There was a click, and it still felt like hitting the skin of the watermelon, but because of the force, I hit the vajra prong inserted into its eyes directly. With this cut, the roar of the mandrill suddenly stopped, and the sound echoed in the mountain forest, gradually weakening from strong to weak. After being hit by my knife, it seemed to be fatal, and gradually lowered its hands, and then fell to the ground. on the ground.
I didn't let it go. Even if it fell to the ground motionless, I still slashed at its head one after another like crazy. While slashing, I roared loudly, as if this crazy scream could give me enough food. the power of. After dozens of chops, the black smoke on Mandrill's body began to gradually fade and then dissipated, leaving only a black powdery mark on the ground. At this time, Songzi also walked over, He comforted me with soft words, and then slowly took my hand and told me not to chop anymore, that everything was over.
I finally regained my composure and found that the scimitar in my hand had been cut with several nicks on the blade. Just now, I had hit the Vajra Prong with almost every blow. Only then did I realize that the Vajra Prong was bent because of the bend. The knife's slashing had already created many thin grooves, which were shining brightly. The vajra prong pierced an oval-shaped wooden board. The wooden board looked very similar to the texture of gloomy wood. When I picked it up, I saw that it was the face of the "drill" I saw before, but now it had no eyes. It's just a mask made of a piece of wood.
Due to the many cuts I had just made, the mask had been cut to pieces. There were sawdust everywhere on the ground, so I thought that the one who really controlled the "mandrill" should be this wooden mask. If the prediction was correct, this mask should be the thing of the Witch King back then, because judging from the appearance and the weird pattern , is indeed something used by ethnic minorities.
Only then did I calm down, but my hand was holding the scimitar too hard, so that when I loosened the knuckles of my fingers, they already felt overly tight. I pulled out the vajra prong from the eye socket of the mask, then stood up and kicked the mask to pieces. After this kick, I realized that my whole body was sore and limp. I lost my balance and fell to the ground. When I looked up, I saw Songzi pulling me up. Not far away from Gan Mu's body, Qin Bukong was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes full of sadness, staring at Gan Mu's body in a daze.
I held back, struggled and walked towards Qin Bukong, then kicked him on the shoulder and knocked him to the ground. Then I rushed forward and grabbed his clothes, shook him hard, and yelled, "You old beast!" What did you just do! Do you know that Gan Mu died because he saved you? Good for you! Why are you enjoying yourself under that tree?
The more I spoke, the angrier I became. I grabbed Qin Bukong's clothes and threw him to the ground. Just when I was about to punch him, I suddenly saw tears shining with sadness in his eyes.
At that moment, I really softened my heart. Gan Mu and Qin Bukong have been together for so many years. In terms of their relationship, it is natural that they are many times deeper. And Qin Bukong has been alone for many years, and the only one who has never left him is , there is only this big snake that cannot speak, but is extremely humane. So all this is not the result that Qin Bukong wanted. I may be the most angry person about Gan Mu's death, but the most sad person is Qin Bukong.
Qin Bukong looked up at me, and I stopped raising my fist. His eyes were full of sorrow, which was difficult to detect on his old face with most of his face covered by a beard. These subtle emotions, but at that time, Qin Bukong's eyes seemed to be telling me that he could not forgive himself, and he even hoped that I would punch him hard.
Suddenly, sadness came to my head and my eyes became blurry again. I put down the hand that raised my fist, and also let go of the hand holding Qin Bukong's clothes. I sat down on the ground slumped, and Qin Bukong hugged each other and cried in unison.
I don’t remember how long I cried. I just remember that when we calmed down and planned to bury Gan Mu’s body, it was already dark. Snakes are animals in nature. Unlike humans, some of us know how to find a blessed place for ourselves before we die so that we can use it after our death. However, snakes in nature usually rot and degrade wherever they die. Perhaps this was fate. Ganmu died under such circumstances, so we chose to dig a long, shallow pit on the spot and bury Ganmu's body in it. Each of us silently held a pile of soil in our hands and sealed the grave. There is no tombstone, and I don’t plan to worship again in the future. But after sealing the earth, Qin Bukong picked a long wooden stick from the Witch King mask that I crushed, inserted it on the tomb, and then hung it on the wooden stick. Got a Gu Bell.
It was getting late, and I was feeling sad, not to mention that I was seriously injured, so we didn’t have any extra experience to dig out the stone box, so Songzi suggested that we take turns at the pavilion stone monument in Boyatai tonight. Take a rest overnight and wait until early tomorrow morning to dig again. Finding the way out of the woods at night originally seemed to me to be a relatively difficult task, but strangely enough, since we eliminated the "mandrill", the forest in front of us has become less difficult to tell the direction. Songzi has been helping me Holding me while still leading the way, he led us out of the woods.
That night we were on the small pavilion in Boyatai, looking at the river on the left and the lake on the right. Thinking about it, it turns out that it is all water, but the moon is reflected in the lake, but not in the center of the river. And this Boyatai was originally a freehand tribute to a pair of close friends. Now that Gan Mu is dead, perhaps Qin Bukong and I have discovered whether this silent and dumb beast who has been by our side all the time is also the right person at this moment. Is it our soulmate, but we can’t find it anymore?
It was said that we took turns to rest, but that night, none of us slept.
The next morning, everyone still couldn't get out of the gloomy mood. Perhaps the one who blamed himself the most was Qin Bukong himself. It was originally his idea to bring Gan Mu out this time. Gan Mu's death was also related to Qin Bukong has the most direct relationship. But I have never asked Qin Bukong. When we found him, he looked like he was enjoying himself in a daze, what exactly he was going through at that moment. In fact, even if he didn't tell me, I could roughly guess that it must have been when the beehive fell down. Mandrill deliberately used this trick to scatter the three of us, and Qin Bukong might have been escaping from the wild bee. After the chase, he encountered me or Songzi disguised as "Miao". He couldn't tell the difference for a while, so he followed the other person's way, so that he walked further and further away. In the end, his spirit directly entered the other person, which made him trance. In a world where we can’t tell the difference between true and false, he can’t hear our screams at all.
Songzi and I were luckier. We just noticed that we were earlier than Qin Bukong. Otherwise, we might be in the same situation, and this team would be self-defeating. When I thought about this, I felt that I couldn't blame Qin Bukong too much. After all, the outcome of all this was something he didn't want. Moreover, from the time Gan Mu died until now, Qin Bukong's mood has been very depressed. He has not said a word and has not even drank a sip of water.
So when we were digging the box, Songzi and I took turns digging, leaving Qin Bukong to rest on the side. Qin Bukong never glanced at the place where we were digging. Instead, he kept leaning on the tree, staring blankly at the little bit of the river that could be seen through some gaps in the distance. Maybe the rapid flow of the river was causing It’s not my place to ask him what he is thinking about. For a person who has been severely traumatized, the best way to heal is to be quiet.
After working for almost a whole morning, we finally dug out the stone box from the ground in the circular open space. The shape of the box was exactly the same as the one we found before, except that this one seemed to have a drier skin. I don't think it was buried underground. Thousands of years old. After opening the box, we took out the wax-skin beads as usual. The buzzing feeling seemed to announce our victory, but after losing a comrade, what is the meaning of such a victory? At the bottom of the box, there is a wood-carved ring. Its texture still seems to be that kind of gloomy wood that has not decayed for thousands of years. The ring is like a key chain, with one side carved with a hand-held... The grooves of the fingers that hold it, and the other side is wearing eight long and curved things that look like the nails of some large animal.
Songzi said, if he guessed correctly, these should be the nails of the big crocodile. Unlike other animals, this kind of nails is not a thin layer, but conical and solid. Presumably the crocodile's claws are also the same. It's an important weapon in attack. I took the ring in my hand and shook it, and found that it did not shake due to my shaking. It was more like using some kind of carpentry technique to weld my nails on the wooden ring. There were finger marks when I held it. On that side, it even feels like a rather peculiar weapon.
On the inside of the wooden ring, there are carved symbols that look like characters. Like Chinese characters, they are all adjacent to each other. There are eight such characters in total, but I don't recognize these characters at all. They are crooked, some resemble earthworms, and some resemble small snakes. They may be a kind of hieroglyphics similar to ancient Chinese ones.
Because I couldn't understand it, I didn't study it in depth for the time being. I planned to take it back and study it carefully. After checking the box and finding that nothing was missing, Songzi and I re-buried the stone box, and then called Qin Bukong, who was in a daze, and prepared to go home.
