[Tomb BG] The wind comes to Wushan

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It's Zhang Qiling!

After a while, I felt the stone slab sink to the other side: just like we passed the first loose-leaf graveyard, Zhang Qiling fixed a climbing rope on the ceiling, and he took the climbing rope and jumped to the other side of the seesaw. , our side was lifted up slightly.Looking at the miserable situation of both of us, he frowned obviously, and didn't say much nonsense. He put the rope in his hand slowly, and moved sideways towards us step by step.

As soon as he passed the center, the stone slab tilted violently again—Old Man Chen was on the opposite side, as long as he was willing to push, Jian Zhuang and I could be rescued smoothly, but he didn’t, he stood on the edge of the mechanism, With a smile on his face and a calm expression, he looked like he was watching a good show with his arms folded.

Due to old man Chen's lack of cooperation, Zhang Qiling temporarily stopped moving, and he didn't start to move until the rocking of the stone slab gradually calmed down.

The real thing is to move. From my angle, I can clearly see that his shoes are tightly attached to the ground, and he is approaching us almost millimeter by millimeter.When he reached the limit, he fell down towards the raised end of the stone slab and stretched out his hand towards me.

I was overjoyed and was about to pass my hand over when I heard Jian Zhuang's demonic voice: "Zhang Qiling, pull me up first, she is a rice dumpling! She won't die!"

Zhang Qiling's hand obviously paused, then changed direction temporarily, and fished Jian Zhuang up.

I looked at him in disbelief.

Zhang Qiling stretched out his hand again.

I looked at him but didn't reach out.

"Give me your hand!"

"Aha, no need, our cute little Zongniang doesn't seem to want to come up at all." Jian Zhuang, who was standing next to Zhang Qiling, holding on to the climbing rope, smiled again, "Then it will be as you wish, bye !” Then he kicked me hard before anyone could react.

I grabbed the hand of the iron cone, loosened it, spun, and fell into the cold deep river.With the closure of the mechanism, the last ray of light disappeared from my eyes, and I once again fell into the most desperate darkness.

>>>040 Solitude

>>>The people who complain about the different geese don't fly in a single line.

"98, 99, one hundred, one hundred and one..."

"One thousand 120 four, one thousand 120 five, one thousand 120 six..."

"Thirty-seven thousand nine hundred, thirty-seven thousand nine hundred and one, thirty-seven thousand nine hundred and two..."

In a daze, I seem to hear someone counting in my ear. At the beginning, the count was quite fast, like counting by jumping a short rope, but then it became slower and slower, and the voice became more and more dull .The moment I opened my eyes, the sound of counting disappeared, leaving only the gentle sound of water flowing.

There is darkness in front of you—the kind of darkness that you can't even find anything to stare at in a daze.

I went to take out the waterproof lighter that I had put in my pocket before I took out the bucket. Probably because it had been washed by water for too long, I was so uncomfortable that I took it out several times before I took it out.It may be that my eyes were closed for too long, and the moment I turned on the lighter, I felt that the weak light of the fire was a bit dazzling.

The penetrating power of the light from the lighter is not strong, but it is enough for me to see my current situation: I should be in the branch of the underground river that I fell before. The water flow here is relatively gentle, and the width is only two or three The appearance of rice.There was a slightly protruding stone in the river, which happened to get me stuck. I struggled a bit, but it wasn't very tight, and I didn't get hooked anywhere, so I tried my best to swim to the shore.As soon as I landed, I felt that all the strength in my body was gone, so I didn't bother to hold on anymore. My legs softened and I lay on the ground in a large font.

I feel that I suddenly understand that pervert Jian Zhuang a little bit. It is really maddening to be abandoned by a partner I trust.But to paraphrase a very popular sentence pattern, understanding is the farthest distance from understanding - I really want to kill that beast in Jian Zhuang with a big knife in one hand! ! ! ! !By the way, chop Zhang Qiling! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Nima, anyway, my old lady lived and died with him so many times. You said that if Wu Xieye and I became fat people or even passers-by like Lao Jiu fell into the water at the same time, he would save them. I would definitely not let him go. Half a fart! ! ! !Maybe I will also praise him for his skill and courage! ! ! ! ! !But the crux of the problem is that my old lady fell into the water with a vicious dog that can bite people at the same time. If he doesn't save me, what happens if he saves the dog first! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !What kind of trouble is this going to be! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Thanks to the Douban Roaring Horse team, I feel that I am full of energy and energy now.

Turning over, he was about to get up from the ground, but when his fingers touched the ground, he suddenly felt something wrong: generally speaking, if it was washed into the mountain by an underground river, or it was a naturally formed crevice, close to The rock surface of the river should be extremely smooth, and there are mostly gravels in the distance, but the place where I lie now is actually paved with blue bricks!

Ji Ling hurriedly turned on the lighter again and took a closer look: the ground was indeed the kind of tomb bricks that are common in the Longling Mausoleum that he saw along the way.After stumbling forward a few more steps, an arc-shaped staircase appeared in front of him.There are steps on the top of the steps, and there are steps on the top of the steps. I walked up the steps, and I don’t know how many floors I walked. I saw a small platform at the top of the steps, and there was a dark coffin in the middle of the platform. !

"...Masaka?" I chose to use these three words to express my shock.

This is even more unbelievable than Zhang Qiling's choice to save the dog just now.

The most urgent task is to find something that can continue to illuminate. I searched around, and I really found it. There are four radial lamp slaves on the curved steps.I always feel that the person who designed this tomb is a designer. The design of the lamp slaves this time is still very strange: on each step there is a pure gold lamp slave standing upright and kneeling. It only rests on the shoulders of high-ranking lamp slaves, and the other ten hands spread out like peacocks spreading their tails. Each hand holds a lotus lamp panel or a magic weapon such as an axe, five-color cloud, or the like.It will be more artistic after lighting all the lamp slaves. You can imagine taking a stick figure to draw the sun and covering half of it. The scene in front of me is almost like this.

Light up the lamp slave, and the entire main hall is lit up.This is a pear-shaped tomb, the outermost layer is a bend of running water, the pear vortex is a circular staircase, and the top pear tip is naturally a dark coffin.The coffin is not a regular rectangular coffin, but rather a hexagonal coffin like the one that foreign vampires live in. But after thinking about it, it's relieved. The reason vampires live in such a coffin is because they have two big wings. As for ours, because we have twelve hands...

In an instant, the high-end western style has been upgraded!

I took a closer look, and saw several thick iron chains tied around the pitch-black coffin like zongzi, and there was something like a Dao talisman pasted at the intersection of the iron chains.I pressed my ears against the wall of the coffin—I don’t think this is the outer coffin, the entire tomb is shaped like a fruit, and the owner of the tomb should exist in the image of a seed, so in fact, the entire tomb is the outer coffin wrapped outside the coffin —There was nothing moving inside.Looking around, the whole main hall was empty, hardly saw any funeral objects such as weapons, and did not find a similar passage leading to the side hall. There was only a dark and narrow door. A "branch" bearing fruit.

After thinking about it, I snapped my fingers and slipped through the door.

Five minutes later, I came back with a big smile on my face and an ax on my head.With his backhand he pulled out the ax and smoothed his hair, Yoshi, exactly the line from the movie: Thanks to my desperate efforts to protect my face, my handsome face was preserved.Well, isn't it just that there is an extra slit on the back of the head, which can grow in minutes, so what are you afraid of!

I paused when I opened the talisman, and said earnestly to the guy in the coffin: "It is said that you may still be alive, well, there is one thing I have to tell you first, I let you out, it was a moment of kindness , you must not have any fledgling plots to recognize me as a mother." She stretched out her hand to expose it, thought for a while, and added, "But it's okay to be friends, anyway... in this world, we are the only ones of the same kind."

A few axes went down and cut off the iron chain, and cut off the coffin nails and so on. I lunged from the side, gritted my teeth and pushed hard, and the coffin board was pushed aside.

The one sleeping in the coffin was indeed a corpse with twelve hands, with a serene expression, and twelve hands clasped on the abdomen.

I looked at it for a while, and then I touched his neck with my callous fingers, but there was no pulse.

He was utterly dead before being put into the coffin.There was no resurrection using demon power as the tomb repairer was afraid of.

I am a little disappointed, but also a little happy.

"...It's okay to die." I sighed, and I was about to turn around and find a way out—I didn't want to take the road full of traps, not to mention that I might have to die in it more than a hundred times before I could get along with him. Old man Chen and the others met successfully. Just to say, I don’t want to see those dog rescue brigades at all. Besides, if they know that my shit has been transported into the main hall, they will definitely force me to hand over the funeral objects. Where am I going? Go get it, these lamp slaves made of pure gold are valuable, but I can't move them either.

While complaining in my heart, I smacked the heads of the lamp slaves and went down the steps. Then I paused, turning my head and frowning to look at the dark coffin.

...That's right, why are there no funeral objects in the coffin?

This is obviously unscientific.

Going back step by step, and flipping through it again, it seems that there is still nothing—the kind that was placed in ancient times.