"Damn!" Meng Fuyao exploded, "You bastard who took advantage of the fire!"
But now is not the time to swear, she is wrestling with the swamp, the whip is so straight that it will break at any time, she dare not mention Zhan Beiye violently in an instant, and the red-headed and black-bodied ant, Meng Fuyao used to be in a certain forest in Taiyuan I have seen that where they haunt, there are generally only jagged skeletons left, be it animals or people.
Thinking of Zhan Beiye's skeleton like that, Meng Fuyao shuddered Linglingly.
However, at this moment, she couldn't be impatient at all. Her palm was slightly unstable, and the whip broke. The nearby vines were poisonous and could not be replaced. At the fastest and safest speed possible, fight against Kitano upwards.
At this time, Ji Yu and the others also avoided the vine and rushed over, their faces turned pale when they saw the situation.
The group of ants came very fast, covering a large swamp in an instant, some ants had rushed to Zhan Beiye's side, biting as soon as they opened their mouths, Meng Fuyao's eyes suddenly went dark.
Zhan Beiye was surprisingly calm, he didn't look at Meng Fuyao at all, he kept staring at the group of ants, and when he saw that thing finally approaching, he immediately opened his mouth and blew.
Blowing out a breath of true air, the ants rolled away immediately, but Zhan Beiye's body immediately sank down.
Meng Fuyao opened her eyes, cold sweat flowed down her forehead, her eyes were flooded, and she was in hot pain, but she didn't dare to wipe off the sweat or blink her eyes, she alternated her hands, and slowly pulled Zhan Beiye up, her heart raced After a calculation, every time Zhan Beiye breathed out his true energy, he would sink half a finger away, but he could pull out one finger every time he exerted force. out of his.
However, the sky failed as people wished, and at the moment when she calculated this result, there was a very slight "cha" sound in the silence.
A tiny crack appeared on the whip.
The sound of cracking sounded like a horn of death, and everyone's faces turned pale. Meng Fuyao's heart thumped, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
Damn luck!
The whip can no longer exert force, and once it breaks, there will be no time to save Zhan Beiye, but if she wants to watch Zhan Beiye sink slowly, she will not be able to die.
Meng Fuyao's face was pale, his teeth were biting his lower lip, he was staring at the crack that was slowly expanding, his eyes were dark and shiny.
But Zhan Beiye suddenly said, "Fuyao."
Meng Fuyao was silent.
"Take them away, Ji Yu knows the way, just leave when you get out of the mountain, don't disturb the muddy water of Tiansha."
Meng Fuyao ignored him.
Zhan Beiye suddenly and slowly pulled out the sword by his side. This action made him sink slightly, and the cracks on the whip became more obvious.
Meng Fuyao panicked and shouted, "Zhan Beiye, what are you doing!"
Zhan Beiye only looked at her, and suddenly put the sword in his hand lightly on the mud.
Things laid flat are not so easy to sink, the long sword still shines brightly on the mud, the blue shark skin has a golden mouth, the hanging crimson is like a tassel of fire silk, the blade is as sharp as a pool of autumn water, the totem of the black dragon in the wild is carved on the hilt, With a few strokes, the flying dragon's staring attitude in the sky is fully displayed. Canglong's eyes are a huge ruby, pure and warm red, like blood from the heart.
"Fuyao..." Zhan Beiye's voice was very low, "Look at my sword. On the hilt is engraved the totem of the Canglong of the Heavenly Fiend Royal Family, and the eyes of the blood spar are the eyes of the supreme and noble sword god. In the legend of our Tiansha royal family, the sword god turned into a dragon and descended from the royal descendants of the Zhan clan. Every child of the Tiansha royal family has his own eyes of the sword god that no one can touch. In that position, there will never be anyone who can take his place.”
He pressed his middle finger on the ruby and turned the hilt of his sword, "Fuyao, your dagger is too short for safety. I will hand over this sword to you. From now on, you will be the most sacred sword god of the Tiansha royal family besides me in the whole world." Eyes, and... my everything."
Meng Fuyao suddenly turned her head away.
She doesn't want to listen.
She doesn't accept it.
What are these words? Last words
Who stipulated that she must listen to the last words at this time? She won't listen to her last words until the end! In any case, the whip has not been broken, even if the whip is broken, she must find a way!
Meng Fuyao only thought for a second.
The wind in the forest swept over silently, brushing her black hair like satin, covering her decisive eyes at this moment.
She suddenly took a deep breath, turned her head to Ji Yu and said, "You all turn your back on me and walk away three feet away."
Ji Yu was startled, looked at Zhan Beiye, Meng Fuyao stopped drinking, "Back it!"
Ji Yu gritted his teeth and said, "Recite all of them!" He walked away first.
The soldiers followed silently, a thin and small soldier walked slowly at the end, kept turning his head, Meng Fuyao didn't have time to pay attention, she stared at the ever-expanding crack, the whip was only snapped in an instant.
She closed her eyes and began to undress.
Putting down the burden, taking off the dagger, taking off the somewhat thick coat, and all the heavy things on the body, except for the boots, standing barefoot in the mud, and finally took out the fire bag from the burden, and a bottle she wanted to enjoy. Oil specially used for roasting wild game.
After Zhan Beiye took a mouthful of ants, he turned around to find Meng Fuyao taking off her clothes. Soon, only her undress was left on her body. Her snow-like skin, slender waist and long neck were revealed little by little in the pale white morning mist. Her short top It couldn't cover the snow brocade-like waistline, it was just a bunch of just right gathered, the wind passed through the forest, sticking the thin obscene trousers on the slender legs, outlining the looming and seductive outline, which caused The beautiful imagination of plumpness, elasticity, moisture and curves of the skin is more exciting than full revealing.
Zhan Beiye's expression changed immediately.
He struggled from the mud and turned his head, his eyes were red in an instant, he didn't even notice the approach of the ant, he shouted, "Don't!"
Meng Fuyao smiled, her mind was agitated at this moment, it was rare to be able to maintain the whip, she stepped back gently and tied the whip to the tree stump.
A few ants crawled up Zhan Beiye's waist, he didn't notice it, he just stared at Meng Fuyao, not at the snowy skin and fine muscles, not at the slender waist and long legs, but only at her eyes, "Please, Don't!"
In his voice, there was a broken sound and a crying tone, and the sharp shout echoed in the deep silence of the forest, and the forest was full of that voice, "Don't! Don't don't don't..."
Meng Fuyao moved away from his crazy gaze that was about to bleed, and only said in a low voice, "For our mother..."
She grabbed the fire bag and oil and stood up resolutely.
But her body froze suddenly, and then she reached out with both hands, and gently took what was in her palm.
Meng Fuyao turned his eyes to look over, and found that it was the thin and small soldier just now. He also took off his clothes at this time, and only wore a pair of short-nosed trousers. His exposed upper body and legs were all thin, and he looked lighter than her. a bit.
He turned his eyes away from Meng Fuyao, smiled a little shyly, and said, "Miss Meng, this is too dangerous, I'll come."
After a pause, he continued, "Please take care of the prince and other brothers."
Meng Fuyao looked at him, the circles of his eyes gradually turned red.
But the soldier walked over without looking back, his thin shoulder bones cut Meng Fuyao's eyes like a knife.
Zhan Beiye stared at him, his eyes were more painful than Meng Fuyao at this moment, he said, "Huazi, you have an old mother in your southern home."
The soldier still smiled shyly, and replied, "So I asked the prince and brothers to take care of it."
Zhan Beiye opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but the boy stopped him with a shy but determined smile. He walked to the edge of the swamp, took a deep breath, and suddenly lay down and rolled over.
When the contact area is enlarged and the weight is light, it will not sink for a while when rolling on the swamp-this is the truth that anyone who has stayed in the southern jungle knows.
The young man who had taken off all his burden rolled over, towards Zhan Beiye, towards the group of man-eating ants who opened their iron pincers to devour human flesh and blood.
The ants have been fighting against Beiye for a long time, and they have already been impatient. When they saw the fresh meat throwing themselves into the net, they immediately swarmed over.
The young man smiled, and quickly applied the bottle of oil to his upper body. The ants climbed up desperately, and his whole body was covered in ants in an instant. A black ant suit.
Even the boy's facial features were covered by ants, and those ants kept getting in through his seven orifices, waiting to bite his internal organs. At this time, he could not see his facial features clearly, only his facial muscles could be seen due to the gnawing. The bones were twisted in agony, and the black and red ants were wriggling like ferocious stripes dancing wildly.
He struggled hard, intending to ignite his body with the torch in his hand, but he underestimated the horror of this kind of ant, and the pain that swept away all his consciousness in an instant made him lose the strength to ignite spontaneously.
He struggled and panted and turned his head to look at the shore, where Ji Yu and the rest of the soldiers were kneeling on the shore.
Seeing his help-seeking eyes, Ji Yu's face was as white as death, and a line of tears flowed down the man's handsome face, but he still said coldly in the tears, "Let go!"
The soldiers gritted their teeth and raised their hands in unison, and the ignited fire was accurately projected on the soldier.
Bright red sparks bloomed on the black and red body in an instant, illuminating the dark swamp, those silently burning fires instantly turned the young man into a man of fire, and the ants at the place where the fire started were instantly burned to death. Most of them quickly climbed down to escape, rolling out batch after batch like black clouds, but the boy suddenly burst out laughing.
He laughed hoarsely, with blood in his voice, full of spikes and murderous intent like a mace, those tragic pain and determination broke through the strange mist in the morning, and broke through the gloomy jungle where layers of poisonous creatures were lurking. .
He lay burning in the swamp, and suddenly started rolling again with all his strength, aiming at the ants who were fleeing in all directions and intending to climb up Zhan Beiye's body again. , The giant ants perished piece by piece.
He rolled around Zhan Beiye in circles, and the blazing flames set off a ring of fire around Zhan Beiye's side. Some sparks fell on Zhan Beiye's upper eyebrows, and with a chirp, his hair fell off or a circle of fire bubbles burst out. He didn't even blink.
He and Meng Fuyao, one was immobilized in the swamp, and the other had acupuncture points on the bank, but they both watched this scene without turning their heads, watching this young man roll into the ant colony, not allowing himself to escape, Use the most tragic rape method to save the person he wants to protect.
That is the responsibility they cannot escape and the burden they cannot get rid of. Only when they repay such a sacrifice with the blood of their enemies one day can they truly let go of everything and face the dead.
Large areas of ant colonies were crushed to death and burned to death. No matter how many and fierce ant colonies were, they could not resist such a ferocious attack. They finally began to retreat, and the spreading black cloud finally converged and converged. , getting thinner and farther away, until fleeing back to the lair of broken branches, like a demon taking back the poisonous sand poured out of the bottle.
The ants dispersed, revealing the boy's body—it was no longer a human body, only a skeleton with fragments of flesh and blood hanging on it, charcoal-colored, cotton-like flesh and blood, which fell off little by little as it moved.
He is still alive, still rolling.
Under the eyes of everyone, this inhuman skeleton rolled to the side of the half-broken and useless whip, stretched out a hand with only a few knuckles left, and without knowing where the strength came from, grabbed the whip and pulled it hard.
The whip broke, and the young man took the broken whip back, pulled it together and tied it tightly, and then tightened it tightly.
These few movements of his are almost as smooth as those of ordinary people, and his injuries are unimaginably serious, and he should have died long ago.
At the moment when the ants attacked his body, at the moment when the firefly ignited on his body, at the moment when a ball of fire rolled on Zhan Beiye's side to drive away the ants for him, he might have died.
But no, this young soldier, with an almost miraculous move, proved the highest definition of patience, determination, and loyalty.
No one can understand what kind of persistence and belief made him support, abruptly breaking through the greatest pain that the human body can bear, breaking through the law of death, and completing this last crucial thing.
After finishing it, he relaxed. The young man couldn't close his eyelids. He just opened his eyes slightly, showing a little relieved expression, and then the expression gradually faded away, like the halos in the water waves gradually dissipating. .
He died with the whip.
When he was dying, all he had left was a skeleton, with pieces of coke-like flesh hanging on it.
His hand remained on the whip forever, maintaining that knotted posture, frozen for eternity.
Meng Fuyao sat quietly, tears streaming down her face in the mist in the mountains.
Zhan Beiye suddenly lowered his head and let out a low howl like a beast.
"ah-"
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A clump of flames ignited in the forest, and some scattered flesh and bones were incinerated into ashes.
Zhan Beiye knelt beside the fire and collected the ashes with his own hands. The boy's body was always hung on the whip. No one could take it off, and no one had the heart to take it. Meng Fuyao's whip was his funeral.
One will be successful, but on the road before the rise of the hero, the blood of the unknown is also sprinkled all over, piercing through the barriers of the road ahead with bones.
Carrying the ashes on his back in person, Zhan Beiye said hoarsely, "Let's go."
Four of the eleven people had gone, Ji Yu still led the remaining six people to open the way, Zhan Beiye and Meng Fuyao followed silently, but intentionally or unintentionally pulled their bodies apart and walked out of the formation, taking care of the seven people in front.
They really don't want to see such a tragic sacrifice anymore.
Meng Fuyao's eyes flicked over Zhan Beiye's hand, which was densely covered with blood spots, and was bitten in many places - the moment she was about to roll naked across the swamp to save him, Zhan Beiye forgot to deal with the ants.
Approaching his side, Meng Fuyao took his hand, took out the golden sore medicine from his bosom and applied it on him, Zhan Beiye subconsciously withdrew his hands, and said, "How precious is the golden sore medicine Zong Yue gave? It's very useful to keep it, don't waste it On such small wounds."
Meng Fuyao ignored it, carefully applied the medicine before saying, "You are the person with the highest martial arts in our team, using it on you is not a waste, but to save everyone more vitality."
"I think I hurt them." Zhan Beiye smiled wryly, his voice was very low, "What's worse, I'm still selfishly rejoicing."
"Huh?" Meng Fuyao raised her long eyelashes.
"I'm glad that Huazi replaced you at the last moment." Zhan Beiye looked at her seriously, his eyes were like the golden rice fields under the moonlight, turbulent and ups and downs, full of gratitude that Meng Fuyao was still alive and the lingering fear of thinking about the future still lingers, " Otherwise the body that died on the whip was you—in which case I'd rather sink myself."
Meng Fuyao remained silent, and said for a while, "You have very important things to do. You are going to save your mother and fight Beiye. If you are traveling this way just to compete with your elder brother, I might hesitate, but for you Your mother is willing to take risks, so I must help."
"You can't help like this." Zhan Beiye's eyes hurt, "Promise me, protect yourself first no matter what."
"I will protect myself well." Meng Fuyao watched the gradually dissipating mist, and said calmly, "In that big tomb where nothing is known, I will still protect you well."
Her eyes were calm, her tone was calm but firm, while she subconsciously touched the burden on her chest, her eyes remained fixed after touching, and then she let out a scream that she would never have uttered in the first place.
"Where are the rats?"
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Rats hung on vines not far from the swamp.
Meng Fuyao stumbled and ran back, remembering that she had unloaded her burden by the swamp, Master Yuan Bao probably rolled out at that time—as for the consequences of getting out, Meng Fuyao didn't dare to think, she just ran back as fast as she could. Near the swamp, he lay down on the ground and searched desperately, hoping to find Mr. Yuan Bao, but also afraid that what he found was a small skeleton or a small mummy.
As a result, she found Master Yuan Bao hanging on the clump of hanging vines that had forced them to retreat into the swamp earlier.
Meng Fuyao held her breath, and carefully observed the one who didn't know whether it was alive or dead—it was very quiet, its eyes were closed, its coat was a little dry, and its body was a little dirty... It was the same as before, and there were no signs of life or death.
Meng Fuyao turned her head 180 degrees, lay down on the ground and desperately observed Master Yuan Bao's pink belly—it fluctuated up and down in an extremely subtle way.
"Huh—" Meng Fuyao let out a breath, almost paralyzed.
After she breathed a sigh of relief, she began to curse, "Damn rat! Where can I sleep? Why are you sleeping in this bloody place? You didn't even say hello, it scared me to death!"
Master Yuan Bao was awakened by her scolding, lazily raised his eyelids to look at her, lazily got up, lazily lifted off the vine leaves that were used as a quilt, lazily kicked away the stumbling vines, and stepped out Catwalking, walking towards Meng Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao's eyeballs almost fell out.
Is this the same poison ivy that bared its fangs and claws, glistening with spikes and spraying gray-green poisonous juice, forcing them into the swamp and killing two people
This is obviously the loofah vine on the flower stand in the backyard of Master Yuan Bao's house!
The "loofah vine" obediently hangs down at Lord Yuan Bao's feet, those red fine thorns are still there, but it seems to have no effect on Lord Yuan Bao, Meng Fuyao looks at Yuan Bao almost as if he is looking at Superman.
She didn't know that Master Yuanbao fell into a period of weakness immediately after the infrasound, but due to the animal's self-protection instinct, at this time it naturally emits a smell that humans can't smell, but it makes other dangerous animals and plants avoid it. The smell is slight, just enough to protect itself.
And Master Yuan Bao is indeed not afraid of ordinary poisons.
Ya stepped on the catwalk, stepped on Meng Fuyao's palm with dignity, lay down, and continued to sleep.
Meng Fuyao stared at that guy for a long while, feeling the urge to bite it down, but in the end he had no choice but to stuff it into his bosom again, and was about to get up when he suddenly noticed some unusual color flickering among the vines.
She stood still, frowned and thought for a while, then drew out her dagger and was about to step forward, but Zhan Beiye by her side had already poked out the long sword.
His long sword hit an empty space, and when he drew it back, he could vaguely hear the crisp sound of hitting a hard object. Zhan Beiye raised his eyebrows, let out a soft "huh", picked up a piece of gravel from the ground, and flicked the stone with his finger. , but there was no impact sound as expected, Meng Fuyao had already said, "Is the backside empty?"
She took a step back and looked up at the vines. This was the path she had walked before. These vines were originally hanging from a towering old tree. The taboo of the double-headed cliff snake, seeing all the cliffs subconsciously avoiding it, didn't notice that there was another mystery behind it.
Zhan Beiye took a step back, exchanged glances with Ji Yu, and suddenly said, "Could it be here?"
Ji Yu said, "It is recorded in the book that there are two ancient trees in front of the cave... here is one." He looked carefully, and said "ah", "It turns out that the two ancient trees have been around for a long time. , the roots of the tree grow together, it looks like one tree, it's ridiculous that I've been looking for the hole hidden by two old trees."
Meng Fuyao patted Mr. Yuan Bao in his arms, and praised, "I think now, you lost it well, and the place to sleep is also wonderful. If you hadn't lost it, we would have gone a lot of wrong ways, and we might not meet again. What trouble."
Mr. Yuan Bao slept in a muddleheaded way, completely unaware that sleeping can make great achievements.
Standing at the entrance of the cave, there was a burst of cold air from afar, and the body was gloomy. The humidity in the mountain was high and the fog was heavy, but the cold air in this cave was especially horrifying. After standing for a while, all the sweat on everyone's bodies dried up.
The karst landform of the cave has always been grotesque and varied. The stalagmites that took hundreds of millions of years to form are connected with the stalactites, stone mantles, and stone flowers hanging from the cave roof, turning into two thick and thin stone pillars in the middle, and the light of Huozhezi shines in. , shining a piece of silvery-white bright fluorescent light, like jade carvings like ice sculptures, it has a dazzling beauty.
The width of the cave varies, the wide part is like a small playground, and the narrow part can only accommodate two people walking side by side. A group of people line up in a long line, walking cautiously. Meng Fuyao always remembers the flickering shadow he saw behind the vines... What is that
Huozhezi's light and shadow swayed, pulling everyone's silhouettes long and slender on the ground, and mixed with the shadows of those stone pillars. Hearing those hollow footsteps, Meng Fuyao felt a little nervous for some reason. Qin broke out in sweat.
Suddenly a warm hand stretched out and held her gently. The palm was dry and the gesture was firm. Meng Fuyao turned his head and saw Zhan Beiye's handsome and handsome profile in the flickering firelight. His eyes were bright and soft, looking at her as if he saw a hole of light, as if he was walking towards not the tomb of the cursed Da Gun clan, but the infinite scenery ahead, with spring flowers blooming.
Meng Fuyao smiled, slowly withdrew his hand, and mouthed, "I'm fine."
Zhan Beiye withdrew his eyes, his eyes darkened slightly at this moment, but he still smiled at her with a strong heart.
Meng Fuyao smiled back, but the smile froze suddenly.
Ahead, above Ji Yu's head, a black shadow half a person's height appeared at some point, silently hanging upside down from the ceiling, pecking straight at Ji Yu's head.
Meng Fuyao raised her leg and rushed over.
Ji Yu didn't even look back, and suddenly drew his sword.
He drew the sword as fast as if the sword was already in his hand, and the moment the sword was drawn, the long sword shot up like smoke and violently, piercing straight into the black shadow above his head.
"Hey!"
A stream of blood shot out, splashing on the pure white stalactites, the black shadow screamed, and passed over Ji Yu's head with a whimper, fanning a deadly and bloody wind.
But Ji Yu's sword light chased after him without stopping, and with a horizontal sword slash in midair, the thing was split in two, and it kept flying at a high speed until it hit a stalagmite and shattered together with the stalagmite. fell to the ground.
In the gravel on the ground, black wings were exposed, which turned out to be a huge bat.
Meng Fuyao stared at the bat, and murmured, "Could it be the ancestor of the bat, who is so big that he has grown into a spirit..." Suddenly, she felt that the front was dark, and there was a gust of wind, she raised her eyes.
Then she coughed, coughing and said, "I take back what I just said, this is not a bat ancestor, this is a bat grandson..."
A large black cloud suddenly appeared at the entrance of a narrow cave in front of it, whistling and rushing towards it. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a large group of bats, the size of which was beyond imagination, and the smallest one was as big as the one just now.
Zhan Beiye has already drawn his sword and flew out, faster than Ji Yu, while walking forward, he shouted, "Form formation, Seven Stars!"
The well-trained black wind knights immediately took their positions, their weapons unfurled, and wanted to protect Meng Fuyao in the center again, but Meng Fuyao took the position of Tianshu first. He slashed at the first bat with a knife.
The fur on the bat's belly was slightly golden, its eyes were green, and it had sharp teeth. Seeing that Meng Fuyao dared to provoke him, he was furious. When his wings flapped, a gust of wind blew up, and he slapped towards him like a steel plate.
The beast thought that Meng Fuyao had to give in if he couldn't block the slap. He didn't want Meng Fuyao to smile, and when he turned around, she suddenly disappeared. A black wind soldier suddenly appeared behind the bat, and chopped off its wings with a single knife. Meng Fuyao's dagger , also instantly changed direction and stabbed into the belly of another giant bat.
Blood splattered, beast carcasses flew across, the elite soldiers plus two masters, and the seven-star array with thousands of changes, even though these bats were cunning and huge, it was just a one-sided killing, especially the black wind cavalry, who came all the way. The depression of the companion's tragic death and helplessness all vented on these bats, and the killing was merciless. A layer of sticky blood quickly accumulated on the ground, and the air was soaked in those stench and cold smells, falling heavily in the breath of people. .
The bats saw that the situation was not good, at first a bat suddenly let out a strange cry, and the rest of the bats flew up and rushed out. They were tired of killing them, and they stopped with dirty blood, and before they breathed a sigh of relief, they suddenly saw The group of bats flew up half way, suddenly turned around and swooped down, rushed to the wall of the cave where Meng Fuyao and the others had inserted the torches, stretched out their claws to grab the torches and ran away.
"Damn treacherous!" Meng Fuyao yelled, raised his hand and threw "Slaying Heaven" into black light and flew out, piercing several bats to death with one knife, except for Zhan Beiye, the rest of the people shot their weapons one after another, shooting the bat that stole the fire , Huozhezi is not much left, and the next road is absolutely impossible without Huozhezi. These bats actually have an IQ close to human beings.
Seeing the bats that had been stabbed fall, the Huozhe fell down tumbling, but a black light flashed, and a bat rushed over immediately, blocked the Huozzi with its wings, and flew away with it.
Meng Fuyao stared dumbfounded at these "high IQ" bats, and murmured, "Is this a bat or an assassin? If you miss a hit, you'll turn around and leave. If you attack the enemy, you'll have to save everything. This damned Changhan Mountain was born Why are things so awesome?"
"The Dagun family is a family of strange magic in the legend, otherwise they would not have been exterminated by the imperial court a hundred years ago." Zhan Beiye clenched the sword in his hand and said, "Check it out, how many Huozhezi are left?"
The result of the inventory is very frustrating. There are only two Huozhezi left. I have used too many of them in the swamp to help the soldier kill the ants. The remaining is not enough to support it. Hard to say.
"Let's save it," Zhan Beiye blew out the booklet, "We are all not weak hands, use your ears instead of eyes."
He took Meng Fuyao's hand and said, "Don't refuse, now we are safest only if we walk together."
Meng Fuyao smiled, didn't pull out his hand again, and caressed his palm delicately with his fingers, and said with a smile for a while, "Well... your hand is not big... ah, you are actually a broken palm,' the left broken palm is the main soldier talisman, the man's broken palm Palm Chaogang', congratulations, but unfortunately, this kind of palm has a big temper, stubborn temper, emphasizing love and righteousness, and has a persistent personality that will never give up halfway. Hey, the typical one does not shed tears when seeing the coffin... "
"What are you mumbling about?" Zhan Beiye laughed, "It's like a magic stick."
Just as Meng Fuyao was about to answer, he suddenly felt his feet slip, and something slid over. The thing slid so lightly that it didn't even look solid, just like a wind passing by. Meng Fuyao could even feel the "wind" passing by. He pulled up his trousers, and the cool air came in.
Without further ado, she raised her hand and slashed at the ground. She felt that the dagger was almost slipping when it touched the thing. It passed over the back of the thing with a whimper, and the cool blood sprayed on the back of her hand. Suddenly, Meng Fuyao remembered something, and her expression turned pale. White and white.
Two-headed cliff snake.
As soon as the flames lit up, it was Zhan Beiye who quickly turned on the fire folder. He saw that there was indeed a double-headed cliff snake on the ground, and his expression immediately changed. He quickly squatted down and carefully checked Meng Fuyao's ankle, "Did you get bitten? Wound, where's the wound?"
"No." Meng Fuyao shrank her feet, "Didn't bite me."
Having said that, everyone couldn't help but look at each other. It's really a bad thing to find a double-headed cliff snake here. This kind of snake condenses smoke and turns into mist without making a sound, and it is impossible to distinguish it by hearing. However, fire folds are not enough. Now I use it. If you go down to the tomb, you will die, but now you don't need to be bitten by a snake to die.
But Zhan Beiye said, "Why didn't I bite you?" He raised his eyes and looked forward. In front of him was a jagged rock wall—it had come to an end, and there was no way.
"The tomb is near here." Zhan Beiye looked around, "It's not that bad. There must be a reason why the snake didn't bite people. It should be the tomb of Da Gun near here. Be careful and get out alive."
The crowd slowly dispersed, searching for the entrance of the tomb with the faint light, Meng Fuyao murmured, "Candles, flashlights, rulers, watches, brushes, compass, magnesium bars, matches, shovels, pens... Alas."
"What are these?" Someone asked in her ear.
"Tomb robbery... oh no archeology..." Meng Fuyao blinked, watching Zhan Beiye, "Treacherous."
"Fuyao, where are you from?" Zhan Beiye looked at her deeply, "You have never looked like a person from the five continents."
"I come from this tomb." Fuyao joked, but a little melancholy arose in his heart. If one day, he returned to the Wuzhou Continent, would he walk into the tombs of people belonging to this world during some archaeological work? In the coffin of the murals in the ear chamber, meet the old man again
Will you lift off the golden mask of the ancient wet corpse wrapped in silk and gold armor in the inner coffin, and see your unforgettable face
What kind of feeling would it be like to travel through time and space and suddenly feel like a dream
Shaking his head, Meng Fuyao put aside the strange and heart-stopping feeling in his heart, stretched out his hand and pulled out a black wind knight's iron awl, selected a piece of ground, inserted it obliquely, pulled out a little soil, and had a look, Put it aside, plug it in again, unplug it again, five times and three times.
Zhan Beiye stood aside silently, watching her strange behavior with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Looking carefully at the pulled out soil and the copper, iron, pottery, wood and other attachments on it, and sniffing the smell of the soil clods and iron cones, Meng Fuyao sighed, "Wuhua soil...it's a pity it's not Luoyang shovel...but it can I can see it."
She stood up and said, "It's just under this cave. I don't know how the people of the Dagun clan built the tomb under the cave, but there should be a descending cave underneath."
She roughly drew a position on the ground, and said, "It's a big tomb, it looks like it's still a vault with seven spokes and seven vaults, and the people buried in it won't be ordinary people... Try it from here."
The small place she was pointing to was slightly downward in the cave, and it was a bit dark, and there were also stone pillars, so it looked normal.
A black wind cavalry walked over, searched the ground, and shook his head.
When he stood up, he bumped into a stalagmite behind him, and the stalagmite split suddenly. The soldier glanced at it inadvertently, and his face suddenly changed.
He let out a scream of "ah", and the voice froze in his throat as soon as he yelled half a sentence.
Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiye flashed left and right in an instant, and Zhan Beiye rushed ahead of Meng Fuyao. He was in mid-air, his sword flashed red, and while protecting Meng Fuyao, he had already slashed at the stalagmite.
But the stalagmite suddenly rolled down, as if it was alive, it passed Zhan Beiye, and rolled straight to Meng Fuyao's feet!