Chapter 113:

He Jinglian ’s crisis has been lifted, but Van Gogh is still slowly turning the soul bell, chanting words. He put his hand on the girl's neck covered with scars that seemed to be broken, and began to recite the pharmacist's initiation of the mantra. This scripture, which was originally just for praying for the health of the body, was poured into the mouth by his mouth. The people who had calmed down a lot felt more refreshed, and even Song Rui's inner volcano eruption gained a short period of tranquility.
Miraculously, the blue and purple marks around He Jinglian's neck began to fade away, and then disappeared completely. Qingxin Qing ’s palm completely extinguished the fire burning in her throat, but her tongue bone seemed to be injured. She could not make a sound for a while, and she could only hold Van Galo ’s clothes tightly and pointed. Zhu Qi's mottled palace gate kept shaking his head.
Don't go in! Can't go in! The tears on her face couldn't even up the thick cotton blindfold, and now her cheeks were covered.
Fangallo stopped ringing the bell and chanting, slowly untied the blindfold for the girl, and blocked it with one hand in front of her face, in case the too harsh light hurt her iris, and her voice was full of gentle comfort: "Don't be afraid, I won't be okay. You go down to rest first and everything will be fine when you sleep."
The energy he exudes continuously is like a stove, which thoroughly heats He Jinglian's body and soul. She no longer trembled or cried, but nodded anxiously and obediently. She realized that she was dragging down the teacher, and this was the last thing she wanted to see. She let go of the youth's clothes and moved hard, trying to stand up, so the long-awaited Ahuo and He Mu stretched out their arms at the same time.
He Jinglian looked at these two arms and hesitated for a few seconds before putting his palm in Ah Huo's hand. She remembered that when she fell into the abyss of pain, this person's voice kept echoing in her ears. Although she failed to lead her out of desperation, she gave her a lot of courage. Where is the mother's voice ...
He Jinglian was stunned for a moment, but had no impression of it. Has the mother really worried about her? If so, why can't she hear her call?
He Mu, who was alienated by her daughter, gave Ahuo a hard look, but she didn't dare to stare at Van Gollo, who had more influence on her daughter. After the terrible experience just now, how could she not guess what kind of existence this person is. Because of her daughter's particularity, she knows more about people like psychics than ordinary people, so she knows to what extent the strength of top spirits can be achieved.
Now look at it again, what a ridiculous joke she had before. Can a rattle be used to seduce her daughter who has been dispelled for thousands of years without dispelling spells? Is it possible to reduce the competition by using tactics? To say something unpleasant, it is to combine all the psychic mediums present into one, which is probably not his opponent.
Not only did Mother He blush, her expression was ashamed, even the "Harry Potter Quartet" covered her head and felt quite self-conscious. Not only did the imaginary counterattack happen, they ended up having to save their lives. Do god-like people like Fangallo have to spend money to ask the show crew to cooperate with him in acting? Can the previous tests be more dangerous and more fantasy than today?
Still too young, less insight! The four men blushed in unison.
However, even the well-known Liang Lao and others were stunned by this change.
Mr. Lu is always the most calm. The brainwashing of his daughter gives him a kind of lost faith in Van Gogh, and the facts prove that this faith is not groundless. "Mr. Fan, have our curses been lifted?" He Asked diligently, everyone's eyes were fixed on the youth. This is a life-threatening problem!
"Everything has been lifted." Even if blindfolded, Fangallo can bypass everyone, walk unimpeded to Yuan Zhongzhou, and pass the soul bell: "Return to you."
"Thank you." Yuan Zhongzhou was taken aback by the soul of the soul of the Buddha, and then bowed to express his thanks. Used by the youth only once, his Horcrux turned out to be stronger, more spiritual, and stronger, more than he had gained after ten years of hard work. He actually didn't help the youth, but he received such a gift, which is really shameful ...
Yuan Zhongzhou, who is very old, held the Soul Bell anxiously, almost thinking in a trance that he was standing in front of him by a senior with a deep sense of discipline, not a young man in his early twenties. But his seventh sense clearly told him that this is indeed a young soul, and it is not an exaggeration to even describe it as a young man.
Fangallo's words made everyone relieved. The photographer who was half-kneeled on the ground and insisted on working at the moment didn't have a sore waist, his legs didn't hurt, and he could resist hundreds of cameras in one breath. Song Wenwen asked lively, "Mr. Fan, do we still take pictures? If you say yes, let's go in. If you say no, let's go home!"
The staff also responded well, as if they had completely forgotten the terrible experience before. The teacher Fan is the Dinghai needle of the program group, they are afraid of a fart!
Seeing this scene of echoes, Song Rui couldn't help shaking his head and chuckled. Van Gogh ’s influence is really terrible, as long as he begins to show his existence, he can quickly become the center of everyone.
Old Liang quickly stood up to stop this group of people: "Wait, wait, I will first ask Mr. Fan if this place can enter? Will he be cursed again?" This young man in his early twenties is called Mao Xiaodao, but now, he is the teacher who keeps his mouth closed, and he does not even feel blushed.
"Yes, Mr. Fan, please give us a look, otherwise our work will not be carried out." Lu Lao is also very concerned about this. A group of old men surrounded the Fangalore group, and asked various questions with earnest expression, which formed a strong contrast with the previous regrets, demolishing, and questioning.
"There will be no problem following me in." Van Gogh looked up at the palace.
Mr. Liang suddenly understood that he could go in with the protection of this person, but if he left, the palace would have to continue to be banned. The curse still existed and could not be completely solved, it was only temporarily cut off by the youth.
The scholars looked at each other and didn't know what to do. The task has been arranged above, the funds have been put in place, and a part of it has been spent, but they cannot even enter the main palace. How should I explain this? Can you believe that there is a curse in it?
"Continue to shoot." Fangaluo reached out his arm and looked up at the high hanging plaque, saying one by one: "Tianzi is the parents of the people, thinking that the world is king."
"Did Mr. Fan overturn the car, this plaque has only four words written on it?" Song Wenwen whispered to his cousin's ear, his expression worried.
Song Rui looked at her with a fool's gaze: "This is the comment on the four words" Huang Jian You Ji "in the chapter of" Shang Shu · Zhou Shu-Hong Fan ". After you go back, read more books to avoid Shame on TV. "
Song Nuan's old face blushed and he couldn't help regretting it: he should pinch the headset when he just asked, and he shouldn't let the radio record his idiots.
Liang Lao, Lu Lao and others stared at Van Gogh with a staring gaze, then nodded together, clearly knowing what the other party was talking about. He explained the content of the plaque in another way, which shows that he already knows where he is, so there is no need to repeat. Where can the house where the plaque of "Huang Jian You Ji" be hung, besides the Golden Luan Temple?
All the players gathered around and slowly followed Vangallo's movement, they wanted to appreciate the style of the top spirits.
Van Gaal did not disappoint them either. He crossed the high threshold without any help, and whispered all the way: "The remaining dragon qi is all over here, and there is a painful roar in the rolling waves of history, It has run out of gas. It once sang and danced to peace, came to congratulate on all sides, and it once bleeds into rivers and corpses covered the ground. It stands for thousands of years and is also banned for thousands of years. "
Mr. Liang walked to Song Nuan and Song Rui, and said indifferently: "Teacher Fan is so powerful, he almost said the word" Zi Wei Gong "!"
Song Warm raised his jaw and said with pride: "He must know where this is, he just didn't say it."
Song Rui walked a few steps quickly, side by side with Van Gogh, his face turned to him, smiling and staring at his face. Van Gogh seemed to feel something, and turned his head to tickle his blushing lips.
Song Rui pressed his fist to his lips, trying to suppress the wonderful emotions that swelled inside.
He Jinglian originally hid behind Ahuo, his expressions and movements flinched a bit, but at this moment he couldn't help but leaned out of his head and silently thought: Today is really strange! There is always a bird singing in Dr. Song's heart, which is strange.
Van Gogh went straight to the throne and said slowly: "I heard the call of power and desire. It is urging me to step on. This position symbolizes the supremacy and the destiny, but in fact, it is only one. It ’s just a stool. It ’s the selfish desires and greed of human beings that give it a different meaning. Some people fight for it and some people curse it. "
Liang Lao and others have completely sighed, and these few words of the youth told everyone straightforwardly-I know that there is a dragon chair in front of me.
The scholars of the Cultural Relics Bureau have all signed confidentiality agreements. Even if they were scared just now, they never confided in the word "Ziwei Gong", so Van Gollo didn't know anything, but the facts proved what he did all know.
He stepped on the throne step by step.
Song Nuan and others shouted "Don't" in unison, but stopped in time. They realized that without complete assurance, the teacher should not be involved in danger.
The heart of the "Harry Potter Quartet" who was not shaped like a stool by this stool was tight, but he had to admit that Dr. Song's description was correct: some people were blind and even looked at the abyss in the distance No, and some people can stretch past their legs. For spirits, the gap between strength and power is not measurable with a ruler. A strong line is equivalent to reaching a different level, not to mention that Van Gogh is stronger than them. Those on the Internet who are vociferous should really come to see the scene, witnessing all this with their own eyes, they will know how easy it is to live.
Song Rui also followed Vangallo on the throne, and both were not interested in power, so they did n’t even want to experience the comfort of the dragon chair in the past. They walked back and forth on the high platform and stood side by side in the middle. position.
The feeling of being watched suddenly became very strong, and the pain of acupuncture pierced the brain again, making Song Rui's eyes flash slightly. However, in the eyes of others, he was calm and calm, and no one knew what he was bearing. A cool hand suddenly took his hand and took away the waves of tingling. He looked at the youth around him and finally chuckled uncontrollably. Today's test was as interesting as he expected.
Fangalo extended his other hand, looked into the void, and slowly spit out a sentence: "Take blood as the lead, and soul as the sacrifice, whoever I see will eventually be swallowed by me." It was spit out from his mouth, but it seemed to be mixed with a raspy, harsh, bitter female voice, swaying in layers in this empty palace, piercing everyone's eardrums.
Old Lao and Old Lu backed off again and again, almost tripping each other's hands and feet, and fell into a ball. Once again they were terribly frightened.
The people in the program group, including the well-informed psychics, also looked pale and terrified. The photographer who was responsible for shooting the Van Gogh was the most bitter. He didn't dare to go up to the throne. He could only hold the camera high and shoot under the stage. At this time, his hands were soft and he almost smashed the machine on his face.
Van Gogh opened the blindfold and pointed to a huge beam facing the throne. "The source of the curse is there. Is there a ladder? Give me a ladder."
"The source of the curse is still there?" Zhu Xiya was taken aback, because she specializes in curses, but did not find it.
Mr. Liang and Mr. Lu quickly said, "Yes, yes, in our construction shed, we will help you get it now."
The program team naturally did not let the two old men go to get heavy objects, and immediately sent two field workers to the work shed. Within a few minutes, a herringbone ladder with a height of more than ten meters stood in the hall. Van Gogh wanted to climb up, but Song Rui gently pulled his arm. He rolled the cuff higher and said warmly: "That thing has a very limited impact on me. I will go up and you'll wait." Then he quickly climbed up, and his movements were very vigorous.
Everyone looked up at him with his face up, his eyes focused one by one, his breath one by one rapid, his thoughts one by one chaotic: that is the source of the curse. puppet? bone? dagger? What happens after I get it? Will Dr. Song be corroded into a pool of blood?
If Song Rui could read the mind, he might have been ridiculed by these messy ideas at this time. He was very good at finding institutions, and it took only a few minutes to remove a metal box that was also hollowed out from the hollowed-out grid of the house beam. The side of the box facing the throne is inlaid with two black beads, which looks very gorgeous. After more than a thousand years, it has not been corroded, but there is a strange cold light everywhere.
The moment I picked up the box, Song Rui's head seemed to be scratched with a steel knife, but this pain was nothing to him at all. He just frowned slightly, and then looked down at the young man's worried and caring eyes, then he grinned and climbed down the ladder.
Fangallo had just received the metal box, and Mr. Liang took a few steps to it away. This is the thing of Ziwei Palace, in a sense it also belongs to the Bureau of Cultural Relics. But at the moment of touching it, Liang Lao screamed and collapsed to the ground, then hugged his head and shouted in pain.
The crowd spread out in horror and backed up again and again. Fan Jialuo's eyes quickly caught the falling box, and the other hand gently held Song Rui's hand, driving away the pain that could drive people crazy. Of course, the so-called "forced crazy" is only for ordinary people, and its influence on Song Rui is really limited. The curse itself cannot kill. The only thing that really kills people is the hallucinations of pain and terror. If a person is neither afraid of pain nor confused by hallucinations, then he can be immune to almost any curse.
With the mortal body against such a terrible spell, Dr. Song's uniqueness once again impressed Van Gogh.
Song Rui looked down at the young man's hand holding his wrist firmly, and the corner of his mouth secretly ticked. This climb was not in vain.
After appeasing Song Rui, Fangallo touched Liang Lao's eyebrows and rescued him from the pain of his torn soul.
"Look clearly, this thing is not something you can touch." Van Gogh slowly turned around the box, let the hollow side facing Liang Lao, so he collapsed in exasperation. But the original black ball inlaid on the wall of the box is not a gem at all, but two eyeballs wrapped in a round glass bottle!
They do not know how many years they have been stored in the temple, but they still shoot out their brilliance, as if they had just been dug out of a living body!