looking for hell

Chapter 119 Three Sickles Cut Your Leg (Late)
Five-A Scenic Spot Yunmeng Mountain, under a big tree in front of Guigu Cave.

Tourists are in a hurry here, but the two old men playing chess under the big tree are playing Go calmly and contentedly amidst the turmoil.

They sat separately, the old man on the west side combed his hair back, wore brown reading glasses, and held a thermos cup in his hand. The goji berries and mulberries in it were floating on the hot water, just like retired veteran cadres.

The old man on the east side is dressed as a wandering Taoist priest, with short hair, tied in a bun and fixed with a wooden hairpin. His blue Taoist robe is turning white, and he has worn it for an unknown number of years.

The old Taoist picked up the white piece, put it on a vacancy, and said with a smile:
"Watch me eat you big dragon."

The old man with the appearance of a veteran cadre curled his lips and said:

"You burned white chicken dung all over the world to break the dragon's veins. Are you addicted? You have dragons in your eyes, and I am obviously a demon."

The old man smiled triumphantly and said:

"Na is also a son of a dragon, so you have to break it if you touch it."

The old man on the opposite side let out a "hum", dropped a sunspot, and said:
"You're angry, you can't stop."

The old Taoist held the white piece, looked at the old man opposite, and muttered:

"You guys failed 2000 years ago, after 2000 years, do you still want to create another Emperor Qin?"

The old man on the opposite side also stared at the old man, confronted each other, and said:
"Why not?"

The old man shook his head and said:

"Going against the sky will never succeed. The value of life is life and death. That is the way. If you want to drag people down from this way, there will be no way to go, and the world will disappear."

The old man didn't take it seriously, sneered and said:

"In terms of the universe, there are billions of stars in this galaxy, and there are countless lives. There is no shortage of my human life. Let them live and die. If this way has to be run by the life and death of our mere human beings, then it will disappear. , what are you distressed about?"

The old man took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice:
"You have made up your mind?"

The old man took a sip of wolfberry water and said:

"It can't be decided anymore."

The old Taoist nodded slightly and sighed:
"I don't know, when will the next time we play chess, maybe there won't be a next time."

The old man blew away the mulberries floating in the cup, and said lightly:
"There must be. Next time, let's make an appointment to play chess in the belly of the devil."

The old man's eyelids trembled, he held the white ball in his hand, and finally without saying a word, he dropped the ball slowly without making a sound, turned around and left.

The old man looked at the chessboard, and his sunspots had already been wiped out by the last ultimate move of the old man.

He smiled disdainfully, stretched out his hand to lift the chessboard, scattered the chess pieces all over the floor, then took out a bag of crispy noodles with shallot and chicken sauce in his bag, and chewed them with a look of enjoyment.

No matter how tall a chess player is, he can't win against an opponent who is ready to overturn the table from the beginning.

On the sea, where No. [-] and others landed on the island.

In the eyes of normal people, here is the endless blue waves, where is there any island.

An equally low-key medium-sized ferry slowly stops nearby.

On the bow deck, a young nun in a black robe folded her hands in front of her body, holding a silver cross more than ten centimeters long.

Behind her was a group of people wearing outdoor camouflage uniforms. It could be seen that Jin Cheng, Xiao Pei and others who had hunted Yun Qianfeng in the waters of Laoye Temple were also among them.

Jin Cheng admired the woman who stood in front of her with a skin like Snow White (not the current version of Snow White, what the hell!), and whose gaze always made people look like a woman soaking in a fish tank with warm water, or should be called an archangel.

THE ONE, also known as the holy congregation in Jincheng and the others, is the name of the angel, which is exclusive to the core members in THE ONE.

Archangel, already has some status.

Jin Cheng glanced at the fishing boat parked in the distance, took two steps forward, and said in a low voice:
"Archangel, those masons should have landed on the island, shall we catch up?"

The archangel shook his head, always so gentle, said:

"That is not a sacred place that we can disturb. It is the residence of God, and it is also the cell of the devil. Only the chosen person can enter and leave it in the world. That person is on the island now, but he will always come out. We wait That's enough here."

Jin Cheng moved forward again, with a flattering expression, and said:
"That man is evil, and time can't kill him."

The archangel is still so peaceful, his tone is still so gentle, and he said lightly:

"Bullets can. In this macroscopic world, there is nothing easier than bullets to solve troubles. If there is one, it is a shell."

Deep in the island jungle.

Yun Qianfeng and the three girls ran as fast as possible in the forest.

Yun Qianfeng was carrying a pair of thick wooden sticks on his shoulders, on which hung the donkey skin like a banner.

Under the environment here, they need this donkey skin too much to cope with the cold spring at night.

Qianqian walked in the middle of the team, wearing a sheepskin apron, which was the one found on the corpse yesterday.

The sheepskin was dry and hard at first, but it was tanned again after Yun Qianfeng smeared it with the fat from wild donkeys roasted on a campfire, which just happened to keep the weakest girl warm.

The little girl is not big, but her waist twists a lot when she walks, and her hips sway left and right, stretching the sheepskin apron.

Of course, compared with Qin Shuying who was walking side by side with her, Qianqian's curls became inconspicuous at once, and Qin Shuying was "tall".

Whenever Yun Qianfeng focused on Qin Shuying's back, he hoped so much that his life would be normal and he would be able to get married and have children.

But he never thought that if it was that kind of life, he and Qin Shuying would probably live in two parallel lives that would never intersect.

There is nothing perfect in the world with sweet melon and bitter stalk.

It was just past one o'clock in the afternoon, but the four of them had to stop.

In front of them was a cliff with a height of dozens of floors, standing vertically on the ground, smooth as a mirror.

Such a cliff, any rock climber has nowhere to start.

Standing in front of the cliff and looking left and right, you can't see the boundaries on both sides of the cliff at all.

Such a cliff cannot be crossed unless you take a plane, and you can only find a way to go around it.

Yun Qianfeng felt that the direction of the omniscient eye in his belly was perpendicular to the surface of the cliff, which made him wonder which direction to choose to find the way around the cliff.

Qin Shuying's eyes are the most careful among several people. This is due to the fact that she observes hundreds of small fish in her big fish tank every day in order to make her eyes more agile when dancing.

She pointed to the cliff on the far left, and said:

"Yun, you see it's strange there, the leaves and the sunken soil are constantly rolling and flying."

Zhang Min put his hands into tubes, put them in front of his eyes and looked carefully, shrank his shoulders hastily, and said in fear:

"It's a whirlwind. When I was young, I went to the graves of deceased elders with adults. When I burned paper money in the cemetery, this kind of wind blew. It was specially around the paper money fire. It was scary. They said that the whirlwind was caused by the movement of ghosts."

In Yun Qianfeng's eyes, there is nothing magical about the whirlwind, but the whirlwind in the distance is very magical, because it is always there, without a second of rest.
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