Death Spell

Chapter 159

Anya finished lighting the 28 oil lamps on the wall, opened the iron lock, turned the stone mechanism, and the door opened again.

But this time is different from the one just now. The oil lamps inside have already been lit, stone ornaments are placed in the open environment, and there is an artificial pool in the middle that runs through the entire tomb. in two different directions.

Sang Xie raised her eyebrows, smelling the smell around her: "Tang and Song Dynasties really came here."

At this moment, Anya was already standing on a stone bridge with a blank face, and turned to look at them, "You guys go over there, I'll go over here."

Le Wenyao was puzzled: "Why not together?"

"These two roads lead to two places. No matter who meets Tang Song, we will meet here in an hour." Sang Xie got confirmation from Anya's gaze, and pulled Le Wenyao to the other side.

Le Wenyao turned her head and saw Anya's figure disappearing into the tomb passage over there, and she was dragged by Sang Xie and walked towards the tomb passage in front of her. On the stone plaque above, the word "Sang" was engraved in seal script.Originally, she didn't know seal script, but it was only because of the knife sheath that she could remember this word.

"Demon girl, is this the way to your tomb?"

"Yes." Sang Xie took two steps, and noticed that Le Wenyao was standing still, and asked, "What's the matter, Wen Yao?"

"Since it's your place, sister forensic doctor will definitely not come over, why..." Thinking of Anya's expression, she seemed to understand again.

"This is a matter between her and Tang Song, and we can't take care of it. Besides... coming here, it is our business." Sang Xie came to Le Wenyao and took her hand, "Did you really think that , I brought you here to find Anya and Tang Song, right?"

"Is not it?"

Sang Xie raised her hand and clicked on this girl who was usually smart and clever, but occasionally became stupid, "Of course not, don't you want to find your parents?"

"...What did you say?" Le Wenyao couldn't understand, and her thoughts suddenly became confused, "Impossible! My parents have been here before, and they won't come again. Even the sorceress can't figure out the cause of their death. .”

"I'm just skeptical too, but after listening to what Anya didn't finish just now, I'm a little more sure." Sang Xie had a nice smile on his face, and comforted him: "As long as there is a cause for everything, there is a purpose for you. Since the family has come here one after another, and you must find out, there must be something that your Le family wants the most." And this thing, Sang Xie is now mostly sure.

Through previous understanding, Le Wenyao would not disbelieve the analytical ability of the woman in front of her.On the contrary, she felt that after being with her for a long time, she didn't need to turn her head anymore. Anyway, she knew what was going on.

At the place where the heir of the Le family rested, she had thought that after everything was settled, she would go to track down her parents.Maybe... Just like Sang Xie's analysis, they can be found here, maybe.

But thinking about the current situation of the forensic sister and the witch, Le Wenyao was really worried.

"Even if your analysis is right..." Le Wenyao had difficulty concentrating, and there was always a feeling of uneasiness in her heart, "But Mom and Dad have been missing for so long, so don't worry about it for a while. I am really worried about the forensic sister..."

"I know." How could Sang Xie fail to see the worry on her expression, "However, Ya wants to figure it out for herself, no matter how worried we are, we must respect her. This is also a kind of trust between friends."

Hearing the word trust, Le Wenyao laughed out loud, the corners of her pretty lips curled up, and she shook her head, "What kind of trust is this?"

In her eyes, the so-called trust is to say what you have to say, bring out all the problems, and let everyone find a solution together, instead of carrying all the problems by yourself and letting your friends worry.

Sang Xie put his hands on Le Wenyao's shoulders, making her face herself, and said seriously: "Trust is not just that I trust you, you trust me. There are also elements of respect and understanding in it. I am also worried about Tang Song , with my sensitivity, I can actually find her faster and earlier. But I believe in Ya's decision more, since she chooses to handle it by herself, she will be able to handle it well, no matter the result is my ideal or not, this It doesn't matter, Wen Yao, do you understand this kind of trust?"

Le Wenyao blinked her beautiful eyes, followed her words, and nodded half-understood.But I couldn't figure it out in my heart, why did any question become a little deeper when it came out of this woman's mouth?

"Then...if..." Le Wenyao pursed her lips, "I mean, if what the witch chooses puts her in danger, or if she just dies, you respect her and let her go?"

Sang Xie looked affirmatively, nodded and said: "If this is her choice, I naturally respect her and let her go."

Hearing this, Le Wenyao's thoughts suddenly became confused again, and she retorted: "Aren't you afraid that she is impulsive? Or...she hasn't thought about it yet? You should stop it first, talk about it, communicate, Might it be all right?"

"...Silly girl." Sang Xie stretched out her hand and gently smoothed the white hair on her forehead, "The premise of trust is that I understand her character. Do you think she is one of those little girls now? , break up, or use suicide to restore the relationship that no longer belongs to her?"

Le Wenyao: "..."

"She decided on one thing, she must have thought it up. I believe her, even if it is true as Wenyao said, she is going to die... I will really understand, and then I will send her off for the last time." Sang Xie saw Le Wenyao frowned. He picked it up, smoothed her with his thumb, and said with a smile, "In other words, if it's my decision, she will respect it."

Listening to Sang Xie's remarks, in Le Wenyao's opinion, she is a little envious of the relationship between these two people.It seems that no one is convinced, but no one in this world can replace the trust between them.

Afterwards, they did not continue on this issue, but followed Sang Xie's footsteps and walked this road to the end.

"Witch, won't you encounter any risks on this road?"

"No." Sang Xie took Le Wenyao's hand, and clenched it a little more, "We are on the right path, but you have to be mentally prepared, we will walk through a few ear chambers and a tunnel in a while, On the way to this main hall, you may see... dead bodies."

Le Wenyao stared at Sang Xie's cold back, and said with a smile, "It sounds like you know all about it."

Sang Xie stopped, raised her finger and pointed to her nose, "That's because I smelled blood. And the building materials of this tomb were specially built by Ya for me and myself. The obsidian was covered with lime for the purpose of not only It's just to suppress the evil spirits in our bodies, and because the lime will make the air extremely dry, so...the grave robbers who die here usually don't turn into bones, but at most become a mummified corpse. If the corpse is randomly Drag it outside and meet the damp cold air, and it will instantly turn to ashes."

It is conceivable that Anya's mood and purpose in building the tomb at the beginning, once she moved in, she had no intention of waking up again.

"So amazing?" Le Wenyao rolled her clear eyes, "Then if you meet my parents..."

"If they are really here, I will naturally have a way to keep their bones intact and bury them in your Le family." After finishing speaking, Sang Xie pulled Le Wenyao forward.

The two walked to the end of the tomb passage, and Sang Xie said softly, "After opening the door, don't say a word." Seeing Le Wenyao nodding, she grabbed the switch and opened the stone door in front of her.

An indescribable smell wafted out from inside.

Sang Xie stopped Le Wenyao behind him, knelt down and reached out to touch the head of the stone crane, took out the lighter from his body, and lit the oil lamp.Then, all the oil lamps on the wall of the first stone chamber were lit one by one.

Seeing the whole picture here, Le Wenyao gasped, and then raised her hand to cover her mouth.

In the middle of the stone room is a cyan crystal hanging coffin, and a huge bronze sword is stuck on the coffin lid.

She had only seen crystal hanging coffins of this color from Lejia's tomb robbery classics, and usually there would be a very powerful and terrifying thing lying here.

Commonly known as zongzi.

I finally understood why Sang Xie didn't let her talk anymore, could it be... because he was afraid of waking up the person in the crystal coffin?

Le Wenyao originally wanted to get the correct answer from Sang Xie's face, but found that the witch beside her was standing straight in place, staring at the hanging coffin for about ten seconds before turning back to her. The corners of his lips hooked slightly and he shook his head to indicate that it was all right.

She pulled Le Wenyao around the hanging coffin and came to the opposite side. The distance was not very far, but when Le Wenyao passed the hanging coffin, her heartbeat still unconsciously accelerated.

After leaving the stone room, Sang Xie looked back at Le Wenyao, who was short of breath due to nervousness, and said with a smile, "It's all right."

Le Wenyao pointed to the door, "The one just now?"

"I lit the first guide light to tell it that I am one of the owners here, and your voice is not in its memory. I am afraid that it will not even recognize me if it takes too long. If we really want to fight, I don't have a bone whip right now, but I can't beat a generation of sword masters." Sang Xie said with a smile.

"... the sword master?"

"Actually, I don't know why Big Brother Nie had such weird thoughts. It seemed that he had already planned it at that time. He knew that he could not escape this disaster, so he said that if he could not die for his confidant in life, he would die after death." Guarding the spirit of a confidant.” Sang Xie sighed, “After Ya rescued Brother Nie’s soul, as the heir of the Sang family, it’s not difficult for me to let a dead person guard the spirit, so…”

"My God! It's terrible!"

"Huh?" Sang Xie asked in confusion, "What's so scary?"

"I think you ancient people are really scary. You die for your confidant at every turn. It seems that the word "dead" seems to you to be very... very commonplace..." Le Wenyao held his chin and nodded self-consciously, "Also It may be that at that time, the population was too small, and it was too difficult to meet a close friend, unlike now, once you know a lot, you don’t know how to cherish it.”

Seeing that Sang Xie was a little surprised and wanted to laugh, Le Wenyao raised her eyebrows: "Did I say something wrong?"

"That's right, but it's not complete. It's not that we regard death as a daily routine. In that era, there was chaos everywhere, and today we don't know what will happen tomorrow. The word death lingers around us every day. Just thinking... we will die anyway, why not Death has some meaning. Now in a peaceful age, naturally, these words would not be put on the lips. "

As Sang Xie said, he pulled Le Wenyao through a short tomb passage. Instead of reaching the end, he stopped in the middle, lit the oil lamp held by the crane, and stretched out his hand to lift the stone crane head from the right to the end. Turn left, and the door in front of you opens.She used the same method to light up all the surrounding lights, only to find that there were many delicate ornaments inside.

"Here... are all your things?"

Le Wenyao looked around, only to realize that Sang Xie's taste is not very good, but quite good.

"Hmm." Sang Xie looked at every piece of decoration here, seemingly in a daze, "It seems that your Le family didn't come here, and all my valuable things are in this room."

Le Wenyao looked at the figure walking straight inside, and was slightly taken aback, why did this sound so strange, and there was a hint of sarcasm in it.

Sang Xie came to the far left of the room, took off the wooden painting hanging on the wall, looked at the things inside, and slightly curled his lips.

"This is?" Le Wenyao who was standing behind saw this thing, his eyes lit up, "Is this the bone whip you mentioned?"

Sang Xie leaned over to hold the coiled bone whip in the crystal stand, and had slept peacefully until now, her eyes became hot.

"Long time no see, old friend." After speaking, Sang Xie flicked her wrist lightly, and the white bone whip automatically wrapped around her waist as if full of life.

Le Wenyao: "..."

……

On the other side, a stone door was opened by Anya from the outside.The ever-burning lamp in the main hall has been lit by someone, shining a quiet light through the sapphires on all sides.

Anya built her main hall very simple and elegant, except for the room covered with sapphire, there is only a white jade bed in the middle and four ever-burning lamps.

She knew that no one would come here, and there was nothing to be buried with her. Looking at the white jade bed with a light mist, Anya moved over.

On both sides of the white jade bed, there are two notches, on one side is Anjia's wooden sword, and on the other side is the Mo Yang sword.

But now, that black Mo Yang sword is gone.

The sound of crisp footsteps quickly crossed the outside of the main hall, Anya shifted her gaze and disappeared in place.The speed was extremely fast, but the fragrance spreading in the tomb made Anya frowned.

Following the scent, Anya quickened her pace, and saw a white shadow in front of the tomb, Anya remembered the clothes Tang and Song wore last night, and speeded up again.

Passing through a stone gate, Anya saw a newly opened robbery hole at the top, followed the figure and jumped outside.

The wind and snow all over the sky seemed to match her eyes that dared not face the truth. A gust of wind blew away the thick snow, bringing bursts of cold air, and allowing Anya to see a figure clearly.

Long black hair and a strand of white clothes swayed in the wind, and she was holding her own Mo Yang Sword in her hand.

An Ya took a step forward, "Tang Song..." stopped again, she smelled the smell of blood, only to find that on the snow beside Tang Song, there were still several corpses lying here and there, some of them were even cut off four times However, the arm was broken, and the blood flow soaked the snow into dark red.

And behind Tang Song, there was still a huge figure standing upright, it turned out to be - Yingzhao!

"Tang Song, it's dangerous!" After finishing speaking, Anya raised her eyebrows, she felt something was wrong.

The sound of wailing wind and snow lingered in her ears. After a long time, the woman turned her face slightly to the side, and glanced at the figure behind her from the corner of her eye. With a flick of her wrist, she threw the blood stained on the Mo Yang sword onto the snow, and then raised her hand lightly. Fuying moved her head and said softly: "Good boy, kill her."

Anya: "..."