Millennium drunk

"Then what are you going to do? You don't want to hit the road, and you stand here talking non-stop. Could it be that you will know how to get over it after talking more?" His mind was full, and even his tone was no longer cowardly as before: "Everyone is afraid of death, right? If they are afraid of death, they all go away. I want to knock a piece down to see if it is true that you will die if you touch it! It's okay, you go over, all the jade in front of you is mine! How about it?"

"Okay, as long as you can break the organ, it's all yours."

"You are all respectable people on this road, so what you say is what you say!"

After speaking, Montaigne picked up a Luoyang shovel and walked towards the edge of the jade.Lan Zui looked at Yu Chen, this time the two tacitly did not stop, but gave the surrounding people a wink and retreated into the golden forest, turned around and ran away when there was a sound.

It's not that I think what Montaigne said is right, but that there is really nothing I can do.Montaigne was right about one thing, they couldn't afford to delay here, there had to be a decision between life and death.Since someone who is not afraid of death took the initiative to go to mine, there was really no need for them to stop it.

Montaigne's eyes are only on those beautifully polished jades, so he doesn't pay attention to other people.He is not afraid, but he can't let go of the huge wealth at his fingertips, so it is very slow to walk and stop three times, looking left and right.But the total distance is only five or six steps, no matter how slow you are, you will always arrive.Montaigne stood blankly at the edge where the tree root meets the jade stone, raised the Luoyang shovel in his hand, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and was about to smash it down.

"Guess, hit it!" (Brother, wait a minute!)

Just as everyone was holding their breath and waiting for the result, Montaigne's move was stopped by a crisp voice.

No one understood what this sentence meant, but Montaigne did.What stopped him was the native dialect he had listened to for more than ten years, and the speaker was naturally Meng Zheng.

"Gannon, Naimo wants to stop me!" (What are you doing, you want to stop me too!)

Meng Tian turned his head and glared at Meng Zheng who was speaking sullenly, but in fact he was relieved, and took advantage of the situation to put Luoyang shovel down.There were beads of water dripping from his forehead, and Montaigne wiped it with his hand, only to find that his forehead was full of bean-sized beads of sweat at some point, and his heart was beating like it was about to fly out of his mouth.

"No." (No) Mengzheng shook his head, lowered his head and hesitated for a long time as if he was thinking about something, and after a while he continued: "Don't worry, the forehead will fall." (Don't knock, I might know the way to the past .)

Montaigne froze for a moment, opened his eyes wide and looked at Mengzheng carefully, but Mengzheng's expression was very serious, he didn't even look at him with the usual smile, and his round eyes looked at the emptiness in the middle of the jade lake It was pitch black, with an expressionless face, which made Montaigne completely unable to understand what the simple cousin he brought out was thinking.

"...Zunge?" (Really?)

Montaigne was dubious, the old man surnamed Chen insisted on bringing Mengzheng to the tomb as soon as he saw the book left by Mengzheng's parents. Could it be that this girl who has never been out of the mountains before really knows something that others don't? s things?That being the case, why not let her try, anyway, I won't be at a disadvantage!

Thinking of this, Montaigne's expression suddenly softened, and the Luoyang shovel was thrown to his feet: "Well, let's ask." (Okay, you come.)

Others could not understand the conversation between Montaigne and Mengzheng at all, they could only listen to Lei Wu looking back and forth between the two of them.Seeing Mengzheng say a few words and Mengtian actually throwing away Luoyang, Lan Zui was a little puzzled and annoyed, before he had time to ask, he saw Mengzheng walking out of the woods, crossing Mengtian and stepping on the jade stone.

Mengzheng's military boots stepped on the jade, making a clear and crisp sound, which was really pleasant.But the sound fell into Lan Zui's ears, but it was like a reminder, and cold sweat broke out immediately.Mengzheng's move was beyond everyone's expectation, no one thought of it, let alone stop it.By the time Mengzheng stepped on the jade, it was already too late.

"Mengzheng, you don't want to die! Come back!" Although Bai Suhe hated this silly little girl, it was impossible to just sit back and watch her die.Even though she didn't know how dangerous this jade was, she had made several trips to and from the edge of life and death along the way, and after listening to Lan Zui and the others for a long time, she knew it in her heart.Seeing Mengzheng stepping on the jade stone actively, Bai Suhe was angry and impatient. She really didn't know what was growing on Mengzheng's neck, something Lan Zuiyuchen and the others didn't dare to touch, and she even took the initiative to pounce on it. It's so boring!

Bai Suhe ran out to pull him back, but now she couldn't even walk steadily, let alone run, and Lan Zui grabbed her from behind just after taking two steps.Lan Zui also looked at Meng Zheng, but his expression was very strange.The reason to hold Bai Suhe back is because Mengzheng has gone to the middle now, and it's too late to go there. If the mechanism is triggered, Bai Suhe will follow her to death in vain.On the other hand, Lan Zui always felt that something was not right after Mengzheng entered this Concubine Lan's mausoleum, and she was nagging, especially the way she looked just now, she seemed to be a different person.

Is it a ghost?

Lan Zui secretly guessed, but felt that it was impossible.With Jun Yihuang and Bai Suhe around, it's impossible for Meng Zheng to recruit them both without realizing it.They didn't find any human sacrifices along the way. If there is a ghost here, the most likely is He Lanfu, the owner of the tomb, but how could He Lanfu take the initiative to lead them through the jade lake in front of him to steal his own tomb?

Lan Zui was thinking all kinds of things, Meng Zheng had already walked forward more than ten steps without anyone stopping him.The circle around the jade seems to have the same structure, and it makes the same sound when stepped on.It's just that when Mengzheng continued to take a step forward, the originally flat and consistent voice suddenly rose to a completely different rhythm.

Mengzheng was startled, retracted his feet and bowed his head for a while, then took another step, and then stopped moving forward, but moved sideways in small steps.

The sound of stepping on each step is slightly different, the difference is faint but can be heard.Everyone's hearts were raised in their throats, watching Mengzheng strolling on the jade stone with his head down.After walking straight for about ten steps, Mengzheng suddenly stood still, stretched out his foot again and stepped on the jade stone, and the jade stone immediately responded with a crisp echo.

Mengzheng raised her head suddenly, looked at the darkness ahead, and stepped on it without hesitation.

The melodious and coherent sound was continuously issued as the Mengzheng trampled on the jade, interwoven into a melodious vocal music that echoed in the darkness.Mengzheng kept moving on the jade, and the diffused light from the torch could only reveal a figure. Lan Zui and the others vaguely saw a trance-like shadow hovering above the jade.Turning around, dancing sleeves, protruding waist, kicking feet, every movement is just right, Mengzheng's gray face is covered by darkness, only the slender body is weak and boneless, dancing lightly on the jade.Mengzheng's gestures and gestures are slightly jerky, but it does not diminish its charm at all. The night is shimmering, and the gorgeous beauty is even more desolate and lonely, just like a long-lost peerless beauty who can only spend the long night alone with dancing, squandering like water The past spring.

Light as a frightened bird, like a swimming dragon, Lingbo is reborn, graceful and graceful.

Peerless beauty, but that's it!