[Grave Robber] Dragon Soul

When Jian Wuzheng woke up again, she found that she was stuffed in an outdoor camping sleeping bag. The texture felt good, it should be down.When I moved my body a little, I felt sore all over my body, and I couldn't even lift my hands.Moving her waist felt like being pricked by a needle, and Jian Wuzheng knew that it was numbness caused by maintaining a certain movement for a long time.The place between the legs was wet and greasy, and the feeling of rubbing against the thick fabric of the jeans through a thin layer of underwear was extremely uncomfortable, but there seemed to be no too uncomfortable feeling in the body.

Could it be that Qianzi got him out after he passed out?Thinking of the scene of Qianzi sticking his fingers into himself, Jian Wuzheng's whole face instantly turned red like a boiled shrimp.

He didn't forget that the sleeping bag on his body was carried by the second brother and others, wouldn't they all see it?Let me go, then he will definitely kill Wang Ziqian before committing suicide...

Anxiously wanting to sit up and check her situation, Jian Wuzheng gritted her teeth and endured various discomforts in various parts of her body. On the one hand, she was worried that what the two of them did before would be discovered by the second brother, and on the other hand, she was afraid that Wang Ziqian would stay behind him. Something from his body got on his pants, whichever it was would embarrass him to death.

It's just that he didn't expect to hear the sound he didn't want to hear the most at the moment when he just sat up and didn't catch his breath.

"Xiao Zheng?! You finally woke up!" Jian Sansheng, who was sitting next to him smoking a cigarette, turned around when he heard the movement, and found that his younger brother was struggling to sit up from the sleeping bag, his face burst into joy, and he hurried over to be careful Helped him to sit against the wall.

Jian Wuzheng let Jian Sansheng help with a dark face, wondering why he didn't see other people, especially the bastard who made him what he is now.

Jian Sansheng saw that Wuzheng's expression was not good, so he carefully pondered his thoughts, and asked cautiously: "Xiao Zheng, do you want to ask where Qianzi is?"

Hearing his words, Jian Wuzheng's face turned red and white, white and blue, very scary, and finally asked palely: "Where is he now..."

Seeing his little brother like this, Jian Sansheng couldn't help sighing heavily: "Wu Zheng, why didn't you tell the second brother first where you were hurt?"

"..." Jian Wuzheng turned her head, looking like she didn't want to mention it.

Sighing again, Jian Sansheng said earnestly, "I don't know what's going on with you two. Since I brought someone to find you, you have been hugged by him. Judging by his virtue, he is no different from a dead person." No matter how you ask him, he won't speak, if I don't know him, I really think he is dumb."

Hearing the sentence that it is no different from a dead person, a trace of pain flashed in Jian Wuzheng's eyes, and Jian Sansheng saw it with sharp eyes, but he didn't point it out, he just continued: "He won't let me see your injuries, I think he looks It's a bit strange, so I sent them all away first, and sat here waiting for you to wake up. Anyway, I am your second brother. If you don't tell me what happened to you two, you have to tell me what happened to your injuries Come on."

Hearing this, Jian Wuzheng just glanced at him with a pale face, his slightly moist big eyes were rare frailty and at a loss, the expression of weakness like a small animal made him, the second brother, very distressed, but Can't do anything but stare here.

His third brother... just can't be forced.

"Okay, I won't ask, I won't ask..." Jian Sansheng lowered his head and thought for a while, then waved his hand at him and said, "Go to him over there and explain the matter clearly. I will take San'er and the others forward first." Let's go. If there is something you can't figure out... then go home and talk about it, this is not a place to talk about things."

After hearing what he said, Jian Wuzheng didn't say much, just nodded, and then struggled to stand up, his frown and thin lips slightly pursed showed that he was trying to adapt to the feeling of soreness all over his body.The walking posture also has the meaning of strong support, as if it will fall down at any time.

Jian Sansheng didn't intend to step forward to help, but just watched him staggering over step by step, then shook his head, picked up the searchlight placed on the ground, stood up and walked in the opposite direction.

Feeling that the light behind him was gradually disappearing, Jian Wuzheng lit up the wolf-eye flashlight on his body, and walked forward slowly.Then at a corner, I saw the man who was holding Sheng Xie and leaning his back against the wall.

Wang Ziqian leaned his back against the wall, held Shengxie in his right hand, and lowered his head as if unintentionally gesticulating on his outstretched left arm one by one, ignoring the occasional scratches where blood gushed out.The slightly long black hair blocked his eyes, making Jian Wuzheng unable to see his expression at the moment.

"What are you doing?" Trying to suppress the pain and distress in her heart, Jian Wuzheng's tone of voice still trembled slightly.

The man with the lowered head heard his words, but paused for a moment, then replied in a very low and hoarse voice: "These hands hurt you."

His answer was so relaxed, so comfortable, so... cynical, but it made Jian Wuzheng's painful mouth smell of blood, and he couldn't help but want to press his hands on the position of his chest and heart.

"So you want to cut them off!" Roaring unbearably, Jian Wuzheng felt that he was going to be driven crazy. He was the one who was injured, so why should he worry about this bastard!

Hearing this, Wang Ziqian slowly lowered his hands, stood up straight, walked to a place two meters away from Jian Wuzheng, raised his sword at him, and flipped the sword in his hand quickly and lightly when he was surprised. Standing up, then raised his head and looked at him quietly: "Then you come."

Looking at Wang Ziqian's bloody right hand while holding the Shengxie sword, Jian Wuzheng felt pain in his eyes.He didn't dare to hold the sword hilt, he could only look at Wang Ziqian's eyes with the last bit of hope, but found in despair that there was only a dead silence in those eyes that were originally beautiful like the night sky.

"Since when did you become like this?" Trembling, she raised her hand to hold the hilt of the sword, Jian Wuzheng signaled Wang Ziqian to let go of his hand, and saw that the other party obediently took his hand away from Shengxie's sword, and then he stood up. I was relieved.

"I haven't changed." Wang Ziqian's tone could not hear the ups and downs.

"But at that time..." His flat tone made Wu Zheng a little confused.

"I haven't changed, I did it all." It was still a surprisingly calm answer.

"Impossible... You looked very strange at that time. You must have been possessed by something..." With wide eyes, there was a trace of shock and fear in Jian Wuzheng's words. He knew Wang Ziqian too well, so He dreaded such an answer.

"I did it all." Wang Ziqian stared at Jian Wuzheng quietly and said, not letting go of everything in his eyes, including the fear that made his heart tear apart: "I remember everything."

"You...remember everything?" Jian Wuzheng was completely confused, "Then, why did you do that to me..."

"I don't know." Wang Ziqian lowered his head again, with panic in his voice: "I can't control myself. Since then, I have become more and more out of control...not to touch you."

"You..." Jian Wuzheng gritted his teeth and shook his head lightly. He didn't believe it at all, he didn't want to believe it.

Originally thought that Wang Ziqian was only possessed by something, so he showed those expressions that were not at all like him usually, and then he did such reckless things to him.But judging from the current situation, Wang Ziqian knew everything, he was not controlled by anything, and he didn't lose those memories. He remembered and knew everything, all of which were really done by him.

So what the hell is going on here? !

Jian Wuzheng clenched his fists tightly, even if his nails sank into his flesh, he couldn't relieve the pain in his heart right now.When he thought that the person holding him in the dark tomb, ignoring his cries and begging for mercy, and ruthlessly entering through it again and again was the Wang Ziqian he loved, he felt an uncontrollable convulsion in his heart.

"Then you fucking tell me what's going on!!" Jian Wuzheng roared, with red eyes like a cub who went crazy: "Just say something and you don't know?!"

"..." Still bowing his head in silence, Wang Ziqian's attitude made Jian Wuzheng completely confused about what he was thinking. I know Wang Ziqian.

"Wang Ziqian!!" Roaring like an ultimatum, Jian Wuzheng couldn't control the anger in his heart, and cursed loudly: "You are a fucking bastard!!"

Then he turned and ran towards the corridor where he came.

When Jian Sansheng saw the two of them again, Jian Wuzheng's eyes were red and he was furious.And Wang Ziqian followed behind him with a cold and indifferent face, as if everything in this world had nothing to do with him.

Sighing, Jian Sansheng waved to Wuzheng and said, "Little Zheng, come and see, what does this picture mean, and which of the three forked roads should I take?"

Jian Wuzheng didn't speak, just went over to pick up the parchment with a cold face and looked at it, then thought for a moment with a little surprise, then shook his head and returned the design drawing to Jian Sansheng.

"What do you mean? You don't understand what it says?"

"No, the blueprint is gone here, and the drawing behind it is just a guess. The author seems to mean that only one thing can be found to find the correct door." Jian Wuzheng explained dully, with a hoarse voice. , he is very confused now, his mind is full of what Wang Ziqian said just now, and he has no mood to care about other things.

"Then do you see what he drew?" Jian Sansheng looked anxious, and Jian Wuzheng's ambiguous words made him even more uncertain.

Frowning, Jian Wuzheng finally decided to put Wang Ziqian aside and settle the matter at hand, at least he doesn't want to deal with that sullen bastard right now.

Looking carefully at the blurry part of the picture again, making it unclear whether it is an architectural structure or a graphical code, Jian Wuzheng murmured strangely: "This... seems to be a fox pretending to be a fox." head box?"