ghost in the book

When the restaurant was resting for a few days, the other party stuffed an envelope into his hand.

The young man was a little baffled, but he still held it, walked into his bedroom seemingly casually, and slowly tore open the somewhat thick cowhide envelope.

There are more than a dozen photos in it, the first one is a landscape photo, the Great Barrier Reef in Australia, the sky is blue and the sea is blue, it is very beautiful.But now Wu Luo was not in the mood to read this at all, so he continued to scroll down.

Unexpectedly, after such a turn, his whole expression changed.

At first it was the Great Barrier Reef, then it was an ordinary coast, and then it was the scene of a small fishing village. The owner who sent the photo was afraid that the other party would not know who he was, so he insisted on showing half a grinning face in the corner of the camera.The man's skin was dark, and his smile was distorted due to the angle, but it could be seen that it was Joan Sisley, the fisherman who used to hold a dagger-like scabbard.

What is he doing with his picture?

With such doubts, the young man continued to read.

The next one is the bronze vessel destroyed in the last fight, and the next one is a newly built bronze statue. When comparing the two, it is found that there is almost no difference.

Although only such a bronze statue appears in the center of the photo, the whole picture seems simple, but it is not.Wu Luo will gradually feel that something is wrong—the appearance of the bronze statue is so lifelike, no wonder it cost 60 yuan to build—but these are not the key points, the key point is that the eyebrows and eyes have a familiar taste, which makes people feel familiar. A little confused.

In other words, it looks as if he knows someone with such a face, but when he thinks about it carefully, he can't correspond to anyone.

Wu Luo scratched his head and continued to read.

The next few pictures are completely unseen scenes.

A deep tunnel.

Two huge bronze doors.

The strange stone statues and reliefs should look particularly gloomy against the firelight.

Then there is a stone platform, which was taken from a far away place, so it is not very clear.But from the perspective of the camera lens, the stone platform should be in a huge pit, and there is this extremely thick metal chain of unknown texture beside it.There are many black things around the stone platform, because of the distance, I can't see them clearly, and there should be forty or fifty in total.

Although these things are strange and strange, they should all be products of the land of China. Only the ancient peoples in this land can imagine the distant and simple patterns.

They do not belong to Western culture.But if it corresponds to any recorded dynasty, Xiangchenxuan's cactus shopkeeper really can't find any counterparts right now.

These civilizations should come from much earlier times.

Wu Luo pinched the photo, his palms sweated a little because of the tension.He looked up at the expressionless Wu Zhen, and asked in a low voice, "Sister Zhen, you know what, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't be so mysterious."

The woman who always talked and laughed at Yan Yan had an extremely serious expression at this time, and she whispered three words: "The Gate of Life and Death."

"What?" Wu Luo was taken aback.

When Wu really wanted to say something, Roumomo's crisp voice sounded outside the bedroom door: "Brother Wu Luo, come quickly! That beep—uncle seems to be waking up!"

The young man stood up abruptly and walked out.Compared with the weird things he once loved most, he is more concerned about everything about Langya now.Ye Zhiqiu means clues, and clues mean Langya's safety.Before he knew it, it had become the most important thing.

Wu Zhen put his hand on his younger brother's shoulder, and said softly, "I'll go first... Also, can you tell that the bronze statue looks like someone?

The young man was taken aback when he heard the words, turned his head to look at Zhenjie with a strange expression, and asked, "Do you recognize it? Who is it?"

"It's the person you are most familiar with, but the chin and face of the bronze statue are taken from another person...you don't remember it now, so you can't recognize it." Wu Zhen seemed to be a different person, with a melancholy smile, and muttered Muttering to himself, "I didn't expect that after such a long time, everyone still thinks they should be together, whatever..."

The young man had never seen a cousin with such a sharp and straightforward personality, so he couldn't help but feel a little confused.But he had already opened the bedroom door at this time, and he wanted to ask more questions, but was pulled over by the little bandit guarding the door, and rushed straight to Hao Ziyao's bedroom.

Wu Zhen looked at the backs of the two, shook his head with some emotion in his eyes, then received the photos together and stuffed them under Wu Luo's pillow.Then she looked at the vibrating mobile phone, sighed, and left quietly.

85. Tucao 77: Talk about feeding blood...

The uncle on death row who was rescued before was lying quietly on Hao Ziyao's extremely luxurious big bed, his eyes slightly closed making his expression a bit numb.

Wu Luo rushed in hastily, but still saw Ye Zhiqiu in a coma, and couldn't help becoming irritable. "Momo, didn't you say he was going to wake up?"

"I asked Momo to call you." Panxi took a step forward, pointing to Ye Zhiqiu's right hand, "I saw his fingers move just now—he was in a deep coma before, he didn't respond to how he moved, just now He did move his fingers spontaneously, so I thought he was going to wake up."

We will set off tomorrow afternoon, and seeing that we are running out of time, the young man feels a stasis in his chest.He stared straight at Ye Zhiqiu's eyelids until his eyes became sour, and then he gave up.

Seeing that he was so serious, the three people beside him didn't dare to speak.After a while, Hao Ziyao hesitated and said, "Why don't you rest for a while? Maybe the teacher will wake up in a while." Seeing that no one paid attention to him, he said to himself again, "I don't know if the teacher's coma is counted. Is it a disease? It seems that Uro's blood can heal wounds..."

"What did you say?" The young man jumped up and grabbed the tall and tall emperor by the collar, "Say it again!"

Hao Ziyao thought that Wu Luo would blow his hair, so he shook his head vigorously in a panic, "Gu, I didn't say anything! I didn't say anything about your blood! I didn't say it can cure diseases!"

"Rat poison..." The young man suddenly changed from grabbing to hugging, and patted the emperor's back with an inexplicable frightened face several times. "You finally said something useful!"

Seeing Wu Luo turn around and rush out of the room, Hao Ziyao scratched his head as before, looking at the little bandit who was also surprised, "What did I say? Is Wu Luo happy... or not?"

Rou Momo spread her hands and shook her head, while Pan Xi gritted her silver teeth lightly, with a gloomy look in her eyes. "Time has passed countless times, and he can always be so harsh on himself for that person!"

"Panxi? What are you talking about?" Roumomo asked curiously, "Do you know what Brother Wu Luo is doing?"

The other party frowned and put down the water glass and towel in his hand. "What else can I do? I must be looking for a sharp weapon like a dagger."

While speaking, he saw the young man rushing into the room with a kitchen knife and a syringe in his hand, and stopped in front of the bed. He looked at the knife in his left hand, then at the needle in his right hand, and then looked around the room, suddenly he had an idea.

He drew out the blood, injected it into a cup, and shook it with warm water, and immediately the whole room was filled with a faint, somewhat sweet smell of blood.

Signaling Hao Ziyao to help the unconscious man up, Wu Luo squeezed the man's jaw open, and slowly poured blood into him.Naturally, an unconscious person would not be able to swallow well, so the blood flowed down the corner of his mouth again, dripping on the white shirt that Hao Ziyao put on for him, which was particularly eye-catching.

The young man shook his head, so he had to drink a mouthful of blood by himself, and then fed it to the unconscious Ye Zhiqiu.During this process, he couldn't help but be disgusted by blood, and he was even more uncomfortable when he kissed an uncle with a beard.But thinking of Langya being left to fight alone in another time and space, he also recognized it.

It's just that I didn't expect that Ye Zhiqiu would think this and that--Wuluo's blood is really awesome. Although it has no effect on others, it is really better than Taishang Laojun's when used on the ancient people he brought back. The elixir is back to life.

The bearded uncle blinked his eyes twice, savoring the touch on his lower lip, then looked at the young man with disdain and said, "Tsk tsk, I won't change to another beauty."

"Hey! You beep-beep, don't know what's good or bad!" The little bandit got angry immediately, and took a step forward, intending to turn his face. "Let's talk about it! What's wrong with Brother Wuluo? Brother Wuluo is the most beautiful room full of monsters!"

Pan Xi also gave him a hard look, "It's hard to be righteous if you're still lustful!"

Unexpectedly, Ye Zhiqiu's face was calm, and his expression was extremely calm.He sat up unhurriedly, squinting his eyes and scanning the crowd. "It's written down in one word, Yong."

"Uncle, do you dare not to worry about things? How can I mess with you even if I am ordinary? It's just to feed your saliva. If you don't want to, I still don't want to! Okay, stop talking nonsense, and explain it quickly!" As soon as he was energetic, the young man put the cup aside, and immediately stepped forward to ask for clarification.

Ye Zhiqiu sighed, and said weakly, "It's just a word... Uh, don't stare at me, I just want to say it's not uncle..."

"That's good—Master, tell me quickly!"

"..." Seeing that the expression on Wu Luo's face was about to get angry, Ye Zhiqiu was silent for a moment, and without any excuses, he began to narrate in detail.

It turns out that he has been investigating for many years and knows some methods of awakening, but due to various reasons, he has not been completely sure, nor can he use it smoothly.

More importantly, Ye Zhiqiu knew more, bigger and more terrifying secrets, but he couldn't say anything, especially not to Wu Luo.So he just carried such a trace of guilt, but concealed his real gaze with a disregarded expression