Cultural Relics Are Not To Be Messed With

Qi Chen watched helplessly as the group of ghosts with green faces and fangs suddenly showed panic and scattered like wasps that had lost their nest, trying to escape through the wall without a trace.

But obviously, their movements were faster than the light of a knife.

Dozens of long and narrow cold lights tore through the dark night entangled with ghosts in the house, one by one, straight through the eyebrows of those wild ghosts.

Qi Chen felt dazzled for a moment, and was so dazzled by the light and shadow that he couldn't even open his eyes. He heard the old lady wailing, and then the bowl in his hand fell to the ground with a bang. Just by the sound, he knew it must have fallen. Became petals.

In the chaos, he only saw a dark golden knife flashing past his eyes like a shooting star, a gust of wind was blown in front of his forehead, and it was nailed to a place less than half a meter away from his head with a "boom", buzzing .

The sound of the long knife entering the ground seemed to be a concluding sentence, decisively ending the ghosts dancing in this room tonight, without delay.

After blinking away the shadow of the knife remaining in his eyes, the first thing Qi Chen saw was a handful of broken hair that had been cut off from his forehead.

That piece of blackness was slipping past the tip of his nose lightly, and fell to the ground with nothing to love.A gust of wind poured in through the door that had been pierced into a sieve, and it was blown away, leaving nothing behind.

Qi Chen: "..."

But compared to him who only lost a few hairs, the other non-human things in this house are much worse.

Beside the shattered broken bowl, the ferocious old lady was lying on the ground. The hands that were holding the bowl to pour medicine for Qi Chen were now nailed to the ground by two short knives. The sharp blade penetrated the back of her hand, and most of it sank into the ground. , and the remaining half was glowing with a gloomy cold light.

Qi Chen heard her still hissing and gasping for air, and after looking carefully, he found that her skin was turning black little by little at the place where she was cut open by the blade, as if it had been burned, and even emitted A little burnt.

And as for those wild ghosts who saw Qi Chen and Weasel saw chickens...

At this time, a dagger was nailed to the wall all over the eyebrows, fluttering in the wind like a United Nations conference, and there was a sound of hunting.

Unable to move his hands and feet, Qi Chen turned his head to appreciate it with difficulty, but unfortunately twisted his neck with a "click".

The angle at which he froze and couldn't move was facing the knife less than half a meter away from his head.

Unlike the short knives nailed all over the house, this knife is much longer and more delicate.

This knife is narrow and thin, with a slight arc on the single edge and a beast-tooth-shaped blade on the back. head.

When Qi Chen saw this life-saving knife, his jaw, which had not moved all night, finally fell with a click.

Isn't this the Dragon Tooth that Director Dong holds dear? !Why does it appear here in such a cool and ostentatious posture? !

Qi Chen finally began to feel that this knife nailed to the ground didn't seem to be here to end a nonsense night, it was obviously trying to lead everything to an even more nonsense place.

Longya was thrown out... Could it be Director Dong who came to rescue him? !

He couldn't turn his twisted neck, so he had to look in the direction of the knife, hold his breath and listen to the movement outside the door, waiting for Director Dong to open the door and enter.

However, in the next second, he realized that the nonsense he imagined was still too naive...

Because he didn't wait for the familiar footsteps of a middle-aged and fat old man to sound outside the door, but he saw the golden light flashing all over the dragon tooth in front of him, and the interlaced light and shadow enveloped the whole knife.

Qi Chen only felt that the ground where he was lying on suddenly trembled, and the knife nailed into the ground seemed to be pulled out, and it continued to grow...until it exceeded its original length of one foot and six inches. The change doesn't look like it's going to stop.

The golden light around the blade became more and more intense, so dazzling that the appearance of the sword itself wrapped in it could no longer be seen.

Qi Chen stared dumbfounded at the golden light getting higher and higher... It almost went straight for two meters!

No matter how you look at it, this is not the height that a common knife should have! ! !

Sure enough, the golden light did not change into the shape of a knife anymore, but had the outline of a human figure, and gradually became lighter, and finally disappeared completely...

The dragon teeth that were originally nailed to the ground disappeared after the golden light faded, and a tall man stood there instead.

Qi Chen: "..."

He looked at the man, opened his mouth, opened his mouth again, opened his mouth again, but still couldn't say a word.

"Yo——" the man looked down at him condescendingly, his tone of yawn was as usual, "Are you unable to yawn, or are you unable to yawn?"

After being stabbed like this by him, Qi Chen finally found his own voice, and said in surprise, "Team Leader Long?! You, why are you here?!"

Long Ya frowned and let out a "tsk", with a look of disgust on his face: "This is stupid...you didn't see how I came here just now?!"

Qi Chen was a little dazed: "...I see it, I'll make sure."

Long Ya sneered: "Heh! You look at a loss now, when you greeted me with a file and welding torch two days ago, weren't you quite calm?"

"..." Qi Chen, "That's because I didn't see the big change come alive."

"Then you have watched the big change now, and you are done being stupid, can you please move your front paws and rear paws to get up from the ground? Hemiplegia is an addiction?! Let's go!" Long Ya glanced under his eyelids. He glanced at him, and almost poked him with his toe twice impatiently.

Qi Chen laughed dryly: "I can't move my neck."

Longya: "..."

Qi Chen: "Some kind of medicine has probably been given to the hands and feet, and I am currently unconscious."

Longya: "..."

Qi Chen maintained that posture innocently, looking at Longya without blinking.

Long Ya said violently: "Why do you get into so much trouble every day! Is it possible to give yourself a vacation once in a while?" After finishing speaking, he put on a late mother's face of "begrudgingly condescending" and bent down to pick up the Qi Chen directly carried it on his shoulders, revealing the full and vivid aura of a gangster.

The moment he was carried on his shoulders, Qi Chen's head fell downwards inertially, and with only a "click", the twisted neck fell back so easily.

It can be seen that Long Ya is not only a thug, but also has the skills of a barefoot doctor in the rivers and lakes.

Uncle Long probably felt that carrying a living person was already a lot of work. Even though he had one hand free, he still didn't bother to raise his finger to open the door.

Qi Chen, who was hanging upside down, only saw his hanging left hand snapping his fingers crisply, and the short knives all over the wall buzzed.Before Qi Chen could react, he felt the whole house shake twice, and then collapsed with a "bang".

Qi Chen: "..." I've seen lazy people, but I've never seen lazy people doing evil like this.

The house collapsed very neatly, like a peeled orange peel, the walls and roof collapsed on all sides, in short, Longya standing inside the house and Qi Chen who was being carried were not hurt at all.

Until the clear moonlight poured down without hindrance, Qi Chen looked at the collapsed house again, and it was not the same as what he saw outside the courtyard before.The wall that fell to the ground was covered with black scorched marks, the beams of the house also looked burnt, and the weeds at the foot of the wall wished they were taller than a person.

Obviously, it was the old lady and the conspirator who had disappeared somewhere that turned a burnt abandoned house into the two-story building that Qi Chen saw.

Because the angle of view is now a little higher and the field of vision is wider, Qi Chen saw a group of figures that he hadn't noticed before.

"Hey, Team Leader Long." He frowned and tried to look at the person lying on the ground behind the fire, and couldn't help but patted Longya, "Can you take two steps towards the fire? There is a person lying on his stomach over there .”

Long Ya frowned: "Where are you going to shoot?! Do you think I'm a remote control car and you can go wherever you say?!"

Although there were a thousand resentments on his lips, Long Ya still avoided the old lady who was lying on the ground, dying and motionless, walked to the side of the fire, raised his noble dragon feet in disgust, and tiptoed the lying woman. The person turned over.

When Qi Chen discovered this person, he thought of the voice he heard when he didn't open his eyes before. If he guessed correctly, the guy who conspired with the old lady should walk so easily when he ran away, absolutely not. Will bring a burden.The muffled sound of something falling to the ground at that time was probably the sound of this person falling to the ground.

And this person should be Xu Liang who was possessed by that dirty thing.

Because he never believed that the real Xu Liang would treat him like that.

Facts have proved that Qi Chen's guess was not wrong at all.After being picked up by Longya, the man turned over, revealing Qi Chen's familiar face.

At this time, although Xu Liang's face did not have the usual anger when he was awake, it was much softer than before on that small road.

"he……"

Before Qi Chen finished speaking, Long Ya knew what he wanted to ask.He glanced at the people on the ground, interrupted Qi Chen and said, "I'm still angry, I'm just dizzy."

Qi Chen heaved a sigh of relief, then hesitated for a moment, and said again: "Team Leader Long, this person is my friend, see if you can—"

"Impossible!" Long Ya was decisive, with a stinky face of disgust: "I can bear it if I carry one, but what does it look like to carry two! Is it stupid? Hiss—at most, I dragged it back by my ankle."

Qi Chen: "..." After being dragged all the way back with icy stones, is Xu Liang's face still human? !

But before he could make a sound, Long Ya changed his mind... because he really didn't want to use his hands to grab the mortal's feet of Yuzum.

Long Ya hesitated for less than two seconds between "contributing his honorable shoulders, or dirtying his honorable hands to grab other people's feet", and finally lifted Xu Liang up very unhappily, and threw it on his shoulders, but He didn't have any friendship with Xu Liangke, so he carried it very perfunctorily, with an attitude of "it's none of my business if you fall down and smash your face into mud on the ground".

I thought the whole thing would end here, but when Long Ya turned his head and was about to go out, Qi Chen hanging on his shoulder watched helplessly as the old lady who was lying on the ground struggled for a while, and then seemed to As if exhausting all his strength, he raised his hand from the ground.

Those hands had been scorched black by the two short knives, and Qi Chen even suspected that the moment he lifted them up, those two hands would be completely carbonized and shattered into ashes.

But the old lady didn't seem to care about these things, she stood up suddenly the moment Long Ya passed by, and her two scorched hands firmly grabbed Qi Chen's hand hanging behind Long Ya.

Qi Chen: "..."

The so-called soft persimmon is indeed an eternal truth.

Long Ya only felt his right shoulder sink, he stopped in his tracks, frowned and turned his head, and saw the old lady who was holding Qi Chen at a glance.

He gave a "tsk" and said in a low voice: "The ghost is still there, I am looking for death!"

"Don't expect me to have any concept of respecting the old and loving the young like you, an old man who plots to take people's lives! Besides, you have to respect me—" As soon as the last word was pronounced, Long Ya There was a flash of a knife at his feet, as long as he stepped down, this sinister old lady would surely be wiped out of her wits.

"Please..." Unexpectedly, the old lady trembled, struggled to move to the side, then raised her head and said to Qi Chen: "Please help me..."

That old and ethereal voice was the one Qi Chen heard in his dream before.And from Qi Chen's perspective, he could just see the old lady's bony arm in the sleeve, and it was wearing the stolen gold-encrusted white jade bracelet.It's just that the bracelet is not as moist as suet in the showcase at this time, but dusty, as if the spirit inside has escaped.It is indescribably suitable for this old lady who is also lifeless.

Long Ya is probably a typical person who eats soft food but not hard food, but he still tends to be irritable when he eats soft food.

But at this moment, the old lady in front of him was obviously not in his soft range, so he just paused for a moment, then said impatiently: "There is no end! You can only pick soft persimmons! Please help me? What can he help you with?" ?! Why didn’t you think that he could help you when you poured horse urine just now?! Get out of the way!”

Seeing that Long Ya was about to lift his foot, the old lady curled up, let go of Qi Chen's hand, then took out a token-like thing from her bosom, and hurriedly handed it out: "Yes, yes! I, I have this! Old me, I have this!"