Everyone runs away! The spider was chasing after him, Qi Yin couldn't help but look back, her soul was almost not scared away. That thing clambered up the top of the tomb and chased it at an extremely fast speed. Its eight eyeballs kept rolling, and its hard fingernails scratched across the floor tiles, making a sour sound. The scratches on the white deer running to the moon color painting are made by it!
"Puppy—" It was calling again, with a faint, ghostly voice.
Qi Yin's legs softened, and he almost knelt down, but Qi Lingshu pulled him to keep up with the army. Yunzhi took out the glass mirror while running, and shouted loudly: "Uncle, there is a demon here who is still alive, what's going on!" After calling for a long time, the glass mirror didn't respond. He looked down and found that the mirror surface was broken. It was probably smashed when the spider hit him just now.
Yun Zhi scolded, threw the mirror back, and shouted, "Hei Zai, open your mirror!"
Qi Yin hurriedly touched the Qiankun bag, the Qiankun bag was hung on the back waist, Qi Yin fished it out as he ran, and reached in with his right hand to explore.
"Hurry up!" Zhaoming shouted.
"Isn't my mother taking it!" It was really hard to dig things out while running, especially when his brother stuffed a lot of food into his Qiankun bag. His brother is really, just like raising him as a pig! He took out two big steamed buns with sugar and meat, a bag of candied bamboo shoots and beans, a large bag of bee candy cakes, and finally found a brick-like "Annotation to the History of Demons in Southern Borders", which he threw and smashed on the spider's forehead.
Yun Zhi roared, "It's okay to bring food, you motherfuckers come out to find father and bring books!"
Qi Yin roared back: "I can't read when I'm angry! I haven't written the "Research on the History of Demons" arranged by that old bastard Yuan Yin! I thought I could turn a few pages when I had time."
"Write a fart, didn't I teach you to copy directly! I choose the copy written by the former disciples of Wufang, and Yuan Yin assigns the same homework every time he talks about Taoism!"
Qi Lingshu in front: "..."
"I touched it, I touched it!" Qi Yin was overjoyed when he finally reached out to the glass mirror, and took it out with the handle of the mirror. At a turn in front of him, Zhaoming ran past him, and accidentally touched his elbow with his elbow, and the glass mirror flew away. go out.
Qi Yin's eyes narrowed, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to fish. The mirror spun in an arc and landed on the bronze brick floor behind with a clang, just in time for the big spider to pick it up.
Everyone was stunned, Yun Zhi accompanied him with a smile and said, "Master Spider, if you look like this, don't look in the mirror, you will be sad!"
The spider grunted a few times in his throat, the steel-like nails poked, and the mirror cracked and shattered.
Yun Zhi: "… "
Everyone continued to run wild. They almost panicked, ran through innumerable tombs, and descended in innumerable steps. The big spider bit them to death behind their backs, and they couldn't get any further. The lantern talisman floated in front of the road, and the pitch-black tomb path stretched forward in the dim talisman light, giving the illusion that it would not be able to run to the end.
"There is a door ahead!" Qi Lingshu shouted.
Everyone passed the doorway, Qi Lingshu put down the gate, and the heavy stone gate rumbled down and closed with a bang. Qi Yin was lying on the ground, unable to get up for a while, panting for breath. After running for an incense stick, my legs were about to break. There is a lot of thieves in this underground palace, and I don't know which great witch's tomb is, but it is almost catching up with the emperor's mausoleum. Sitting up on the ground, Qi Yin lit the lamp talisman, and when she looked up, she saw a big, frosty face in front of her.
"Ah—" Qi Yin exclaimed in surprise.
"What's it called?" Yun Zhi moved the face away, it turned out to be a statue. Yunzhi snapped his fingers, and several lanterns were lit at the same time. They floated out along the narrow tomb passage, and the darkness dissipated. They saw statues standing on both sides of the tomb passage. The statues are all wearing white deer masks, tattoos, black skirts, and crimson tangled flowers on their bare chests.
"What is this?" Fang Xinxiao asked.
"Looking at the clothes, it's probably the servants of the great witch. Look at their chests with crimson flowers, which means they are dedicated to the gods." Yun Zhi said, "They are here, they should be welcoming their boss. We passed by. There is a hall with a large cauldron, a pantry for sacrificing livestock, and an armory for displaying weapons. The Great Witch's tomb is not far away."
Zhaoming stunned and said: "You ran so fast just now, you still remember where we passed."
Yun Zhi said with a headache, "We have been walking down the road all the way, and it must be far away from the ground now. After walking for so long, I haven't seen water, and the objects on the ground are not damaged. I guess the flood water rushed to the tomb and only rushed to the outside. Walking is definitely a dead end." He glanced at the stone door, there was a sizzling sound outside, there was a crack on the door, and you could see spiders moving around outside, "Everyone, don't make a sound, wait for it to go away later. , we'll go back to the front and wait for Shishu and the others to rescue us."
Fang Xinxiao asked in a low voice, "Aren't you looking for Elder Qi?"
There was a sudden silence all around, Fang Xinxiao felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and turned his head to look around, only to find that the little uncle had not said a word, although he usually doesn't say much, but now it seems to be different.
Zhao Ming also widened his eyes, looking like he didn't know why.
Yun Zhi coughed and said, "You should have guessed that Hei Zai is actually Qi Yin. That person just now was named Yao Xiaoshan, Hei Zai's cousin. He pretended to be Hei Zai.
Fang Xinxiao and Zhaoming looked at each other and nodded.
"I'm not going to tell you the specifics, there is another thing, I have to tell you." Yun Zhi rarely looked up.
The ominous premonition came up again, and Qi Yin felt a shudder in his heart, as if a catastrophe was imminent, a huge shadow was hanging over his head, and if he looked up, he would be crushed into meat sauce. What he expected, he couldn't accept. The big spider outside was still scratching the door with perseverance, and the sound of stabs disturbed people.
There was a small gap in the middle of the stone gate, and a few fingers could barely be squeezed out. He saw the monster sticking into two pale knuckles, slender and slender, if he didn't look at the face with eight eyes outside, he would think it was some pretty man's hand.
For some reason, Qi Yin stared at those two knuckles and couldn't move his eyes, they were clasping the hole, and his sharp fingernails made two thin scratches.
Yun Zhi took out a blood compass and placed it among the crowd. The pointer of the compass remained motionless, pointing in the direction of the door. He said: "This is a blood compass dripped with Hei Zai's blood. You all know the function of the blood compass. When you drop blood into the plate, it will point out the direction of your relatives. When you were outside the forbidden forest, it always pointed to the cemetery of Uncle Qi. Now, it points to the direction of scratching the door outside." He paused for a while and said, "I think this big spider... is probably Uncle Qi."
Fang Xinxiao and Zhaoming both widened their eyes and said, "How is that possible? Could it be... Could it be that your compass is broken?"
Qi Lingshu said dumbly: "Yun Zhi, is there room for him?"
Yun Zhi didn't say a word for a while, and said, "Actually, I should ask you about this, little uncle."
This is indeed the case. The only person who knows Qi Shenwei best is Qi Lingshu. He has followed him for thirteen years, how could he not recognize him? Qi Lingshu was silent for a long time this time. The corridor was quiet, and no one dared to speak. After waiting for a while, Qi Lingshu said hoarsely: "The scars on his body are exactly the same as those on the master's body. Four years ago, the Qinling Mountain Demon was slain, and the group of demons ambushed, leaving the one on the chest. Ten years ago, the thousand-handed demon girl was hunted down for thousands of miles. , leave the one behind." He raised his eyes, and those eyes were filled with deep shadows, "My teacher has been slaying demons and eradicating demons in his life. He doesn't care about the cold and heat, he doesn't know the morning and evening, every demon will come out, and every demon will come. Among the hundreds of schools in the Immortal Sect, no one is as bruised and bruised as he is."
All sounds are silent.
There was a dead silence in the tomb passage, and in the silence only the monster could be heard scratching the door.
It's a lie, Qi Yin thought silently. Otherwise, it's just a dream, how the fuck is this possible? A good man turned into a man-eating monster. But the fog in his mind was lifted, and he suddenly understood how the five people died. Why is there a room full of blood, and why is there a severed finger? Very simple, Qi Shenwei ate them.
It turned out that Yunzhi just wanted to be brave and get injured, because he didn't want Qi Lingshu to commit the murder of a master.
There was a buzzing sound in Qi Yin's head, and suddenly he couldn't hear anything.
A long time ago, he had imagined the scene of meeting Qi Shenwei. Sometimes he felt that they would never see each other for the rest of their lives. Maybe one day Qi Shenwei died and the obituaries were spread all over the world, and people from all over the world scrambled to build an ancestral hall for him. No one knew that Qi Yin was the son of this Sword Immortal. He followed the mourners, looking at the white silk yarn and the statue of Yujian Feitian from a distance. That's it.
Sometimes he thinks that they can still meet each other. Maybe one day, Qi Shenwei will grow old and become a shriveled old man who can no longer wield swords and cut demons. So he will come down from the high sky and return to his son like all prodigal sons who have wandered home for a long time. Qi Yin would still take care of him, and every morning when he woke up, he heard him coughing in the back of the main room, and went to clean up his urinal and feces and sat on the threshold to scrub. During the New Year and the festival, a pot of wine is heated on the kang table, and the father and son, as always, have no time to chat. Then finally one day, the old man lay down in the coffin with his eyes closed and poured the last handful of soil. At this point, all the grudges and regrets that he had said and never said were settled.
He just never dreamed that their father and son would meet in this way.
The two pale knuckles poked in his field of vision, as if trying to touch something. The mindless monster crawled around, and the dim rune light passed through the cracks and saw the eight eyeballs turning sharply.
Qi Yin's hands trembled, slowly lifted, and held those two cold fingers. The knuckles are cold and covered with thin cocoons, which are held by the sword all the year round. Eighteen years later, he walked from Wutang to Fenghuan, and then to Wufang. Finally, he saw this man and held his hand. He didn't feel his father's temperature, only the sadness in his heart, like fluttering ashes, filled his cold heart.
"Qi Shenwei," Qi Yin put his head on the Shimen, and roared through gritted teeth, "How the fuck did you do this? Answer me the fuck! You idiot, heartless man, dog sword fairy, you don't even talk. Say something, how can you tell me to forgive you!"
Everyone was startled by his sudden roar, and they all gathered around to pull him. Qi Shenwei's fingernails pierced into his palm, and blood trickled down, dripping onto the cracked and tangled patterned floor tiles. Qi Lingshu pulled him back hard and shouted at him to calm down. Yun Zhi went to break off his bloody fingers, breaking off Qi Shenwei's knuckles one by one.
"Say something," Qi Yin slammed the door hard, "Qi Shenwei, say something to Lao Tzu!"
After a long while, there was a faint cry from a monster outside the door: "Dog—"
The voice is like a ghost, like a parrot, without ups and downs.
His throat choked, and tears finally rained down.
The hands loosened, and everyone slowly backed away, some people patted him on the back, and some people comforted him. He was in a daze, and couldn't hear a word.
My heart is empty, as if a place has been hollowed out. He was originally ready to reconcile, ready to face what Qi Shenwei was going to say. He's not a vengeful person, he won't be too close to this man, but he won't be too cruel to him either. If he should be supported, he will be supported, and if he should die, he will die. Now he feels that he is a clown played by God, and he can't get out of the tragic ending. He suddenly misses a person greatly, misses that person's voice, that person's embrace.
"Brother," he leaned against the rock wall, thinking with tears in his eyes, "where are you, I miss you so much."