An ominous premonition welled up in his heart, and he raised his body and turned Lu Fengjian over. His pale face, widened pupils, and dark lips showed that he was already dying.
"Jian, hold on, I'll find someone to rescue you."
Lu Fengjian choked up and said: "Don't bother, I have no chance. There is something you...must keep safe for me."
After saying that, he tremblingly took out his pocket watch from his pocket and stuffed it into Yue Guanchao's palm as if he were caring for someone on his deathbed. Before he could say the next sentence, he was already dead.
"No, the arrow wound did not turn black. This was not a poisonous arrow, but why did he die from the poison?"
Song Siyuan was puzzled and looked at Lu Fengjian's sleeves when she was distressed. The shirt seemed to be wet with blood and stained into scarlet flowers.
Yue Guanchao opened Lu Fengjian's sleeve like crazy, and his arm was obviously bitten by the corpse's head, which was exactly the same as Wu Tuman's wound!
Silence, still silence, Yue Guanchao's mind was completely blank, like a dried fish, he lay paralyzed on the ground for a long time before accepting this reality.
"I...why didn't I notice that he was injured? If I had discovered it earlier, he wouldn't have died."
Yue Guanchao held back his tears and slapped himself. Song Siyuan quickly stopped him:
"Calm down. Feng Jian ran out with us because he was afraid that if he got hurt, we would be distracted and accommodate him. You can't let him down."
"Now that he's out, let's take him home~"
The matter has come to this, and regret is useless.
Yue Guanchao was about to dig a hole with his bare hands for Lu Fengjian to bury him in the soil. He dug no more than a few inches deep when his bloody fingers suddenly touched something hard. He took a dagger and peeled away the soil to take a closer look. It turned out to be the soil he had already thrown on the altar. Backpack.
Once opened, it was filled with gold sacrificial vessels and gold shells!
Yue Guanchao rubbed his eyes and realized that this was not an illusion. He felt a little dazed for a moment, as if they were still immersed in the dark witch coffin ghost town.
Song Siyuan and Aying noticed something was wrong and looked at their backpacks. The three of them looked at each other, and their backs felt numb unconsciously!
In the distance, the clatter of horse hooves got closer and closer.
Then, a carriage stopped in place.
Yue Guanchao looked at the person driving the car. It was Lao Lu, the manager of Yehe Station.
"Lao Lu, how did you know we were in danger?"
Yue Guanchao waited to regain his strength and asked this taciturn man. Meeting an old friend hundreds of miles away from Yehe Town made him feel uneasy.
"It was Utuman who asked me to come!"
There was no trace of emotion on Lao Lu's scarred face.
"How did he know we were in danger?"
After hearing this, Lao Lu got out of the carriage, looked at the swaying mountain top, and sighed silently:
"He found me not long after you left, and asked me to come and wait for him at the back of the mountain, either to collect your body or to collect his body."
This sentence caused everyone present to fall silent for a while.
Yue Guanchao also thought that Wu Tuman really went to Wu Coffin Town to arrest the treasure thief. In this way, the old man knew how scary Wu Coffin Town was from the beginning, so he made plans in advance.
He even realized that he would die if he entered Witch Coffin Town, but in order to save his granddaughter, he still walked into the scary ghost town without hesitation.
Go ahead to dangers.
When everyone thought of this, they felt like something was blocked in their hearts. When Ah Ying learned the truth, she went crazy and kowtowed to the top of the mountain, crying so hard that she couldn't breathe.
"Aweng, I realize my mistake. Please come back. I will never make my own decisions again. Wuwuwuwuwu."
Aying's desolate and sad cry echoed in the wild grasslands of Xing'an Mountains, but this time no one would wipe away her tears.
Song Siyuan ran over and hugged the girl, constantly comforting her already riddled heart. The day she found her parents was the day when her relatives were extinct. No matter what, she should not have to endure such a tragedy at her age!
"A Ying, the armored man lives up to his mission. He is worthy of the reputation of the armored Taibao. However, the dead are gone and the living are like this. You have to live on for your brother."
Lao Lu took out the straw mat from the carriage, helped Yue Guanchao collect Lu Fengjian's body, and took them on the way back.
Climbing mountains and cross-country, snake roads through forests.
After the carriage was far away from Xiezha Mountain, Yue Guanchao looked out the window and saw that the Crab Claw Ridge had become a single-peaked wild mountain. It was thought that the Sushen Altar had probably been completely destroyed.
Song Siyuan was probably exhausted and fell asleep leaning against the carriage. He noticed that Ah Ying was not in the carriage, so he opened the curtain and looked outside the carriage. Lao Lu was holding the reins and driving away.
Ah Ying tore off her remaining cloak, bit off her fingers and wrote the soul-calling spell, and made a soul-calling flag from a tree branch to hang on the side of the car.
After all, Lao Lu still has feelings. He and Wu Tuman thought they had a close relationship, otherwise he wouldn't have received such a big trust.
When he saw Ah Ying trying to summon the spirit, he immediately understood her filial piety and took out his erhu with his eyes burning.
The horse whip cracked and a sad song began.
"The sky is vast, the earth is vast, the Old Man star has set and the moon has no light; I sigh at life, like a worm, everything will stop when the end comes, fame and fortune are all illusions, the tombs of weeds are just a mound of soil; love is hard to leave, virtue is unforgettable, and sorrow will last forever. , Looking around the coffin, there is no way to understand, only to touch the soul with a torch of incense; in the underworld, the road is confused, telling people where to find Chunxuan Hall, only weeping, thinking in vain, looking at the clouds and mountains, holding the pain for a long time, chanting sutras is the only way The sky listens, and I pray that your ancestors will go to the west."
"Brother Wutuman, Xiaolong, Xiaowu, Aniu, Ahu, have a good journey, and the flags and flags will attract the souls and send them back to their hometown~~~"
Lao Lu is like a Qin Opera artist in the northwest. His desolate and solemn voice resounds through the wild forests for thousands of miles, and a majestic and heroic spirit ripples between heaven and earth.
Somehow, the soul-calling flags fluttered, and wherever the funeral songs went, countless forest birds flew in the air.
One day later, Yue Guanchao and the others traveled hundreds of miles back to Yehe Town, and erected their own tombs for A Ying, Wu Tuman and the others. After two days of repairs at the inn, the two of them finally set out on their way home.
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