After Sheng Lingyuan's words fell, a faint light shone in the narrow robbery cave, just like the flowers blooming on the mountain wall.
Then the people in the "shadow" came out of the darkness.
The man is not short, but his stature is thin, and even the throat is only slightly undulating, so he looks a little boyish and indistinguishable. His long hair is tied in a thin braid and tied behind his head.昳丽. He wears a grimace mask on the left half of his face. The mask is full of smiles, and people are also full of smiles. The grape-like eyes are big and smart, and one is exposed, black and white are distinct, very cute.
If it weren't for the blood hole between his eyebrows, this person would be like those exotic teenage idols on TV.
Xuan Ji frowned and looked at the masked man, then at Sheng Lingyuan—he didn't know who this one was, and he had never heard of the name "Aluojin" before. But that goat said nonsense, the "corpse" in the coffin was nailed to the coffin between the eyebrows, and there happened to be a blood hole between the eyebrows of this person. In all likelihood, the coffin in the pool is this person's bedroom.
This is the Witchman's Tomb, and there are more than 40,000 corpses sleeping in the Datong bunk outside. He has a "single room" himself, which shows that he is a vicious ruling class.
Sheng Lingyuan mentioned just now, what is the name of the person in charge in the Wuren clan
Xuan Ji asked: "Are you the leader of the witch tribe... or that 'holy'."
The masked man is both an ancient and a foreigner, and probably belonged to someone who could not even speak the "Mandarin" of his time well, let alone Xuan Ji's modern style. He obviously didn't understand very well. He tilted his head, opened his eyes wide, and showed a questioning look on his face. This is a very childish gesture. Adults making childish gestures are either very artificial or a little nervous, but I don't know. Why, it was natural to him.
His innocence is convincing.
"The leader." Sheng Lingyuan replied for the man, "The last leader of the witch clan, Aluojin."
Aluojin understood his name, and smiled, revealing two cute little canine teeth.
A series of questions came out of Xuan Ji's mind: "Do you know him? No, didn't you just say that you killed the witch-human race? Why did he see you as if he was a relative? Also, is he alive or not? Dead people..."
"What do you think?" Sheng Lingyuan glanced at him, Xuanji's wings could not be opened, so he could only close them on his back in aggrieved way, Sheng Lingyuan's eyes swept over the closed wings, his eyes were cold, as if he didn't want to look at more Same, "What did you say was summoned by the gloomy sacrifice?"
Aluojin said happily: "Are you happy to see me, brother Lingyuan?"
"It's like a dream." Sheng Lingyuan murmured, he sighed, and stretched out his hand towards the shadow, his weak voice was more like a lover's whisper, "A Luojin, come here, let me see you."
Xuan Ji might have been tricked by him too many times, upon hearing the devil's soft voice, she subconsciously took half a step to the side, feeling that this guy didn't hold his fart well.
Aluojin was not as alert as he was. Hearing Sheng Lingyuan's nonsense, he stared blankly at the man wrapped in a straw robe, a blush appeared on half of his mask.
Then, the blush on his face rose to the eye sockets, and the mask turned into a crying face: "I was locked here alone. I don't know how long it took. I was forcibly awakened by those people with gloomy sacrificial rites. I want to go out and see Look... But where is this? Is this Dongchuan? Why are there so many people in Dongchuan? I can't understand a word they say."
Sheng Lingyuan said softly, "Well, I know."
"I followed that person and felt you, so I pulled you over... Lingyuan, I miss you so much."
Sheng Lingyuan didn't move his head, his eyelids slowly lowered a little, and then opened again, as if "nodding" with his eyes: "I know."
Aluojin walked towards him step by step: "Brother Lingyuan, jumping into Chiyuan, does it hurt?"
"It hurts." Sheng Lingyuan said softly, "I should suffer."
A Luojin looked at him, was bewitched by something, held Sheng Lingyuan's outstretched hand, and raised his head with a sad look: "There are a lot of interesting things outside, I can't understand what they are doing, But the paintings on the wall move, and the iron bugs running on the road buzz. At night, there are colorful lights everywhere, and the streets are full of sweetness. It seems that there is a market every day, which is more lively than the New Year’s Day. So happy, brother Lingyuan."
Sheng Lingyuan held his hand tightly.
The two of them spoke witch man language, and Xuan Ji didn't understand a single sentence from the beginning to the end, but his intuition had already warned him: "Be careful!"
The aggrieved expression on Aluojin's mask suddenly became ferocious: "But why are they so happy, I hate it..."
After he finished speaking, a large group of flower vines gushed out from behind him—the species that would "bleed" on the mountain wall, and rushed towards Sheng Lingyuan with an ominous fragrance.
At the same time, Sheng Lingyuan pulled Aluojin over violently, and grabbed his throat like lightning. Aluojin was half a head shorter than him, and he was pressed against the wall heavily, and his feet were off the ground.
The flower vine wrapped around his hand, and the place he passed was immediately ripped apart. Sheng Lingyuan did not hide or dodge, and said something silently in his mouth, and there was a buzzing sound behind him, and then, the pitch-black spike flew out of the pool , each one was a full half a foot long, Sheng Lingyuan caught one with his hands, and wedged it directly between A Luojin's eyebrows in lightning speed, wedged the masked man's resentful expression in place!
The blood splashed on his chin and neck, and the place he touched seemed to be scalded, and a bloodstain fell with a "squeak", and then quickly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Sheng Lingyuan's expression remained motionless, still showing some affection: "If you're not happy, just close your eyes and don't look at it."
Xuan Ji: "..."
Who was he just reminding to be careful
This is clearly two werewolves biting each other!
The facial features on A Luojin's mask were flattened, and he looked at Sheng Lingyuan who was close at hand: "When I opened my eyes and saw you, I thought it was a dream, but it turned out it wasn't a dream."
Sheng Lingyuan didn't answer, and quickly wedged several long nails into A Luojin's limbs.
"You are real, Your Majesty." Aluojin changed into that ancient elegant voice, "Except for you, who else can be so heartless? Who is worthy to be the emperor?"
Xuan Ji keenly caught his title, and looked up at Sheng Lingyuan's back in disbelief.
He can't pass the fourth level of ancient sayings, but... If you heard me right, this kid just said "Human Emperor"? Isn't that...
The last steel nail passed through Aluojin's body, wedged into the stone with a "choke", and the person stopped moving, but then, the cave trembled, and a burst of crazy laughter sounded from all directions. It was clearly Aluojin Jin's voice sounded like it was coming from far away.
Both ends of the narrow robbery hole collapsed, and the two of them had no place to hide, so they were trapped inside.
Yang Chao sat cross-legged in the back seat of the car, closed his eyes as if in a state of concentration, and held Xuan Ji's e-cigarette in his hand. Lao Luo and Ping Qianru, who were driving, dared not speak for fear of disturbing his "communication with the universe". Unexpectedly, Yang Chao chatted with the old man "Universe" endlessly. After seeing the meal time, Ping Qian was so hungry that she carefully pinched a nut from her pocket and quickly threw it into her mouth. Chao suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her with serious dissatisfaction.
Ping Qianru didn't dare to chew immediately.
Yang Chao: "Can you give me one?"
Ping Qianru: "..."
She quickly stuffed a whole bag of nuts into Yang Chao's arms: "How is it? What do you feel? Are we close?"
"I don't know, as I said, I'm not active at all times, and I suddenly didn't feel anything just now." Yang Chao said with a sad face, "If it's not that we drove it, or..."
"Bah, bah, bah," Ping Qianru interrupted him, reaching out to pat the back of Lao Luo's seat vigorously, "It must have passed, Brother Luo, turn around!"
"Turn around! You can't turn around on the expressway! I don't know when reinforcements will arrive," Luo Cuicui complained self-consciously, "It depends on us... If we can be reliable, why are we still in the aftermath department?"
When the voice fell, his phone rang.
"Here we come," Ping Qianru leaned over from the back seat and picked up Lao Luo's phone, "Director Xiao sent 'Fengshenyi' here, let's post the location!"
At this time, in the Penglai conference room, Yue Degong's mobile phone, which was jumping up and down, suddenly vibrated. The old man in a black tunic took a look at it while drinking water, and saw someone sent him a WeChat message: "Different Control Bureau wants Make a small move, the 'Fengshenyi' people are here, and they just landed at the airport."
A gloomy look flashed across Yue Degong's face: "So what, we are upright and not afraid of the shadow."
After a while, the voice quickly changed to: "Master, they seem to have gone straight to our 'mine', what should we do?"
The "mine" is an ancient tomb, left by their ancestors, only dug to the top, and the bottom is a forbidden area - it is said that no one who goes down can come up alive.
"Special abilities" are more sensitive than ordinary people, and they can feel the danger of the forbidden area without warning, so Yue Degong has never moved to find out the truth since he was a child. Just a little thing on the outermost edge is enough for them to benefit several generations.
There are countless ancient books there, a small part of which are written in ancient Chinese, and more of them are a kind of ghost-drawing symbols that make people have no clue. Yue Degong and the others specially organized some people to focus on linguistics and try to decipher these ghost-drawing symbols. Only a small part has been deciphered so far, not enough for them to understand those difficult words.
However, just the part they can understand has already made them stand out from countless peers.
In addition to ancient books, what is more precious are some ancient "spells".
The concept of "curse" is recorded in their ancient books. It is not clear what it is used for, but the power of this thing is that as long as there are props, even ordinary people can use it. Some of them are very lethal, but the magic is that there are corresponding solutions. After the curse is solved, there will be no sequelae left.
This is the real "secret not passed on" of their group.
Since ancient times, people prayed to gods and worshiped Buddha only when they had something to do. When the weather is good, the temples in the land of Hebo are always overgrown with grass. If the cat catches all the mice, it is not far from being asked out of the house. Children's cartoons understand this truth. [Note]
There have been no wars or major natural disasters for more than 70 years, and most people live and work in peace and contentment. There are some people who engage in feudal superstition activities such as "raising little ghosts" and "inviting fox demons".
Occasionally, when something happens, those people from the Different Control Bureau always come out to intervene as a "security department".
There are hundreds of responses from the audience, and there are thousands of disciples. They can't be supported by the northwest wind.
In times of peace and prosperity, "masters" are useless, so it is absolutely impossible to let mysterious and high-ranking "masters" go to work to earn money.
It's not easy to make a living, so Yuedegong had no choice but to "work harder for those who are able", and play two roles - playing the role of the bad embryo who harms others and the "savior" who saves all living beings.
This is not an isolated case. Yue Degong glanced at the conference table, and exchanged glances with many people in a cryptic way—when the turnover is really difficult, the method should be more "flexible". It is not insulting the ancestors, it is almost Unspoken rules in the industry.
If it really comes out, no one wants to run away.
Yue Degong gently put the enamel cup on the table, and replied: "Then leave them."
But before he could send this message, a news popped up on his mobile phone: "A 4.2-magnitude earthquake occurred in Changning Province at 11:19. The epicenter was in Dongchuan, and the depth of the epicenter was 0 kilometers."
"Master," the apprentice's message came in first, "the 'mine' just had an earthquake!"
Xuan Ji's feet stepped on the epicenter, and the moment the hole collapsed, he was ready to be smashed all over his head, but his feet were empty, he didn't know where he fell, and the surroundings were pitch black.
The breeze blows by, and the fragrance of the soil blows to the face, mixed with the fine chirping of birds and cicadas.
Before Xuan Ji squeezed a flame out to light it up, someone hurried over with a torch not far away, dressed very similar to that weird Aluojin, and spoke in squeaking witch man language.
Xuan Ji reached out to stop him: "Hey, wait..."
But the man "passed" past him and ran straight to the wooden house at the end of the path.
Xuan Ji: "..."
What kind of horror movie scene is this? Is he dead or the other party is dead.
At this time, a hand was suddenly pressed on his shoulder, Xuan Ji shrank his shoulders instinctively and turned around, and pressed his fingers against the other's neck with the fire light, and the fire light illuminated Sheng Lingyuan's blood-stained face.
"What kind of place is this? Illusion? You..." Xuan Ji recalled the suspected "Human Emperor" that Aluojin said just now, and subconsciously changed the title, "Are you..."
The author has something to say: Note: This is about the cartoon "Shu Ke Beta"