When Huamaguai was three years old, he followed his father all the way north to the south to avoid trouble.
In the end, thanks to the kindness of the old shopkeeper of the Chen family, the family was able to survive.
My father was born in a government office.
An autopsy knife can still dissect ancient corpses, take out corpse-suppressing Yin beads or press ancient coins from the abdomen. It is also with this skill that he has made a lot of achievements in the huge Changsheng Mountain. reputation.
And his son inherited his father's... knife.
He grew up with the young shopkeeper.
Although I don’t have the skill of dismembering corpses like my father, I have traveled all over the country and visited countless graves. I have seen the bones of dead people and crossed more bridges than ordinary people.
The shopkeeper of the time, Robber Hu Xishan Tomb, dug out a corpse well that was dozens of meters deep.
It was densely packed with dead bodies, at least hundreds of them.
Even that scene failed to scare him away.
and.
When the ancients broke through the city, they had always had the tradition of beheading the people and hanging the tower high to intimidate the surrounding people.
When the previous shopkeeper's group returned to Laosicheng from southern Yunnan, it was said that they beheaded the last chieftain, so that to this day, rumors are still spreading in the world.
The big bandits and bandits in the green forest have countless acts like this.
Normally, there were only a dozen corpses, Huamaguai would never look at them.
But the scene in front of me was too weird.
Those weathered corpses seemed to have been deliberately created to warn and frighten those who came after them.
“Are they foreign devils again?”
“Damn it, isn’t this ancient city also being looted?”
“It looks like the situation is not good. .”
The dozen or so guys who went into the city with Huamaguai to explore the city, at this moment, holding up the lanterns in their hands, could also clearly see the terrifying scene on the tower in the night.
The expressions on their faces were ugly.
Pressing his right hand to his waist, his eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly to prevent any changes.
But...
Except for the cold wind blowing from Shuangheishan Pass, the entire ancient city was dead silent, and almost no movement could be heard.
A few people secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and their eyes fell on the dead bodies that were five or six meters high from the ground again. If there were more than a dozen innocent souls hanging in the air, gently swayed by the night wind, there was an indescribable leak. people.
"Old Qi, go back and talk to the shopkeeper."
"Ask him to make a decision quickly."
Listening to the crowd, everyone was either frightened or uncontrollably angry. He cursed in a low voice, but Huamaguai tried his best to calm down quickly.
I dare not say how it is in the city.
But the current scene is clearly man-made.
He was in a dilemma for a while.
So he turned around and his eyes fell on a man in his thirties.
“Yes, head.”
The man named Lao Qi nodded and left quickly without any hesitation.
Not long after.
There was a rustle of footsteps in the night.
Huama turned around and looked back. Before the person arrived, a pair of eyes as deep as the starry sky had already illuminated the darkness, which shocked his heart and subconsciously gathered distracting thoughts.
"Shopkeeper, you are here."
Chen Yulou just nodded and didn't pay much attention.
As soon as he got close to the outside of the city, he felt the lingering air of death filling the air.
Where does it need to be stated clearly?
Not only him, but also Partridge Whistle and Yang Fang who followed him.
“Another test for...the treasure stealing team?”
Looking at the faces that were obviously different from the Han people, or even from the various ethnic groups in the Western Regions, Yang Fang frowned and said.
Before coming here, they had heard that sand bandits were rampant in northern Xinjiang, and there were even many broken troops fleeing from Central Asian countries. But after they actually entered this place, the majority were foreign devils who appeared out of nowhere.
According to shopkeeper Chen.
Most of these people are treasure thieves who traveled across the ocean from the other side of the ocean and stole gold and silver cultural relics from the ancient city in the name of scientific research.
He never left the Yellow River Basin in his life.
The ocean and scientific research are extremely unfamiliar to him.
Before that, some missionaries were only seen in Luoyang City and Changsha City.
He now suspects that those guys who talk about Lord and God all day long are not here to preach any religion at all, but are here for the antique artifacts.
“It’s them.”
Chen Yulou’s face darkened slightly, and a coldness flashed in his eyes.
The moment he saw Jingjian Ahan in Gumozhou, he guessed that something happened in the ancient city of Jingjue, but he only guessed that something happened to the merchant team or the sand bandits.
Totally unexpected.
The person who breaks into this place.
It turned out to be another treasure-stealing team.
Just like when foreigners look at them, they don’t seem to have much difference. They are basically carved from the same mold.
At this moment, there are more than ten corpses hanging on the city gate. In the eyes of Huamaguai and others, they look no different from the foreign devils in the sand valley before.
But Chen Yulou is different.
England, the Austro-Hungarian Empire, Tsarist Russia, the United States and Central Asia, although most of them have blond hair, blue eyes, fair skin and high noses, if you look closely, you will find that there are obvious differences in appearance between them.
Either France or Germany.
Other than that, there is absolutely no third possibility.
In fact, in the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, these countries were the ones that robbed the most cultural relics in the Western Regions.
Almost the entire Dunhuang was hollowed out.
Thinking of this, Chen Yulou did not hesitate, "Guaizi, take the brothers upstairs and cut off the ropes."
"Yes, from the shopkeeper."
If it weren't for fear Because I made a big mistake by rashly advancing.
Huamaguai had already put down the corpses and searched them to find out their identities.
With the shopkeeper's order now, there would be no further delay.
Immediately selected a few skilled guys.
Although this trip was too far and I did not bring centipedes to hang on the mountain ladder, there are many people on the mountain who know how to make light bodies.
You can get a glimpse of them from their nicknames.
Bounce on the ground and fly on the grass.
I saw two strong men leaning sideways against the city wall, standing upright and crossing their hands.
The other people rushed out, stepped on the palms of the two people, and with the force of the counter-shock, they jumped up and rushed to the top of the building in a few steps.
Wait until it settles down, and quickly take out the short knife from your waist.
As the cold light passed by.
The rope strangling the corpse's neck was cut off.
Then there was an endless sound of banging to the ground.
The smash caused smoke and dust everywhere.
The Huamaguai people who were guarding below quickly stepped forward.
But before they could take action, a cold shout could be heard in the night.
“What’s the hurry?”
"These people died so strangely. Their pupils were black and their lips were purple. They were most likely poisoned."
"It is not a good thing to touch the corpse hastily."
Chen Yulou There is a bit of gloom between the eyebrows.
When Hu Bayi and others entered the city with his mind full of them, Hao Aiguo took the initiative to find a place to bury them out of kindness and couldn't bear to see the corpses exposed in the wilderness.
The result......
He was killed instantly by the black snake hiding in the body.
Although the spiritual consciousness scanned at this moment, it seemed that there was no danger, but the pure sight of Agama itself cannot be judged by common sense.
"This, from the shopkeeper?"
"Brother Chen, did you find something?"
Hearing this.
Several people around him suddenly became nervous.
Yang Fang and the old foreigner each held the magic whip and the dragon shooting bow.
His gaze swept across the mummies lying on the ground like a knife.
But in the face of everyone's doubts, Chen Yulou did not explain much. He just glanced at Kunlun beside him and said softly, "Fire!"
"Okay, it's the shopkeeper. ”
Don't dare hesitate at all.
Kunlun immediately handed over the torch in his hand.
Holding the torch, his energy spread throughout his body, protecting more than a dozen vital arteries all over his body. But even so, Chen Yulou still did not dare to let down his guard, and gathered his spiritual energy to build an invisible shield outside his body.
It's like opening a diamond umbrella.
Even if those strange snakes were as fast as thunder and could bully him, they could not break through his defense.
Under this circumstance, he held up the torch, passed over Huamaguai and his group who were stunned in place, and went straight to the outside of the pile of corpses.
The swaying firelight disperses the shadows under the broken wall. The dozen or so dead bodies were completely illuminated at once.
As the firelight passed by, faces full of shock, unwillingness and fear to the core appeared clearly in everyone's sight.
“It’s really...”
The more Huamaguai looked, the more her mind sank to the bottom.
He only wanted to find out the origins of these people as soon as possible, and he really hadn't thought about this.
Look carefully at this moment through the wind lantern.
I found out that it was exactly what the shopkeeper said.
There is something really wrong with the wide-eyed pupils of those dead bodies.
He had watched his father perform autopsies since he was a child, and he had been influenced by it, but he still learned some real things.
“Look here again.”
Ignoring the different expressions on everyone’s faces, Chen Yulou stretched the torch forward again.
The firelight stayed on the shoulders and neck of a corpse.
There...there are clearly two small holes.
The black blood had already condensed into scabs.
The night is so dark at this moment that it is extremely easy to be ignored if you don’t look carefully.
"It's...snake fangs?!"
Looking at the two scars, Hua Maguai came to his senses.
A few days ago, he almost died from the mouth of that weird black snake in the ancient well in Gumo Prefecture.
Because of this, he had a huge psychological shadow on poisonous snakes.
After all, the venom can easily corrode even yellow sand and stone bricks. If the shopkeeper had not intervened in time to save his life, he would have turned into a pile of blood in an instant.
“It’s unmistakable.”
“Except for snakes, this kind of tooth mark can only be the corpse of a baby!”
A partridge whistle that has seen people before.
Also broke the silence.
The reason why he mentioned the infant corpse was because when he was fighting with his master in Mang Mountain, he accidentally broke into a large tomb from the Ming Dynasty. The owner of the tomb was not a prince, but a three or four-year-old boy. baby.
Maybe it’s repentance.
The person who buried him invited an expert to bury him on a Yin vein.
He also used evil witchcraft to seal his body.
Unexpectedly, within hundreds of years, the infant corpse would become an evil spirit through cultivation.
The master and the apprentice fought. The moment they opened the coffin, the infant corpse suddenly attacked from the coffin, biting the master's arm with its sharp teeth.
He was too familiar with that tooth mark.
So much so that the moment he saw the wound, he felt like he was back in time.
That is to say, there are many secret techniques in the Moving Mountain lineage.
The corpse poison was forcibly removed, otherwise he would have died from the poison at that time.
But even so, he could only barely save one arm, and the remaining venom still caused irreversible damage to his body, so much so that the curse was advanced.
"Be careful..."
The words were almost finished.
Partridge Whistle is still recalling the events of that year in his mind.
Suddenly, a strong feeling of palpitations suddenly arose, and out of the corner of his eye, a black shadow shot out like lightning, heading straight for Chen Yulou who was holding a torch.
It is almost exactly the same as the attack on Huamaguai that day.
A subconscious reminder.
Partridge Whistle pulled out the twenty-ring mirror box from his waist with his backhand.
But...
Facing the approaching danger of Chen Yulou, Ling Ran was not afraid, and even had a smile of success in his eyes.
Using one's body as bait means to fish it out.
I have to say.
Jingjian Agama is indeed an extraordinary thing. Even if I scan it with my spiritual consciousness, I can't detect the presence of breath at all, just like a dead object, without any fluctuation.
No wonder they are called the patron saints of ghost caves.
"Broken!"
The dark shadow in his pupils became clearer and clearer.
The ugly and frightening black snake has a pair of huge pupils on the top of its head, with blood oozing from its eyes. It looks like it has an evil spirit that reaches the sky.
As fast as light and shadow, in an instant, he jumped from the ground and appeared within a foot outside of him.
Just...
When you come closer to bully me.
But it seemed like it hit a wall.
The head deflated rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a strange light flashed in the pupils, as if he was surprised at why this was happening.
But Chen Yulou did not give it a chance.
One word fell, like an order.
The shield condensed with spiritual energy spread out, as if controlled by a pair of invisible hands, flowing out of thin air, scattered and reunited, forming a heavenly book evil-destroying talisman!
Bang——
It was almost the moment when the sound of broken words fell.
The black snake that had not yet landed was instantly shattered from the inside out, turning into a pile of black blood and spilling out.
Chen Yulou took a few steps back.
Just avoid the area where the black blood is spilled.
The burning sound of thorns on the yellow sand continued to resound. In just a moment, a deep pit was eroded by the poison on the ground outside the city.
Two of the corpses were unlucky and got a little splashed.
The nearly weathered mummy was completely melted in an instant.
“It’s it again!”
"The black snake under the well!"
"Damn it, you didn't follow me all the way here, did you?"
Seeing this scene, several people had no time to be shocked by Chen Yulou's methods and stared at There was a deep hole in the ground, and his expression was full of disbelief.
Everything that happened that day coincided with what was happening before my eyes.
It makes people feel cold all over their body.
As for the guys around, they had a look of astonishment on their faces. Except for Chen Yulou and a few others, they had not seen any strange snakes attacking people in Gumozhou City that day.
While camping along the way, I was quite puzzled to be asked to pour realgar.
Now I see a black snake.
Finally I have some guesses.
Chen Yulou breathed a sigh of relief and handed the torch to Kunlun again.
I already had a guess in my mind about the cause of death of these people.
But, who hung them here?
The dead soul trapped in the ancient city of Jingjue, or the white bones under the ghost cave?
"Shopkeeper, look at this."
After suppressing the shock in his heart and confirming that nothing happened, Huamaguai and several others stepped forward and carefully opened the body with tools. The clothes on the body.
Soon I found a suitcase.
There are several ancient parchment scrolls in it.
However, the words written on the scroll made him confused, so he could only quickly turn around and hand it to Chen Yulou.
“Another ancient map.”
A few people all gathered together.
Looking at the undulating mountains, ancient cities, forests and even large lakes on the parchment, Yang Fang raised his eyebrows, his face full of surprise.
Compared with the surroundings, it is not difficult to see that what is marked on the map is clearly where the ancient city of Jingjue is.
However, the forest and the big lake have long since disappeared.
In other words, this map is an ancient artifact from at least a thousand years ago. I don’t know how it fell into the hands of these foreign devils.
Listening to the arguments of several people in his ears, Chen Yulou didn't say much. After a casual glance, his mind was attracted by the ancient words on the parchment.
Typical cuneiform writing.
Looking at the ancient characters one by one, they look like donkey lips.
Lu Wen!
Also called donkey lip script, it came from ancient India and was widely spread in the Western Regions. From what he knew, at least Jingjue and Loulan used this ancient script.
However, with the demise of the Thirty-Six Kingdoms.
This ancient writing is also completely dead.
I didn’t expect that after thousands of years, I could still see it on this ancient map.
"The shopkeeper still has this thing."
Hua Maguai opened his palm, and it was a gold pocket watch, but it had already stopped moving.
However, there is a group photo embedded on the inner wall of the pocket watch.
Two young men and women.
There are two names written next to it.
"Sure enough, a treasure thief from France!" (End of this chapter)