Nirvana of Tomb Raiders

Zhao Qingming, who ate, drank and slept as usual, felt a strange atmosphere around him on the fifth day after his second uncle Zhao Xian came back. He didn't know what would happen next, and he always had an ominous premonition. His time was more sympathetic and compassionate.

In the evening, someone took the place of grandfather guarding the ancient tomb, and the second uncle picked him up from the mountain. As soon as he entered the door, Zhao Qingming felt his grandfather's inexplicable anger towards the second uncle, and his breathing became heavy. Zhao Qingming Filially, he walked up to his grandfather and made a gesture to help him, but he stretched out his hand, and his grandfather scolded angrily: "Nie Zi!"

Accompanied by the sound of angrily scolding, there was the sound of a bamboo stick snapping. Zhao Qingming was stunned for a moment. It turned out that Grandpa hit Second Uncle on the leg with a temporary bamboo crutch that came down the mountain. , I am also forced to."

The second aunt who was preparing dinner heard the voice and hurriedly came out, wiping her wet hands on the apron, but she couldn't help, she stood aside anxiously, Zhao Qingming hid beside Grandpa for some reason, usually gentle Why did the second uncle kneel down to grandpa suddenly, and why was the grandpa who just came back so angry.

Grandpa angrily threw the other half of the broken bamboo on the ground, and continued to scold: "Are you worthy of your dead brother!?"

The second uncle Zhao Xian lowered his head and did not speak. Grandpa was so angry that he sat on the bamboo chair and patted his chest. It was Jiaozi's palm that touched Zhao Qingming's head.

Then, the grandfather looked outside the door and sighed, as if he had suddenly aged a few years. He asked Zhao Qingming: "Xiao Ming, do you miss your father?"

Zhao Qingming, who was being stroked on the head, wanted to shake his head but nodded again. He didn't know where his father was, and he didn't have a father before he was reborn, but he had a master who hated him.

The second uncle looked up at Zhao Qingming, and a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes. Zhao Qingming vaguely knew that this matter seemed to be related to the sacrifice, so he raised his head and asked his grandfather, "Grandpa, did something happen? I can help." ?"

Grandpa's eyes were red, he patted Zhao Qingming's thin palm, and said with a choked voice, "Don't worry, it's okay, Grandpa will protect you, no one can take my grandson away."

Zhao Qingming was startled, what was going on, he turned his head to look at the second uncle, obviously wanting to know what happened from his eyes, but the second uncle has been avoiding his sight, so it seems that it will happen to him What's the matter, Zhao Qingming began to panic, offering sacrifices?What will it have to do with him?

With a restless heart, Zhao Qingming didn't know what to eat when he was eating dinner. He was chewing the meat slices that he seldom saw usually. Seeing it, the cousins ​​were jealous, telling in their eyes that their father didn't love him and other children. Grandpa sat on the main seat and glared at Zhao Xian, but he didn't talk to him.

After dinner, grandpa went out to find friends, while Zhao Qingming and his cousins ​​took a bath and did their homework as usual, but after taking a bath, he felt groggy and limp all over, and couldn't exert any strength. He felt tired while writing, and before he fell asleep, he saw the swaying figure of the second uncle walking in from the door.

Before he fell down, the second uncle said to him: "This year it's our family's turn to go to the tomb of the mountain god to get the fire of the gods. Amin, the second uncle is sorry for you, please forgive me."

Zhao Qingming knew that something was going to happen to him, but he was too young to resist, and anger was useless!

Zhao Qingming, who was in a coma, was awakened by the beating sound of "boom, bang, bang". In addition to the beating sound of "boom, bang", there were other noises of "buzzing". It became more and more clear that these sounds were harsh, almost piercing his eardrums, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

What are those?

The man wearing the weird and weird mask was holding a big bowl in one hand, and was sprinkling thick blood on his body with the other hand. The strong smell of blood almost made him sick. Surrounded by more than one masked man who spilled blood on him, there were other masked men with long knives dancing strangely barefoot beside him.

bang bang bang.

clang clang clang.

Bang Bang Bang.

Zhao Qingming, who was fully awake at this time, wanted to escape from this weird scene, but when he was about to stand up, he found himself tied to a chair, unable to move or even speak. What did Zhao Xian eat for him? This kind of anger and grievance suddenly overflowed his whole body. He stared at the bonfire in front of him. There were also people wielding long knives and dancing around the fire. Why is he tied here!

This is the sacrificial place, yes, it must be the place of this race’s sacrificial ceremony, and why was he tied up? Men wearing strange masks and gorgeous national costumes continued to dance around the fire. Suddenly, Zhao Qingming, whose eyes were full of fear Seeing a man with a bare upper body holding a rooster in one hand, the moment Zhao Qingming blinked, the head of the rooster was broken off and rolled to the ground, the chicken blood splashed all over the ground, the man with the upper body naked held the cock Running around the fire, the others cheered, and the sacrificial utensils in their hands made strange noises, shaking the whole mountain.

He became the boy who took the fire?

The timid Zhao Qingming almost wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound when he raised his throat. He twisted his bound body, the rope was so tight that he couldn't break free. His little face was now as dusty as dust. Until I will be killed by these barbarians!

Then, the brutal man who cut off the chicken head directly stuck the long knife in his hand on the ground, everyone fell silent, and those men and women wearing masks skillfully carried out their next actions. At this time, Zhao Qingming He found that the clothes on his body had been changed early, and the heavy clothes were added to him, making it extremely difficult to breathe.

This sacrificial place is a flat ground, and now Zhao Qingming, who is so frightened that his whole body is stiff, can't remember what the hell it is here, and he is being carried up the mountain by these masked people, that's right, up the mountain Let's go, someone in front is leading the way with a torch, and four people lift up the bamboo poles tied under the chair where Zhao Qingming is sitting. Suddenly, Zhao Qingming, who is flying into the air, makes a sound of "uuuuuuuu" and shakes his head in a panic, with a flustered heart. It was getting more and more chaotic, but no one paid attention to him. There was another chair and sedan chair with him. Since he was following behind, Zhao Qingming didn't have time to look at it, and he was not in the mood to investigate further. He felt that he finally got it. It seemed that life was about to be lost again. A man wearing an ugly mask raised his head and directly knocked out Zhao Qingming, who was dizzy from fright.

After fainting, he would naturally wake up again. Zhao Qingming opened his eyes again. This time, there were no strange screams or beating sounds in his ears. Instead, he became too quiet. Qingming is most afraid of it.

He tried to move his arm, this time it was not tied, opened his eyes, there was no light in the bright room, but burning candles, he sat up suddenly, the bell hanging around his neck accompanied his The ringing sound made by a big movement, if it was in the daytime, in a place with people, Zhao Qingming would have thought the ringtone was very pleasant, but now it is lifting his young heart higher and trembling, now it is not atmospheric Dare to take a breath.

Sitting up, he found that he was lying on a sacrificial altar, with fruits, meat and other items in front of him, a few thick candles were burning, and there was a little girl lying next to him, she was the little girl of the Li family. Daughter Li Xiaomei, usually not very talkative, always following her brother, she is a shy child, her clothes are more grand than his, and the silver ring around her neck gleamed coldly under the candlelight, Zhao Qingming He was scared in his heart, but he still poked towards the little girl's breath.

Still breathing, he pinched Li Xiaomei among those who pinched Li Xiaomei. When Li Xiaomei woke up, she saw Zhao Qingming, who was not too unfamiliar, and started crying. It seemed that she, like himself, had no idea what was going on. Li Xiaomei cried Like a broken dam, it couldn't stop, and it didn't take a breath. Zhao Qingming, whose whole body was stiff with fear just now, was relieved. At least there was someone here, but he didn't know how to make Li Xiaomei stop. cry.

"Well, don't cry, I, I'll take you out." Zhao Qingming, whose palms were sweating, wrinkled his face and patted Li Xiaomei's weak shoulder, expressing that he was comforting her. In fact, he wanted to cry too. He was afraid. Who stipulates that people who have a second life can no longer be afraid of the dark night.

Zhao Qingming's voice was not loud and trembling, but Li Xiaomei could hear clearly, she wiped her tears and grabbed Zhao Qingming's oversized clothes, sniffed and emphasized: "You must, take me out, I'm afraid. "

It looked like he was about to cry again, Zhao Qingming said quickly, "Yes."

Two small cloth dots jumped off the sacrificial platform. The sacrificial platform was not high, but it was still a bit difficult for them. After all, Zhao Qingming was also short. Li Xiaomei might not know where it was, but Zhao Qingming vaguely knew where it was , and this kind of atmosphere is difficult for people not to know. The square sarcophagus lying flat on the opposite side is really not too small. He carefully led Xiaomei Li towards the door of the room. Before leaving, he also took a candlestick on the sacrificial altar. For lighting, he didn't have the courage to stop and explore the oblong object, and it was best not to think about it.

He held Li Xiaomei in one hand, and walked towards the dark tomb passage with a candlestick in the other hand. There was a gust of wind in the tomb passage. His hand holding the candlestick trembled slightly. He felt where the wind was blowing. He decided to walk towards the tomb passage on the right, where the candlelight could reach The range is only one meter, and you can see the road ahead more than one meter clearly at most. The tomb passage is made of stone and is very flat.

Zhao Qingming was not in the mood to study how big the tomb was, but since there was wind blowing, there must be an exit.

Li Xiaomei, who followed closely behind him, didn't say a word. Zhao Qingming only thought that she was too scared to speak, and that a little girl was going to suffer like this. The more Zhao Qingming walked out, the more he felt cold.

But when he was thinking about this, he felt that this tomb passage seemed endless. Did he choose the wrong path just now?

Just as he was thinking about what was going on, at this moment, the dark wind blowing in front of him suddenly stopped, and he felt his palms were sweaty. Then, he found that the hands of Zhao Xiaomei, who had been silent all this time, became cold and wide. vocalize.

Zhao Qingming's feet stood still and he couldn't move. At this horrifying moment, his mind went blank.

This big cold hand...