Chapter 33:

Sheng Lingyuan thought: It must be the reason for this body.
It may have been destroyed by the Akabuchi fire, but later I did not know who was picked up. After thousands of years, it was ruined ... or it may not have been a good thing by birth.
The man covered his skin with uneasiness. The chest seemed to be leaking, and the blood was pouring out, taking away the rare body temperature. When he touched the palm of his hand, it became cold again. He felt that his heart and lungs were empty and fluttering, and his limbs were sinking.
The surrounding image was separated from him, and the headaches familiar during his lifetime came back, and he began to entangle him endlessly.
Sheng Lingyuan's knees softened, and he knelt beside the bronze coffin, his vision blurred, and Alozin's face blurred.
The cool and moist atmosphere on the coffin through the broken robes woven by the flowers and deaths of life and death made him vaguely yearn.
"Hey, you ..." Xuan Yuan was startled, first walking towards him subconsciously.
Moved out in two steps, he came back and spurned himself severely: What am I doing? Am I going to change my family name to Dong Guo?
If the ancient tyrannosaurus summoned by these gloomy sacrifice could be buried in a coffin, wouldn't the world be peaceful?
His conscience and the "abacus" were fighting against each other. His inner drama was twists and turns, but his two legs seemed like a pair of impatients. He could not wait for the "superior leader" to give clear instructions, and moved to Sheng Lingyuan on his own initiative.
Sheng Lingyuan's ears hummed. For a moment, he looked like he had completely lost consciousness, his eyes were difficult to focus, and he was scattered in the void. From Xuanyuan's point of view, he could only see his long hair snoring with blood, and it was impossible to speculate that he had a lot of money under his skin.
"This hair can't be washed for two hours at a time?" Xuan Yuan walked away without a trace.
Sheng Lingyuan was coughed by his own blood, and he even suppressed the coughing sound, holding his breath, afraid of being shocked.
Xuan Yuan meal.
By the way, this is a person who has breathing and body temperature ... just let it be a person.
He finally sighed—no way, the moral education work of contemporary civilization is too in place, even though the big devil almost bound him to a book with the scammer just now, throwing a big living person into the grave, and Xuan could not do it. .
"I'm definitely an injustice." Xuan Ye took his phone out of his arms, raised the front-facing camera, and took a picture of himself and His Majesty Wu Di. "Here is someone who vomited blood for unknown reasons. I am so far away from him. I have nothing to do here. I took a video to prove that I was purely helpful ... Well, this year, good people are hard to do, and they are afraid of touching porcelain ... Hey, there is a signal again ? "
The voice faded, and Ping Qianru's phone call came in: "Xuan ... Dou ... We and ... 'Fengshenyi' ... Dou ..."
"Unintelligible, don't say anything, I'm underground, the signal isn't working." Xuan Yuan retracted his hand into his tattered sleeves, raised Sheng Lingyuan across his clothes, so as not to touch his blood-to avoid another forced connection "Bluetooth" accident, "I'll find my way ..."
Before I could finish speaking, suddenly, there was a loud noise on the phone.
Ping Qian sighed, "Hurry ... Beep--"
The phone was disconnected.
"Fengshenyi" was originally the No. 1 field elite of the Foreign Control Bureau.
After the three of them got off the plane, they went straight to the position of Luo Cuicuifa. On the road, Xiao Zheng has called to explain the situation: a local folk special organization—a group of people headed by Yue Degong, for the sake of profit, frantically cursed himself to break, and the trouble was also related to the gloomy sacrifice.
The person in charge of the aftercare department is with a suspect, and the place should be the tomb where the princes of Yuede obtained the mantra.
The captain's surname is Wang, with ape back, wide shoulders, and a bald head. At first glance, the word "old men" can immediately appear in my heart, and the whole person is permeated with a cross-country temperament: "There are four apprentices in Yuedegong, and they are not very visible now. In this generation, we obtained several of the important people and their families ’motor vehicles. We read driving records, cross-referenced, and roughly circled the location of the ancient tombs. It should be in the 'Dongbiquan' mountain area, just after the aftermath. The positioning sent by Ke coincides ... strange, how did they know? "
"They have a college police dog out there." Xiao Zheng said on the phone, and then said, "Xuan Ye of the aftermath, you know him before. He couldn't reach the phone, and tried to contact him."
"It's been a long time," Wang said, holding his cigarette, and a word burst out from the big white shark-like teeth. "I heard that this boy was lacking in virtue and smoking. I want to talk to him for a long time."
"You're on someone else's ground now, be careful."
"Who are we afraid of? Mountain is here, Lao Tzu is here, old rabbit dare to bomb us into the sky?" The Kings stepped on the throttle with one kick, "Let ’s see ..."
"Don't leave the captain! The high-speed exit has opened again!"
Luo Cuicuifa's positioning is a very remote place. Captain Wang looks like a reliable man. No one knows that he can't find North in private. The whole earth is a maze for him.
After eight laps between the expressway and Panshan Road, the sun went down before he broke through the "difficult obstacles" and got together with the aftermath.
"It's late! Sorry, it's too hard to find. There are usually unknown magnetic fields around the tombs of this deity, which interfere with navigation." Why is there another wounded person? "
Yang Chao was paralyzed on the ground with tears on his face, still twitching in that breath. Since he arrived in this mountainous area, he has been crying inexplicably like a ghost, and tears cannot stop at all , This will already have no strength to speak.
"I don't know, that's all of a sudden," Luo Cuicui said anxiously. "Maybe the pressure for postgraduate entrance examination is too great."
Kings: "..."
I heard that the children of the aftermath were so illustrious, and it really deserved its reputation.
"Kings, this place is not right." A female member of Fengshenyi stepped forward, her eyes were large, and her eyes glowed like a cat in the darkness.
"how?"
"Look at that mountain." The female team member pointed away.
Here was Dongchuan, the source of peach blossoms dreamed by Emperor Wu Di. Later, despite numerous baptisms of war and thousands of years of geological changes, the climate has changed greatly, but the natural environment is still very good. Although it is already late autumn and early winter, the temperature is still very comfortable, and the mountains near and far are lush.
The night cooled down, and when the water vapor exhaled from the plants was cold, a mist like Bai Lian floated around the mountain, flowing slowly.
"Indeed ... it's wrong." The Wang squinted his eyes in the direction of her fingers. After a while, he spit out a ring of smoke.
The mountain is too clean and there is no fog.
"There is something buried under the mountain, but I don't feel what it is," said the female team member. When she saw Luo Cuicui looking at her curiously, she introduced herself very politely. To see through— "
Lao Luo listened, and Hua Rong suddenly lost her color. She hurriedly pinched her legs and covered her key parts.
Gu Yuexi: "... you can only see it when you want to see it. It is not a ct machine or a female hooligan. Thank you."
A group of people came to the foot of the fog-free mountain, and Luo Cuicui suddenly made a shock and said, "These trees are fake!"
The king team heard the sound, broke open a leaf, stuffed it into their mouths, and chewed it twice. "Bang" spit on the ground: "Illusion, the tree on the mountain is paper-making. I heard that the old rabbit family ancestor of Yuede was helping out. Yes, there will be many such useless illusions. "
No wonder there is no fog, the paper-tipped tree will not breathe!
"Wang, this is a stone road with heavy artificial traces."
It seems that the right place was not found, while the Wang team ordered Ping Qianru to pay attention to contact Xuan Ye at any time, and walked along the stone path.
Just after a few of them disappeared into the woods, several black cars stopped at the foot of the mountain, and a group of people quietly got out of the car, led by an old man, wearing a dark gray Chinese costume, raising their hands one by one Cast enough, exactly like the one according to the prince Yuede
"Master instructed me to deal with it properly," said the old man, Shen Sheng. "Destroy the mouth and burn the mountain. Make sure the witnesses and physical evidence are not there. Do you understand me?"
Several apprentices carried out a few mouthfuls of boxes from the trunk of the car. The contents inside were like the larger heavy machine / gun, but it wasn't a closer look. The "gun / mouth" was as large as a bowl, engraved Complicated mantras flashing cold streamers in the moonlight.
The old man in the Tang suit waved his hand, and his men carried weapons into the dense forest.
There are a few cottages deep in the paper grove.
"It's not deserted," the Kings wiped a hand on the table. "I just fell on a thin layer of ash. Someone should have lived here a while ago. It's emptied. The old things are cunning ... Don't you, kid? Sit by the well and fall down again later. "
There was a well in the courtyard, and Yang Chao, who was drawn together, could not walk, and sat on the edge of the well. Hearing the king ’s command, he looked up in horror, with a snot like his face, and when he was about to wipe the tissue from his pocket, he accidentally brought something out. E-cigarette.
Yang Chao hurriedly reached out to fish, but he cried all the way up the mountain. The man was too empty. He lost his balance for a while and planted his head down.
Kings: "..."
"You have nothing to do with him!" Ping Qianru rushed over. Unexpectedly, at this moment, her phone call to Xuan Ye was suddenly connected. Ping Qianru said to Xuan Ye while looking into the well, "Xuan Ye Director, we are with colleagues of Fengshenyi. We should be near you, but there is an accident now-Xiao Yang! "
There was still water in the well. Yang Chao was struggling violently in it. The Wang team came over: "It's okay, rest assured, I'm a special water system. Let me let you ... what's wrong with you?"
Ping Qianru held the phone and the whole person froze there.
With the puzzled eyes of the Kings, she slowly put down the phone and pressed the speakerphone-Xuan Ye's voice was not heard on the phone, only the noise, listen carefully, it was crying, faint, more than one person ... ...
At this moment, Yang Chao, who was desperately flopping in the well, did not know what he had encountered. Using the axis of the wellhead as a line, the ground suddenly cracked to the sides.
Ping Qianru: "Hurry away!"
The King team almost did not stand still: "Comrade Police Dog, what have you encountered ?!"
Immediately afterwards, the whole mountain shook, all the paper-capped vegetation on the mountain rang, 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. Then, the boulder on the top of the altar rolled down and smashed directly at the two people next to the coffin.
Xuan Yuan pulled Sheng Lingyuan aside, and the drowsy Sheng Lingyuan was almost scratched by his claws-this unkind thing dragged his hair!
Before His Majesty had time to sing, the entire altar began to collapse, the boulder smashed down one after another, and hit Alofin's half-closed bronze coffin.
A huge water splash aroused in the pond, and then the pond rushed up, and even the coffin rushed down.
This is really a lack of virtue-the stone platform is full of Sheng Lingyuan's blood, let the water flush, pour them both heads and face.
For a while, the chaotic minds exploded in each other's ears.
Sheng Lingyuan stumbled to hear Xuan Yuan's swearing swear words, but fortunately, the words were relatively trendy. In ancient times, it sounded like a mosaic.
The severe pain in Sheng Lingyuan's chest and temples also passed on to Xuan Yuan at the same time.
Xuan Yuan was caught off guard, his teeth were not bitten, and he almost choked to death in the water.
Tan Shui was rushing them in one direction, Xuan Yan's teeth grinned to maintain balance, grabbed Sheng Lingyuan who was going to sink with the coffin, and said, "Is this old ghost a weigher? How can he sink?"
But then, he saw Sheng Lingyuan's indifferent face.
If it wasn't for the other person's blood, and shared Sheng Lingyuan's feelings at this time, Xuan Ye would almost feel that this person had no pain.
Then he heard distant and fuzzy singing.
It seemed that he had heard from the memories of Alojin and Sheng Lingyuan ... nursery rhymes of the witch tribe.
The song sings back and forth, swaying, and flows with the huge vortex in the pond.
Suddenly, Xuanyuan remembered the wild history of Emperor Wudi that he had read. The cover design of the book was not good enough, and it was not attractive. He remembered that he stopped and opened it because of the copy of the book.
That copy says:
When you are in a siege in your life, can anyone give you a back?
At the end of the day, can someone let you trust your wife or lonely?
Can anyone give you a heater when everything is over?
When the festival and the palace feast are over ...
Except for the wall-mounted lanterns and jackdaw, can anyone share a pot of wine with you?
They didn't know where they were washed by the water. With thousands of bones, countless mirrored flowers and water butterflies struggled in the water, emitting small fluorescence, and slowly extinguished.
Like the stars that are gradually silent at dawn.
Then "Wow," Xuan Yuan's back bumped into the mountain rock, he clasped the raised stone with one hand, and earned the water.
He saw the moonlight.
Sealed for thousands of years, the altar of the Witch tribe was knocked open by the elbow of Yang Chao, who did not know whether his luck was particularly good or bad, and slowly floated to the earth.
The author has something to say: I was delayed today, sorry. These two days have been too busy