Neither Qin Bukong nor I spoke, but walked lightly and slowly approached the jingling ground. I handed the flashlight to Qin Bukong and asked him to help me shine the light on the ground. I squatted down and gently touched the ground with my hand.
With every sound of hitting the stone, there was a vibration on the ground under my palm, and the dust was raised with the jingling sound. It was obvious that someone was digging a hole upward from the bottom of our feet. Who are these people? Are they ordinary people digging deep holes to accumulate food, or is there someone else in the industry who knows this secret and comes to hunt for treasures?
Qin Bukong made a gesture and asked me to go to him, so I stood up and leaned over. He covered his mouth with one hand, came close to my ear and said to me, look at this, the people below are as far away from each other as possible. Here, there is probably more than two feet of distance. I nodded and told him that your beard made my ears feel uncomfortable. I asked Qin Bukong what to do now. Should he go outside to find out where he started digging the hole? Qin Bukong said that there was no need to go to such trouble. Since this man was able to dig so deep, it meant that he could not have dug here in a short time. It was very likely that we had not come in much these days, and someone took advantage of this loophole.
I asked Qin Bukong, have you never heard knocking sounds except tonight? Qin Bukong said yes, but it's also possible that firecrackers have been set off everywhere these days, so we didn't notice it. I thought it was indeed possible. In that era, everyone had a fixed pattern in their hearts. They believed that celebrating the New Year was the most joyful day of the year, so all the firecrackers that had been saved for a year were started during this time period. Exploded simultaneously.
Qin Bukong said, let's stay calm and wait here for this guy to punch through the hole, and then catch them alive.
This is indeed a good method. I believe that as long as we catch the person and use Qin Bukong's methods to force out some information, it will not be a problem. Let's just save some energy and wait for work.
So we went back to sleep confidently that night, but we still walked lightly when we left. Qin Bukong said that judging from the sound of knocking, there was only one person underneath. In this case, it was impossible for this person to go without eating and sleeping. Qin Bukong and I are both people who have broken stones, so we guessed that it would take three or four days at the earliest before this person could break through the ground.
During those three or four days, Qin Bukong and I took turns guarding the Eight Gate Formation. Until the afternoon of the fourth day, the sound of knocking stones became obviously much closer, so Qin Bukong and I stood far away. , waiting quietly. As a crisp sound of broken stones came, we knew that the other party had dug through the ground, and a burst of light came from the small hole under the ground. Then the hole became bigger and bigger as the people below kept banging on it, until the hole was big enough to accommodate a person in and out.
My heartbeat quickened, and I hid aside and watched from a distance. I saw a small head emerging from the bottom of the hole, reflecting the light. The man stretched out his upper body, holding a kerosene lamp in his hand, and looked around at the environment. When he turned his head towards us, Qin Bukong and I quickly covered our bodies behind the stone.
Then I secretly looked sideways to observe, and I saw that the man had completely emerged from the hole in the ground. The first thing he did after standing on the ground was to put his hands on his waist, and then cursed and said, "This stupid rock... So damn hard.
The voice was that of a man. When I heard this sentence, I almost laughed out loud. It seemed that this guy really spent a lot of effort to drill this hole, and he even cursed the stone. But from his simple complaint, I clearly heard a Sichuan dialect accent, but it was somewhat different from my hometown dialect, but I could basically conclude that this person was from Sichuan.
Judging from his actions and tone, he didn't seem to know that before he arrived, Qin Bukong and I had been active in this place for nearly a year and a half. Maybe he thinks that he is the first one to get here. I dodged carefully, and saw the thin man holding a kerosene lamp, starting to observe the center of the eight-door array, and also touched a few around the eight round holes on the ground. Seeing that he was getting farther and farther away from the hole he drilled, Qin Bukong suddenly reached out and patted my shoulder. I understood what he meant. He was saying that he could take action now. He was far away from the entrance of the hole and could not escape.
So Qin Bukong and I sneaked out from behind the stone and walked around behind the man. He was checking the stone pillars at the center of the formation with his arms akimbo, completely unaware of the person behind him, so I took a deep breath and jumped. I opened my arms and rushed towards the man. After he let out a cry of surprise, I threw him to the ground. I held his arms horizontally with both hands, and used both hands after falling to the ground. The ankle buckle locked the opponent's waist. He only struggled a few times, and I knew that this kid was definitely no match for me in terms of brute strength. Sure enough, he soon stopped struggling and just shouted in horror, "Who is it!" Who is there!
Qin Bukong walked up to him, picked up the kerosene lamp that fell on the ground, and then approached him. Because I could only see the back of the other person's head, I couldn't see clearly what this man looked like. On the contrary, Qin Bukong's old, bearded face, under the illumination of the kerosene lamp, looked more like a murderer's corpse. of pervert.
Qin Bukong asked coldly, who are you? How did you find this place? What are you doing here? Crossed the line, brat, you know? The other party did not answer these questions, but asked, who are you and how did you find this place? His tone was irritable, with a hint of panic. Qin Bukong clicked his tongue three times at Ganmu coiled in the distance, and Ganmu slowly swam in the direction of the man. After he found a huge snake, he began to struggle desperately, so I held my hand He also worked harder. When Ganmu swam in front of the man, he raised his snake head high, widened his mouth, protruded the snake tongue, and made a rustling sound in his throat, just like the demonstration he made when he first met me. The feeling is the same.
Qin Bukong touched Gan Mu's head, as if he was waiting for his next order. This man was threatened by a big snake and a bearded weirdo at close range, and he started howling loudly like a killing pig. Judging from his performance, this guy seemed to have never seen much of the world. I think I was also the first. The first time I saw Gan Mu, I didn't scream like this.
Qin Bukong said coldly again, I ask you one last time, who are you? If you don’t say anything, I will let my big baby suck your blood! The last sentence was vicious. It seems that if I want to pretend to be a villain or a pervert in the future, I will have to grow such a big beard first.
The man was so frightened that he stammered, "My... my name is Jiang Xuerou..."
Before he finished speaking, Qin Bukong slapped the man on the head flatly, but without force. He said viciously, "Who cares what your name is? I'm asking you, who are you!" What are you doing here! Jiang Xuerou, tell me why you, a great old man, have such a feminine name.
Jiang Xuerou replied, "I'm here to find something. Since this senior knows how to control snakes, he must be a member of my Xuanmen. We are all on the same path. If there are any misunderstandings, please tell me slowly. I really didn't mean to cross the line. I I didn’t know you had found this place in advance. Qin Bukong asked, so you are also from Xuanmen? Study something?
The man stammered, "Junior...Junior is a student." So Qin Bukong raised his chin at me across the person's face, and said in a teasing manner, "Look at your Taoist sect, what kind of messed up straw bags have come out of it." My hands and feet were straining so I couldn't speak loudly, but I couldn't help but retaliate, so I cursed at Qin Bukong, "You are a mad dog, aren't you? Why are you biting whoever you catch?"
Since Qin Bukong and I have always communicated in our native dialects, there is no barrier to each other. Except for the different tones of some words, there is no problem at all. But as soon as I said this, Jiang Xuerou actually said, "From the accent of this senior, it seems that he is from Sichuan!" I snorted and said yes, I am from Chongqing!
I also imitated Qin Bukong's fierce tone, but I found that I couldn't imitate it.
Qin Bukong then asked, you said you didn't know you had crossed the line, I believed you, but now tell me, what are you looking for here? Jiang Xuerou was stunned for a moment, and then said, Senior... whatever you are looking for, isn't that what I am looking for? Qin Bukong raised his hand to slap him on the head again. Jiang Xuerou dodged, but forgot that I had locked him. Qin Bukong asked, don't be so glib with me, tell me quickly!
Jiang Xuerou said, I am here to find the seal of the Witch King's soul, but I know it is not that easy, because the master said that if you want to find it, you must first pass the Qisha Pass, so I just came to explore. Road, so that I can return to the master's door. With my own strength, I can't even defeat you. How can I survive the Seven Evils!
Qisha Pass? What the hell is that? Could it be that there is a Qisha Pass in this eight-door formation? What if there is a Six-Six Shun and a Five-Leader behind? It would take a lifetime to deal with these. When he turned to look at Qin Bukong, he also had a look of astonishment on his face, so he asked Jiang Xuejudo, what is the Qisha Pass? Isn't there only an eight-door formation here?
Jiang Xuerou was also stunned, and then asked, what is the Eight Gate Formation?
Suddenly the scene fell into silence. It took me a long time before I asked, is the soul of the Witch King you are looking for the same thing as what I am looking for?
