MTL - Lie Huo Jiao Chou-Chapter 57

As soon as Xuan Yuan approached the water, he began to feel palpitations. Before he could react, he caught the fish swimming in front of him.

Sheng Lingyuan immediately withdrew from the puppet operation, and the weak energy flowed away from the fish. The fish schools that gathered together looked at each other somehow and disbanded on the spot. Fortunately, it is said that the memory of these fishes is only seven seconds, and they may be used to this "who am I, where am I" state, and they drift away with ease.

Xuan Yuan held the fish jumping wildly. The first reaction was: "Sheng Lingyuan is nearby!"

Then he froze again: "How do I know?"

He only saw the so-called "sacrifice technique" in the shamans of the witch's grave. At that time, he felt that he was "excellent in his skills, and he was suspicious of the truth." As for the principle, he did not understand it at all. There is also no evidence that similar pupae can be used on lower vertebrates, so the question arises, why does he have the idea that "someone is manipulating fish with pupae"?

"This fish is not delicious, I am a water system, believe me! Go back and ask you to eat overlord seafood." The king team came over, Zhang Ya danced with claws and yelled, pointing at the tomb of the Prince of Takayama under his feet, "Don't be mad, this is What the hell?"

The magical Tatar language cast a slender vortex in the seawater, about twenty centimeters in diameter. The seawater in that range quickly turned clockwise, and the bubbles that were thrown out were attached to the outside, like a seawater condensation in the sea. Rope "to show them the way.

At this time, a section of this "seawater rope" was held on Xuanyuan's wrist, and one end was drilled into the graveway, following Yan Qiushan.

Xuan Yuan looked down the rope and said, "It's a graveyard in the mountains and clouds."

After that, he held back again—what high mountains and clouds?

His heart was beating faster, as if he had opened the shock, and glanced down at the heart rate on the exercise bracelet-it was approaching 160 per minute.

"Who?" Wang asked, "Looks like a Japanese friend. Why is this buried?"

At this time, Gu Yuexi and Zhang Zhao also followed, Gu Yuexi glanced towards the entrance of the tomb, the bubble shook, and the whole person bounced up in horror.

"A lot of dead bodies! There are dead bodies under the hole!"

The Kings immediately asked: "How many?"

"Countless!" Gu Yuexi shook her head, "I can't see my head at a glance."

As a see-through eye, Comrade Gu Yuexi's naked eyesight 5.3-not higher, is because the visual chart was drawn here. When performing the task, her highest record was that her sight penetrated nearly 800 meters of the mountain.

The Kings team has never heard the words "can't see a head at a glance" in her mouth.

Just then, the seawater rope on Xuanyuan's wrist suddenly tightened. The Takayama Prince's tomb may have been provoked by waves of intruders, the bottom of the sea shook, and the tomb entrance began to slowly close.

"Wait!" The Wang team was startled. "Zhang Zhao, stop first ..."

Before Zhang Zhao pulled out the stopwatch, Xuan Yuan ’s body moved again before his brain made a decision. Several coins bounced out of his fingertips, ignoring the resistance of the seawater, just inlaid into the four corners of the tomb, just listening With a deep sigh, a faint stream of light passed through the complicated lines of the grave road entrance, and the shaking tomb was frozen there.

The King team blinked and looked at Xuan Yuan in surprise. Through the air bubbles, the faces were paled by the sea water and the lighting equipment in their hands, and the skin lines were all hidden. Only the height of the bones was prominent, and Xuan Yuan's side face The outline is clear. For a moment, the Kings felt that he was far away, like a stone statue left in the silhouette of time.

Xuan Yuan gave them a "follow me" gesture, and a few coins were flipped at his fingertips, and he was about to sneak to the grave.

"Director Xuan," Wang Ze couldn't help but stop him, "If our Yan team ... if there is something wrong with the Yan team, then ... it's not incomprehensible, can you give him a net?"

Xuan Yuan fisted against his chest, as if trying to jam the unceasing heart, and said with some effort, "What side of the Internet? I was caught by you as a part-time field service every day. Do I still have to be a part-time judge? ? "

Wang Ze stayed.

"We're here to fish," Xuan Yuan sighed, "as long as he hasn't done anything irreparable."

But if he is like Bi Chunsheng, he is no longer human ...

Moving bricks is billed on a piece-by-piece basis, and accountants and lawyers are billed on the basis of workload. Even if they resign, their previous work is still counted.

But "heroes" are not. This line cannot be withdrawn halfway, and cannot be changed halfway. Otherwise, all the past, not only merit, but all become faults, must be liquidated together.

Xuan Ye descended from the tomb.

Among the corals behind them, a small fish spitting out his head, staring at the entrance to the tomb.

Sheng Lingyuan frowned—the little demon was too keen, and he didn't dare to get the fish too close, so he didn't really see it, only felt that Xuan Yuan had broken the formation of the mountain prince's tomb.

But the eyes knew so well that Sheng Lingyuan knew that besides that, there should be no one else present when he sealed the tomb.

How does Xuan Ye know where the front line is?

Saying Yan Qiushan several of them, in the underwater cemetery beset howled. After a few jetties, they have not been able to get rid of the "crystal wall" that eats people. This underwater graveway seems to be alive and keeps changing lanes, no matter how far they swim, how fast they swim, when they turn around, The crystal wall that swallowed their boat is always back in front of them, black holes, waiting for them to throw themselves into the net,

At this time, the scalp of the snakeskin, one leg of the puppet girl, the flippers on Yan Qiushan's diving suit ... have been sucked into the crystal wall.

When encountering the crystal wall again, the blind did not brake in time and accidentally struck the wall. His right hand was immediately bitten by the wall.

The blind man yelled, and the snakeskin frightened and ran into a puppet girl with a poorly balanced leg. The two bounced out together.

At this moment, a deep sigh came from the depths of the grave, and the blind man stayed-just desperately to put an end to the power he had dragged into the wall.

Snake murmured: "What, what?"

"Not moving." The blind man froze and tried to pull his hand out. "Help ... help me."

The snakeskin and puppet girl stepped forward and pulled the radish out of the blind man, but Yan Qiushan looked up to the depths of the tomb-the white miserable chandelier illuminate the corpses in various forms like the window The model, who doesn't know who designed it, at first glance reveals a strange and cruel beauty.

The entire tomb is like a clear specimen exhibition, showing the greed of 3,000 years old and modern.

But no matter how deep the graveway was, there were no tartar lamps, dark, and gloomy and ominous. Yan Qiushan hesitated for a moment, holding on to the stunner lamp that he had slammed from the wall, and carefully dived there.

About two kilometers away, he came to the end of the Tatar Lanterns. Where there was no light, there was still something in the stone wall, but it was arranged more neatly.

Yan Qiushan held up a stunned light, kicked his legs in horror, and drifted back several meters-I saw that in the stone wall without light, it was no longer an invader with a terrified expression, but one by one. child!

The oldest of those children looked at the age of twelve or three, and the youngest was probably the age when they just left. The boy is on the left, and the girl is on the right. There are two rows in a peaceful look, with both hands folded on the lower abdomen, like a row of realistic dolls.

Boys are bare-chested and bare-footed, and girls have extra gowns on them. They look very cool. They are very different from the costumes of the ancestors in the Central Plains. They have tattoos on their wrists and ankles. It is a circle of unknown text. .

The voice of the puppet girl came from the walkie-talkie of his diving suit. The puppet girl said, "Tattoos are the characters of alpine people. These children should be alpine people."

The puppet girl and snake skin rescued the blind man in shock and no danger. The three followed him together. The puppet girl turned out of the map of the mountain prince's tomb-the map was protected by water droplets from the half slice cut by the blind man, and was not wet at all. Just the picture shows that in addition to the ancient Chinese characters, there is also a pattern-like text, similar to the tattoo on the body.

"What is this? Funeral? Even such a small child can be killed?" Snakeskin looked stunned. "Don't you say that the mountain prince was killed by Wu Di Sheng Xiao? Paraquat on earth, 'ah! "

The puppet girl said: "These children should not have been killed by the emperor. The Qingping Division records that the high mountains aristocrats, like the human race, will build the cemetery before their death. Although the emperor cut the high mountains and clouds, he remembered following him for many years. I still left him with the whole body and buried him in the cemetery prepared by Prince Takayama. This should be the tradition of the people in Takayama. After their cemetery was built, they should first fill in the burial people and let them 'warm room' first. . "

Yan Qiushan's gaze swept across the faces of those children, his face sinking like water, and asked, "So, what is the mountain prince we are calling, a child who is buried as a funeral?"

"The social environment at that time was like this. In the past, women still had little feet. Feudal dregs. We all seek common ground while shelving differences." Snake skin carelessly moved forward. "Isn't it all for Abyss? Come on, we have time on the road. Too much. "

Yan Qiushan's throat moved, and he reluctantly followed up: "If you want to rekindle Abyss, can you only rely on this ... this ..."

"You don't get used to too many things, aren't you tired, Yan team?" The blind man interrupted him, "I don't want to repair your sword? The secret of the sword spirit is better understood than the mountain people."

Yan Qiushan said, "Is there only one Alpine man in the world?"

"That's not true," said the blind man. "But he alone knew the whereabouts of the last batch of magic soldiers, and not everyone could be awakened by the gloomy sacrifices."

The puppet girl asked curiously, "What do you mean?"

"The gloomy sacrificial ritual is not a resurrection, girl, it is impossible to raise the dead." The blind said, "It can only awaken the undead 'devil', and the devil will not be immortal."

Puppet Girl: "The demon is only recorded in the Qingping Division's scrolls. I thought it was a legend."

"The seal of Abyss is three thousand years old, and the human race has ruled the world, and the aura of the world has dried up. Now these unproductive descendants do not have the qualifications to fall into the devil. Like Madness Bi Chunsheng, it can only become an unstoppable 'human candle'. Without Abyss, there would be no new "human demon" born in the world. Abyss fire is not human-powered, but can only borrow the power of these ancient demon ... "

The blind man suddenly shut up.

I saw that the small tomb was at the end. At the end, there was a huge "crystal wall" with a male body sealed inside.

The male corpse is well-preserved, as if asleep, and even the eyelashes are completely visible. The dress is different from those of the burial corpses, more like the Central Plains. Looking at his face, he is in his thirties and is not old, but his mouth is drooping, his eyebrows are pleated, and he has a vicissitudes of his face.

"Is this ... the grave owner?"

"It should be, look at his belt!" Snakeskin stepped forward, pointing at a waist tag on the male corpse's waistband, and said, "Before the birth of Takayama Weiyun, he was sent by the King of Alpine to the Emperor's side as an attendant. With the word 'Weiyun' ... Well, it's not quite the same as I imagined. I thought this mountain aristocrat was exploiting the people every day, and he was definitely full of fat. How could this face be bitter? "

"You can wait for him to wake up and ask." The blind man glanced at the time, "We have been trapped for most of the day, time is running out, it is eleven o'clock at midnight, we must hurry up-Yan team, you are ready ?"

Yan Qiushan's cheeks were tight.

The puppet girl asked, "How do you write sacrifices under the water?"

The blind man made a gesture at the snakeskin, and the snakeskin removed the jar containing the sultry blood from the water drops. He probably had a psychological shadow. This time, he had a long memory and was careful not to touch it with his hands.

The blind man crossed his hands and made a strange gesture, saying something silently in his mouth: "From--"

The pottery floated up with his voice and flew to the stone wall that sealed the prince of the mountain.

Blind man: "Flash away!"

Everyone has seen the terrible nature of the human blood, backing collectively, the blind man drank, all the pots hit the stone wall at the same time, a large amount of blood from the human blood quickly coagulated on the stone wall, tightly Adhered to a layer, it is insoluble in water!

The stone wall enclosing the Prince of Alpine seems to have been painted with a layer of blood-colored paint, which is extremely uniform. The man behind the stone wall is hidden in the blood, and the bright red color is particularly shocking under the lamp. You, before midnight, you have to engraving the gloomy sacrifice with the sword's blood, have you brought the dagger? "

Yan Qiushan moved his throat, tightened his dagger around his waist, and slowly stepped forward.

The blind man lowered his voice: "Don't forget your wish."

Yan Qiushan closed his eyes, and for a moment, he took out the dagger around his waist, the sharp blade cut through the surrounding water, and a smile appeared on the blind man's face.

At this moment, someone at the grave road shouted, "Swallow team, don't!"

The sound wave flew directly out of the bubble, hit the seawater, and flew towards Yan Qiushan. Fengshen arrived!

However, it was too late, and Yan Qiushan's dagger fell on the blood of the Tatar, marking his first stroke.

A huge bubble emerged and spread from the falling knife, wrapping Yan Qiushan and the Prince of Takayama apart from others, and Wang Ze rushed forward, but was bounced by the bubble--

The blind man sneered loudly: "What are you and would you like to interrupt the gloomy sacrifice?"

Yan Qiushan turned back suddenly, looked at Wang Ze in a blood red, and smiled at him.

Wang Ze scratched his enchantment with his hands and feet, and mad at him: "Can you still laugh? Are you stupid! Yan Qiushan! Do you deserve Zhichun! Zhichun is dead, and is not stable after death, you ... "

Yan Qiushan shook his head at him, glanced at the blind man, suddenly asked not to go to the village or to the shop, and asked, "You said there aren't many ancient monsters?"

The blind man snapped: "What do you mean?"

"That's good," Yan Qiushan laughed. "Thank you for taking the lead."

His voice faded, the dagger in his hand suddenly stretched, sparks hit the stone wall, and quickly stroked a few strokes on the stone wall, but it was not a gloomy ritual.