Pressed under the wolf's head, the half-folded rice paper is as white as snow and as tough as brocade. In the sun, you can see the blossoming plum blossoms composed of natural patterns on the paper.
Chen Geguang was born in a family of the Jin and Tang Dynasties, and he recognized that it was Jinzhi rice paper, which was hard to come by, and was exclusively for the royal family.
Several thoughts flashed through his mind, and Mr. Yan had already reached out and picked up the piece of rice paper.
Mr. Yan unfolded the rice paper, and saw that there were only a few short lines written on the snow-like paper, using the official documents of the Jin and Tang Dynasties.
Just as Chen Geguang was about to go over to see what was written on the paper dedicated to the royal family, a ball of black flame suddenly shot up in Mr. Yan's hand, instantly burning the rice paper completely.
"you!"
Chen Geguang was furious, but before he could utter the words of reprimand, a sudden change occurred.
The moment the rice paper was burned, the camel with the blind wolf on its back suddenly raised its front hooves, as if it had been frightened by something in an instant. The camel was frightened and went mad, Chen Geguang instinctively pulled out the knife, and with a flash of the knife, he was about to kill the camel kicked by its front hooves.
"do not move."
As soon as Chen Geguang drew his sword in his hand, he heard Mr. Yan next to him yelled sharply.
The next moment, Mr. Yan grabbed Chen Geguang's wrist, and his vision blurred. Mr. Yan led Chen Geguang back a dozen steps, avoiding the maddened camel. The camel broke free from the tether at some point, and rushed out in front of Chen Geguang with a mournful cry.
"It was counted."
Chen Geguang was confused by Mr. Yan's big reaction, just about to ask him what's going on, when he heard Mr. Yan beside him speak coldly, as if his voice was squeezed out from between his teeth.
- Calculated
Hadn't they been deceived a long time ago, had the Buyiks known their whereabouts long ago? It's only now that I was calculated, is it an afterthought
Chen Geguang twitched the corners of his mouth, seeing that Mr. Yan had pulled him back just now, he didn't say anything.
But soon, he knew that he had misunderstood.
What Mr. Yan said about "being calculated" is far more than this.
The moment the camel rushed out, the camel bell that was originally hanging on the rope shook violently, and the sound of the camel bell changed from the distant sound at the beginning to the rapid. Chen Geguang and Mr. Yan were standing in the middle of the ropes that traversed the air. At this moment, camel bells came from all directions, and the bells overlapped, as if they sounded directly in the mind.
The sound of camel bells, the desolate and distant sound of camel bells.
The sound of the camel bells that guide the lost in the desert can be heard far and wide, but when hundreds of camel bells ring violently together, it is impossible to give people any damn sense of comfort to guide the lost.
Guide the astray astray.
More or less astray.
Chen Geguang could hardly restrain himself from drawing his knife to cut off the ropes hanging from the camel bells, but the way the camel bells hung and sounded seemed strange, the bells overlapped and rang in his mind, making one feel chest tight, dizzy, and extremely irritated , but couldn't help listening to those camel bells in a daze.
No, not right.
Not just camel bells.
Chen Geguang held the knife, gritted his teeth, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat, so he didn't slash the knife at Mr. Yan who was beside him.
The sound of the camel bell was just a catalyst, but the real factor was... It was cold and shrill, like the wind sound of Devil May Cry.
They have been in the ghost city for too long, so long that they have become accustomed to the wind sound like the wailing of ghosts in the ghost city. Their nerves have subconsciously ignored the sound of the wind, but now once they notice the sound of the wind, the brain instinctively rejects the sound of the wind. , The sound of the camel bell became indistinct, became ghostly and ethereal, and became entwined with the sound of the wind.
Miserably and shrillly, all the ghosts wailed, and the ghosts rang the bell.
This is... what's going on here
Chen Geguang's vision gradually blurred. He was clearly conscious, but the knife in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, his vision became blurred, and the sky and the earth seemed to spin.
"Chen Geguang!"
In the chaos, Chen Geguang heard someone calling his name loudly, the voice seemed to come from a distant place, the voice was as sharp as a blade, and it split the thick fog in front of him at once.
As if being pulled out of the deep water suddenly, Chen Geguang was panting heavily, and the cold sweat on his back soaked the skirt of his clothes suddenly. Only then did he realize that he had fallen to his knees on the ground and staggered up from the ground. Chen Geguang turned his head to look around.
In the ear is still the shrill ghost cry like the wind.
It was as if the wind from the entire ghost town gathered here, and the ghosts wailed. The ropes that seemed to be hanging randomly in mid-air had been tightened at this time, and the ropes were intertwined. The totems of the Buyek tribe on the camel bell on the rope have all been ignited.
The camel bell burst into flames in mid-air, but it didn't burn the rope. The flames wrapped the copper bell, which looked very strange.
What's worse is not this, but the space outside the ropes seems to have been separated. The place where Chen Geguang and Mr. Yan are standing is under the formation formed by the ropes. It was clear and bright, but dozens of steps away, outside the range cut by the rope, yellow sand hovered at an unknown time.
It was as if a sandstorm that had been blocked by a ghost town for many years invaded in an instant. The yellow sand was rushing outside the rope, and the strong wind was swirling, and it was impossible to see things dozens of miles away.
Chen Geguang's expression changed suddenly.
The light cavalry, the soldiers of Boumburg he had brought were still scattered and waiting nearby.
"Fuck him..."
Chen Geguang, who came from a famous family, swears for the first time. He pulls out the knife stuck in the ground and is about to step out of the rope and walk into the yellow sand.
Where does the ghost town get its bad name? Those simple and confusing legends that seem to be true or false.
There is a legend that this ghost city used to be a Buddhist city in the Western Regions. Later, I did not know what mistakes were made, and the heavens punished those monks with high cultivation levels overnight. The rocky mountain looks like a monk bowing his head from a distance. After the monk turned into a stone, his resentment persisted, circling the city.
If someone touches the resentment of those monks who were so advanced that they could turn into Buddhas, then the stone statue will open its eyes, and the bones and ghosts buried under the yellow sand will gather, wandering ghosts will cry together, and they will not stop until the living people enter the hell.
At the beginning, the army of the Fuyi Dynasty planned to pass through here, but the sneak attack on the military fort never appeared again. Some people said that they were "crossed" into Senluo Hell because they violated the resentment shrouded in the ghost town.
But that's obviously just the legend of the fools of Klazhuoma!
"Don't move! It's dangerous!"
Mr. Yan shouted sharply.
"Fuck you!" Chen Geguang yelled, "I've seen you upset for a long time, what kind of onion are you?!"
"Hold up if you are upset!" In the strong wind, Mr. Yan pressed Chen Geguang's shoulder, his eyes did not fall on the yellow sand all over the sky.
He looked around from the place where the ropes were nailed, his empty right hand drooped, and the black flames in his hand gathered, and finally slowly condensed into a long sword, the edge of the long sword was rarely ferocious like fangs arc.
Chen Geguang wanted to break free from this man's hand, but found that the man's hand seemed to be lightly pressed on his shoulder, but his strength was as strong as a thousand pounds.
After looking around, Mr. Yan held the sword in one hand and pressed Chen Geguang's shoulder with the other, pulling him back slowly step by step.
He stared fixedly in one direction.
The vibration of the camel bell became more and more rapid, and at some point, a Sanskrit word slowly emerged from the firelight of the camel bell. There is a Sanskrit on each camel bell, which is dazzling in the firelight, as if it was written on the bell long ago, and it slowly emerged after being burned by the fire.
——The random ropes in the air seem to be just a trick to let them find the wrong place, but in fact it is a trap that has been prepared for them to fall into it lightly.
Seemingly nailed at random, the ropes pulled in all directions, the lines forming the array, the sound of the bell and the sound of the wind mixed together to form a breathtaking effect, the bell hanging on the rope was secretly written in Sanskrit, and the Buyik that ignited in the air The family pattern... everything is like a spider web, pulling the whole body.
Chen Geguang thought of the old wolf leading the way, and the blind sand wolf tied to the camel floated in front of his eyes. For some reason, he began to feel cold in his bones.
In the dark, it seems that the actions of people like myself are following the script written by others.
It's like... I'm just a chess piece, and someone is outside the chessboard, watching without emotion.
This feeling passed quickly, but Chen Geguang couldn't think any more.
He also saw what made the unpredictable Mr. Yan look like an enemy.
——Among the vast expanse of yellow sand, a pair of majestic eyes slowly opened, as if pitying heaven and man.
The ropes were full of yellow sand, and they couldn't see the soldiers waiting outside, but they could vaguely see a few huge black shadows, which were rocky mountains hundreds of feet high. But at this time, in the direction Mr. Yan was looking at, two clusters of lights lit up on the top of a huge black shadow.
Two balls of light like eyes.
From the swirling yellow sand, the shape of the rocky mountain is clearly a monk with his head bowed.
The monk bowed his head and opened his eyes in the yellow sand.
Stared at by the eyes that were lit up by the Buddha's light, Chen Geguang only felt stiff all over. If Mr. Yan hadn't pulled him, he would have difficulty even raising his hand, let alone retreating.
The long sword in Mr. Yan's hand was across his chest, and he pulled Chen Geguang back slowly.
—The stone statue opened its eyes.
The cause of death of the cavalrymen of the Fuyi Dynasty may be as true as the legend.
This thought flashed by, and Chen Geguang heard the sound of war horses.
The wind did not know when it slowed down, but beyond the ropes, there was still a vast expanse of yellow sand. In the yellow sand, apart from the stone statue with its eyes open, Chen Geguang and Mr. Yan saw many blurred shadows.
That was definitely not the army they brought with them.
It's like the mysterious army named "Zang Mu" belonging to Namu in the legend of Kla Zhuoma. They... came to harvest life.