Mountains and seas close at hand

"What the hell is this!"

"Brother, they are floating over here! What should we do?"

"Idiot, don't touch it with your hands!"

"Old man!" Song Banyan roared, took off the wine bag hanging on his body, and threw it over with a wave of his hand, "Go on!"

Manaski raised his long arm and grabbed the wine bag in his hand.He opened his mouth to bite off the wine cork, raised his head and took a big gulp.The other hand took out the matchbox and lit it with a "stab".

"--boom!"

The panicked gangster fired a shot, and the atmosphere of panic spread instantly, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" There were successive gunshots.

Manaski spewed out the strong wine, and the flame on the matchstick instantly turned into a tongue of flame. With a "boom", all the black threads licked by the tongue of fire turned into ashes.The road leading to the entrance of the skull cave was cleared, and Manaski raised his legs and was about to rush over.

He took a step forward, and just as he leaned forward, he immediately realized that something was wrong.In the distance, those black threads floating randomly in the air like plankton, seemed to be swept by the air current, rushing towards him quickly.

Manaski stopped immediately.

Suddenly, a strange thing happened, Heisi seemed to lose his target, and returned to the previous state of wandering and wandering.

Song Banyan also noticed this. Only her shoulders were exposed outside the cave, but at this moment her hands were lying on the white skeleton, and she didn't dare to move.

She could indeed slide down directly from the entrance of the cave, but the black silk that was attracted would definitely gather at the entrance of the cave, and might even follow her underground.

If so, that's bad.

Song Banyan slowly raised his head and looked at Manaski.

Manaschi flicked his wrist slightly, shaking the wine bag, he probably didn't even take a sip of the spirits inside.He smiled at Song Banyan, moved his lips, and silently said two words: "It's gone."

The two faced each other in silence, and the noisy noise of the gangsters outside turned into panicked cries in an instant——

"Third brother, third child! Wake up, third child."

"Ah, it's coming, me, me, me..."

"Brother, what should I do!"

"Don't make noise, follow me!"

The sound of hurried footsteps just sounded, and the sounds of "plop" and "plop" came one after another.The screams and cries rose instantly, and the secret room almost exploded for a while.

From the noise to the dead silence, it took less than 1 minute.This deeply buried secret room has returned to its appearance hundreds of years ago, as if it had been left behind in time.

Beads of sweat rolled from the corners of his forehead to the corners of his eyes, and Song Banyan didn't dare to raise his hands to rub his sore eyes.Her body was stiff, and even her breathing was compressed to the lightest...Exhale...Inhale...Exhale...

"Half smoke?"

Suddenly Bai Xunhua's soft call came from below, and Song Banyan was startled, wondering if it was an illusion, the black threads in the air seemed to move in unison.Song Banyan stared intently for a few seconds, holding his breath, and found that the black silk was indeed gradually gathering.

Her heart tightened, and she quickly replied in a low voice: "It's okay."

After she finished speaking, she immediately winked at old man Manaschi, signaling the two to move at the same time, shortening the time for Heisi to approach.

Manaski nodded slightly, and slowly lifted the wine bag.Heisi was like a dog that smelled blood, and gathered around agitatedly.Manaski tried his best to keep his movements light, swallowed the last bit of wine, and then smiled at Song Banyan.

Song Banyan raised the corners of his lips, and slowly took a deep breath.

Even if he stood still, the black smoke formed by the black silk was gradually approaching, and there was no time left.

Song Banyan gripped the climbing rope tightly, raised his elbows and retracted into the cave.But who knew that with such a small movement, Hei Yan suddenly doubled his speed, leaving only one meter away from Song Banyan's head!

Song Banyan was startled, and didn't dare to move immediately.

She looked at Manaski, and saw that the old man was frowning tightly, his expression extremely displeased.

Song Banyan was very helpless, knowing that it was wrong for him to change his plan suddenly, but in the current situation, he would die if he moved.Besides, it's fine if I die, but...

Thinking of Bai Xunhua, Song Banyan didn't dare to make a move.

Manaski rolled his eyes and urged her to act quickly.

Song Banyan gritted his teeth to death, his cheeks were so tight that he couldn't make up his mind.She always does what she wants in life, and does everything she wants.Whether you gain or lose, life is pleasant and death is easy.

But when she woke up from the walnut bed holding the blue quilt, everything became different.

Maybe earlier, from that vague memory of the police station...

Meet someone, get to know her, get close to her.

Talk to her, hold hands with her, kiss her trembling eyelashes.

Go to Tiannan, go to Haibei, go where you want to go, walk through the streets covered with phoenix leaves, climb to the terrace of skyscrapers, smell the smell of hot pot in the air, and look at the majestic Kunlun together.

Most of the time, we love each other, and occasionally we quarrel, and we immediately regret it.

Get upset, say harsh words, and never really want to leave.

Maybe there is a better love, but this is already what I want, the best time together.

Song Banyan bit her lip, lowered her eyes and smiled softly.

With a flick of a finger, although the speed slowed down, the black smoke was still reduced by another third.Apparently, people's movements are only for acceleration. These weird black threads are born with the instinct to seek.

Song Banyan looked up at Manaski apologetically, and said softly, "Old man, yes..."

Manaski's face changed drastically, and he didn't care about it, and rushed towards him suddenly.Song Banyan was caught off guard, and before he could stop him, he saw that he was already rushing in front of him.

"--puff!"

With the last sip of strong wine, the flames blazed above Song Banyan's head, the dazzling light made her unable to open her eyes, and then the black shadow struck.Song Banyan suddenly felt a weight on the top of his head, and his eyes were instantly pitch black, only to hear——

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There seemed to be a battle drum above his head, and Song Banyan was dizzy with the sound of the "dong dong dong" drum beating, and he didn't want to think about anything for a while.

Manaski stuck tightly to the ground, blocking the skull hole with his chest.At the same time, he felt the cold gossamer attached to the back of his hands, neck, and ankles, and penetrated into his hair, ears, nose, and even eyes.

At the same time, he felt the fluffy and warm head pressed against his chest again, and heard her choked sobs, whimpering indistinctly like a child: "Old man..."

The name of the Han people is really strange.

Imam, He Zhuo, they are masters.

No more, no more masters, the heroes of the Han people drove away He Zhuo and defeated the landlords.

"Master! Sir? Did you hear me?"

Hear, hear, hear.Manaschi thought in a trance: The old man is very nice...I really like this group of children...What a wonderful child.

He suddenly shook his spirits, like a dying lion, let out a roar from his chest: "Everything has changed a lot!"

Song Banyan couldn't bear it any longer, tears welled up in his eyes, and wept bitterly: "Only...only the...epics left by our ancestors are still...still passed down from generation to generation."

The author has something to say: If heroes don't die, civilization will never die.

Civilization is immortal, and the history songs of heroes must be passed down from generation to generation.