Ancient Art of Sealing Ghosts

After confirming that Dao Feng who came up last was safe and sound, the four of us slumped on the ground and looked at each other out of breath. When the uncle saw that I was wiping cold sweat with lingering fear, he sneered and said, "Why, are you afraid? After this, how will we go on the road?"

I looked up to the sky and rolled my eyes, and replied: "Nonsense, of course I'm afraid. There are iron thorns underneath. If I accidentally let go of my hand just now, the three of us would have to fall down and tie them into skewers. Even without those iron thorns, this A height with enough space for us to swing over, we can fall to our death hundreds of times, and..."

As I said that, I sneaked a glance at Dao Feng next to me, thinking that Dao Feng just grabbed the stone brick with his injured right hand to support the three of us. I don’t know if the old injury has recurred. So wearing gloves with his left hand is entirely for the poisonous black cat, and now this important right hand has become his weakness, and I'm afraid he won't be able to fully adapt to it for a while.

But even so, Dao Feng didn't show any difficulty, which made me more worried that he was trying to be brave.

"And what?" Seeing that I hadn't said anything for a long time, the uncle couldn't help asking.

"And..." I glanced at the uncle, quickly raised my hand to hold Dao Feng's right hand, and squeezed it hard, and I saw his brows slightly wrinkled, and his deep black eyes looked at me in confusion: "And the thing on Dao Feng's shoulder The injury hasn’t healed yet, I’m afraid he’ll relapse after working so hard, didn’t you notice which hand he used just now?”

When Dao Feng heard my words, he rarely showed a trace of eagerness, and retorted in a low voice: "My hands are fine."

"You know if there is any problem." I didn't let go of his hand, but just looked at him quietly, watching the light called panic flashing quickly in the dark eyes.

"It's your illusion." Dao Feng withdrew his hand, turned his head expressionlessly and ignored me.

I shook my left hand, which suddenly became empty, and I didn't expect that rashly exposing him would make him more silent. This shows that I don't know him well enough, and I can't fully grasp his temper to achieve the desired consolation effect.

I don't want to see his injuries get worse, because some injuries may last a lifetime if they don't heal for a while, and that will make me feel more guilty.

Uncle and sister Xuan watched us come and go, and understood the general idea.

Sister Xuan frowned, looked at Dao Feng and said, "Chu Yang finally said something human, Dao Feng, you can't let go of your hand, next time..."

Having said that, Sister Xuan bit her lip and stopped speaking. She winked at me a little uneasy. I knew it was because she didn't know how to dissuade her.

After all, the situation was critical just now, and our lives were saved by Dao Feng, but now we blame him for not caring for our hands, this is not deceiving.

This made me start to reflect. The action just now was too reckless and too hasty. I shouldn’t use ordinary methods to treat Dao Feng’s personality. If he is as tough as him, I’m afraid he won’t easily accept my concern, and he may even feel disgusted.

Just when I was at my wit's end and made eye contact with Sister Xuan annoyedly, the uncle gave a dry cough, first pretended to criticize Sister Xuan and me severely, and then said to Daofeng earnestly: "... Even so, they are I'm worried about you, not malicious, maybe what I said is a bit insincere, but the starting point is always good, if you are not happy, just listen to it, don't take it to heart, but your body is a big deal after all, I believe you have a care in your heart .”

As soon as these words came out, although the expression on Dao Feng's face did not change much, he nodded silently, indicating that he knew what to do.

I breathed a sigh of relief and wondered if I was a bit of a bully just now. Dao Feng can be cruel to the enemy, but he is very soft-hearted to his own people. Maybe it was because I saw through him that I subconsciously forced him to speak, because I knew he would never Happiness won't really do anything to me.

But recalling the way he frowned when he squeezed his hand just now, and the phrase "it's your illusion", I guessed that his hand must have been too hard and now it is hurting badly, otherwise why would I have to hide it with a guilty conscience.

Thinking of this, I walked to the edge of the high platform with a flashlight and looked at the densely packed and frightening iron thorns below, feeling mixed feelings in my heart.

This guy Dao Feng really has a kind of gentleness that people can't let go of. The more you get to know him, the more you can understand him. His tolerance and consideration are like the sunshine in winter. There is only comfort and comfort on his body. He is willing to make others worry, and he will desperately rescue his companions when they are in danger. All these are perfectly hidden by Dao Feng under that indifferent face, but it is often more difficult to let go.

It also made me think more irresistibly.

If it was a woman, she would probably be so infatuated with him by now that she couldn't extricate herself.

"It's almost time to rest, let's continue." The uncle suddenly interrupted my deep thinking, and beckoned us to continue going deep into the tomb.

I cheered up and followed behind into the secret passage on the high platform.

The man with the distorted figure did not reappear. It is no wonder that if he fell from such a high place, he would either be pierced by an iron thorn or fall into a meat paste. It would be impossible to catch up and make trouble. With the strength of the four of us now, it is easy to solve it.

The uncle said that the high platform and the trap covered with iron thorns just now are probably a place similar to sacrificial offerings. This can be seen from the stone statues on the high platform. People fell and were pierced by iron thorns, and blood flowed along the iron thorns. The blood pool at the bottom is then gathered together and transported to other places to support or moisten certain things.

This is a commonly used method in ancient tomb organs.

We walked along the secret passage behind the high platform and observed carefully. The downward slope of the secret passage forced us to slow down and beware of traps that may appear at any time. With the lesson just now, every step we take this time You have to think about it.

The secret passage extending downward leads to a small tomb. Compared with other ancient tombs, this tomb is already very wide, but under this ghost city, it is a little small.

The center of the tomb is sunken in a zigzag shape, and there is a sarcophagus in the middle. The material of the sarcophagus cannot be seen, and the whole is dusty. I don’t know if it is because of too much dust, but it looks full of a silent and sad black atmosphere .

I've never been very fond of things like coffins, they always give me a bad feeling, maybe because the smell of death is too strong.

Sometimes people who are closer to ghosts and gods are more taboo about these things, always worried that they will bring unwarranted disasters to themselves.

The uncle raised his wolf eyes, approached the sarcophagus cautiously, and said: "The coffin placed here is either an institution or buried with some ministers and concubines. It is of no value. If it is not necessary, we don't need to open the coffin."

"Hmm." I nodded, went around to the front of the sarcophagus, and saw a rather abstract ear totem engraved on the coffin lid, so I said, "I think it's more likely to be a mechanism."

"I think it's a minister." Sister Xuan folded her arms and paced, "How can a concubine use such a simple coffin? Women love vanity, and they attach great importance to such things. It's a mess."

"Whatever it is, one more thing is worse than one less thing. Our goal is not here. We should find the main tomb as soon as possible." The uncle took one last look at the coffin and waved his hand to signal us to leave quickly.

Dao Feng remained silent, and even at this time he didn't say a word. The little black cat jumped onto his shoulder at some point, and was enjoying the caress of Dao Feng's left hand comfortably.

I looked at him, and then followed the uncle, shooting around with wolf eyes while walking.

On both sides of the tomb chamber are many painted wooden carvings with different postures. These wooden carvings all look like maids, sitting there kneeling with lowered eyebrows, holding or holding some utensils in their hands.

The uncle took a look and said that these wood carvings are all made of locust wood, and a layer of special liquid has been poured on them to make them immortal for thousands of years.

I'm not interested in this kind of thing that can't be moved, so I didn't ask more.

As we walked all the way, I gradually found that my previous inference was wrong. This tomb is definitely not small, but it is rectangular. This surprised me because I saw it in the tomb of Yuan Dingzong Most of the tombs are close to square and look very regular.

After walking for about 10 minutes, the uncle who took the lead suddenly stopped and looked at us in surprise: "Did you find this place weird?"

Sister Xuan made a "cut" sound, curled her lips and said, "It's up to you to say, after walking for so long and not reaching the end, even ghosts find something is wrong."

I shook my head: "Don't tell me, there are really no ghosts here. I haven't even seen a ghost until now..."

As soon as the voice fell, I saw a figure about seven or eight meters in front of us suddenly appeared. The figure was slender and looked like a woman.

"Fuck, Cao Cao Cao Cao is here, is it really a ghost?" I muttered in a low voice, turning my head to look at the uncle.

The uncle raised his hand and made a silent gesture, took two steps forward, shot at him with wolf eyes, and said at the same time: "Whoever comes is not kind, don't come, get ready guys."

Sister Xuan immediately raised the gun in her hand to aim at the shadow when she heard the words, the machine gun roared and sparks flew everywhere, and the bullets whizzed and hit the shadow, but there was still no trace of waves.

The shadow still stood there straight.

"What's going on?" Sister Xuan put down the gun and asked, "Is it a ghost or a human?"

"I'm afraid it's neither a human nor a ghost." I stared at the shadow and said, "There is no ghost aura. If it was a human, so many guns would have been lying down."

"That is……"

"Go and have a look."

We looked at each other and walked over almost at the same time.

And that shadow didn't seem to be afraid of us at all, standing motionless in its original position, without any reaction to our approach.

"This..." When we really came in front of the black shadow, I couldn't help but widen my eyes in surprise, and stared at the thing in front of me dumbfounded.

It was neither a ghost nor a person. It hung in the air and appeared in front of us like a ghost. The thin skin swayed strangely in the silent tomb, and the black holes on its face looked so heavy and lifeless.

It was a piece of human skin, a well-preserved, complete human skin stripped from head to toe.

The author has something to say: I’m really not very good at writing emotional dramas...so in the setting, Chu Yang is an Aquarius, the constellation with the highest degree of acceptance of homosexuality, and also the constellation of quasi-bisexuality...