The most painful thing for a person is not poverty and hurt, but the loss of memory. Facing those very familiar eyes, I felt extremely strange.
At this time, the situation above is really not optimistic. This young man who is both familiar and unfamiliar to me is about to face Zhang Sigui's increasingly powerful puppet corpse, and Zhao Si, who suddenly rises from the corpse and does not know his strength.
What must be mentioned is Zhang Sanji.
My intuition tells me that Zhang Sanju is a traitor to the Faqiu sect. He is a member of the Zhang family of the Faqiu sect. He works with overseas tomb-robbing gangs on the shoulders of lamas. In addition, Zhang Sanju wants to get the Faqiu seal so much. I can imagine the scene of living corpses fighting with people.
Ordinarily, for a sect with a history of thousands of years, the safety of the clan leader is extremely important, but the group of people below were all calm and still. When I was confused, I discovered something unusual, that is, following Zhang The hands and fingers of this wave of people from Qilin are surprisingly long.
Furthermore, their faces are as handsome as the other, as if they were all carved from the same mold. There are eight men in total, plus two women. If you don’t distinguish them carefully, you would really think that they are the same person!
I immediately snatched the flashlight from Scarface next to me. I didn't expect that this kid turned out to be Zhang Qilin's. This flashlight looks like a foreign product at first glance. It is a twist-type flashlight. The more you twist the lens, the brighter the light it emits.
At this time, I started to look up from the gap below, and saw Zhang Qilin standing next to the iron coffin and pulling on the iron chain on the coffin, as if he was checking something. But Zhang Sanju was rolling around with Zhao Si's puppet corpse. Now that I think about it, this place is more sinister than Zhuge Yan's bronze tomb. Even if there is a clone, we also know its origin, and there is also "Zhou Shan Collection". "For reference, but once someone dies in this lama's stone womb, it will become an even more powerful puppet corpse, and you still don't know why there is such a weird phenomenon. This is what makes people most worried and scared. .
Suddenly, a cold light flashed behind Zhang Qilin. He drew out a blue-gray ancient bronze knife and cut off the iron coffin's rope chain with a bang. Then he moved the blade horizontally, put his left hand on the back of the knife, and held it tightly in the tiger's mouth with his right hand. With the handle of the knife, he inserted the ancient bronze knife into the gap between the coffin body and the coffin lid with a muffled sound. Then he lifted it up suddenly, and with another bang, the coffin lid flew two or three meters away.
Good guy, I looked straight at him and thought to myself, why is this guy so powerful?
Why did he open Guo Shoujing's coffin? ! Before I had time to reason or guess, he immediately raised the ancient bronze sword and stabbed it into the coffin with a squeaking sound, and blood spattered out in an instant.
Not far away, Zhao Si seemed to be getting more aggressive. He pressed Zhang San's arms into the water, and a series of bubbles popped up from time to time.
Zhang Qilin didn't seem to care at all. He turned around and came to the iron cage above our heads. He jumped on it nimbly and smashed Chi You's head in the crystal with his knife, because the crystal was transparent. , so what I looked down at was extremely frightening. The crystal suffered such a blow and cracked one after another, but luckily it was surrounded by an iron cage.
He did a somersault and landed, waving his hand to the scarred face inside. Before I could turn my head, an arrow flew past my ears and penetrated Zhao Si's head in the water.
Zhang Qilin looked at Zhang Sanju in the water and said, "Let's go."
This was the first time I heard him speak. His voice was young, but his tone was very steady.
Zhang Sanzhi exhaled in embarrassment, then clasped his hands into fists and said, "Thank you, Master."
After Zhang Sanju and Zhang Qilin came down, a woman from the Zhang family pressed down the arm of a lamp holder below, and the iron cage platform above us lowered again.
This is the underground tombs of Yuangu capital, with three floors in total. But I always feel that the tomb in front of me is not like a tomb, but like the bedroom of an ancient palace. It can be seen from the calligraphy and painting on the wall and the gold and silver porcelain. , I didn’t see a coffin at all.
But I suddenly had the urge to cry. In fact, I really wanted to go up and grab Zhang Sanzhi’s collar and ask where my grandma’s ashes were. Why the hell did you say my grandma is my wife? Don't be cowardly anymore... I'm afraid of this or that, this feeling of suffocation is really too uncomfortable.
Now Zhang Qilin has my memory in his hand, that book "Thirty-Six Tomb Robbers"... I am so afraid to touch it, I can't remember anything, what the hell am I!
My legs were trembling and my head was dizzy. I started to walk down the three-meter-high steps, one foot was light and the other was heavy. My ears were ringing and buzzing. I don’t know why. , I was so helpless, I felt like I was about to die, and I didn’t want to live any longer...
Just as I was in a trance, I sprained my feet, and then rolled down. The edge of the step cut my arm, and a sharp pain penetrated my heart. When I landed on the ground, I rolled twice more, and suddenly there was a wave of pain. Emotions of powerlessness, fear, fatigue and anger rushed to the top of my head. I could no longer hold back my tears. I burst into tears and slammed my fists on the ground as hard as I could...
What is shouted the most is why? Why, who can tell me why!
My crying suddenly silenced the entire space. Everyone was shocked by my move. Snowflakes started to fall in front of my eyes as I cried, and I slowly fainted.
When I woke up, I was on a couch. Although the golden silk bedding was very soft, it still smelled like death, and the smell was a bit rancid. The couch was in the inner room, separated from the outer room by a thick emerald curtain.
On the edge of the cave, a woman with very slender fingers was peeling an egg with nails like peach petals. She gently opened a gap with her thumb, and the other four fingers quickly peeled off the skin, and the egg turned in her hand. In one circle, all the egg skin has fallen off.
What a unique skill, I almost didn't see her movements clearly. It is rumored that Faqiu Zhonglang will have a pair of probing fingers, which can crack the mechanism dexterously and changeably. People in the Zhang family have Faqiu probing fingers. Why don't people outside the Zhang family like this one with three arms and four ghosts?
This woman had thin eyebrows, big eyes and pointed chin. She was very delicate. She was very sensitive. When she saw me opening my eyes to look at her, she smiled at me and said, "Are you feeling better?"
I hummed, and asked her how long I had slept, and she said about six hours. I just remembered that she pressed me down with her slender fingers. It looked very thin, but she was very strong.
"My brother wants you to have a good rest. We will stay here for ten hours while they decipher something." She said.
Decipher? I wondered: "Decipher what?"
She laughed awkwardly and said, "Decipher your instant noodles."
My instant noodles? Oh, I remembered, it was the thing in the instant noodle bag that Zhao Si gave me before he died, a black jade seal.
I suddenly thought that just now I was rolling on the ground and crying and losing my price in front of women. I pursed my lips, made a helpless expression, rolled my eyes, and said: "Just now... you know, an unreasonable ghost haunted me. body, so I... couldn't control it..." I pulled out a very forced smile.
She turned her face and smoothed her hair, moved her eyes away from my face, and whispered, "Oh, I understand."
She hummed twice, as if she was clearing her throat, then looked at me and said, "Come on, eat eggs. You probably haven't eaten for a long time."
Looking at the eggs, they are crystal clear and tender, but I think it has been almost four or five days since I was buried. Can I still eat these eggs? If I am not strangled to death by the rice dumplings, it will be a joke if I get food poisoning. For this little sister For the sake of her health, I kindly reminded her and said: "Um...you have had these eggs for several days. Let me tell you, my grandma used to boil eggs at home. Well, after these eggs are cooked, they can be put Three days, and it can only be kept in the refrigerator for four or five days, otherwise eating stale eggs will spoil your stomach."
She frowned slightly, "Oh, that's it, it's okay, we still have canned beef." She put the eggs into the porcelain bowl on the nanmu table, got up and went outside to get the canned food.
As soon as she left, I suddenly felt that there were many questions that I still hadn't figured out. First of all, I didn't know her name, and why did Zhang Qilin want to find me? What the hell is going on with my grandma being my wife? Maybe everyone knows it except me.
The emerald curtain was opened, and she walked to the couch with two boxes of canned beef, looked at me, and said to the outside: "His face looks okay."
"Who?" I asked.
She sat down and said, "Who else can it be? My brother. Come on, eat canned food. I'll give you half of it while I lose weight."
My heart says that if you don’t diet, as long as you go to the grave, you will definitely lose ten pounds, and a fat dragon will become a thin dragon. After not seeing each other for a few days, I really miss Fei Long.
I took the can with a smile, suppressed my hunger, and said, "Hello, nice to meet you. What's your name?"
She rolled her eyes and said, "Oh, just call me Zhang San crazy, hehe."
What? ! What kind of joke is this girl? She was just teasing me. Feilong said I was twenty because I looked like I was twenty. If I were really Guo Zan, then I would be seventy-two years old this year. , but I think there must be a misunderstanding. Looking at her age, it is normal for her to be troubled, which proves that she is really young.
She smiled and saw that I was dazed, and then she said with a sigh: "You can just call me Zhang Bailing. The person outside is my sister Zhang Baihe, and my two brothers are also from the Baizi generation."
I yelled, raised my eyebrows and said, "Isn't that a bad job? Why do you think the head of the Zhang family is called brother?"
Bai Ling pursed his lips and said, "It's a long story. Every generation of Zhang family heads comes from the Kunlun Mountains. They don't participate in our generation. They only have one name, Zhang Qilin."
"Kunlun Mountain..." I muttered.
I then thought about Zhang Sanju. What happened to this guy with three arms? Could it be a genetic mutation?
Then I posed this question to Bai Ling.
