Ancient Sword II: The Tracking of the Fierce Mountain

Chapter 120 Seven: Ambush

For a woman who sacrificed blood, and her husband had just died, the blood contained only resentment and fear.And feeding on resentment and fear, such a sacrifice will only bring disaster.

The statue of the goddess, who drank the blood, became more and more radiant, until the last mural, the light of the goddess shrouded everyone, including the monks, clansmen, and innocent women who died.

And here is already the left door of the temple.

The murals come to an abrupt end here, what happens after that?

"The statue of the goddess still exists, but the temple has fallen into ruin," Xie Yi said thoughtfully. "If there were sacrifices at the beginning, I'm afraid it would not have been a good result."

Xia Yi agreed: "Nowadays there is no one here, and it has become a 'ghost mountain' in what other people call it. The people who sacrificed it back then, I am afraid that there will be more or less bad luck."

Xie Yi was still a little uncertain: "But if a family is buried here, it shouldn't be just on such a scale."

Since going up the mountain, they have never seen a large-scale tomb. If there is a tribe who lived here, there should be no trace left behind.

Shen Ye said at this moment: "What if it's those clay pots on the beach?"

As soon as these words came out, Xie Yi and Xia Yi were surprised at first, and then fell silent.

I still remember the surprise when I saw those clay pots for the first time.

If they are, the quantity is consistent.

"Grand Master, have you seen those clay pots?" Le Wuyi said, "But the bones in those pots are wrong."

The number of clay pots may be enough to form a tribe, but the bones are not the size of ordinary adults, but more like the size of children's bones.

Shen Ye raised his eyebrows: "You guys also opened it to take a look?"

Le Wuyi blushed, scratched his head and said, "Isn't this a last resort?"

Xie Yi said: "No difference, what did you see?"

What he and Shen Ye saw were the hand bones the size of a child's arm, and the rest of the parts were missing.Le Wuyi and the others gave the same answer: except for the hand bones, the rest were animal bones.

Is it really the same...

But why were the hand bones buried alone?

The hand bone in the clay pot, the severed palm on the pillar by the sea, Xie Yi felt that he had grasped something for a moment, but it was fleeting. Walk.

It's a pity that this idea has not been implemented, and it has been aborted.

Outside the temple, at some point, there was a sound like rain, rustling, and the temple was surrounded in no time.

Looking out from the stone gate, the sun is streaming down, but Lin Tao is still there, but in the hollow holes in the eaves, you can see some things wriggling upwards like long insects.

The upper window was covered, bit by bit, but it was the vines that Shen Ye and others were all too familiar with, and the gray shadows climbed up and covered them silently.

But in a short while, the well-lit temple dimmed, and gradually fell into darkness as the vines piled up.The sunshine at the stone gate of Tuliu was exceptionally bright.

Xia Yi was surprised: "This is, the vines below?" He denied this idea as soon as he finished speaking. This place is also surrounded by forests, and it is normal to have vines all over.

There is an illusion of safety outside the door. At this moment, how many vines surround them?

If you go out, I am afraid that you will be buried in an instant.

Le Wuyi was not besieged by vines before, and just as he was surprised by this, Shen Ye quickly threw a bomb at Xia Yize, leaving one for himself: "The way we dealt with it just now."

It means to blow them up.

Xie Yi was taken aback for a moment, but he disagreed: "A Ye, we have nowhere to hide."

The fire spread, and they were not safe in the center of the flames.

Le Wuyi suddenly agreed, "Master is right, Grand Master, where shall we hide then?"

Shen Ye raised his eyebrows: "Then shall we rush out?"

Xie Yi sighed, he hadn't forgotten the many crises before, so rushing out might be very troublesome.

The number of vines growing in the forest is difficult to estimate, and it is difficult to meet opponents when they come out in full force.

Seeing that Xie Yi stopped talking, Shen Ye knew that he had agreed.

But Le Wuyi was still a little hesitant, he always felt that this was the rhythm of really turning into a roasted bird.

Xia Yi reassured: "The stone wall here is thick enough, it should be able to withstand the flames."

Le Wuyi had a bitter face: "I hope so."

Because he couldn't walk out of the stone gate, Shen Ye stood still at the gate, ignited the bomb calmly, then threw it with his left hand, and swung his sword with his right hand.

There was only a sound of "呯——", the bomb presented a perfect parabola, and the silver light flashed and disappeared into the depths of the forest.

The four of them held their breaths and waited, but in the blink of an eye, there was a loud "bang", and the flames shot up into the sky in an instant, and the ground shook under their feet.

"Meow meow..." Le Wuyi saw the power of the bomb up close for the first time, and couldn't help but be speechless, "That guy Tong is really unexpected."

Xia Yi stepped forward and chose the same method as Shen Ye. The next moment, the forest on the other side was also ablaze.

The billowing heat flowed towards the face, but with the barrier of the stone wall, it was indeed slowed down a lot.

The rock-climbing vines around the temple became restless, as if they had foreseen the danger, they left the window and fell to the ground. "Caracalla", the window made a sound like being strangled.

"Tick."

There was a sound of dripping, and the interior of the temple was once again filled with sunlight.

"Tick."

The outside of the stone gate was also suddenly filled with vines that fell to the ground. They seemed to have scruples about the temple and did not come inside.The four looked at the vine as if it were a living person, struggling and coiling on the ground unable to bear the heat of the flames.

"Tick tock." "Tick tock."

While feeling the hot current, Xie Yi raised his head: "What is that sound..." The moment he saw it clearly, the words stuck in his throat.

"Tick."

"Tick tock." "Tick tock."

On the vault that bulges towards the center, strands of black silk hang down from that spot that is pure and clean.It was a woman's long hair, soft, shiny, and watery.It's a pity that the water was bright red, sliding down the ever-elongating hair, and dripping on the neck of the decapitated beast, gathering blood red.

"This is……"

As if someone had opened the dome, the black hair was getting longer and longer, and there were more and more hair on the top.Finally, a human face appeared upside down in the blackness.It was the face of a mummy, with a layer of wrinkled, frosted skin stuck to the skull. Her chin was extremely sharp, but her frontal bone was wide. The inside of her wide open mouth and hollow eye sockets was pitch black.But that head of hair is as bright as a living person, or rather, it is moistened by blood and becomes softer and smoother.

One face, two faces... There are more and more faces in the black hair.At the level of black hair, what is exposed are the faces of mummies hanging upside down, shriveled and deformed, inlaid on the top of the roof one by one like light bulbs.

And the dripping blood also dyed the beast red almost instantly.

"Cut it off!" Shen Ye preemptively struck the stone statue with his sword almost when he saw the blood clearly.

Xie Yi was not the case, he threw several daggers in his hand, all of them were thrown at the mummy above.

Shen Ye cut a deep scar on the broken neck of the stone statue, and the next moment, it was like cutting a living thing, and blood flowed out from the scar, which immediately stained the stone statue's forelegs red.

Xia Yi, on the other hand, slashed at the stone statue's forelegs without hesitation, but before touching it, a large mass of hair rolled down, barely blocking his sword's momentum.The sword light flashed, only a few strands of black hair fell down, and a few spots of blood spattered.

But it turned out that the moment Xie Yi threw the dagger at the mummy, those hairs felt something, and they rolled up like tentacles, protecting the face in layers of hair.

The hair was in a ball, falling directly from the roof, and fell to the ground with a "crack".

The four of them didn't hesitate, Xie Yi and Le Wuyi slashed at the black hair, while Shen Ye and Xia Yi jumped up and slashed at the shattering stone statue.

The black hair wanted to bounce up, but Xie Yi and Le Wuyi didn't want Xie Yi and Le Wuyi to come up and down. With a "slip", the slippery feeling is indescribable.Just as Xie Yi and Le Wuyi were about to strike, a pair of hands suddenly stretched out from the black hair.

Those hands were white and soft as if they had no bones, but they held up the offensive of the two of them one by one.

Xie Yi and Le Wuyi were both shocked, they saw the hair group spread out from the middle, inside was a pale and slim woman.She has a beautiful face, her eyes are like spots of lacquer, and in the blink of an eye, there are little tears falling down.

The author has something to say: It is said that Moutian has been struggling. This book is obviously a modern text, but how can Xie Yi and the others speak in the direction of the ancient style? _(:з」∠)_

Every time I write a little more modern, I feel awkward in my heart. I just think that Uncle Xie and Xia Yi would never speak like that, and then I can't help but change it to Weigufeng.But after changing it, I always feel that it does not match the background. _(:з」∠)_

I'm a bit troubled... Speaking of this way of speaking, will it be a bit of a drama?Or awkward?