Death Spell

Chapter 46

Tang and Song tossed and turned that night and couldn't sleep peacefully.Even if Le Wenyao dragged her to play games, what was circling in her mind was the risk they said.

What on earth is there in Qingzhou?No matter how busy Tang and Song were, they never forgot to search for relevant information, and there were also questions about Wu Wenhao asking her before leaving.Looking through the history books left by my parents, the content is too general, so Tang and Song don't know whose tomb will be under that mountain.

Why would there be what Anya wanted there, why would the government pay so much attention to it, why would Wu Wenhao say those words to Luo Ziyan.

Narrow escape? !

Wu Wenhao is the heir of one of the three major families. He is rich, powerful, and has everything. Why would he take this risk to do something?

lifetime……

Longevity?

Thinking of these, Tang Song immediately controlled his conjecture.

I even felt that my conjecture was a bit ridiculous.

It is indeed a ridiculous conjecture.

Thinking about where in this world there is a theory of longevity, even if there is, it is a zombie like a monster in Anya's mouth.

Zombie... Shinozawa!

Thinking about the experience in the tunnel, Tang Song sighed softly, no matter how ridiculous or impossible, she has seen it all.

At this time, finding her so-called answer is not the most important thing for Tang Song, she is worried that something will happen to the people around her.

But if she didn't want to go, they would go too.

in this way……

Staring at the high ceiling, sweeping the surrounding shadows reflected in the moonlight, sighed softly.

This is the first time that Tang and Song feel that they are doing something that is particularly uncertain.

The wind passing by outside the window interrupted Tang Song's wild thoughts.Anyway, Tang Song couldn't sleep, so he took out his coat and put it on his body.Open the curtains and the door, and come to the balcony.

The wind at night was a bit cool, making Tang Song shrink his shoulders instantly.

But also because of the cool breeze, my mind is much clearer.

Leaning on the edge with both hands, looking at the moonlight shining on the lake in the distance, raising his eyebrows to stare at the crescent moon, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, as if the moon was closer than usual, he raised his hand to touch it, but Attracted by the figure flashing across his eyes.

Tang Song looked at the direction in which the figure was walking, then turned and left the room.Walk all the way through the vast and complex land and buildings of Lejia.The ancient buildings on both sides are quiet and solemn. At night, they look like mountain gods overlooking the earth. The background is a huge gray curtain.

But the figure standing by the lake didn't move, as if time passed slowly.The night was getting colder and colder, and I raised my eyebrows to see that the moon was a half moon, and it was so bright.Holding the white jade gourd in one hand, and pinching his fingers with the other hand, he didn't know what to do, and finally the corner of his mouth curled up.

"An Ya?" Tang Song was a little worried and called softly.

Anya turned around and looked at the figure with long hair blowing in the wind in the distance, and smiled: "Why don't you sleep, it will be a little cold here at night." As she said that, she had already walked over, took off the clothes she was wearing and put them on Tang Song body.

She wanted to stop her, but she heard Anya say, "I'm not cold, don't get sick."

Tang Song was a little uncomfortable with such care, but he didn't expect the temperature by the lake to be so low. At the same time, he also felt that there was no warmth under the clothes that Anya wore.

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

Anya's face reflected the lake's light through the moonlight. She was very delicate and beautiful. She raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "Moonlight can replenish my energy. Are you trustworthy?"

Tang Song: "..."

Seeing that the corner of Anya's mouth seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Tang Song glanced at her.

"I heard you say that you wear sunglasses because you can't tell whether what you see in front of you is people or those. I don't think you are wearing them today. Do you have to be exposed to the moonlight to see?"

Anya paused, and then said with a smile: "Actually, I wear it, but it's not sunglasses. Wang Tu made contact lenses for me. As for the moonlight, it's because I need it physically. The moon is like nourishment to me. Just like ordinary People are normal, more exposure to the sun is good for your health.”

Somehow, after An Ya finished speaking, the women in front of her fell silent.

"What are you thinking?" Anya asked softly.

"Actually, you don't have to deliberately take me there. You have your own business, and I will cause you trouble if I go." This is the reason why Tang Song can't sleep, and it is also a problem that he is entangled in. Rather than thinking about it, it is better to tell the truth.

Anya smiled: "Why do you say that?"

"Every one of you is very good. Wen Yao is good at double knives and high-tech. Wang Tu can do a lot of things you need, and he can also probe acupuncture points. You don't need to mention it. On the contrary, I... seem to know nothing. I was worried that I would cause you trouble after tomorrow, and I even thought...it would be better if I didn't go with you." Tang Song glanced sideways and glanced at Anya, his tone a little light.

"You underestimate yourself so much?"

Tang Song looked up at Anya, a little puzzled.

Anya stopped talking, her black eyes quietly looked at Tang Song under the moonlight, she watched intently, as if there was a vortex of waves in her heart, and she was very close, and she could clearly feel her gentle breathing .

For a moment, Tang Song didn't know what was wrong with her. It wasn't the first time she was stared at so intently, but she had never felt this way before. It was just that her heart beat a little faster when she watched her.

She didn't want to believe that this feeling was like what Tang Qing said, after all, it was impossible.

It's not because Anya is bad, but...

but what?

Tang Song didn't know the answer either.

A hand stretched out, and Tang Song's hand was held by Anya's slender fingers like this, as if the whole person froze in place following this movement, and those wild thoughts were interrupted accordingly.

"You have skills that none of us have. If one of us is injured, you are the only one here who knows how to rescue them. In addition, if you encounter the ... corpses of the missing archaeological team, only you here can tell what they are for And die, isn't it?" Anya said lightly.

Tang Song: "..."

Maybe it's because it's really cold here, and Tang Song's hands also became slightly cooler, which didn't make much difference to the temperature on Anya's hands.

"What's more..." He raised Tang Song's hand and said with a smile, "You see, your lifeline is very long, so you will be fine. You have to trust me on this point."

I saw a wistful smile on Tang Song's lips: "On this point, I really don't know whether to believe you or not. I always feel that every word you say is half true and half false."

The corners of Anya's mouth curled slightly, she raised her eyebrows to look at Tang Song, and said with a broken smile: "If you think about it, you are the only one in this world who refuses to believe me."

Seeing a hint of puzzlement in Tang Song's expression, he turned around and led her on the way back, saying, "Go back, if you blow the night wind for a long time, you will really get sick."

Tang Song was pulled like this, for some reason, staring at Anya's back, not only didn't want to take back his hand, but felt a trace of indescribable sadness in his heart.

It seems that there are too many secrets and inconceivable burdens on this woman.

Isn't this tiring?

Just thinking about it makes me want to spend more time with her.

"An Ya." Tang Song called her.

The woman turned around and said "Huh?"

"Does the building over there belong to the Qin Dynasty?" Tang Song asked, raising his other hand.

Following what Tang Song pointed out, Anya looked over and smiled: "Yes, are you interested?"

Seeing Tang Song nodding, Anya didn't speak, but her eyebrows and eyes were slightly bent, and she pulled her to walk in that direction.

"Do you like the architecture of Tang Dynasty and Qin Dynasty?" Anya asked casually.

Tang Song didn't respond right away, but after a while, he said, "I liked history very much because of my parents, but ideally I wanted to be a doctor. My father's surname is Tang and my mother's surname is Song. So my name is theirs." The combination of the two, I just didn't expect to have a younger sister..."

Anya joked, "Then why isn't it called Tang Yuan or Ming?"

"I also asked, but my mother said that if it's a boy Yuan Heming, it's okay, but a girl is better off innocent, so I call it Tang Qing."

There was a smile on the corner of Anya's mouth, but she didn't respond. She could feel the temperature of the hand in her hand was gradually warming up. When she turned her head to look, the woman beside her kept looking at the building with a faint smile on her lips.

"As for my favorite dynasties, I don't know why. My father likes the Three Kingdoms, and my mother likes the Qing Dynasty. It stands to reason that I should be similar to them, but I only like the Qin Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty. But my father is a pedant. When he asked me why, I answered They think the reason is very far-fetched, guess what it is..." Tang Song turned to look at Anya, only to see the woman beside him shook her head, and continued: "My reason is that since I was young, I often repeated a few times. There are two dreams, one is in the Qin Dynasty and the other is in the Tang Dynasty."

After Yan Hou, he felt the woman beside him startled, and her clenched hands tightened a bit.

"What's the matter? Do you think there's a problem here?" Tang Song raised his eyebrows and asked.

Anya's expression was indescribably complicated, but these were only fleeting. She looked at Tang Song quietly with a sullen eyebrow, and asked, "Can you tell me... what is your dream about?"

Tang Song's eyes shifted a little, as if he was thinking.

"I don't really remember, but the dreams back and forth are similar. I only remember the buildings in the dreams. I still recognize them from the architectural drawings in the history books as belonging to the Qin Dynasty. There are high-walled courtyards and a cellar. It is always snowing. Compared with the Tang Dynasty, the content is richer. There is a very elegant yard full of white pear trees, but every time I look at the environment, there is no one..." Seeing the silence of the woman beside me , Tang Song added: "But every time I wake up, I will be in a trance, as if I am very reluctant to part with this dream. I asked Zhang Ning, and she said that I am under too much pressure from work. But knowing you, you want me to know this Existence, are these the past life memories you mentioned?"

Anya looked into her eyes, stood there for a long time, without a trace of emotion in her eyes, and said calmly, "Do you want it to be your previous life?"

"Are these what I hope they are?" Tang Song raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Naturally." Anya raised her eyebrows and asked again, "Do you wish?"

Hope?

At this time, Anya seemed to have a knife buried in her heart, and it stabbed with her heartbeat.She was afraid that Tang Song would say no, but she didn't want her to.

It seems that those memories are gradually emerging one by one, holding back and waiting for the answer.

Tang Song looked at her with some puzzlement, and seemed to understand her implication, thinking about every scene in those dreams, although melancholy, there was a feeling of happiness inside.

Then he nodded with a smile and said, "Hope."

The surroundings returned to silence, the leaves swept by the night wind stopped in the air, An Ya lowered her eyebrows and held Tang Song's hand to her lips, closing her eyes and suddenly tears rolled down, dripping on the back of Tang Song's hand.

Opening his eyes again, the dark blue eyes glared at the woman in front of her with a smile on her mouth. She lowered her eyes, leaned forward, and her lips overlapped.