The general's favorite husband's daily life

is a statue.

The statue only has an upper body, and the lower body is a stone pillar. The stone pillar is very rough, and it can only be seen that there are a few unknown patterns carved on it, and it is impossible to see what the specific hint is.The depiction of the upper body is lifelike, dressed as a soldier, especially the facial features, which are carved very finely.The stone-carved soldier was still holding a sword in his hand, but the sword was a real sword, with a cold light shining from the blade.

After this thing attacked for the first time, it froze for a moment, as if checking the surroundings.Neither He Jiangchu nor Yan Qingzhuo dared to move, they just stared at it.It waited for a while, then retracted the sword to its side, returning to the appearance that a statue should have.

He Jiangchu looked at this thing and thought, no wonder the two of them were careful and cautious just now, but they almost caught fire.The two of them were only focused on guarding against the living, and they didn't care about this dead thing at all.

When a living person is close, it is inevitable that there will always be some anger, such as breathing, body temperature, and even the air flow caused by walking.But who can be prepared for this kind of dead thing staying close by and being caught off guard?

Yan Qingzhuo still felt a little dazed looking at the scene in front of him, staring blankly at this thing that almost peeled off a layer of his skin just now.

This thing seems to be the norm now, it stays where it is, silently.It's as if what happened just now has nothing to do with it.

He Jiangchu looked at Yan Qingzhuo's expression, and suggested, "This thing may be similar to those figurines holding umbrellas. Hey, do you remember figurines holding umbrellas? I told you that there are mandarin ducks in Tongcheng."

Yan Qingzhuo reluctantly recalled what He Jiangchu had told him about the experience of the mandarin duck tomb. It seemed that he had indeed mentioned such a thing as the figurine holding an umbrella.

It's just that when I got here, what I held in my hand was not an umbrella, but a sword.

Yan Qingzhuo never took his eyes off the statue, for fear that this thing would attack suddenly again, but after watching for a while, he found that this thing didn't seem to intend to continue to attack.Just stood there stupidly.

Yan Qingzhuo: "How did this thing break?"

While Yan Qingzhuo asked, he moved a step, wanting to take a closer look at this thing.Unexpectedly, the foot just moved, but in an instant, the sword struck again, this time it was not a horizontal slash, but a straight stab.Pointing directly at Yan Qingzhuo's chest.

In order to avoid it, Yan Qingzhuo had to move sideways.But the sword of that thing seemed to have eyes, Yan Qingzhuo turned sideways, and its sword also adjusted accordingly, approaching in an instant.

Although the movement of the statue is simpler, it is either chopping, chopping, or stabbing.But for some reason, as if he had eyes, he could accurately feel Yan Qingzhuo's position every time.

He Jiangchu stayed on the guardrail stone, although he was not affected, but watching Yan Qingzhuo's side was full of dangers, the soft silk in his hand tied the tail of the Ghost Rain Knife, and flew directly to lock the statue's "wrist".

He Jiangchu shouted, "Back!"

Yan Qingzhuo immediately took advantage of the moment when He Jiangchu controlled the thing, and left the attacking range of the statue in a few steps.

But as soon as he stood still, another sword slashed over - there are countless statues like this on this road.Yan Qingzhuo just got out of this tiger's den and entered that wolf's den.

He Jiangchu's soft silk wrapped around the statue's wrist, and the two faced a stalemate.Although soft silk is not ordinary, but in the end there is still a limit.The statue's "hand" didn't stop being bound by He Jiangchu, it just stopped for a while, and then it took the sword and planned to attack again.

Facing such strength, how could he hold back Chu Yunshang's Anjin.

The two sides refused to give in to each other, although it was just a scene of lightning and flint, but the strength of a thousand catties was tied to this soft silk.

There was a slight "pop".

The soft silk broke at the sound, and the two sides of the soft silk - the statue with a thousand catties of strength, cut into the other guardrail stone on one side with a sword, and the sword was deeply embedded in the stone pier, making a lot of noise, accompanied by A lot of gravel splashed indiscriminately.

He Jiangchu lost his balance. He was originally standing on the guardrail stone at the edge of the city wall. When the soft thread broke, it was too late to withdraw his strength. He lost his balance and fell down the city wall.

Yan Qingzhuo was taken aback, the city wall was at least four or five feet long.It would be better if He Jiang Chu flew down with light kungfu on weekdays, and he would have broken his leg if he fell down so unprepared.

Yan Qingzhuo's "General!!" was almost in his throat, and he was choked by himself—this is Shengxian City.It's so weird, yelling may cause trouble.

Yan Qingzhuo barely got rid of the statue that was entangled with him here, and flew up to the guardrail stone where He Jiangchu was waiting just now.look down.

But the night was dark, and he stood on the edge of the city wall and looked down for a long time, but he couldn't see anything.Not to mention that there was no sound - not even the sound of He Jiangchu falling to the ground.

Yan Qingzhuo was deeply concerned, only hesitated for a moment, and then decided to go down and have a look.

The statue over there has its sword embedded in the stone and is trying to pull it out. The sound of "clicking clicked clicked", as if a mechanical gadget made on the street got stuck.No threat for now.

He Jiangchu's ghost rain knife and half of soft silk were still hanging on the statue's wrist.

Yan Qingzhuo then approached the statue with a knife - anyway, the statue is stuck now, and there is no threat.Yan Qingzhuo raised the knife in his hand and chopped off the statue's "arm".

As soon as the arm was severed, the statue seemed to have gained freedom, and it directly slashed towards Yan Qingzhuo - but it was unarmed, only a stumped arm less than ten inches long swung it.

Yan Qingzhuo glanced at the broken arm, and let it still gesticulate at him one by one, and went to remove He Jiangchu's Ghost Rain Knife and half of the soft silk nailed to his arm, and then He turned around and took the Flying Tiger Claw, fixed it on the city wall, and followed the rope down the city wall.

After getting down the city wall, Yan Qingzhuo didn't call out He Jiangchu's name to be cautious. He listened to the movement first, but he didn't know if He Jiangchu fainted when he fell down, and there was no sound around him.

Yan Qingzhuo had no choice but to start searching slowly.

But after searching for a long time, there was no result.If Yan Qingzhuo hadn't seen this person fall with his own eyes, I'm afraid he would have wondered if he had found the wrong place.

It took a while, but after all, no one was found.

Yan Qingzhuo frowned, and stopped groping around like a chicken without a head.The search just now has already searched all the possible landing areas, and there is no need to look at the farther range.

There are only two possibilities because there is no one below. One is that He Jiangchu was not injured when he fell down, and has already left on his own-but this is almost impossible.Even if He Jiangchu was really not injured, it was impossible for him to disappear completely without a word of greeting.

In this way, there is only the second possibility, there is probably something tricky under the city wall.