Sheng Lingyuan thought: it must be because of this body.
It may have been destroyed by the Chiyuan fire, and then someone picked it up, it has been torn up for thousands of years, and it is broken...or it may not be a good thing at birth.
With this human skin on his body, he was very uncomfortable. There seemed to be a leak in the chest, the blood gushed out, taking away the rare body temperature, and when it touched the palm of his hand, it immediately became icy cold again. He felt that his heart and lungs were empty and light, and his limbs were sinking.
The surroundings seemed to be separated from him by something, and the headaches he was familiar with during his lifetime reappeared and began to pester him endlessly.
Sheng Lingyuan's knees softened, and he knelt beside the bronze coffin, his vision was blurred, and Aluojin's face was also blurred.
The cool and damp atmosphere on the coffin permeated through the tattered robe woven with vines of life and death, making him vaguely yearn for it.
"Hey, you..." Xuan Ji was startled, and first subconsciously walked towards him.
After taking two steps away, he recalled it, and castigated himself in his heart: What am I doing? Am I going to change my surname to Dong Guo
If the ancient tyrannosaurus rex summoned by these two gloomy sacrifices can be buried in a coffin, wouldn't the world be at peace
His conscience and "abacus" were fighting each other, and his inner drama was full of twists and turns, but his two legs seemed like a pair of impatients. He couldn't wait for the "superior leader" to give clear instructions, so he moved to Sheng Lingyuan's side on his own initiative.
There was a "buzzing" in Sheng Lingyuan's ears, and for a moment, he was in a trance, as if he had completely lost consciousness, his eyes were hard to focus, scattered in the void. From Xuan Ji's point of view, all he could see was his long hair that was battered with blood, but it was impossible to guess how much money was in his heart.
"This hair can't be washed for two hours at a time?" Xuan Ji was lost in thought.
Sheng Lingyuan was choked by his own blood and coughed. He even suppressed the sound of coughing and held his breath, as if he was afraid of alarming something.
Xuan Ji paused.
By the way, this is a person with breathing and body temperature... Let's just call it a human being.
He finally sighed—it can’t be helped, the work of moral education in contemporary civilization is too good, even if the big devil almost bound him into a book with the one who cheated the corpse just now, and threw a living person into the grave, Xuan Ji couldn’t do it.
"I must have been taken advantage of." Xuan Ji took out his mobile phone from his arms, lifted it up, turned on the front camera, and took a picture of himself and His Majesty Emperor Wu, "Here is a person who vomits blood for unknown reasons. He vomited by himself. Look , I am still so far away from him, I have nothing to do here, I took a video to prove that I am purely helping others... Alas, these days, it is difficult to be a good person, and I am afraid of touching porcelain... Hey, there is another signal?"
When the voice fell, Ping Qianru's phone call came in: "Xuan... 呲啦... We and... 'Fengshenyi'... 呵啦..."
"I can't hear you clearly, don't talk about it, I'm underground, and the signal is not good." Xuan Ji retracted her hands into her tattered sleeves, and helped Sheng Lingyuan up through the clothes, so as not to touch his blood—to avoid another forced connection "Bluetooth" accident, "I'll find my way out right away..."
Before he could finish speaking, suddenly, there was a loud bang from the phone.
Ping Qianru said "Oh": "Quick... beep—"
The phone is disconnected.
"Fengshenyi" was originally the number one field elite of the Alien Control Bureau, and now three people have returned, led by the captain himself.
After the three got off the plane, they went straight to Luo Cuicui's location. On the way, Xiao Zheng had already called to explain the situation: a group of people headed by Yue Degong, a local non-governmental special energy organization, frantically cast a curse on themselves to break it for profit.
And the person in charge of the aftermath department was with a suspect, and the location should be the ancient tomb where Yuede Gong obtained the spell.
The captain's surname is Wang, with an ape back, broad shoulders, and a bald head. As soon as people see it, the word "gentlemen" can immediately come to mind, and the whole person is filled with an off-road temperament: "Mr. Yuede has four apprentices, and they don't show up very much now. The active ones are all disciples and grandchildren." We obtained the motor vehicles under the names of several important persons and their families, consulted the driving records, cross-referenced them, and roughly delineated the location of the ancient tomb—it should be in the 'Dongbiquan' mountain area, just in line with the aftercare department. The sent locations overlap... Strange, how did they know?"
"They have a 'police dog' who graduated from college." Xiao Zheng said on the phone, and then said, "Xuan Ji from the aftermath department, you knew him before. His phone is always on and off. Try to contact him when you arrive."
"It's been a long time since I've had a good relationship with you," Dui Wang said while holding a cigarette between his teeth, "I've heard that this kid smokes from his wicked belt. I've wanted to learn from him for a long time."
"You are on someone else's territory now, be careful."
"Who were we afraid of? The mountain is here, and I am here. How dare the old rabbit blow us up to the sky?" Dui Wang stepped on the gas pedal, "We'll see..."
"Don't leave, captain! The high-speed exit has passed again!"
Luo Cuicui's location is a very remote place, Captain Wang is a reliable person, no one knows that he can't find the north in private, the whole earth is a maze to him.
After going back and forth between the expressway and Panshan Road eight times, the sun was setting, and he broke through the "difficult and dangerous obstacles" and gathered with the aftermath department.
"It's late! I'm sorry, it's so hard to find. There are usually unknown magnetic fields around this kind of ancient tomb, which interferes with navigation." Dui Wang shamelessly found an excuse for himself, "Oh... what's the matter? What, why is there still one wounded?"
Yang Chao was sprawled on the ground, with tears on his face, and he was still sobbing and dying—ever since he arrived in this mountainous area, he was like being possessed by a ghost, crying for no reason, and the tears couldn't stop. I don't even have the strength to speak anymore.
"I don't know, it happened all of a sudden," Luo Cuicui said worriedly, "Maybe the pressure of the postgraduate entrance examination is too great."
Team Wang: "..."
I heard early on that the children of the aftermath department have many ambitions, and they really deserve their reputation.
"Captain Wang, something is wrong with this place." A female member of Fengshenyi stepped forward, her eyes were big, and the eyeballs shone like cats in the dark.
"how?"
"Look at that mountain." The female team member pointed not far away.
It used to be Dongchuan, the Taohuayuan that Emperor Wu dreamed of. Later, although the climate has been greatly different after countless wars and thousands of years of geological changes, the natural environment is still very good. Although it is late autumn and early winter at this time, the temperature is still very comfortable, and the mountains near and far are lush.
As the night cools down, when the water vapor exhaled by the plants is cold, a white mist floats around the mountain, flowing slowly.
"It's true... something's wrong." Dui Wang squinted in the direction of her finger, and after a while, exhaled a puff of smoke ring.
The mountain is so clean and there is no fog.
"There is something buried under the mountain, but I can't feel what it is," said the female team member. Seeing Luo Cuicui looking at her curiously, she politely introduced herself, "Oh, my name is Gu Yuexi, and my special ability is sensory organs. , can see through—”
When Lao Luo heard this, his face paled immediately, and he hurriedly clamped his legs and covered his important parts.
Gu Yuexi: "...you can only see it when you want to, it's not a CT machine, and it's not a female hooligan, thank you."
When the group came to the foot of the fog-free mountain, Luo Cuicui suddenly said "ah" in surprise: "These trees are fake!"
Hearing the sound, Wang Dui broke off a leaf and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and spit out on the ground with a "pooh" sound: "Illusion, the trees on the mountain are made of paper. I heard that the ancestor of the old rabbit family of Yuede helped people to carry out funerals." Yes, there will be a lot of useless illusions like this."
No wonder there is no fog, and the paper-wrapped tree cannot breathe!
"Team Wang, there is a stone road with heavy artificial marks."
It seems that he found the right place, Wang Dui ordered Ping Qianru to pay attention to contact Xuan Ji at any time, and walked up the path of the stone yard at the same time.
Just after the few of them disappeared into the woods, several black cars stopped at the foot of the mountain, and a group of people got out of the car without a sound. The leader was an old man, wearing a dark gray Tang suit, raising his hand Throw your feet, exactly like the one of Lord Yuede
"Master has ordered me to deal with it properly," the old man said in a deep voice, "Kill the mouth, and then burn the mountain to ensure that there are no witnesses or physical evidence. Do you understand?"
Several apprentices took out a few boxes from the trunk of the car. The things inside looked like heavy machine guns one size larger, but they were not the same when you looked closely. Wen, a cold streamer flashed under the moonlight.
The old man in Tang suit waved his hand, and his subordinates carried their weapons and filed into the dense forest.
There are a few cabins deep in the paper bushes.
"It's not deserted," Dui Wang wiped the table. "It's just covered with a thin layer of dust. Someone should have lived here not long ago. It was emptied out. The old thing is very cunning... Don't sit down, kid." On the edge of the well, I will fall down later."
There was a well in the courtyard, and Yang Chao, who was sobbing, might not be able to walk anymore, so he took advantage of the situation and sat by the well. Hearing Wang Dui's instructions, he raised his head sadly, with a look of mournful concubine on his face, blew his nose, and was about to take out a tissue from his pocket to wipe it, when he accidentally brought out something, it was Xuan Ji's An electronic cigarette.
Yang Chao quickly stretched out his hand to grab it, but he cried all the way up the mountain, he was so weak, he lost his balance for a moment, and fell headfirst.
Team Wang: "..."
"What are you cursing him for?" Ping Qianru hurried over, but at this moment, her call to Xuan Ji was connected suddenly. Ping Qianru looked into the well and said to Xuan Ji, "Xuan Ji Director, we are with the colleagues of 'Fengshenyi', we should be near you, but now there is an accident—Xiao Yang!"
There was still water in the well, Yang Chao was struggling violently in it, Wang Dui came over and said, "It's okay, don't worry, I'm special energy and water system, let me... What's wrong with you?"
Ping Qianru held up the phone and froze there.
Under Wang Dui's suspicious gaze, she slowly put down the phone and pressed the speakerphone—there was no Xuan Ji's voice on the phone, only noise, listen carefully, it was crying, faint, more than one person...
At this moment, Yang Chao, who was thumping desperately down the well, bumped into something. Taking the central axis of the wellhead as the line, the ground suddenly split to both sides.
Ping Qianru: "Get out of here!"
Team Wang almost lost his footing: "Comrade police dog, what did you encounter?!"
Immediately afterwards, the whole mountain vibrated, all the grass and trees made of paper on the mountain rustled, and a long sigh came from the depths of the earth——
In the altar, the stone platform in the middle of the pool fell to one side without warning, and then, the boulder on the top of the altar rolled down and fell directly on the two people next to the coffin.
Xuan Ji pulled Sheng Lingyuan away, and the drowsy Sheng Lingyuan was almost scratched by his paw - it was his hair that was pulled by this wicked thing!
Before His Majesty could make a sound, the entire altar began to collapse, boulders fell one after another, knocking away the half-closed bronze coffin lid of Aluojin.
There was a huge splash of water in the pool, and then the pool water rushed up, and even the people and the coffin rushed down together.
This is really lacking a great virtue - the stone platform is full of Sheng Lingyuan's blood, let the water wash over them, pouring their heads and faces to their hearts' content.
For a moment, chaotic thoughts exploded in each other's ears.
In a daze, Sheng Lingyuan heard a series of wild words coming out of Xuan Ji's heart. Fortunately, the words used were relatively new, and in the ears of the ancients, it was equivalent to automatic mosaic.
The severe pain in Sheng Lingyuan's chest and temples also spread to Xuan Ji at the same time.
Xuan Ji was caught off guard, she didn't clenched her teeth, and almost choked to death in the water.
The pool water was rushing them in one direction, Xuan Ji kept her balance with grinning teeth, grabbed Sheng Lingyuan who was about to sink with the coffin, and said to herself, "Is this old ghost a weight? Why is it still sinking?"
But then, he saw Sheng Lingyuan's indifferent face.
If it wasn't for drinking the other person's blood and sharing Sheng Lingyuan's feeling at this time, Xuan Ji would almost feel that this person has no pain.
Then, he heard distant and indistinct singing.
It seemed to be the nursery rhyme of the witch tribe that he had heard from the memories of A Luojin and Sheng Lingyuan.
The singing goes back and forth, swaying, and flowing with the huge eddy in the pool.
Suddenly, Xuan Ji remembered the unofficial history of Emperor Wu that he had read. The cover design of the book was lacklustre and not attractive. He remembered that he stopped to open it because of the copywriting on the cover.
The text reads:
In your life, when you are under siege, is there anyone who can give you back
At the end of the journey, can someone let you take care of your wife and orphans
When all thoughts are lost, can someone heat a stove for you
During the holidays, when the palace banquet is over...
Except for the lanterns and jackdaws all over the wall, can anyone share a jug of leftover wine with you
The two of them were washed away by the water, and together with thousands of white bones, countless mirror flowers and water moon butterflies struggled in the water, emitting tiny fluorescent lights, which then slowly went out.
Like the stars that grow silent at dawn.
Then with a "crash", Xuan Ji's back hit the rock, and he grabbed the protruding stone with one hand and struggled out of the water.
He saw moonlight.
The altar of the Witch Race, which had been covered in dust for thousands of years, was elbowed open by Yang Chao, who didn't know whether he was lucky or not, and slowly floated up to the human world.