The story afterwards finally lost these bizarre twists and turns.
Ning Er died in the blood pond. As for this so-called sacrifice, it did not have any huge consequences, and the reaction it caused was even slow.
First, the entangled huge blood vessels suddenly swelled, as if the turbulent blood flow had expanded several times. When this stage passed, the beating speed of the huge heart above the head gradually slowed down, and finally approached nothing. I don't know when, the sound was completely lost, and the voice of the mother of the wet flood never appeared again.
She just died.
As for what she said, on the Fuxi sword, the so-called qi and blood that the human head and snake body totem turned into was visible to the naked eye. It could not be said that it was just a stream of blood, but it should be said that it was a semi-liquid crimson little snake. This description is not accurate. To say that it is a snake is better to say that it is a moving red flesh and to say that it is semi-liquid than it is to say that it crawls as if it is flowing.
In short, it was such a disgusting and even daunting thing that made people crawl out of the blood pool slowly. Between me and Chongyang, without hesitation, it got into my body. The speed was so fast that I hardly had time to react. The so-called totem qi and blood had disappeared from the body surface.
Chongyang's expression was faint, and even a little happy, but I was speechless for a while. This should have been calculated by the Ning family. One person offered sacrifices and the other made a container. On the contrary, Chongyang just watched the excitement.
Li Yuanyi told us that when the mother of the wet dragon is dead, the mother will definitely not be able to survive, but the surviving three generations of wet dragons can survive for a while. After all, they rely on their incarnation to reincarnate and weaken the wet dragon as much as possible. The mother's influence on them, but if the delusion has no influence at all, it is impossible.
Therefore, our return journey is actually going back.
Li Yuanyi said that there are two ways to go back. One way is to go up the stone pillar stairs and wait on the spot for people on the ground to send someone down to rescue us, because it is impossible for our supplies to be supported enough to take another trip. The third floor of Yuji's tomb, not to mention the floating wet Jiaohu Lake.
As for the second road, in fact, at the junction of the first floor and the second floor of Yu Ji’s tomb, there is an underground river connected. There is a raft beside the underground river, all the way to the east, you can directly reach the one near the Changshan mountain range. River.
I asked him how this road came, and he smiled mysteriously and asked me what I was doing after saying that you knew it.
But in the end, we did not choose the second path. After all, it was too dangerous. In the end, we were prepared to wait for Hu Qinan to send someone on the ground to pick it up. Before that, we tried to search for the traces of Ning Shan, but nothing was gained. Li Yuanyi said that people like Ning Shan have people around them and are not so easy to die. Hu Qinan will send people down to search for his traces.
Although I know that these words are mostly comforting, I can only believe it for the time being. And we don’t dare to stay by the river any longer. If the next rain comes, we might not have such good luck to survive. After a hassle search, we will return along the stone pillar stairs. Before that, we didn’t get nothing. , The "Ripper" who impressed me a lot in the Ning family team was unexpectedly encountered by us and passed out in the pile of rocks. His body was scarred, but he still had his breath. In line with the principle of saving lives, Chongyang, I and Li Yuanyi, mainly Li Yuanyi, carried him back to the top of the stone pillar stairs. Just along the way, I no longer have the mind to appreciate the brilliant artistic creation of the Wet Jiao civilization, because this civilization is completely finished.
Without the obstacles of wet floods along the way, Hu Qinan's people came very quickly. The time to come down to save people was calculated. Maybe they will slowly leave after we were in the water for a day, ready to come down to pick up people.
What is slightly surprising is that Hu Qinan, the seemingly weak assistant, actually brought the people down himself, and was the vanguard, but this time he didn't wear that iconic professional outfit.
Seeing the four of us, Hu Qinan notified the people behind to pick up the people, and the team still gathered some corpses or injured people along the way, so that the loss during the trip would not be so shocking. Later, I learned that many of the attritions were injured. The people who really died were not as exaggerated as expected, and some were attritions, waiting on the spot for rescue. In this way, it also gave me some confidence in Ning Shan's survival.
Hu Qinan's vanguard troops did not come up with us, but led people to continue looking for possible survivors below. Of course, the main purpose was to find Ningshan.
Returning to the ground, it seemed like a world away, the sun was dazzling and messed up everywhere.
Hu Qinan is a good assistant. He has already arranged things properly. The entire camp around the wet Jiao Lake, whether it is the tents or the shed built by the owner of Deqi, which is dedicated to the sword of Huashan, has been completely torn down. , All domestic garbage is shipped out. Dozens of earth-moving trucks have been parked in the open space full of earth and rocks, extending to the forcibly developed road in the jungle. When the three-story tomb of Yu Ji has been completely searched and cleaned up, the wet Jiao Lake will be landfilled.
We got on the medical vehicle that was prepared a long time ago, and along the way we saw teams planting trees restoring vegetation on the road. It is estimated that we want to cover this place for as long as possible. Of course, this is no longer what I can worry about. Seeing that Ning Shan entrusts all the big and small affairs to Hu Qinan, and even the final life is in his hands, this person must be very capable of doing things, at least better than my so-called. The second young master of the Ning family is stronger.
Since Chongyang and I were rushing, we couldn't hold it back. I'm afraid that we didn't know how to deal with it back and forth. We simply stayed in Vietnam so that Hu Qinan could do something unobtrusive.
Then there was surgery and hospitalization. I didn’t see Hu Qinan a few times during the period. He only came once after I woke up with a bullet. He didn’t wear a suit and was shaggy and shabby. He was no longer the style of Ningshan’s right-hand assistant. He saw that my operation was successful, so he said that Ning Shan hadn't found it yet, and he planned to look for it again. I thought for a while and asked him if Guo Huihuang and Qin Du found him. He said that Qin Du did not find Qin Du. Guo Huihuang found it. The little Taoist priest was injured, but they were all minor injuries. So he refused the help of Hu Qinan's medical vehicle and gave it to him. A package said that I should return it to the monks on his behalf. After that, he left alone.
I opened the package when I was sick. It was the Buddha's head. It was thrown on the ground by me. There was a small depression on the surface. I sighed and took it away. The last side of the chaos should be the last side of Ning Chuan and Guo Huihuang in my life, but I don’t know if this little Taoist is looking for a place to live in seclusion, or to travel around the world.
Intermittently recuperating, and taking Chongyang to find the temple that Qin Du and Ning Er had visited, but there were many temples in the corner of Hanoi, and I intermittently searched for more than a month, and finally listened to the guidance of passers-by. The canopy of the big wooden tree is like an umbrella cover, and it is shady and cool. In my heart, most of it is here.
After entering, I took another turn and saw that a banner in front of the temple gate hadn't been picked up. It was bilingual in Chinese and Vietnamese, and the Buddhist and Taoist exchanges were so friendly. It really was here.
The old monk returned the head of the Buddha. The old monk did not invite us. He took the head of the Buddha in the courtyard, opened the package, and took a look. All the monks in the courtyard clasped their hands together, reciting the scriptures. I couldn’t understand it, but still I can hear the compassion in the mouth of the monk in the full house. The figure of a ghost, who originally had a disdain for Buddhism, went into the main hall and put on a stick of incense. I think it's too much for the dead to ask for sustenance.
He was recuperating intermittently, and counting the time spent everywhere, when I returned to the Yuanshan Garden, Chongqing was quiet. Although the streets were still busy, the noise in the past was much lower. Looking at the day, it turned out to be June 8th, the college entrance examination for the whole city.
Unconsciously, half of the year has passed. The next afternoon, Chongyang and I were traveling in Chongqing. We always felt bored and flustered at home.
The two were all right, and went to watch the examination room. The examination room is crowded with people, and most middle-aged men and women are waiting for their children to end their first journey in their lives. They are longing, or anxious, and even a whole family is waiting outside the examination room. But our two young men in their twenties seemed out of place.
At the end of the exam, youthful and wanton faces rushed out from the entrance of the test center. In short, they were all beaming, looking for his family. There was also a boy walking backwards in the crowd, looking around, and a guy who was looking for him. The girl agreed something loudly across the crowd.
In short, this is both the end and the prologue. Life is like the sea. Whether it is them or us, the story is far from over. (End of this chapter)