Compared to the first time, the golden door condensed much faster this time.
The moment the golden rain fell to the ground, it began to gather and condense. In the dazzling light, the familiar door once again appeared behind Gu Yuan.
Li Siming looked at Gu Yuan, who was bathed in golden light. His body was leaning gently against the wall, with a look of astonishment in his eyes.
Although I have known that this situation would happen for a long time, I have even thought of it a lot.
However, this is completely different from seeing it with your own eyes.
The powerful qi surge not only brought impact, but also filled the heart with shock.
"Is this... is this the priest?" Zhou Zhen murmured to himself subconsciously, but was glared at by Ge Fei. The former quickly kept silent for fear of disturbing Gu Yuan at this juncture.
Truly, a man standing in the light!
As a warrior, Zhou Zhen couldn't help but think.
When will I be able to be as popular as Gu Yuan?
Gu Yuan stretched out his hand and gently pushed open the door.
But this time, no golden-armored war god came out.
He frowned slightly.
like.
And before in the demon realm.
Something different?
Although no golden-armored war god appeared, the Xuanhe's golden light was particularly eye-catching.
The golden light spread quickly along the ground, like waves sweeping over the beach, and finally enveloped the red bird's body in the black box.
Faintly visible in the brilliance, a red phantom of a red bird spread its wings and flew high, wrapped in golden light, and escaped into the door. The moment he entered the door of sacrifice, Gu Yuan seemed to hear the melodious chirping of birds in a trance.
The golden door of sacrifice slowly closed, turning into golden light and entering Gu Yuan's body. His handsome face was glowing, and the brilliance gradually faded as time went by.
The energy in the body boiled again, and it lasted for about a minute before slowly calming down.
But when he turned around and looked behind him, he found that Zhou Zhen and others were looking at him in surprise.
"What's wrong?" Gu Yuan asked with confusion.
"No...it's okay." Zhou Zhen quickly smiled.
Li Siming looked at them.
"You guys go out first, Gu Yuan, you stay."
"yes."
Just when Zhou Zhen was about to go out, Li Siming spoke again.
"Wait a moment."
"Boss, what's wrong?"
Li Siming reached out and picked up the black box placed on the table.
"Buried."
Only then did Zhou Zhen come to his senses, walked up to him, and took the black box from Li Siming solemnly.
"do not worry."
Gu Yuan looked at them, a little confused.
Luo Yin closed the door, walked quickly, and followed Zhou Zhen and Ge Fei. Unable to suppress the shock in his heart, he lowered his voice and said, "Did you see it?"
"Yeah." Ge Fei's eyes were deep and his voice was a little low, "That door is... hidden in his body."
"Unheard of..." Luo Yin's eyes were a little dazed, "Is this... really the Gate of Sacrifice?"
"..."
In the office.
Li Siming sat down again and looked at Gu Yuan with gentle eyes.
"Do you think there's anything wrong?"
Gu Yuan shook his head: "I'm just a little surprised."
"Why."
"I didn't expect that you would be like this..." Gu Yuan racked his brains and couldn't think of a suitable adjective, so he finally used, "solemn."
Li Siming was silent for a moment.
Then, stand up.
"Let's go."
As he spoke, he was already walking towards the door.
Gu Yuan stood up in a hurry, feeling very uncomfortable. Li Siming seemed to have always had this vigorous and resolute style, and he always liked to take Gu Yuan to some strange places. The first time was that special sanatorium, and the second time was Wenxin Temple. This time, it seems that I have to take myself out again?
However, after the previous two experiences, Gu Yuan knew very well that Li Siming was very purposeful, and as long as he took him out, he would definitely gain something, and it would definitely not be a casual trip.
When he went downstairs, Gu Yuan couldn't help but said, "Where are you taking me?"
"Let you find your own answers."
"ah?"
Gu Yuan couldn't understand it more and more.
Li Siming was still driving, and Gu Yuan was sitting in the passenger seat. He turned to look out the window and found that the car was slowly leaving the city.
Reinforced concrete buildings were gradually replaced by poplars on both sides of the county road, and the spacious roads gradually became bumpy. Cracks can often be seen on the uneven cement roads.
When entering villages and towns, Li Siming would slow down and turn his face from time to time to look at the low houses outside through the car window.
"What are you looking at?" Gu Yuan asked curiously.
"The destiny of the country."
Gu Yuan was a little surprised.
Li Siming looked forward and said: "Twenty years ago, I met a senior and traveled together for a while. One of his favorite things to do every day was to find a high place to sit quietly and watch. The smoke rising from the village in the distance. I asked him, what’s so interesting about that?
He said: Xiao Li, you don't understand. In the early years, people in Daxia didn't have enough to eat, but now you see, every household has cooking smoke, and who has few meat dishes on the table? The more prosperous the smoke is, the stronger the country of Daxia will be. Please climb high and look at the smoke, which is the true dragon spirit of the national destiny. "
Gu Yuan was deeply touched, and when he turned to look at the smoke, a smile appeared on his face.
The same pair of eyes may not see the same world.
After a while, the road became narrower and narrower, making it difficult to pass a car. Finally, the car stopped.
Gu Yuan followed Li Siming out of the car and looked at the low farmhouse in front of him. The surrounding area seemed a bit deserted. The three bungalows were surrounded by red brick walls. The rusty iron door was slightly tilted and stuck to the door. The couplets lost their color under the ravages of wind and rain.
Just as he was about to ask, Li Siming had already walked over and knocked on the iron door.
The sound of a slap on the iron door was heard, and soon, a childish voice came from the yard.
"Coming!"
When the iron door was opened, the little boy holding the bowl in his left hand and chopsticks between his fingers looked at Li Siming, his eyes lit up, he turned his face and shouted towards the room: "Grandpa! Uncle Li is here!"
He raised his chubby little hand and wiped it casually on his mouth. The oil stains around his mouth were immediately smeared all over his face. When his chubby little face was shiny with oil, he was also filled with a smile from the heart.
At this moment, an old man in a gray coat walked out of the house. He was stooped and had gray hair. When he saw Li Siming, he was so happy that he even walked a little faster with excitement.
"Sir, you are here!"
Hearing such a call, Gu Yuan had a strange look on his face.
Li Siming nodded slightly, pondered for a moment, and said, "I have nothing to do and would like to have a chat. Do you have time?"
"Of course there are, sir, please!"
The chubby little boy was a little difficult to deal with. He grabbed Li Siming's clothes, raised his head and said, "Uncle Li, you said last time that you would give me a sword!"
"I remember." Li Siming touched his head, and like a magic trick, there was a one-inch long dagger in his hand, but it was made of wood.
But even so, there was an expression of joy on the child's face. He quickly took the wooden sword and immediately started gesticulating in the air, saying "hum haha".
Gu Yuan looked at this extremely simple-looking yard. Vegetables were planted in the front and back yards, and some chickens and ducks were raised.
Li Siming and the old man were sitting at the small square table in the yard, playing Go.
At this moment, a hand suddenly grabbed Gu Yuan's wrist.
In an instant, Gu Yuan felt a chill. He lowered his head and looked at the chubby boy with a red face, his eyes stunned.
This feeling...
The fleshy little hand has no warmth at all. In this hot summer, the hand is more like an ice pack.
An idea suddenly popped into his mind.
This is not the temperature a living person should have.
