secret should be in the coffin of Tulip's ancestor. We will know it in the past."
I raised my legs and walked towards the altar. Ling'er followed closely from behind and said, "You just walked up like that? Do we... do we want to pay homage to our ancestors?"
I shook my head and said: "The person in the coffin may not need you to worship. We will talk about it after we go up."
I came to the coffin in a few steps, but my eyes were attracted by the four sentences engraved on the coffin lid: "Transform into a dragon to the ninth level, the human emperor does not envy the immortals. Hold the whip to control the mountains and rivers, and then look at the sword in the palm."
I said solemnly: "These four sentences are exactly the same as the secret words left in the shark reef. It seems that the secret of Tulip is the secret of Feng Shui. Open the coffin, I want to see what secret is hidden in Tulip's coffin." "
Ling'er nodded and worked together with me to push open the coffin. What I didn't expect was that there was a lid underneath the bronze coffin lid. It's not surprising that coffins in ancient times had coffins and coffins. What's strange is that the coffin inside There is still a limerick on the lid of the coffin:
"Since ancient times, the hearts of heroes have changed. Who has seen that the dragon's veins determine the world? Kunlun can bury the emperor of Qin, and Beimang can leave the ancestor of the Han Dynasty? Where heroes leave their names through the ages, who holds the compass and determines the book of heaven? Only when you hold a sword and ask the immortals, will you know the truth. Everything is nothing.”
"Weird!" I couldn't help shaking my head and said, "Isn't this contradictory?"
I saw that Ling'er didn't understand what I meant, so I said, "Look, the first limerick obviously says that Feng Shui can help future generations transform into dragons and become emperors. The second limerick completely denies Feng Shui's luck. . The second poem is very straightforward. The poet has not even studied for a few days. However, he illustrates a truth. "
I paused for a moment and said: "Who is the truly eternal emperor who has anything to do with Feng Shui? Qin Shihuang swept across the six kingdoms, but did his ancestors occupy the dragon vein? Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty defeated the Xiongnu, and the Han Dynasty suffered a century-old humiliation because Liu Bang occupied the dragon vein. hole?"
"Which of the heroes of the ages can use the compass to determine the world, and who can use the method of Feng Shui to determine the emperor of the ages?"
"When you reach the point where you raise your sword to question the immortals and face the sky, you will realize that all the power of external objects is insubstantial. The real power that can be used to fight for heaven and earth comes from people themselves."
Ling'er said keenly: "These two poems don't seem to be written by the same person."
I took a deep breath and said, "Yes! The person who can write the second poem must be a heroic figure who comes from a rough background but can see through external things. This person may also be a certain patriarch of Tulip."