the last priest

The wooden board on the ground was struck, and the echo sounded "dong dong dong", which showed that there was indeed an independent space below.The wood here is of course the best sherbet. If you want to make a hole here without destroying the structure of the entire tomb, you should leave it to Chaozi.

Although he claims to be an expert in blasting, explosives are useless here, and any deviation may cause the sherbet coffin that has been sleeping for thousands of years to collapse in an instant, and they will be buried here forever.

Let everything go back to the primitive society again, and the three of them started to plan with their knives. The sheer cypress’s prestige was not blown out of the air, and the special military dagger in their hands left a shallow scratch. .

Two soldiers and a Taoist priest have all become carpenters at the moment, and a prototype pit is gradually sinking under their efforts bit by bit.If an antique dealer saw it at this time, they would definitely yell at these three people for being reckless. How could anyone be willing to dig a hole in the sherbet with a knife? Isn't this madman?

Two hours later, when the sweat beads on the faces of the three of them were about to form a pool of water on the floor, Zhuo Xiong slammed the knife down with a "boo", and finally penetrated. . . . . .

"It's over, Brother Wenbin!"

Cha Wenbin lowered his head, and used a strong light to shine through the knife hole, a snow-white beam of light went straight into the underground world, but the knife hole was too small, and the ruthless darkness swallowed up the light in an instant.

"Keep harder and dig a little more."

Taking the time between work, Zhuo Xiong asked: "Didn't you say that the passages here are all moving? After so long, the corresponding ones under our floor should also move. How can we ensure that this is the tomb?" ?”

Cha Wenbin said: "Although you dig, the Nine Palaces are the territory. Although the grid is constantly moving, the eight gates linked below are always aligned. When the palace moves, the gate also moves."

At this time, Chaozi simply kicked with his feet. One advantage of military leather shoes is that they are hard!This kid's savagery will not lose to the fleshy face in the slightest, "咵咵" kicked a few times, which really made him make a big hole.

When the hole continued to expand, and when it could accommodate one person to enter, the project that took three people for nearly three hours was finally declared over.

"Cold!" This was the first word Cha Wenbin said after poking his head down. The air here hadn't been connected to the outside world for a long time. A cold air was hitting the pores of the person, and his face was still sweating profusely just now. My head felt like my scalp was standing on end all of a sudden.

"The two of you are behind me, don't lose track of me, don't touch or talk nonsense no matter what you see when you get down there, try to communicate with gestures when you encounter situations, two natal talismans, one for each person, the old rules Put it in your arms." After giving the talisman paper, Cha Wenbin was the first to jump off.

If it is said that the winter in the north is cold, then it can really be described as extremely cold here. Just the moment he landed, Cha Wenbin felt that he had fallen into an ice cellar, and a chill that was full of Yin Qi instantly made people feel cold. Surrounded, even the fingers suddenly lost their previous flexibility here.

"Hiss..." He took a breath, and his gums immediately felt sore. This kind of coldness cannot be described in words!

The three of them stood in this underground world, which was only one and a half height from the ceiling, and before they drove away, they were already trembling, and the spotlights shone out, all of which were the heat from their own exhalations. It became ice and fell on his lips.

"What the hell is this place? It's going to freeze to death!" Chaozi is also a person who has rolled on the snowy plateau, so he is relatively cold-resistant, but this kind of situation that can freeze people immediately will only occasionally appear in the deep On the grassland where the northwest wind blows in the winter night, but that is just accidental. . . . .

"Don't talk!" Zha Wenbin scolded in a low voice and sternly, he didn't know how to get up, standing in such a cold world, but felt that there was a faint heat in his arms providing this temperature, which somewhat made him feel better.He touched it subconsciously, only the sun gear, the metal will only become colder in this low temperature climate.

"Follow me, be careful of your feet and your surroundings." Cha Wenbin said in a low voice, and after making a forward gesture, the three brothers began to move forward tremblingly.

Maybe the soil on the ground has been frozen and the flowers have bloomed, and the sound of "Gla, Gela" is made when the footsteps step on it, which is extremely strange in this quiet environment, and only this voice keeps reminding each other, They are the only living creatures here.

This land is said to be a road, but it is not.This is a flat space about the size of a coffin. White cobblestones of similar size and shape are distributed on this flat ground, with regular lines leading to the center.And where they are now is in the middle of two pebbles.

A total of four diagonal lines evenly divide the flat ground, which is about the same size as the base of the coffin, into eight parts. The top of these eight parts should correspond to eight doors, and the intersection point in the middle is where they are going, because Not far from the center, there is a crystal clear thing shining brightly.This is like a huge diamond beckoning to you on a rocky beach, and people will instinctively determine that it is the target.

Zha Wenbin pointed to the middle, and made a movement to move forward. The distance here is only 30 meters by visual inspection. If you want to sprint to run, it will take only a few seconds, but it is such a section that seems to be within reach. The road made them fall into the endless abyss.

Before he had taken three steps, Cha Wenbin stopped. Chaozi behind him thought he had discovered something, so he poked his head halfway out. With just one glance, he saw what he wanted to see most in his life. person: his mother!

He Yichao's mother, Mrs. Wang, was buried on the hillside of Wangzhuang by Cha Wenbin.At this time, she was smiling and waving to Chaozi on the ground not far away, holding his favorite sweet-scented osmanthus cake in her hand.

In the past, Mrs. Wang always went to her hometown Wangzhuang with Mr. He in the golden autumn season, where sweet-scented osmanthus was the most abundant.The old lady would collect a lot of flowers, take them home, dry them and grind them into powder, and then make osmanthus cakes for He Yichao.In the years when he went to Tibet to serve as a soldier, the old lady never left behind. She always prepared and mailed it to him, so that he could taste the taste of home.This is this kind of familiar and warm question that I haven't smelled since Mrs. Wang left, but now, the almost tangy scent of sweet-scented osmanthus makes Chaozi intoxicated.

By the way, Zhuo Xiong also saw that the two of them were silent, so he dared not be careless, so he poked Chaozi's back, wanting to ask him what's wrong.

When there was no response, he poked a second time. Chaozi slowly turned his head and smiled at him, and the smile was ugly.At some point, he had a snowy tarantula the size of a plate in his hand, and half of this tarantula's body was gone. , bang" sound, but when Zhuo Xiong saw the spider legs showing from time to time by Chaozi's lips, he was completely stunned. . . . . .

"Brother Wenbin, super boy, he's crazy!" Zhuo Xiong quickly pushed Cha Wenbin's back, but no matter how he shook, Cha Wenbin didn't respond at all.Zhuo Xiong was anxious, so he pulled Cha Wenbin's body back violently. The face that had been distorted to the extreme almost didn't let Zhuo Xiong's soul fly away: Cha Wenbin was bleeding from all seven orifices, especially the staring one that was as big as a light bulb. Under the eyes, two lines of blood and tears are slowly falling.

Zha Wenbin said that this place is a dead place, so it is definitely not as calm as it seems, but no one expected that the danger would come so quickly.

Zhuo Xiong's first reaction was that these two people had been recruited, and he had to quickly find a way to drag them out. It was only a few steps from here to the entrance where they came down, so it had to be done immediately.He patted off the half of the tarantula in Chaozi's hand, dragged him back, and after only one step, he felt that a hand from behind had patted his shoulder.

"Who?" Zhuo Xiong didn't turn his head, but shouted loudly, and the hand disappeared immediately.Just when he was about to drag Chaozi again, another hand was put on his shoulder. This time, he could clearly feel the strength of that hand clasping him and the icy temperature from the palm.

"Ghost shoulder" was the first word that came to Zhuo Xiong's mind. He grew up at the foot of Mount Qingcheng, and he has heard quite a lot about such strange things.It is said that there are three sun lamps on a person's body, which are located on the sides of the shoulders and on the top of the head, which are also the lamps of life.If you are walking on a deserted road, you suddenly feel someone put your shoulder on your left shoulder. When you turn to the right, the life lamp on the right will go out instantly. The lights went out instantly.The three lamps of life complement each other, as long as one of them is extinguished, it will most likely become a scapegoat for the thing on your shoulders.The only thing you can do is don't ask or look back, just let it go, as long as the lamp of life stays on, there is nothing you can do about it.

Zhuo Xiong took a deep breath, still clasped his shoulder with that hand, and drove Chao Zi back.After taking another step back, he felt a hand on both shoulders, and a huge force grabbed him and pulled him back vigorously. He knew that if he turned around, he would surely die. . . . . .