Cultural Relics Are Not To Be Messed With

The old lady was afraid that Long Ya would not be able to see clearly what she was holding, so she stretched her hand straight up and gave it twice as hard as she said.She obviously regarded this thing as the last life-saving talisman, and she squeezed it tightly, and the muscles and bones on the back of her bony hands were bulging, which was obvious even in the scorched blackness.

Qi Chen, who was temporarily paralyzed on his shoulders, maintained this brain-congested posture, and raised his head up with difficulty, letting go of the plaque that almost touched the tip of his nose, because the smell of blood on it was too strong. It was so heavy that Qi Chen felt dizzy the moment he stretched it out.

Only then did he really see what it looked like——

This is a black token with a round top and a bottom. It is black and hard. It looks very thick. There is a line of gold letters on the left and right. It's awkward.

Qi Chen looked a little familiar with such a strange style of font, and was taken aback for a moment, then remembered that this was exactly the same style as the seal he saw on Guanghe company documents before.

He squinted his eyes for a few seconds, finally smoothed out the awkward feeling, and recognized the gold-plated characters on the token——

There is a way to pray, but there is no way to reincarnate.

"It looks amazing." Qi Chen rubbed his nose to cover up the still strong smell of blood, and muttered in a low voice, a little confused as to what it was.

"It's really amazing..." The moment Long Ya saw the token, the disgust and irritability on his face disappeared.As he said this, his eyes turned from the token to the kneeling old lady, his expression slightly surprised, but he quickly returned to normal.

After looking at the thin and shriveled old man from head to toe, he waved his hand impatiently, but his tone was not as firm as before: "Okay, okay, put that thing away! I'm so depressed, it's still worth it." There are two living people! You will die if you get so bad!"

"Then, this prayer order..." The old lady looked at him suspiciously, as if she was afraid that he would go back on his word when he turned his head.

Long Ya clicked his tongue: "There is no end! My eyes are not blind, and my feet are retracted. Why are you trembling? When I smell this smell, I get irritable. Will you accept it?!"

"Take it! I'll take it, I'll take it..." The old lady hurriedly responded, she put the token into her bosom like a treasure, and then tucked in her skirt, as if what was put in was not a gilt sign, but It's her life.

But Long Ya didn't have the patience to stand there and watch her tremble.

He felt that the person on his shoulders seemed a little restless, probably because he had been hanging upside down for a long time, and he was really uncomfortable, so he turned around and took two steps, kicked open the courtyard door unceremoniously, and strode down the slope.

Behind him, a row of short knives stuck on the wall of the collapsed house instantly blurred into countless shining powders, and then quickly gathered together, turning into a three-inch doll.

The whole body of the doll is translucent, with a round head, a slightly raised belly, short hands and legs like a carrot.

Although Luobotou had short legs, he didn't run slowly at all, with his legs sticking out, he shouted "Wait for me" and rolled out behind Longya and the others like a ball.

The old lady who was thrown into the dilapidated house opened her mouth in a daze for a while, then quickly got up from the ground and chased after her.It's also fortunate that she has no feet, so she floats with her feet, otherwise it would be terribly difficult to chase tremblingly.

According to Qi Chen's description, Long Ya found Xu Liang's car on the side of the road. He didn't even take out the key. With a flick of his finger, he heard the car beep and opened the door himself.

He threw Xu Liang into the back seat very simply and rudely, and he didn't care that he was only half hanging on the seat and was precariously slamming. He just closed the car door with a "bang" and then threw Qi Chen in the co-pilot's seat.

"Look at how stupid you are..." Long Ya fastened Qi Chen's seat belt, and at the same time looked at Qi Chen's dazed expression with disgust, and couldn't help but yawn.

Qi Chen blinked and said, "The situation changed so fast, I was a little caught off guard."

"Hehe, I can't help if my hands are disabled." Just as Long Ya was about to close the passenger's door for him, he heard a "boom", a translucent sphere rolled past Qi Chen's eyes and hit the steering wheel.

The "Ball" let out a childish "Ouch", was knocked backwards, and fell on Qi Chen's lap like a cat, with his hands and feet spread out in large characters, and his posture was very stretched.

Qi Chen: "..." What the hell is this? !

Long Ya's face twitched, and he picked up the little doll unceremoniously, shaking: "The thousand-year-old Taoism has been cultivated into the dog's stomach! You can roll over every step, you are really more and more capable Yes, huh?!"

The little baby grinned with a mentally handicapped face, flatteringly said: "Master, your legs are too long, I can't keep up for a while."

Qi Chen: "..." What a miniature dog leg!

Long Ya let go of his hand expressionlessly, and threw it back on Qi Chen, then turned around and slammed the car door behind his back, leaned against the door with his arms folded, and raised his chin coldly at the old lady who came up last , said: "Come on, tell me, you ask someone to help you, and you look like you want to kill someone, what exactly are you going to do?"

Qi Chen in the car stared at the little doll sitting on his knees, and for a moment he couldn't figure out what this little thing was.

In the end, it opened its mouth, humming and chirping and said to Qi Chen: "I am the master's knife boy."

Qi Chen said hello to it with enthusiasm, and then couldn't help but said to it: "little one, can you touch this button on the car door? Oh yes, that's it, press it, open the window a little, I'll Listen to what they say."

Long Ya only felt that the car window behind him slowly lowered a little, and then two heads squeezed out from behind his waist.

"..." He wiped his face, turned his head and stared at the big ones and small ones behind him, and then continued to question the old lady, "Don't just shiver and don't talk! I don't have much time to spend here with you, here you go For a few minutes, don’t tell me, you can go back and forth wherever you go, and then come to me and take people away, even if you come with a sack of prayer orders, I will kill you!”

"My old man, I didn't mean to kill him..." The old lady bent her body, glanced at Qi Chen with her cloudy eyes with too many whites, and said, "I just heard that man said that he was lured here and poured a drink on him." A bowl of medicine, he has no choice but to help me."

Long Ya glanced at the knife, waved her hand again and again and added: "The medicine doesn't harm anyone, it just makes him unable to resist for a while, I just, just want him to be more obedient and let him agree to help me."

Long Ya was almost annoyed by her: "Which fool taught you such a devious way to die! He said you would believe it? Why didn't he just send the Buddha to the West and drink medicine with you here? I can still One pair, one pair, what a bargain! You said you asked for a prayer order, wouldn’t you just come to the door for help?! Keep it in your bosom for the New Year? Is it crunchy and delicious?”

The old lady: "...I, I am afraid that you will not recognize this prayer order."

Long Ya sneered "hehe": "Why am I so awesome? You put this thing in front of my eyeballs, and I pretended I didn't see it. Do you want Jiutian Xuanlei to scratch your bone itching?"

Qi Chen: "..." Why does this man always speak so cruelly...

The old lady didn't speak, she seemed a little annoyed and regretful, but her eyes still drifted towards Qi Chen from time to time when she was being ridiculed by Long Ya.

Long Ya glanced at her, raised his hand and pressed Qi Chen's head into the car, and said to the old lady: "You keep asking him for help, what exactly are you asking him to help you with?"

Hearing his question, the old man who had been hanging his head finally raised his head. His cloudy eyes were foggy, like the steam that had been caged for too long and couldn't get away.She sighed very lightly, knelt down tremblingly in the cold night wind, bowed her back and kowtowed to the ground.

"I have been waiting in the tomb for 430 years, just hoping that one day my son's bones will return home."

Her voice was just like what Qi Chen heard in his dream, old and hoarse, as if she had cried too much, too many years...