An accident occurred during the demolition process, and Chairman Zeng and his girlfriend of Haonan Group were buried alive. It is reported that……"
In a certain meditation room in Tianxu Temple, the female host was reporting in detail on recent current affairs.
While Najiezi watched the news on TV, his hand holding the bowl froze.
It took him a long time before he took out his mobile phone and broadcast the call.
"I'm sorry, you dialed... beep..."
Before the voice prompt had finished, he hung up the phone and called another number, which was quickly connected.
"Liang Shangjun, what happened to them?"
Before he could ask, Liang Shangjun on the opposite side quickly returned: "I have been digging with my brothers for two days, but I haven't found even a hair, and the search and rescue team hasn't found anyone either."
"what is going on?!"
Na meson's voice suddenly became three times louder than usual.
Liang Shangjun also shouted angrily: "I'm already looking for you!! I'll tell you when I have news."
After yelling, he hung up the phone without waiting for Najiezi to answer.
Najiezi, on the other hand, was pacing back and forth irritably while holding his hung up cell phone.
No, I have to go over there and take a look.
Pacing back and forth, this was the only thing in his mind.
At this moment, exclamations came from outside.
What are these people doing? !
He suddenly became furious and rushed out.
But the moment he stepped out of the door, he was shocked by the sight in front of him.
The small Taoist temple was covered with black clouds.
It was still ten minutes in the afternoon, but it was as dark as late at night outside.
Seeing this strange scene, the Taoists in the temple gathered together and talked about it.
"Same as last time."
"You remember wrongly, this time is much more serious than last time."
Najiezi felt bad. Today was the last day, and the calamity cloud was about to form. He had to fish out those two people quickly.
Thinking of this, he shouted at the Taoist priests gathered together: "Are you looking for death? Why don't you go back and hide?"
After this period of time, everyone had figured out Najiezi's temperament, and they quickly dispersed when they heard his scolding.
After dealing with the spectators, Najiezi did not dare to waste a moment. As if there was wind under his feet, he quickly arrived at the door of Zitong's room.
At this time, the sky was getting darker and darker, as if someone had knocked over the ink pan, with a trace of golden light mixed in it.
Thunder is coming.
Na Jiezi kicked open the door, stuck two "Qian Jin Yi" on his hand, and rushed in.
The furnishings in the house are no different from those in other houses, except that a lot of incense is burned and the smell is very smoky.
Zitong and Taoist Zhengqing lay on the ground and passed out, while there were two more people lying on the bed.
Before he could take a closer look, he took out two tied paper figures from his pocket and threw them on the ground. He picked up one in each hand and went out.
Fortunately, he had taken measures in advance, otherwise with his physical strength, taking away the huge Taoist Zhengqing might have affected his escape speed.
As soon as Najiezi and his men walked out of the room, several thigh-thick lightning bolts fell.
A huge impact came from the room, knocking the three of them away and falling heavily on the bluestone floor.
Regardless of crying out in pain, Najiezi looked back and saw that the house was still standing despite being hit so hard.
It means that this is not an ordinary thunder, but a superior divine punishment thunder.
If he had taken one step too late just now, these two people would have been severely chopped.
What on earth did they do to deserve such severe punishment from God?
Upon closer inspection, these two people seemed to be quite seriously injured.
Especially Taoist Zhengqing, most of his hair is already white, and his face also has an old look.
Who are the two people lying in the room?
And just when he was curious, several more thunderbolts fell.
This time it was replaced by ordinary thunder, and the indiscriminate attack directly chopped the house into a pile of rubbish.
Najiezi knew that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time, so he picked up the two people on the ground again and quickly found a room to hide.
He threw the two of them to the ground, breathing heavily, and it took a while to calm down.
The thunder outside did not stop, one after another, deafening.
At this moment, his cell phone rang. It was a message from Liang Shangjun:
We found something underground. I don't recognize the writing on it. Please take a look.
[A picture of a stone with strange words engraved on it]
Najiezi clicked on the big picture and found that the text seemed to be some ancient Western text.
He quickly searched his mind and found it.
Najiezi translated word for word according to the memory in his mind:
"Purity, worship..."
"Sleep, sleep peacefully..."
I finally finished the translation, but I couldn't get any limited information from it.
Just when he was confused, he suddenly discovered that the other party had sent another message a few minutes ago:
There is also a small row of words on this stone that I can understand.
[Pictures of stones with words engraved on them]
Na Jiezi clicked on the picture again, almost spitting out a mouthful of old blood. He saw six modern Chinese characters engraved on it:
"The Tomb of Sayanata."
"Shayanata?" Najiezi, who was completely depressed, said the name softly.
Isn't this the legendary witch with strange-colored eyes? Isn't she a Westerner? Why is the tombstone here?
Could Tan Jiajia's disappearance be related to this tomb?
Najiezi carefully laid out this information in his mind, hoping to get some clues from it, but unfortunately he found nothing.
In this flash of lightning, he suddenly remembered something.
At dusk, the land stained red by blood had already turned brown.
It seemed that a horrific massacre had occurred here.
The hungry crows could no longer bear it any longer and flew here in droves.
In their eyes, the rotting corpses all over the place are the best delicacies.
At this moment, a figure in the distance slowly walked over, causing crows to fly in all directions.
As I got closer, I realized that the figure was a goat half as tall as a man carrying a young girl on its back.
The girl is not tall, wearing a beige puff-sleeved tutu skirt, decorated with various complicated bows and jewelry.
Wearing a Heenan hat of the same color as the skirt, it was also decorated with large jewelry and fiery red dahlias.
The tulle hanging down from the wide brim of the hat covered her face, and only the long golden curly hair could be seen extending from under the hat, too lazy to let it down.
However, the strange thing is.
It was such a weak woman who looked delicate and noble, after witnessing the tragedy in front of her that could be called hell on earth.
Not only did she not show any fear, but she slowly pulled her skirt and got off the sheep's back.
After her feet wearing sheepskin boots hit the ground, we can clearly visually detect that the other party's height is definitely not more than 1.5 meters. Of course, this is not the point.
The point is that after she reached the ground, she held up her skirt and knelt down on her knees, while the goat that served as a mount quickly ran to the side and seemed to be hiding.
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