Chapter 36: Mountain river cone

Xiao Xiaoyan made a "quack", it suddenly stretched out the pointed phalanx, poked gently on Zhao Yunlan's side face, then pointed at the wall not far away, and quacked again.
云 Zhao Yunlan raised the flashlight, followed the finger of the small bone, and found a line of text there.
"Well, you don't have eyes or pearls, and your eyes are good ... it's Hangar language." Zhao Yunlan got closer and touched it gently. "No ... strictly speaking, the Hangar people don't have their own words. It's a special spell. "
Xiao Xiaoyan: "Quack."
"Don't ask me, I'm not Kingsoft PowerWord, the ghost knows what that means." Zhao Yunlan got closer and said to himself, "But I know that in the Hanka culture, the rounded lines represent Things that are gentle and calm, and the sharp, angular and angular symbols are generally very bad. For example, the one with a confined soul is a triangular array, such as the octagon that I haven't had time to study ... "
Hitting his fingers, he found an octagonal symbol at the end.
"Well, this is it," Zhao Yunlan said calmly, "Very good, this time the thriller is coming."
When his voice faded, he heard a loud noise, and the whole cave shook. Zhao Yunlan nearly fell, Xiaoyan grabbed his collar, and his slender hand bones entangled Zhao Yunlan's hair. "Ga When he got up, Zhao Yunlan narrowed his eyes and saw a fire dragon screaming from the road. He supported the wall with one hand and held the cricket with one hand. His face was red with the light of the fire.
The fluttering flames reflected in his dark pupils, somehow scorching cold. Zhao Yunlan patted the head of Xiao Yan who was desperately digging into his arms: "Don't pick up my clothes. Come to my watch if you are afraid."
Xiao Yan didn't say a word. He forgot the task the master had told him, and he immediately acknowledged it, turned into a mist, and got into his dial. Almost the next moment, the flame that swept over swallowed the inevitable Zhao Yun. Lan.
云 Zhao Yunlan has already grasped a charm in his hands, but in the face of such an open flame, the charm is not in use, and he does not feel hot.
Zhao Yunlan froze for a moment, then put away the yellow paper charms in a hurry, looked up in the height of a person's fire, his eyes were full of beating flames, and he came to sweep the whole cave aggressively, here As soon as the flames that could not be touched disappeared, the mud carved on the wall with the octagonal logo fell off by itself.
He moved in his heart, caught it with his hands, and found an empty cigarette case from his pocket, and put it in his pocket.
Subsequently, the large wall on the earth wall peeled off, Zhao Yunlan reached out and pulled it, and by flashlight, he saw a faint mural on the earth wall.
Probably because of the age, what has been painted on it is already rotten, and the way of expression is also very streamlined. East one scratches his head and west sticks. Perhaps an archeologist can see that anyway, Zhao Yunlan is lying on it to study For a long time, myopia was glaring out, and still didn't understand what was said above.
He quickly lost interest in this, and continued to walk forward. Suddenly, Zhao Yunlan stepped back and remembered something. He turned away from the five steps and stood a little farther to observe the mural carefully. Swipe across the top, then tilt up forty-five degrees, three o'clock, and forty-five degrees down ...
He found a huge octagon on the mural, and every point corresponding to it has a very small octagonal mark.
Zhao Yunlan looked at the huge octagon hidden in the painting, felt it in his arms, and found a wallet from the inner pocket of his coat. He found it from a pile of loose change, bank cards and invoices. A crumpled sheet of paper has been yellowed, curled, and has a jagged edge-like it was torn from an old book.
That is the page about "Robra forbidden art" in "Pu Xie Pu". He has been with him all the time, but for some reason, he did not show it to Chu Shuzhi.
I saw a monster with a blue-faced fangs painted on it, with six arms, but only one leg, pointing to the location of the anise. The monster's eyebrows stood up, his mouth opened with anger, his mouth contained a small hill, and at the left chest, there was an obvious dark octagonal sign.
"The mountain is in your mouth, this thing is in your heart ..." Zhao Yunlan groaned, and patted the large map he was carrying on the wall.
Zhao Yunlan pasted the page with the monster on the map, then slowly turned the map, moved the south direction to the top, and then used his nails to draw a line on the paper to place the mountain in the monster's mouth on the map. Connected to the octagon of the left chest, extending to each side ... his fingers landed in the most concave part of the valley.
The fires in the valley, the bones on the hills, and even the sorcery of this long-dead nation seem to hide deeper secrets.
Why did Wang Zheng suddenly leave his companion and ran here alone?
为什么 Why is she so attached to her dead body that has been buried for hundreds of years?
云 Zhao Yunlan started to have an ominous premonition-to find Wang Zheng, be sure to shut her in a small black house for a month. I have never seen anyone rushing to death, this girl!
云 Zhao Yunlan entered the cave along the way, the cave became narrower and narrower, so that he could hardly lift his head, until he felt that his cervical spondylosis was about to be committed, this finally came to an end.
At the end of the cymbal was another door. On the mottled door was the monster with six hands and one leg, exactly like the one in the book he carried.
I just looked terrified.
Zhao Yunlan reached out his hand slowly, only when the palm touched the door, his chest was dull, but he still opened the door without hesitation, and found himself standing on the half waist of the mountain, and the mystery was at his feet Valley.
He suddenly felt like standing in the middle of the rough sea. The thick sea water squeezed his chest during the impact, making him almost out of breath.
The sky was bright, but the clouds could not see through the sun, and Zhao Yunlan stood there for a while, then he walked forward.
Stepping on the first step seemed to touch something.
There was a silent sigh in the depths of the earth, just like a wave of water, spreading from circle to circle from the back hills of the Hanga tribe.
有 There is something in this valley, something ... terrible.
Zhao Yunlan walked towards the valley. He felt that the air was getting thinner and thinner, and the feeling of being oppressed on his chest became stronger and stronger. The temple seemed to be pinched by something. Only he could hear the sound of the rapid pulse. The vision in front of him had begun to darken, Zhao Yunlan slowly adjusted his breathing-too intense breathing would be exhausting.
He stunned his palms, and there was a strange intuition in his heart—if there was something that made Wang Zheng into a ghost and he never missed it, then it must not be her corpse that had long since become a bone, but this.
The small uncle who had penetrated into his watch suddenly came up with a head, and his jawbone was "gala gala", and I didn't know what to say, but it was obviously a coward, and he wanted to stop Zhao Yunlan, and did not dare to stop him. Come out of the table.
Zhao Yunlan pressed it into his dial with a slap, and his expression continued to move forward with great pressure under the solemn pressure. He took three yellow paper charms from his arms. These three are different from each other. In each corner, there is a small character called "Soul Calming" written by cinnabar. If the black cat is also here, it will recognize it. This is the legendary Soul Calming Order.
I didn't see any action from him. Every time Zhao Yunlan took three steps, a soul-warming order in his hand spontaneously ignited. When the last one was burned out, three whips came from the air. A short whip appeared in Zhao Yunlan's hand. The whip tip stretched all the way, as if there was life, dragging him forward ... until he saw a white shadow that was about to melt in the broad daylight.
Zhao Yunlan's face sank, her wrists were shaken with a whip, and her long whip was rolled sharply, and she directly rolled Bai Ying into the volley. Wang Zheng's plastic body had no idea where she had gone, and her soul was already weak. He still kept his eyes open and looked at him with a calm, almost converted look like a dying person.
"What a fuck, I think you're crazy." Zhao Yunlan dragged her with an ugly expression, scolding Wang Zheng into the watch for a moment, at this moment, he felt his heart was hurting fast Exploded, "This ghost place."
云 Zhao Yunlan caught Wang Zheng and immediately planned to leave, but at this moment, there seemed to be something attracted to him, which made him can't help raising his head and glanced in the direction where Wang Zhengfang was standing.
I saw that it was a huge stele, tens of meters high, and almost looked like it stood from the bottom up. It is black all over, thick and thin, like a huge wedge, nailed into the ground deadly, and below it is a circle of broken artificial altars. The stone on the altar was engraved with mantras of the Hanga people, perhaps some kind of sacrifice, and below it was an enshrine table with a table full of sacrifices.
Just when Zhao Yunlan's eyes were facing the huge stone, countless faces suddenly appeared on the huge stone, each of them was sorrowful and painful, and the deafening scream pierced into his ear. It was thousands. The loudest voice that humans can yell at the same time.
Zhao Yunlan just felt like he was hit by a big stone as a chest, and a "hum" sound in his head. The severe pain instantly spread throughout his body. He lowered his head and vomited a blood, trying to stop, but he couldn't feel it in the severe pain for a while. His limbs and knees were soft and fell backwards.
For a few seconds, Zhao Yunlan couldn't hear or see, and his chest twitched violently, and then almost numb in the bursts of tinnitus.
I couldn't faint here anymore, he thought like this, and decisively touched the knife hidden in the trouser tube with his blood-stained hand, and raised his hand to poke his own palm.
The knife in his hand was caught by an icy hand, and Zhao Yunlan was pulled into his arms from behind by someone. Then, he smelled a familiar smell in the smell—the coldness from the end of Huang Quan. Fragrant.
Hey ... Soul Slayer?
云 Zhao Yunlan's knife "呛 啷" fell to the ground, then he felt a little loose and completely fainted.