[Tomb BG] The wind comes to Wushan

, and we both immediately looked away.

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Soon, Fatty and the others came back, and we saw peace of mind and disappointment in each other's eyes - the peace of mind was that we did not get separated, the disappointment was that Corollary [-] was also denied, and this road is still an unsolvable endless loop .The fat man filled most of the bottle of water angrily, took a few mouthfuls of compressed biscuits viciously as if killing his father and enemy, and then looked at me hesitantly and said: "One, two, three are all wrong, it seems that it can only be the last one. , there are ghosts here."

After a moment of silence, Shunzi called out in disbelief: "I said a few bosses, are you serious?"

Everyone looked at me and nodded thoughtfully: "Hmm..."

Only Shunzi was at a loss.

Seeing no one to refute, the fat man thought about it again: "Shunzi, your father is also the same. He didn't help when he saw that ghost bullying us. I think we need to find someone to communicate with that ghost."

Everyone looked at me, then nodded thoughtfully: "Hmm..."

Only Shunzi remained bewildered.

"Then you, Zongniang, you have a good chat with that thing." The fat man patted my shoulder, and then the others patted my shoulder with the expression "It's all up to you!"

Before I could start sweating, Shunzi blew up: "Why do you keep looking at her?"

"Let me tell you this," Ye Cheng, who was pushed out by them to preach and teach, took Shunzi's shoulders and said to the ignorant him, "According to scientific research, men look more at beautiful women and live longer. Forget it. This longevity is also related to the beauty of the other party. For example, a person like Aning can live for 1 years, but we don’t have one. Let’s make do with Zongniang. A 100-year life is enough Ben."

I thought Ye Cheng's words were ridiculous at the beginning, but at the end I couldn't help but think that you are not afraid of messing with me anymore, and I narrowed my eyes: "You really made it clear, what do you mean? Ah Ning is a hundred times prettier than me, right?" I was about to continue fighting with him, but Wu Xie hugged me and coaxed me into my ear, telling me to "worship ghosts" first.

Time was running out, Fatty and the others simply folded a few gold ingots and small paper figurines and so on. While folding them, Pan Zi sighed and said with a cigarette in his mouth: "Hey... If that ghost doesn't want to let us go, I don't know When will someone come and burn a few gold ingots for us." Just after he finished speaking, he suddenly said, "Look at my dog's memory, and I still have Zongniang, Zongniang, I will ask you to do something. Fold it here, at least help take the corpse out, so you won’t be able to find a place to worship in the future.”

The topic at the beginning was like the unraveling of the fabric, getting longer and longer, before I had time to say anything, the fat man also started a wheel battle, and he touched the golden talisman on his chest: "You must not be able to hold me back It’s time to take this thing out, and it’s best to find someone to write a biography for me or something.”

"Me..." Ye Cheng scratched his head, "I have a card, and it's in my favorite cool photo book, you give it to your sister-in-law, the password is the day I met her."

"...It's fine if you let a young woman with a pure and pure root look through the cool photos. The key is that I have so many sister-in-laws, how do I know which one?"

"...Ci'ao." Ye Cheng told me to choke, and I was in a bad mood.He pulled Shunzi over, "You come here."

Shunzi, who was forcibly dragged over by him, was at a loss and didn't know what to say—indeed, I didn't know him very well, and I could count the things I said with two hands. He definitely didn't, and he definitely didn't want to say anything to me. "last words".Sure enough, he didn't say a word, just stared at me stupidly, until Wu Xie was taken aback, he inserted himself between us, raised his eyebrows and asked him: "What are you looking at!"

Shunzi pointed at me, and muttered in a low voice unwillingly: "Didn't it mean that she can live a long life... I don't want to die here."

"Go back and see your own daughter-in-law!" Wu Xie blasted him away angrily, and pulled me to kneel down in front of the row of mummified corpses, kowtowing while burning paper—according to the original plan, I was supposed to be alone "communicating with them "Yes, but Wu Xie said that since these people belonged to the same archaeological team as his third uncle, they could barely be regarded as elders he knew well, so he volunteered to come and worship with me.I heard him kowtow while still muttering something, saying something like "All the gods, please let us go" and so on.

"What's the matter? Please pray." He urged me.

"...Do you have anything to say to me?" I looked at the mummies and asked him in a voice that only we could hear.

Wu Xie still worshiped piously, but there was a hint of a smile in his voice: "Yes, uh, do you think we are worshiping heaven and earth? No, we are worshiping 'elders'. Zongniang kowtows to offer tea."

He is playing dumb.

I didn't answer his fault, closed my eyes, and started to pay homage to those corpses.

After a while, I heard the people around me whispering:

"forget me."

I was startled, and bowed deeply before the tears fell: "...Wu Xie, if... if you are the one who can get out in the end instead of me, you can forget about me too."

"Are you kidding? As far as your physique is concerned, I'm not going to curse anyone. You won't die if Zhang Qiling dies. Don't think about it."

"……makes sense."

>>>060 agreement

>>>If I really can't come back to you.

Wu Xie and I worshiped for a long time, but there seemed to be no change in the surrounding area.Pan Zi didn't believe in evil, spat and pulled the fat man, turned his head and got into the corridor again, but soon, they appeared in front of us again with their heads downcast.Pan Zi slammed his fist hard on the wall inlaid with gold and jade, and smoked a suffocating cigarette without saying a word.

The fat man who has always been cheerful was also exhausted at this time. He sat against the wall, and suddenly hit the back of his head violently against the wall three times, then pointed at me and said angrily: "It's fine if Wu Xie's half a bucket of water is unreliable." , aren’t you Zongzi, that ghost doesn’t bird you?”

I immediately shook my head in panic, indicating that the ghost's brain waves are not at the same frequency as mine.

The fat man seemed to want to reprimand me a few more words when he saw my timid and unrepentant appearance, but in the end he didn't say anything, sighed irritably, and pinched his eyebrows tightly.Suddenly, he suddenly raised his head, snapped his fingers and said, "Why don't we use blood sacrifices!" He looked eager to try, and his eyes fell on the only "outsider" Shunzi after turning around the crowd. body, causing the latter to immediately become alert.

The fat man said that the wind is the rain, and when he got up, he asked Shunzi to dedicate himself to the cause of revolution.Ye Cheng quickly took two steps forward and held him down: "Don't, don't, I think the most unreliable person here is you, blood sacrifice, thanks to you, you can figure it out, that ghost wants us all to die here, Wouldn't it be more exciting if you sacrificed your blood to it?"

"...Wait." Wu Xie, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly called Ye Cheng, he hesitated for a moment, looked at me and said as if he had made up his mind: "Fatty's words make sense, blood sacrifice...may be feasible, The key is to see who the target is."

When he said this, even Pan Zi, who was too lazy to mess around with Fatty and the others, couldn't help looking over in surprise and expectation, but his shock was only for a moment, and then he shook his head and said, "Little San Ye, what you said is completely wrong. Science, how can blood sacrifices depend on the target, how can a ghost only respond to the blood of a specific person..."

Wu Xie didn't refute a word, just pointed at me with a finger, and looked at Pan Zi with a "really? Are you sure?" expression.

Pan Zi gradually couldn't continue speaking, and the cigarette butt between his fingers fell to the ground.

Their actions frightened me, and I immediately put my hands on my chest and turned my body away from Wu Xie: "Don't sacrifice me QAQ"

Wu Xie pulled me back, facing my accusing eyes, he couldn't help but said with a smile: "Every time I turn a small corner, your thoughts will drift to another block uncontrollably, why? ?”

I squinted my eyes, and my voice came out word by word from between my clenched teeth: "Because you don't speak human words well!"

He immediately raised his hands to express his surrender, and Ye Cheng, who seemed to have noticed something after taking a look, confidently explained to the rest of the people: "Who said that ghosts or zongzi or other weird things can't do it?" React to the blood of a specific person?" He pointed at me and asked the fat man, "Do you still remember how this guy fainted in Lu Palace? And those charming and cute little corpses, or maybe we followed him The story you told about the female puppet in the water hole? Ah, I don’t remember, I can tell you again.”

Fatty's eyes lit up when he explained in this way: "You mean my brother's precious blood! But... we can't even find my brother's person, otherwise we can really let him bleed and make that dead ghost kneel down on us Crying in front of you." He glanced at the back of Pan Ziqing's clean hand, his face full of regret, "Damn, if you have a little brother in the team, you are like a treasure, and you are not afraid of any monsters. Only a little brother is good in the world... A child without a brother is like root grass..."

Wu Xie and the others either sneered or twitched the corners of their mouths, or plugged their ears with their fingers helplessly, while I imitated Xie Er and pressed my fingers to my temples to curse him with my mind.

"Have you finished singing? Or have you finally found out that your fat body can't hide in my little brother's arms?" Wu Xie said sarcastically after the fat man finished singing in the Xi'er style, which is affectionate and expressive. Kung fu recognizes my little brother as a mother, why not hurry up and praise me! I am the one who will sacrifice himself immediately!"

"Little Third Master!"

Wu Xie waved his hand and signaled Pan Zi not to dissuade him: "There may be something in me... I don't know how to say it, maybe it's some kind of adventure, anyway, I think I have something to say.