Cultural Relics Are Not To Be Messed With

"What the hell is there a hidden weapon?!" Qi Chen, who was kneeling beside the bones, blinked.

Long Ya grabbed his arm and pulled him to his side, sneered: "You are so big-hearted that I admire you! Get out of the way!"

After finishing speaking, he swung Qi Chen behind with his long arm, and with his left hand, he grabbed the black shadow that jumped out of the mud around the skeleton in the air. Swipe down, flick with the momentum, and throw down seven watermelon-like balls.

It wasn't until the seven black lumps "gululu" rolled to his feet that Qi Chen realized that there were eyes, noses, and mouths that could be split to the base of the ears...

It was a row of heads.

It's just that the head looks very weird, oddly large and round, like an inflated balloon.The eyes are as big as copper bells, but they are fake as if two pieces of paper were cut out and black eyeballs were pasted on them. The nose is so collapsed that you can hardly see the bridge of the nose. The tip of the nose came out, and the split mouth was as big as an animal's mouth, revealing two rows of fangs protruding from pigs and dogs.

All in all, ugly beyond words...

When Qi Chen saw this row of gadgets, his hunger disappeared immediately.He couldn't bear to face this row of big eyes in silence anymore, so he stretched out his foot and wanted to kick the one under his eyelids sideways.

Unfortunately, he didn't control the angle and strength well. When kicking, he slipped his foot and accidentally stepped on it. He heard a crisp sound of "啪——", resounding in the night like a firecracker, and suddenly shocked the front With a trembling of Longya's hand, he pinched the one that was strangled by him, and with a "pop", sprayed something like sand all over his body.

Long Ya threw the leaking leather in his hand in a rage, turned his head and glared at Qi Chen fiercely, and roared, "I'm fighting to the death! You're stepping on this disgusting thing like a cannon behind you!" ?!"

Qi Chen blinked innocently: "I didn't." After speaking, as if thinking of something, he silently retracted his foot on a piece of leather, and shook the sand on his trouser legs.

Longya: "..."

Qi Chen: "..." What the hell is a desperate fight?

Long Ya sniffed his sleeves with a disgusted face, "This damn thing really smells bad for thousands of years!"

Qi Chen, who was about to bend down and pat his trouser leg, withdrew his hand again, raised his head and asked, "Have you seen this before? What is it?"

"Leather figurines." Longya endured for a few seconds with a dark face, and finally couldn't help taking off his coat, patting the sand on the surface, and said: "It's just soaked in the leather. A puppet made of the black sand of corpse oil."

Qi Chen twitched the corner of his mouth: "Corpse oil..."

"Yes, this smell can linger for three days, so disgusting that people don't want to eat meat." Long Ya pinched his coat collar, looked around, still shook his head, took out a piece of talisman paper from somewhere Shaking, a handful of flames appeared in the palm of your hand.

"Hey——" Qi Chen just wanted to stop him, when Long Ya threw the fire onto the coat, and with a "huh", the whole coat was caught, and burned to a pile of ashes in an instant.

Long Ya glanced at Qi Chen who was stunned: "Hey, what, wherever the black sand touches, just shake it off immediately so that there is no grain left. If the coat eats sand, if you can't pat it clean, it won't burn, or it won't be too much." It will rot by itself in minutes, and the smell will be even stronger, so let it be used as incense for the Chinese New Year?"

"Rotten?!" Qi Chen hurriedly raised his feet to look at his pants. Fortunately, the fabric of the jeans was relatively hard and did not get sandy.But there was some stain on the shoe, whether it was a psychological effect or something, Qi Chen felt that something was wrong.

He was hesitating, when he felt something cold fall on his hand, which made him startled.

Before he could react, he saw white crumbs floating down one after another.

The snow that had just stopped in Jiang City fell again in Qianyang, Yun City, which was two provinces away, and it was so profuse that it filled the sky in a short while.

"It's snowing again, it seems that the snow hasn't stopped these days..." Qi Chen murmured, and just as he finished speaking, he noticed a faint light flashing in front of him.

Affected by the incident just now, he reflexively hid towards Longya for a while, and just as he stood firm, he realized that the faint light came from the skeleton that he had put together.

I saw that the circle that enclosed the bones disappeared, and a small bean of light appeared on each broken bone that was enclosed.Little stars, like fireflies.

After circling around the skeleton, they floated to the side of the old lady not far from Qichen, and gathered around her quietly like floating dust, as if her son who died 400 years ago was passing through the skeleton. These hundred fireflies seemed to be watching her.

The old lady widened her cloudy eyes, and watched in disbelief as the fireflies gradually formed a human figure in front of her. Although she couldn't make out clear facial features, she could tell that he was a tall and thin man , Much taller than the old lady.

Yinghuo moved, and saw the man opened his arms, leaned over, and wrapped the thin and shriveled old man into his arms.

The moment the old lady was embraced by Xu, her figure shook suddenly, her staring eyes finally couldn't help trembling, two lines of tears welled up from her eyes, and slowly flowed down the gully on her cheeks, gathering It swayed at the tip of the chin, and then dripped down, passing right through the shoulders of the man made of fireflies, passing through the heart again, and getting into the mud.

It's like an obsession that lasted for 430 years, knocking on the heart of the cared person, and finally the dust settles.

"Shi An, my son Shi An...Mother finally, finally saw you again..." The old lady called out her son's name twice with trembling voice.

Before she cried, she always whimpered, her voice was hoarse and intermittent, as if it was pressed in her throat, which made people feel sad.But this time, the burden that had been carried for a hundred years was finally unloaded and she got her wish, so she couldn't restrain herself anymore, and she really burst into tears.

The man formed by the fireflies couldn't make a sound, couldn't open his mouth, couldn't comfort her, he just patted the old man's back lightly.

As long as she cried, he took pictures.

It wasn't until the old man was so dumb that he could hardly speak anymore that she finally stopped sobbing.Like many ordinary old people in this world, she began to babble about the things she had encountered in the past hundred years, as if the man in front of her was still alive in the world, and he could really hear what he said, and could remember it in her heart : "When you left home, it was a snowy day. When you came back, look, this day, it snowed again... 400 years..."

But she was really too old. She could only remember a few things that had happened over the years, and they were all related to finding bones.So she said a few sentences, then abruptly skipped over the ones she suffered, and then talked about the next paragraph without beginning...

The long 400 years were finally finished by her in a few sentences, so she had to repeat it several times as if she was not satisfied.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and fell on the old man's hair, but it was mixed with the white hair, and it didn't melt, just covered it lightly.

The man raised his hand, as if he wanted to help her shake it off, but found that he could no longer touch the things in this world. He paused for a long time, and then slowly put down his hand.

Until the fireflies in front of her eyes gradually dimmed, the old lady finally sighed and stopped talking.

She felt that there was still a lot to say, and it seemed that what she wanted to say to him had been repeated over and over again. The century-old lovesick finally had a day to pay, and it was considered a big dream.

The old lady patted her son's hand tremblingly, and led him tremblingly to Long Ya and Qi Chen.

Two ghosts, one old and one young, knelt on their knees facing Long Ya and Qi Chen, and kowtowed slowly.

Qi Chen bent down and reached out to help the old lady up, but found that his fingers went straight through the old man's body and could no longer touch her.

The old lady raised her head, looked at them and said: "I have made my long wish, I can't repay my old body, I just ask you two to help me to the end, so that I can bring my son's bones back to Baihe, I'm afraid I won't be able to last until that time ..." The voice became lower and lower as her gradually dimmed figure, and at the end it was almost like a whisper.

When she saw Qi Chen nodding her head, the old lady finally closed her eyes and kowtowed again.Just in the posture of lying on the ground, with a "huh", it disappeared with the wind, and the man made of fireflies also followed her away, and returned to the skeleton again, leaving no trace to be traced.

Hearing the sound of "铛——", a white jade inlaid gold bracelet fell to the ground, and after rolling around, it returned to calm.