[Grave Raiders Notes bg] Lost Notes 2: Heavy Fate

Nan Xing flew to the power distribution cabinet in the corner and pressed the switch.

The speed of the blades of the fan outside dropped sharply, and soon stopped.Nanxing then destroyed the closing switch.

The fan blades did not restart, it should be that the backup circuit has also been cut off by Zhang Qiling.

Turning around, I saw that the entire equipment room was already crowded with black flies, they gathered from the front, without any expression in their cloudy eyes, they only stared firmly at Nan Xing in the center of the encirclement.

boom!

The raging flames burned into the well, and when they met the fresh air in the well, they exploded instantly and rushed several meters high. The temperature in the well rose sharply, and the entire well was like a chimney, with black smoke billowing from the gaps in the fan blades.

Heifeizi swarmed up, and Nan Xingfei kicked the leader Heifeizi's chest. The moment he fell backwards, she stepped on his body and stood on his shoulder. With a touch on his shoulder, the whole person turned over and jumped out of the encirclement. After landing, he drew the knife with his backhand and swiped back, cutting off the shin bones of the first few black flyers who were chasing him first.

Boom!

Hearing the sound of heavy metal entering the wall from the top of the well, Nan Xing looked back and saw a rope hanging about two meters away from the equipment room, and the claw hook thrown by Zhang Qiling was firmly fixed on the top stone wall middle.

Zhang Qiling's figure flew over through the thick black smoke, and was reflected in Nan Xing's pupils together with the sparks bursting into the sky below.

From the spare circuit equipment room to here, the distance in the middle is at least ten meters. How did he jump over?

Zhang Qiling grasped the rope with one hand, took advantage of the tendency to jump, swung forward to the exit of the equipment room, and stretched out the other hand towards her.

Nan Xing stood up, retracted the knife behind his back at the same time, took a few steps to run up and jumped out.

Arms stretched out toward him, embracing her only hope firmly and desperately.

He stretched his long arms around her waist and wrapped her in his arms. Taking advantage of Nan Xing's jumping momentum, the two quickly swung back and slammed directly near the fan blades at the top.

Zhang Qiling let go of the rope, and the two flew out from the gap between the fan blades.

He hugged Nan Xing tightly with one hand, pressed the other hand gently on the back of her head, and put his chin on her neck, buried her head, face and whole body in his arms, isolated from the fire and the billowing smoke in the well. .

Nan Xing wrapped her arms around Zhang Qiling's shoulders. She couldn't see the billowing gunpowder smoke around her, nor could she hear the bursts of flames bursting into flames. She could only hear two thumping heartbeats in her ears. Her chest was filled with a sense of security and belonging. was gradually submerged.

The two landed on the ground, Zhang Qiling hugged her and turned over ten meters away, the shaft behind him was completely covered in thick black smoke, tongues of flame protruded from the gap between the fan blades, and Hei Feizi's shrill screams came from the shaft.

Zhang Qiling stopped, and slightly loosened the palm that was tightly attached to the back of Nan Xing's head.

At this moment, he felt a warm liquid dripping on his shoulder, flowing down his back, turning into hot magma in an instant, burning the tattoos all over his body in an instant.

He held Nan Xing's face in his hands, and the moment he saw the bright red blood on her lips, he stopped breathing for an instant, and said in a hoarse voice that he hadn't even noticed, "Zhang Nan Xing!"

no answer.

Nan Xing's eyes were closed tightly, as if he was asleep in a deep dream.

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Nan Xing woke up the next evening.

She was lying on an unfamiliar bed, and when she turned her gaze to the side, she saw Zhang Qiling sitting by the window with his eyes closed, resting.

Just as she was about to sit up, Zhang Qiling opened his eyes and looked towards her.

Nan Xing froze in mid-air, "I still want to be quiet and let you sleep for a while."

If sitting there upright like that counted as sleep.

Zhang Qiling walked towards her, sat down on the chair beside the bed, put one hand on her neck, as if confirming her physical condition.

The distance between the two was so close that she could even feel the heat in the air transpired by his body temperature, as well as his unique breath like the clear snow on the top of the mountain.

She lowered her eyelashes subconsciously, and noticed at this moment that the place where she was lying seemed to be Zhang Qiling's bed in the temple of Fei Kun's father Lu.

The quilt had the same aura as his, she felt too intrusive, even though she knew that he put her in his room because of special circumstances, she still grabbed the quilt uncomfortably.

"Still uncomfortable?" Zhang Qiling noticed her movements and asked her in a low voice.

"No, no," Nan Xing suddenly raised her eyes, and slammed into eyes that were more silent and far-reaching than the sea. She hurriedly drove away the strange thoughts that were inappropriate in her mind, and began to talk about business: "I just remembered that there is important information that I haven't told yet. you."

As Nan Xing said, he hurriedly lifted the quilt and got off the bed, walked quickly to the table, picked up a brush and began to draw on the paper spread out on the table.

Zhang Qiling came to her side, saw her waving freely, and a human face was drawn on the paper.

"This is the only face I can see clearly from the memory of snake venom." Nan Xing put down the pen and pushed the paper towards Zhang Qiling.

"This may also be a black fly, or it may be someone who participated in the experiment in Guishuidong."

As Nan Xing said, he looked at Zhang Qiling, and saw that his dark pupils were staring at the portrait on the paper motionlessly, and his brows were slightly frowned.

This is a typical face of a southerner in the Yangtze River Basin.Since he lost his memory as the patriarch, only Changsha, where the Central Archives is located, has been to the Yangtze River Basin and related to the Dragon Stone Box.

Changsha.

As if catching the thread of his memory, he peeled back the cocoons and suddenly recalled the scene of that day.

It was an early morning street in Changsha. He passed by the door of a bakery shop. A young man was sitting at a table on the side of the road, holding porridge in one hand, but glanced at him from the rim of the bowl.

"Nan Xing," Zhang Qiling turned to look at Nan Xing, "Follow me to Changsha."

Nan Xing looked at him, and after a while, he realized the meaning of his words, with a surprised expression: "Did you meet this person in Changsha?"

Zhang Qiling nodded, "You rest for a few more days, and then leave."

Nan Xing was thoughtful, "Then...do I need to go back to my room to wash and sleep?"

Zhang Qiling looked up at her, "Do you want to sleep here?"

"I..." Nan Xing was speechless for a while.

Originally, she didn't mean that, but when he said that, she couldn't help but make up her mind.

She shook her head, and when she looked at Zhang Qiling again, his attention had already moved away from the topic just now, and he was currently rolling up the portrait on the table.

The sunset glow fell on him through the window, casting a warm gleam on his cold white skin.Nan Xing stared at him for a few seconds, and a strange and strange emotion rose in his heart.

Zhang Qiling was undoubtedly the most perfect-looking man she had ever seen, and at this moment, under the glow of the sunset, he looked even more handsome as if he was about to ascend to heaven.

It would be great if Zhang Ruixue was here, she must ask whether it is a violation of the clan rules to be greedy for the patriarch's beauty.

pat.

There was warm liquid falling down to the back of his hand, Nan Xing looked down.

It's blood, nosebleed.

It turns out that it is true that beauties have nosebleeds!

She wanted to raise her hand to cover her nose, but the familiar sleepiness swept over her.

In her blurred vision, she saw Zhang Qiling reaching out to catch her, and then everything returned to darkness.

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