Cultural Relics Are Not To Be Messed With

The voice was so low that it was almost a whisper, and it traveled up Qi Chen's fingertips, resonating slightly in his chest.

Qi Chen's eyes widened in surprise, staring at the white bone that his fingertips touched, and after listening to the whispering voice for a while, he tentatively took his hand away.

The moment his fingers left the bones, the low, hoarse voice also disappeared from Qi Chen's ears.

Just as he guessed, the sound did indeed come from the white broken bones.

He put his finger on it again, and the sound came again.

This time, he carefully discerned the content of the words... But the words spoken by this voice were too vague, with a dialect accent, Qi Chen could only feel a bunch of garbled characters rushing towards his face, which unceremoniously confused him. face.

After listening for more than a minute, Qi Chen silently picked out his ears with a slumped face, wanting to cry in his heart: Really... I don't understand at all!

Just when he was at a loss, an idea suddenly popped into his mind——

What if the garbled words are not really complete sentences?What if it was the final soul sound of this skeleton that was mixed with countless attachments and longings before its death?

As soon as this idea appeared, Qi Chen suddenly figured it out, and no longer focused all his attention on distinguishing the content of the words. He simply picked up the broken bone, stood in front of the hill of white bones, and closed his eyes. Eye.

Once the vision is blocked, the sense of hearing and touch occupy the most important part and are extremely sensitive.

This time, Qi Chen finally heard something tricky from that voice——

There is not only one source of this sound.

Just because the white bone held in his hand was in direct contact with him, the voice had the strongest sense of existence, so that other voices were covered by it.

Qi Chen, who had abandoned other senses, listened to this voice now, and felt that it was more like a multiplayer—countless voices of the same voice spoke the same gibberish words, gathered together, and passed into Qi Chen's ears at the same time .

Qi Chen frowned, closed his eyes and lowered his head to listen carefully for a while, then from this sound, he peeled off a strand that was relatively easy to distinguish, and moved two steps along its direction.

He bent down and approached the voice little by little...

Finally found the source of that ray of sound in a certain place, and then stretched out his hand to touch it, his fingertips slid across the small pile of broken bones, and when it landed on a certain piece of broken bone, the ray of sound suddenly It became much clearer, and passed into Qi Chen's ears along the fingertips.

Sure enough.

Qi Chen opened his eyes, took off the broken bone, compared it with the white bone he was holding in his hand, and finally breathed out with certainty.

God really has a conscience.

After he undertook this almost impossible task, he actually left him such a dark line.

There is almost no big difference between these piles of bones. If you want to distinguish them one by one based on your eyesight and the relevant knowledge stored in your stomach, it is too difficult.

But with the soul voice coming from the broken bones, it's like holding the ends of countless long threads in your hands. As long as you have a little patience, you can smooth them out one by one from the mess without any problems. something went wrong.

This kind of discovery relieved all his worries and pressures, so that he felt relaxed and excited for a moment, and immediately started to sort out the mountain of bones...

But in the midst of being busy, a doubt flashed in his mind——

As an ordinary person, why can he hear the soul sound coming from these broken bones just by touching his fingers?Is it because these bone-crushing obsessions are so deep that no matter who encounters them, they can hear them, or does he have certain qualities and conditions that others do not have?

The former is fine, if it is the latter, what are the characteristics and conditions...

When this thought flashed across, Qi Chen always felt a little familiar. He seemed to have had similar questions not long ago, but now he couldn't remember the specific details.

"Could it be that he accidentally inhaled the ecstasy potion sprinkled by team leader Shan Xiao, and was tricked into forgetting it?" Qi Chen paused the movements of his hands, muttered to himself, and then patted himself on the head suddenly, annoyed : "It made you unresponsive and didn't know how to get out of the way. Now it's all right, and I don't know what I forgot..."

He is not a person who is too entangled, just shook his head, and then continued with the work at hand, intending to go to Shan Xiao to ask if there is any remedy, such as adding another bamboo tube of water to fight the poison with poison or something...

Qi Chen was just talking nonsense and teasing himself, sorting out the mountain of bones in the single office.

A person's bones are broken or whole, and there are more than 200 pieces in total. Although he found the line that distinguishes them from the bone mountain, this work is still time-consuming and labor-intensive.

It took him a day and a half to pick out all the skeletons.

Director Dong thoughtfully placed a huge box against the wall for him in this room, inside the box were neatly stacked stacks of silk cloth.

Each piece of silk cloth is about one and a half meters square, with densely packed runes painted on it, and I don't know where it was obtained. It is said that it has the effect of requieming the soul, and it is specially for Qi Chen to pack these broken bones.

He carefully wrapped the set of skeletons that had been picked out in silk cloth, tied a knot, and carried them downstairs, just in time to see Long Ya leading Lou Zhou out of the office.

"Team Leader Long—" Qi Chen yelled, and raised the silk bag in his hand to Lou Zhou, "I have collected the bones of a soldier."

"Yo! It's just in time, I just want to go upstairs to see how you are doing!" Long Ya raised his finger and pointed at Lou Zhou, "You stayed in there for a day and a half, and he just sat on the stool for a day and a half. It made one feel restless and restless, and I almost thought that there was a lice in the office, and something was wrong for a moment, so I just called him out."

Lou Zhou has been taught a lot of things over the past day. Like all the monsters in Guanghe Company, his clothes and appearance have become very modern, and the blood on his face has disappeared, revealing his original appearance. Handsome and handsome.

If it weren't for the straight spear-like standing posture and the iron armor covering his wrists, Qi Chen would hardly have recognized him.

Lou Zhou's temperament is relatively serious, except when he is fierce, he can be regarded as honest and honest in most cases.On the one hand, he was a little embarrassed because of Long Ya's words, and on the other hand, he was a little excited because of the silk bag in Qi Chen's hand.

But his nerve to manage facial expressions is a bit dull, unable to control the two emotions of retraction and release at the same time, the two sides seesaw, in a dilemma, and finally he has to freeze in the middle, paralyzed into a piece of cake with no expression.

Lou Zhou took a step forward, took the cloth bag in Qi Chen's hand with both hands, and carefully looked around the whole cloth bag, his eyes were deep and dark, full of too many emotions.

He raised his hand to catch Qi Chen's slipknot, as if he wanted to untie it to see the bones inside, but after a long pause, he finally withdrew his hand and gave up the idea, as if he was afraid that if he was not careful, he would disturb the sleeping inside. Same brother.

He was holding the cloth bag like a baby, and looked like he was about to salute Qi Chen as a general, but just as he made some moves, he was stopped by Qi Chen and Long Ya.

"Okay, there are hundreds of pairs, even if he puts on one pair a day, he will have to work hard for three years. If you want to accept a pair and kneel once like you, you have to kneel to him every day, and respecting ancestors is not like that!" Long Ya clapped He patted him on the shoulder and dissuaded him patiently, and after persuading him, he said to Qi Chen: "You should tell him about the condition of this skeleton, so that he can think about which one it is, and send it home as soon as possible." .”

Qi Chen didn't talk nonsense, and gave Lou Zhou a rough description of the skeleton's voice, and then briefly described it: "The bones of his left ring finger and little finger were cut off, there was a knife mark on the bone of his left arm, and the cheekbones were relatively high—"

Before he finished speaking, Lou Zhou said in a daze, "Old Chai..."

"Do you know who it is?" Qi Chen asked.

Lou Zhou gave a "hmm", nodded, and said with a very determined look, "people from Yongzhou, Cenyun County, Yongzhou."

"Cenyun County, Yongzhou?" In terms of ancient and modern place names, probably no one is more familiar with these old ghosts in Guanghe, and Long Ya almost didn't even think about it: "Yo! Coincidentally! By the way."

"By the way?" Qi Chen looked at him confusedly.

"I came back yesterday and searched the system for what old Yuan said about Chen Yongshou. There was indeed a person named Chen Xiu in my ancestors. I planned to stop by to see if Lao Tzu's Linglong Orb is still in his hands. Then Chen Yongshou is now I live in Qin City, not far from Cen Yun." Long Ya raised his chin at Lou Zhou and said, "It's just right for me to take you there."

Long Ya found the clue to his orb, so Qi Chen was naturally happy for him. It was the first time for Lou Zhou, who was unfamiliar with the place where he lived, to travel far away in modern society, and someone took him along, so Qi Chen was naturally happy for him, too, but ——

Five minutes later, Qi Chen who was sitting in the car really didn't understand why he, an irrelevant person, was dragged into the car when the two were out on errands?

Obviously, Quan Guanghe is the only one who is the best now!No!have to!idle!ah!

It's a pity that in a place like Guanghe, where demons dance wildly and are stewed in a pot, the real human Qichen is like the only rat droppings in the soup pot, clearly and strongly showing his sense of existence, and there is nowhere to hide if he wants to hide, it's just so bright floating there.

Even an old monster likes to bully him...

Well, the old monster is none other than Longya.

It's a pity that Qi Chen dared not speak out, so he could only suppress his resistance calmly on the surface, and quietly gave Uncle Long a waist pendant, the bracket was forced, and the bracket was over.

Knowing the connection between Chen Yongshou and Chen Xiu, and also knowing the location of Chen Yongshou, Long Ya was not as impatient as before. I drove around the suburbs and found a place with good feng shui to stop.

Lou Zhou got out of the car with the bag of bones in his arms, and Long Ya and Qi Chen followed behind him not too far away, until they reached an old tree.

Long Ya wanted to provide Lou Zhou with a knife for digging, but Lou Zhou waved his hand and helped his brother dig the grave with his bare hands.

People who have been on the battlefield have helped many former brothers collect bones and dig graves. Lou Zhou was restrained and calm from the beginning to the end, without crying or even shedding tears.

But the protruding tiger claw bones on his cheeks due to gritting his teeth, his tightly pursed lips, and the movements of mechanically planing the soil, in the eyes of people, all have a desolate taste.

Lou Zhou quickly dug a deep hole, put the silk bag in it, and covered it with several layers of soil.

When he stood up, his two muddy hands trembled slightly as they hung on his sides due to too much force.

Long Ya didn't know whether it was prepared in advance or what, he took out a jug and a small jade wine glass from his invisible treasure bag, filled a glass of water wine, and handed it to Lou Zhou.

After Lou Zhou took the cup, Long Ya and Qi Chen nodded at the simple tomb, then turned and walked towards the car, leaving Lou Zhou alone to talk to his comrades.

But in fact, Lou Zhou didn't speak.

His hand was still trembling while holding the wine glass, before pouring it, he accidentally spilled two drops on the loose soil of the new grave, making two small shallow pits, which seemed to be tears for him.

Lou Zhou stood in front of the new grave without saying a word for a long time, then raised his hand and poured the wine in the glass on the ground carefully.

A cup of wine sacrifices to the heroic soul.

It's just that more than 1000 years have passed, and I don't know if the heroic soul can still taste it.

Lou Zhou knelt down on one knee in front of the grave, then raised his hand, clenched his fist, and tapped the ground gently, as if passing through the six-foot loess, passing through the millennium, and striking on the shoulders of his brothers in the same robe. There was a knock.

It's just like the action that many, many years ago, the lieutenant soldiers often made when they were leaving to say goodbye.

Then he stood up and walked in the direction of Long Ya and Qi Chen.

Behind him, Lao Chai lay quietly under the loess, leaning against a big, lush tree.

In fact, he just said two words to Lao Chai in his heart——

He said he had a dream last night.

In the dream, the family and the country are still the same, the mountains and rivers are peaceful, and it has been like this for thousands of years.

The third volume has bloomed for a hundred years