Nirvana of Tomb Raiders

Some years old vines climbed on the fence and passed through the glass sheets inserted on the fence. The two old trees are still tall and straight under the erosion of years. The lush branches and leaves are dense and lush, revealing a strong ancient atmosphere. The thick ancient atmosphere also contains a strange tranquility.

Fang Qiong didn't know the various legends of the so-called people born in the shade, but he didn't know that he had caused so many disasters because his soul entered such a body. When Fang Qiong woke up, he found himself lying in a room. In the room full of antiques, the bed is a spring sleeper, covered with a blue silk quilt, and the bedding is very modern, but this does not affect the taste of the whole room.

Caressing his forehead, he wished that he was still asleep, but the glare of sunlight coming in from the window reminded him that this was a real existence, yes, he was frightened unconscious again, and the one that frightened him unconscious It is a skeleton that exudes a terrifying atmosphere, can breath, and is an advanced skeleton with its own emotions.

Sitting blankly on the bed, Fang Qiong already knew that she was invited here as a guest, perhaps their purpose was not herself, but Feng Qing who had just come to this world not too long ago, or because of Chen Mo and others, but, What does it matter to him!

No matter how the struggles and disputes are related to him as a child, he studies hard, makes progress every day, and does not come out to do evil. He is a kind and good citizen, and now he has offended some gods.

Lifting the quilt and jumping out of bed, Fang Qiong's face was full of resentment. He calmly accepted that his body was born on July [-]th, but this body was too unlucky. Could it be that his soul and body were piled up with all kinds of bad luck? The result?

Thinking about before I died, I didn't have too many unlucky things, and I lived my little life in a mediocre way. It seems that the bad luck is probably due to the lack of integration between the soul and the body. After that, this reasoning must not make sense. Fang Qiong shook his head and shook off this idea. It was too outrageous. Does the theory of ghosts and gods really exist?

Whether the theory of ghosts and gods exists or not, Fang Qiong doesn't even want to verify it. He wants to know where the hell he is now. The skeleton that brought him out last night is real. Feng Zongzi is worried about leaving without knowing himself.

As soon as I opened the room, I saw two skeletons standing at the door. They wrapped themselves tightly in black robes, only revealing the ferocious skulls. Their teeth moved up and down, and the sound of clicking was harsh and unpleasant. Fang Qiong covered his chest. His heart has become stronger and stronger recently, and he will no longer let his legs become weak. As a human being, he must first protect his self-esteem.

"It's no wonder that the people who came out of there have such a mentality at a young age, and they didn't get scared by my skeleton and cried and rolled on the ground."

The man's voice came from around the corner. Seeing the two skeletons standing still, Fang Qiong walked around them to the place where the voice came from. It was an old but powerful voice.

There are several pots of vigorous green plants on the small balcony, including hardy cacti, daffodils that need to be planted in water, and delicate and charming roses. The roses in this season should not be so beautiful, but here It is full of spring, but the strong wind blows to tell Fang Qiong that it is autumn.

People, there are two.

One is a young man with a pale face facing Fang Qiong. He looks a bit literary. His head is turned sideways to look at the sky. His morbid appearance is very similar to the miserable hero in Qiong Yao's drama who is trapped by love and hurt by love. He is depressed and unhappy. , It really makes the audience feel distressed, but it's a pity that I'm not acting in a TV series now.The other person was the old man who spoke just now. He was about fifty years old. Fang Qiong felt that this person was about the same age as his master, but his face did not have the kindness of the master, but more naked desire and treachery. Strong and loud, with a loud voice, it is absolutely no problem to kill an elephant.

Fang Qiong frowned, folded his arms and said coldly like a little adult: "Who are you, and what is the purpose of arresting me here."

If his appearance was made by a mature man, it would be very intimidating. Fang Qiong is only ten years old now, his skin has turned white, and flesh has grown on his small face. Provoking the old man to laugh, Fang Qiong tried his best not to become ashamed of his anger, so that he could not calmly deal with the two people in front of him.

The young man turned his face slowly and said, "Little devil, you are very smart."

The voice is soft and depressing, and the low voice is like a priest singing hymns in a Western church, or like a spell caster. Young men are not easy to deal with. Fang Qiong is even more confused. Why did they arrest themselves? what happened.

"I don't need you to tell me whether I'm smart or not. Please let me go back. I still have to go to school." Fang Qiong, who was standing with her arms folded, pinched her little arm.

The old man stopped laughing and narrowed his eyes, Fang Qiong said: "Master Wen didn't hesitate to use the undead to borrow you from the Chen family, so of course he won't return it so soon, kid, uncle told you a secret about your own body, your physique and suitability Make big money."

Whether it makes money or not, Fang Qiong is not short of money. He kept a calm face and said, "I am not short of money."

"Hehe, don't be so sure, kid. You are sure that the Chen family will take you in in the future, and earn more when you are able."

The old man continued to seduce Fang Qiong with money, but Fang Qiong was so easy to be fooled. Do you really think he is a three-year-old child? His soul is already in his 20s. Even if he is not, children nowadays are all ghosts. If you want to lie, you have to see if the child is willing to let you lie.

"Hmph, I want to go back!" Fang Qiong could only say this.

He was afraid that he would make too many mistakes. He didn't need to know what was the secret of his body. He knew the biggest secret better than them, so he didn't need outsiders to point and make irresponsible remarks to him.

"It's impossible to let you go back after you come in. Go to a place with us obediently, and I will definitely let you back when I'm done." The young man still looked sick. The size of a skull, with a painful evil smile on the corner of his mouth, makes people shudder.

Fang Qiong said: "I won't go with you, I want to go home to school!" Turning around, he wanted to run downstairs, but he was picked up by a strong man standing behind him at some point, and locked in the room just now. Gu Skull is still his guard, irony!

There was a small alarm clock on the bedside table, and when the hour hand pointed to six, the strong man opened the door and delivered food. Fang Qiong knew that he was struggling to no avail. He had no weapons, let alone deal with these powerful perverts. No matter what kind of physique, you can meet weird guys like crazy everywhere. Why didn't you see these weird people when you were alive before.

Also, what do they want to do with themselves, where do they want to take themselves.

In line with the principle of not letting herself starve to death, Fang Qiong ate the food brought in by the strong man cleanly. He handed a hot towel to wipe his mouth, and there was no Feng Zongzi to sleep with him.

Fang Qiong, who was full, had nothing to do. The door was locked, and it was impractical to jump out of the window. There was no support, no rope, and he would fall to his death if he climbed the water pipe.

He regretted throwing Dabai into the cage, he should have let him follow him, at least he could find a way to leave with multiple heads, Dabai is so powerful, but Dabai and Feng Zongzi are not by his side at the critical moment, bad, bad.

Fang Qiong, who was moaning in the room, was really sleepy after eating, so he lay on the bed. When he was about to fall asleep in a daze, he woke up again, and at this time he was facing the sick young man, He was standing beside Fang Qiong's bed.

The young man looked at Fang Qiong and said with a wink, "Get up, get out of here, it's time for us to go."

Fang Qiong jumped up from the bed and said, "Let's go, where are you going? Take me home?"

The young man's body is fragile, and his blinking speed is very slow. He wears a black leather glove on his left hand. Seeing Fang Qiong standing on the bed deliberately, he clamps Fang Qiong under his arm with one hand. It didn't take much effort, he went downstairs without pressure, Fang Qiong punched and kicked, scolded and kicked, but it didn't work, the sick young man didn't respond at all, he looked forward as if unconscious, as if he was hypnotized, It's like a patient with weak nerves who has been ill for a long time. Also, he has facial paralysis, just like Feng Zongzi!

In late autumn, it was getting dark early and the lights were brightly lit outside, but this room was endowed with a strange atmosphere, and there was no light. No matter how you looked at it, it was hairy. Fang Qiong turned her head and didn't mind being carried away like a hemp belt. Then, he was ruthlessly thrown into the backseat by a sick young man with facial paralysis. During the day, the old man was sitting at the front, grinning at Fang Qiong with his mouth inlaid with a gold tooth, saying that he was as disgusting as he could be.

In addition to the two people I met during the day, there was also a middle-aged male driver, followed by a car. Before Fang Qiong could see everyone's faces clearly, the car disappeared into the boulevard with a whoosh.

No, Fang Qiong felt more and more that the direction they were heading was very familiar. Isn't this the way to the train station?

Where are they going to take themselves, Fang Qiong is caught in the middle, there are people on the left and right, the young man with facial paralysis is on the right, and the strong man is on the left, he stepped over the young man with facial paralysis and put his face on the window and sat opposite The old man in the driver's seat said: "Old man, where are you taking me? This is the way to the train station! I won't go with you."

"Children Zhao Qingming, you have no choice. This direction is indeed to the train station. Tonight you will take the train with us and leave here to go to Taobao. If you behave well, uncle will reward you with candies."

The sick young man suppressed the rebellious Fang Qiong back to his original position. Fang Qiong was no match for the adults, so he sat in the back seat holding his breath, staring at the front silently. Didn't Feng Zongzi come to him?

He hasn't found his master to clarify the matter yet, how could he be taken away!

But after sitting on the train for two days and two nights, Fang Qiong was too tired to call for help. Others would only think he was a lunatic, and the old man would say that he was his grandson, who was mischievous and could not be controlled. The people on the train only thought of him He is a naughty child, and no one believes that he is asking for help.

After getting off the train, Fang Qiong was packed and taken to nowhere. The further north he went, the colder the weather was. Fang Qiong was sitting in the car, wrapped in a sickly man's big coat, and sneezing. In the middle of the night, three off-road vehicles appeared In front of them, everyone shifted positions again, this time Fang Qiong finally knew what they were going to do.

From the terms they exchanged, as well as the research map and various tools in their hands, it's hard not to guess.

They also went to the ground to dig up people to death. When Fang Qiong was in a daze, the sick young man put a skull in his arms, and Fang Qiong threw the skull away tremblingly!

Fang Qiong got angry and shouted: "Ah! Pervert!"

On the empty plain, Fang Qiong's voice was quickly covered by the cold wind, and the shrill wind sounded like a scream.