At this moment, the tunnel they were in, like a monster with a black hole, was surprisingly dark, and the searchlight did not shine at some point, it was as dark as the earth was buckled under the pot, and the dark night stuck to every corner, the sky. It was pitch-dark, the originally bright starry sky seemed to be covered by dark clouds at this moment, the sky was dark, the earth was thick, the surroundings were dark, the night fell covering the sky, and the eyebrow-like first quarter moon sank very early. The trees in the mountain were rustling, and Lao Jin, who was sleeping peacefully at night, suddenly woke up and made a cry of "woo woo wah wah".
The nightmare that night was awakened.
Qin Cheng didn't remember how he escaped, nor what happened, but he was lying on the ground vaguely later, and saw the blue flame that burned Zhang Xiaomei, and next to the blue flame, he seemed to see the dream. The bright yellow, the bright yellow master sneered disdainfully at Li Gui
"court death."
He didn't know where the glasses had landed when he was fleeing, it was hazy, and he couldn't see clearly or see through, but the bright yellow color seemed to be approaching step by step, subconsciously telling him that he had to escape, but his hands and feet didn't work. However, he lost all his strength, and when Na Minghuang walked to him and stopped, Qin Cheng realized that it was holding a sharp sword, and the point of the sword was against his throat.
Tan Cheng's dizzy head made Qin Cheng unable to hold back and fainted. A second before he lost consciousness, Tan Cheng thought, I'm afraid, he really died this time...
The tip of the sword pressed against the neck of the already dazed man, and he lowered his eyes to look at the man's face, strange clothes, extremely short hair, very slovenly and sloppy.
Slowly moving his eyes, he squinted at the few people curled up over there, in exactly the same attire.
A prisoner whose beard and hair were cut off? With a chuckle, it doesn't matter who it is, it doesn't affect his decision to kill these people.
Gently swung down the sword, looking down at the person who should have died by cutting off the head of his soul body, but now he was lying in front of him intact, and the sharp sword in his hand actually left behind on this person's body. A shallow bloodstain.
The eyebrows wrinkled at that moment, but in the next moment they slowly stretched out, and the sword in his hand was retracted. Those smiling eyes, staring at the person in front of him, smiled and said: "How could this be?"
The summer sun has lost the gentleness of spring, and it scorched the earth and shot directly into the ward through the glass window. I learned from Wu Hai that Zhang Qishuo was seriously injured and could not be cured, and he had already given a death notice.
After a long silence, Qin Cheng slowly asked, "Where are the others?"
"He Xing fainted just like you. He hasn't woken up yet. Brother Tang was injured a little bit, but it's not a big deal. The others were just frightened and all were fine."
"Zhang Qishuo... Where is he now?"
Sighing lightly, Wu Haicai said, "His parents insisted on burying him in the way of his hometown and keeping him... So while he was still breathing, he packed a car and took him back overnight..." Thinking of Zhang Qishuo's parents' gray hair, he cried so hard Looking like he was about to faint, Wu Hai clenched his fists: "His parents said that the only way to keep his soul is through burial, they have nothing, so they just want to keep this thought until Zhang Qishuo's ghost festival. You can go home with them."
The ideas of the older generation, the ideas of the ancestors have gone through so many days, and Tan Cheng also believed it a little bit.
In just half a month, they lost two of their companions, and Qin Cheng was not happy in any way.
Looking at Tan Cheng's equally dim expression, Wu Hai opened his mouth and said after a while, "I saw Zhang Qishuo when he entered the operating room, he..."
"how?"
"He said he wasn't reconciled, he didn't want to lose to you, and... The research that took him four years was handed over to you."
These words made Qin Cheng's mind buzzing like a slap in the face, and his eyes were red, and tears soaked his eyes.
Zhang Qishuo is his classmate and a very strong person. Although they always disagree and disagree in some aspects, and the quarrel will always be continuous, but at least they recognize the ability of the other party.
He knows about Zhang Qishuo's research on the ancient tomb of Ninghua Village. It has been started four years ago, and it is also a research supported by special funds from the school and the state. The gold content can be imagined. Qin Cheng knew that it was Zhang Qishuo's dream. And he gave this dream to him...
"Zhang Qishuo is the only child." Raising his head, afraid that his tears could not help falling, Qin Cheng took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice, "I guess I won't be able to work any time soon, I-I'll go to his hometown..."
Wu Hai seemed to have thought of something. He didn't speak, and nodded: "The police should be in Ninghua Village now. It is estimated that they will come to find us in the afternoon. Let's go tomorrow."