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57.Chapter Fifty Seven
As soon as Xuan Ji approached the waters, began to feel palpitations, before he could react, he grabbed the fish swimming in front of him.
Sheng Lingyuan immediately waved his hand to withdraw the puppet technique, weak energy flowed away from the fish, The school of fish gathered together looked at each other inexplicably, and disbanded on the spot. Fortunately, It is said that this group of fishes have only seven seconds of memory, and they may also be used to this "who am I, where am I" state, drifted away very contentedly.
Xuan Ji squeezed the jumping sea fish, her first reaction was: "Sheng Lingyuan is nearby!"
Then he was stunned again: "How did I know?"
He had only seen the so-called "puppet technique" in Wu Ren? V's retreat. "At that time, it felt like "supernatural skill, doubtful whether it is true or false". "As for the principle, did not understand at all. There is also no evidence to prove that similar puppetry can be used on lower vertebrates. So the question is, why does he have the idea that "someone is using puppetry to manipulate fish schools"?
"This fish is not delicious, I belong to the water system, Believe me! Go back and ask you to eat Bawang seafood." The king team leaned in and shouted again and again, pointing to the tomb of the high mountain prince underfoot, "Don't be stunned, this is again What the hell?"
The magical shark’s language casts a slender vortex in the seawater, with a diameter of about twenty centimeters. The seawater within that range rotates clockwise rapidly, and the thrown bubbles are attached to the outside, like a seawater condensed out of thin air. Rope" to show them the way.
At this time, a section of this "sea rope" was held on Xuan Ji's wrist, and one end went into the tomb, tracking Yan Qiushan.
Xuan Ji looked along the sea rope and blurted out: "It's a cemetery with clouds in the mountains."
After speaking, he was stunned again-what high mountains and clouds?
His heart beat faster, as if he had switched on the shock gear, and glanced down at the heart rate on the sports bracelet-it was approaching one hundred and sixty beats per minute.
"Who?" The Wang team asked, "It sounds like a Japanese friend, how did you bury this?"
At this time, Gu Yuexi and Zhang Zhao also followed. Gu Yuexi glanced at the entrance of the tomb, the bubble shook suddenly, and the whole person bounced up in horror.
"A lot of corpses! There are all dead bodies under the cave entrance!"
The king team immediately asked: "How many?"
"Uncountable!" Gu Yuexi shook her head, "I can't see my head at a glance."
As a see-through eye, Comrade Gu Yuexi's naked eye vision is 5.3-not higher, because the eye chart is drawn to this point. When performing the task, her highest record is that the line of sight has penetrated nearly 800 meters of the mountain.
The Wang team had never heard the words "you can't see your head" in her mouth.
At this moment, the sea rope on Xuan Ji's wrist suddenly tightened. The tomb of the high mountain princes may have been angered by waves of intruders. The bottom of the sea vibrated and the entrance of the tomb began to slowly close.
"Wait!" Team Wang was startled, "Zhang Zhao, stop first..."
Before Zhang Zhao took out the stopwatch, Xuan Ji's body moved before his brain made a decision. A few coins flicked out of his fingertips, ignoring the resistance of the sea, just inserted into the four corners of the tomb, just listening. With a deep sigh, a faint stream of light flowed through the complicated lines at the entrance of the tomb, and the vibrating tomb was frozen there.
The Wang team blinked and glanced at Xuan Ji in amazement. Through the air bubbles, his face was beaten pale by the sea water and the lighting equipment in their hands. The lines of the skin were all hidden, only the ups and downs of the bones were highlighted, Xuan Ji's profile face. The outline was clear. For a moment, the Wang team felt that he was far away, like a stone statue left in the silhouette of time.
Xuan Ji made a "follow me" gesture at them, flipped a few coins at his fingertips, and was about to dive into the tomb.
"Director Xuan," Wang Ze couldn't help calling him, "Our Yan team... If there is something wrong with our Yan team... it's not incomprehensible. Can you please help him out?"
Xuan Ji clenched her fist against her chest, as if trying to jam the beating heart, and said with some difficulty: "What is the side of the Internet? I am caught by you every day as a part-time field office. Do you still have to be a part-time judge now? ?"
Wang Ze stayed for a while.
"We are here to find people," Xuan Ji sighed, "as long as he hasn't done anything irreparable."
But if he is like Bi Chunsheng, he is no longer a human...
Moving bricks is billed by piece, and accountants and lawyers are billed by workload. Even if you resign, the work you have done before will still count.
But "heroes" are not. This line of business cannot be retired halfway through, and cannot be changed halfway. Otherwise, all the past, not only will not be regarded as merits, but have become faults, and will be liquidated.
Xuan Ji went down the tomb passage.
In the coral bush behind them, a small fish spitting bubbles showed its head and stared at the tomb crossing.
Sheng Lingyuan frowned--the little demon was too keen, and he didn't dare to let the fish get too close, so he didn't see it very clearly. He only felt that Xuan Ji had broken the formation at the crossing of the Gaoshan Prince's tomb.
But at that moment, Sheng Lingyuan knew by himself that no one else was present when he sealed the tomb passage.
How did Xuan Ji know where the front line was?
By the way, Yan Qiushan and a few of them were in a daze in the underwater cemetery. After a few of them jumped off the boat, they have not been able to get rid of the cannibalistic "crystal wall". The underwater tomb passage seems to be alive and keeps changing its course, no matter how far they swim or how fast they swim, when they turn, that side The crystal wall that swallowed their boat always came back to them, black hole, waiting for them to throw themselves into the net,
At this moment, the scalp of the snakeskin, one of the legs of the puppet girl, the flippers on the Yan Qiushan diving suit... have all been sucked in by the crystal wall.
When he encountered the crystal wall again, the blind man didn't brake in time, and he accidentally ran across the wall, and his right hand was suddenly bitten by the wall.
The blind man yelled, and the snakeskin jumped back in fright, and was hitting the puppet girl who had a poor balance with one leg missing, and the two bounced out together.
At this moment, a deep sigh came from the depths of the tomb path, and the blind man was in a daze-the force he was dragging into the wall desperately ceased.
Snake skin murmured: "What, what's wrong?"
"Stop." The blind man was stunned, and tried to pull his hand out, "Help...help me."
Snake skin and the puppet girl responded, and pulled out the blind man like a radish, but Yan Qiushan looked up into the tomb—the white and miserable shark lamp illuminated the corpses of various shapes like those in a shop window. The model, don't know who designed it, but at a glance, it reveals a weird and cruel beauty.
The whole tomb is like an exhibition of transparent specimens, displaying the greed of the past three thousand years.
But in the deep tomb passage, there was no shark lamp, it was pitch black, showing gloomy and ominous. Yan Qiushan hesitated for a moment, holding the shark lantern he broke off the wall, and dived there carefully.
At a distance of about two kilometers, he came to the end of the shark's lamp column, where there was no light, there was still something in the stone wall, but it was arranged more neatly.
Yan Qiushan raised the shark's lamp for a light, kicked his legs in horror, and drifted back several meters-only to see that in the rock wall without light, the intruders with scared expressions were no longer sealed, but one by one. child!
The eldest of those children looked at twelve or thirteen years old, and the youngest might be the age they could just walk away. The boy was on the left hand side and the girl was on the right hand side. They lined up two rows peacefully, with their hands folded on their lower abdomen, like a row of realistic dolls.
The boys are bare-chested and barefoot, while the girls have a little gown on them, and 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, which are a circle of unknown text. .
The voice of the puppet girl came from the walkie talkie in the headgear of his diving suit. The puppet girl said: "Tattoos are written by Gaoshan people. These children should be people from the Gaoshan people."
The puppet girl and Snake Skin rescued the blind man without any risk, and the three of them followed together. The puppet girl turned out the map of the tomb of the alpine prince—the half of the map cut by the blind was protected by drops of water, and it was not wet at all. In addition to the ancient Chinese characters, there is also a text like pattern accessories on the picture, which is very similar to the tattoos on the small corpse.
"What is this? Is it funeral? To kill such a small child?" Snakeskin looked astounding, "Didn't it mean that the high mountain prince was killed by Martial Emperor Sheng Xiao? Our ancestors are really awesome. Look at this method of cutting grass and roots. 'Paraquat in the world'!"
The puppet girl said: "These children should not have been killed by the emperor. Qingping Division has recorded that the nobles in the mountains, like the human race, built the cemetery before they were alive. Although the emperor cut the mountains and the clouds, he wanted to follow him for many years. The whole body was left for him and buried in the cemetery prepared by the prince of the mountain. This should be the tradition of the mountain people. It is said that after their cemetery is built, the people who are to be buried must be filled in first and let them'warm the house'. ."
Yan Qiushan's gaze swept across the faces of the children, his face sinking like water, and asked: "So, the high mountain prince we are going to summon is a person who takes a child as a burial?"
"At that time, the social environment was like this. In the past, women still had their feet tied up. Feudal dross. Everyone asked for common ground while reserving differences." Snakeskin swam forward casually. "Aren't they all for Red Abyss? Let's go. Too much."
Yan Qiushan's throat moved and followed reluctantly: "If you want to rekindle Red Abyss, can you only rely on this...this..."
"There are too many things you can't understand, aren't you tired, Team Yan?" The blind man interrupted him, "I don't want to repair your sword anymore? The secret of the sword spirit can't be understood better than the Gaoshan people."
Yan Qiushan said, "Is there only one mountain man in the world?"
"That's not true," said the blind man, "but he is the only one who knows the whereabouts of the last batch of god soldiers, and not everyone can be awakened by the gloomy sacrificial text."
The puppet girl asked curiously: "What do you mean?"
"The gloomy sacrificial text is not a resurrection technique, girl, it is impossible to bring the dead back to life," the blind man said, "it can only wake up the immortal ‘devil’, so that the devil cannot survive."
Puppet Girl: "Human demons are only recorded in Qingpingsi's ancient scrolls. I thought it was a legend."
"Red Abyss has been sealed for three thousand years, the human race dominates the world, and the spiritual energy of the world is exhausted. Now these hopeless younger generations do not have the qualifications to degenerate into demons. If you become crazy like Bi Chunsheng, you can only become a'human candle'. Without Red Abyss, there would be no new "human demon" born in the world. The Red Abyss fire cannot be lighted by humans, so we can only use the power of these ancient human demon...ah."
The blind man suddenly stopped.
At the end of the narrow tomb, there was a huge "crystal wall" in which a male corpse was sealed.
The male corpse was well preserved, as if he was asleep, even his eyelashes were visible. He was dressed differently from the small corpses buried with him, and more like the Central Plains human race. From his face, he was in his thirties, not too old, but his mouth was drooping, his eyebrows were wrinkled, and he had a vicissitudes of life, and he was still full of worry after death.
"Is this... the tomb owner?"
"It should be, look at his belt!" Snake skin leaned forward, pointing to a waist tag on the belt of the male corpse and said, "Gao Shan Weiyun was sent to the emperor by the mountain king to be his entourage when he was alive. The word'Weiyun'...Tsk, it's different from what I imagined. I thought that this alpine nobleman was exploiting the people every day, and he must be full of brains. Why does this one look miserable?"
"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. The turn of the night is eleven o'clock. We have to hurry up-Team Yan, you are ready ?"
Yan Qiushan's cheeks tightened.
The puppet girl asked: "How to write sacrificial texts under the water?"
The blind man made a gesture at the snakeskin, and the snakeskin took out the jar of shark human blood from the drop of water. He probably had a psychological shadow, this time he had a long memory, and he was careful not to touch it with his hands.
The blind man folded his hands, made a strange gesture, and said something silently in his mouth: "Get up--"
Following his voice, those clay pots floated up and flew to the rock wall that sealed the mountain prince.
Blind man: "Get out of the way!"
Everyone has seen the terrible place of Shark’s blood, and collectively backed away, the blind drank in a low voice, and all the clay pots hit the stone wall at the same time, and a large amount of Shark’s blood was splashed on the stone wall and quickly condensed, tightly on the stone wall. Adhering to a layer, it is insoluble in water!
The stone wall enclosing the high mountain prince seemed to have been painted with a layer of blood-colored paint, which was extremely uniform. The man behind the stone wall was hidden in the blood-colored color. The bright red color was particularly shocking under the shark’s lamp. The blind man turned to Yan Qiushan: "Team Yan, to You, before midnight, you are going to carve the gloomy sacrificial text on the blood of the shark with a knife. Did you bring the dagger?"
Yan Qiushan moved his throat, clenched the 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 drew 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 time, someone shouted at the tomb crossing: "Team Yan, don't!"
The sound wave flew out of the bubble directly, crashed into the sea, and flew towards Yan Qiushan, Fengshen arrived!
However, it was too late, and Yan Qiushan's dagger fell on the blood of Yuren, marking the first stroke.
A huge bubble was generated and diffused from the place where the knife fell, wrapping Yan Qiushan and the mountain prince together, separating them from others, Wang Ze rushed over, but was bounced heavily by the bubble——
The blind man sneered loudly, "What are you, and want to interrupt the gloomy sacrifice?"
However, Yan Qiushan suddenly turned around, looked at Wang Ze in the blood red, and actually smiled at him.
Wang Ze scratched his hand and foot to block his enchantment, almost mad: "You can still laugh? Are you a fool! Yan Qiushan! Are you worthy of Zhichun! Zhichun Bai is dead, and you are not safe after death, you ..."
Yan Qiushan shook his head at him, glanced at the blind man, and suddenly asked without walking in front of the village and behind the shop: "There shouldn't be many of the ‘Ancient Demon’s you’re talking about, right?"
The blind man was taken aback: "What do you mean?"
"That's good," Yan Qiushan laughed, "Thank you for leading the way."
His voice fell, and the dagger in his hand suddenly stretched out, and sparks hit the stone wall, and he quickly stroked the stone wall, but it was not a gloomy sacrificial text——
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