[Qi Xie] Si Wu Xie

Zhang Qishan put a strap on his black ancient sword, tied it obliquely behind his back, looked at Wu Xie in the corner, Wu Xie inserted the ancient sword obliquely into his backpack, and tied it to death with the backpack strap.

When Wu Xie was packing the equipment, he was also carefully watching Zhang Qishan and his party. There are no moral rules among the local masters. If he was going to be beaten with a sap along the way, Wu Xie explained it here. I have to live another year to pick up the boring oil bottle.

Wu Xie's equipment is complicated, and almost everything he may use will be carried. Excluding the consumed equipment and food, the backpack weighs at least 25 catties, plus this ancient sword weighing about [-] catties, [-] catties are in his bag. Within the tolerance range, he can still march in the mountain rainforest for a few days when he is carrying [-] catties. Wu Xie looked at the little space left in the backpack, and felt itchy and touched two books from the pile of books on one side. Ben, carefully rolled into the canvas bag and tucked into the backpack.

Zhang Qishan looked at him, that boy was like a milk dog hiding in the corner of Wu Laowu's family, not to mention the lingering milk smell on his body, he was so soft that he wanted to be carried into his arms.

"Adjutant, tell the brothers not to keep the worn-out equipment, and take all the books and bamboo slips here to the ground." Zhang Qishan looked at the young man who raised his head suddenly and looked at him with wet eyes, and continued: "Be careful!" Pack it and don't break it."

Wu Xie cursed inwardly, Tu Fuzi's official language is tomb robbers, and there is a common saying that thieves never leave empty space, but gold, silver and jade wares are far more popular in the antique collection industry than books and bamboo slips. Indeed, the market value of famous calligraphy and paintings is not low. But it depends on the condition.There are few tomb robbers who are capable of appraising and appreciating ancient books, so Tu Fuzi seldom touches the books in the tomb.

Moreover, the research value of books and bamboo slips is far greater than the collection value. If these people cannot reasonably preserve these ancient books, they will be completely reckless.Of course, Wu Xie also had thoughts about these books and bamboo slips. He thought about bringing all the buddies down next time, and bringing them up again. He felt that the man who had been staring at him sullenly must have seen him steal ancient books.

Wu Xie looked at the packed ancient books, and felt that the man was really indescribable. He showed his favor to him, but he teased him again and again, which made him feel hairy and secretly hated.Sulking, Wu Xie grabbed the nearest bamboo slips in his hand, and seeing that the leading man just looked at him with a half-smile, he simply broke the jar, grabbed two more bamboo slips, wrapped them in canvas, and stuffed them into the bag In that little gap.

As for the package of jerky, Wu Xie still accepted it, and he put it in the pocket of the leather jacket he was wearing.

Zhang Qishan saw that his own soldiers were all packed up, and he carried the rest of his back, stood up, and said, "You go and I will meet behind you, adjutant, you are the rear." Wu Xie gritted his molars. It's circled.

The formation at this time was Zhang Qishan leading the way, Wu Xie followed closely, surrounded by the leading man on both sides and behind.

There was a rustling sound in the tomb passage, Wu Xie thought it was the grinding sound of ancient books, but this sound gave Wu Xie a feeling of palpitation.

"Stop." The man in front of Wu Xie stopped his feet, retracted his right hand, and raised it slightly.He stood sideways and concentrated, his eyes narrowed slightly.At this moment, the rustling sound got louder and approached. "Go!" the man yelled.

Wu Xie turned his head, and saw that the tomb passage a little further away was covered with densely packed corpses, he was stunned, why didn't he come across this thing when he came in.

"What are you in a daze for, run!" Wu Xie was led by the man in front, and staggered to keep up with Zhang Qishan's pace.

"Ah!" Zhang Rishan from the back of the hall cried out in pain, and then shouted: "Buddha, hurry up."

Zhang Qishan paused, and pulled out the bayonet that was next to his body, as if he was about to turn back. As soon as he let go, Wu Xie was pulled back by the heavy backpack, and fell to the ground.Wu Xie knew the limit of his load. Although the things in the backpack were complicated, even after adding the ancient sword and ancient books, it was still within his heavy range. My calf trembled and I couldn't stand up.

Wu Xie looked at the overwhelming corpses rolling over, and no one could get out if things continued like this.Although Wu Xie also knew that his unicorn blood was not effective at all times, but now, he couldn't run, and there were too many corpses.

"Get out of the way." Wu Xie yelled, pulled up some strength and stood up, picked up the black gold dagger and cut open his left palm, the bright red blood flew down, the corpse shrank, and seemed afraid to go forward, Zhang Qishan and Zhang The soldiers of the family all looked at Wu Xie in shock.

"What are you looking at, don't hurry up." The corpse behind was still rushing forward, Wu Xie's heart swayed, and he took a dagger and pulled it on his left wrist wearing a ring ring, blood gushed out and scattered all over the ground , the corpses all stopped at that stall.

Zhang Qishan quickly swung his bayonet, dragged back Zhang Rishan, who was almost buried by the corpse, and threw it to one side of the guards, shouting: "Take him away, I am the rear." The two guards carried Zhang Rishan past Zhang Qishan and Wu Xie. The soldiers next to him also quickly followed.

Wu Xie's brain was dizzy. This was due to excessive blood loss and a dull pain in his head. Suddenly there was a burst of shouting in his ear: "Can you still run?" Wu Xie turned his head blankly and opened his mouth. What did you say?

Zhang Qishan didn't get a response, and he didn't care what Wu Xie's reaction should be. He grabbed his wrist with one hand to stop the bleeding, and hooked his armpit with the other hand, dragging and pulling Wu Xie forward.The blood that fell to the ground in fine pieces along the way just provided a safe distance between them and the corpses.

"Seal the entrance of the cave." Zhang Qishan shouted after dragging Wu Xie out of the cave.Finally, on the ground, see the sky again.The staff who responded on the ground immediately sealed the robbery hole.All the people in the fight panted heavily, lamenting the rest of their lives after the catastrophe.

"Buddha, the adjutant is not well." A soldier who carried Zhang Rishan out hurriedly shouted.

Zhang Qishan walked over quickly, and unbuttoned the top button of Zhang Rishan's shirt, looking at his pale face and red lips, he was poisoned by King Shilao, the poison can be cured with Qilin's blood.

Zhang Qishan looked at Wu Xie, blood had clotted on Wu Xie's wrist, and he was cleaning the wound with clean water in cold sweat.Zhang Qishan walked over silently, pulled Wu Xie up and dragged him towards Zhang Rishan, Wu Xie resisted weakly, Zhang Qishan's face was sullen, and his face was terribly dark the whole time.

Wu Xie's wrist was held close to Zhang Rishan's mouth, Zhang Qishan pulled the wound, blood gushed out of the deep knife marks on his wrist again. "This is my brother, the most important thing." Zhang Qishan said in a muffled voice, trying to explain.

"Let go, let go, I tell you to let go of me, it won't take so much blood to detoxify the dead body." The voice was like a cat meowing, and Wu Xie was beating Zhang Qishan with his free hand.Wu Xie is always the young master who is afraid of injury and pain, but there is no stuffy oil bottle, no fat man here, not even black glasses. "Let go, let go..." Wu Xie's eyes darkened for a while until the sky spun.

Inside the carriage, on the left and right against the carriage wall, there are a large number of ancient books and bamboo slips piled up. In the middle is buried a beautiful boy covered with a coat. The boy's face is pale, his lips are dry, and his color is extremely light, almost as pale as his face. quite.

Zhang Rishan sat on the front horizontal board and drove the car, Zhang Qishan half body was outside the car, half body leaned into the car, carefully wiped the boy's cheek with a wet kerchief, and pulled the boy's injured wrist and palm a little , take a closer look.Zhang Qishan's hand suddenly paused, and he took off the second ring ring on Wu Xie's left hand. After carefully wiping the inside and outside of the bracelet with a damp cloth, he put it on for Wu Xie, and then put his hand back under the coat. The door curtain was lifted in the carriage, and Zhang Rishan sat side by side on the horizontal board.

"Buddha, this...we'll take him back to Changsha." Zhang Rishan said in a low voice. During the day when the people in the car were unconscious, Zhang Rishan saw the difference. "He should be from the same family, and his blood is absolutely unicorn blood."

"It belongs to my family, but it's not like it. My family always pays attention to skills. Look at him, he has no flesh on his body, and he looks like he can't make fists or legs. Look at him, he looks like my family."

"But, Lord Buddha, you should have noticed that he handles the mechanism with ease in the ear room, the water marks on the wall of the tomb that we didn't notice, he just observed it, and besides, he is calm and stable in the bucket, which is not like the first time. Fighting down."

Zhang Qishan pondered for a while and said: "It is true that he was the one who saw through the anti-theft and mechanism on the door in front of the main tomb. He also has research on ancient Chinese, and Qilin blood can't be faked, but the family will never let go. people."

"Buddha, when he wakes up, you can interrogate him. If you really can't, you can go to the camp for interrogation."

At this time, the sleepy young man uttered a few ravings, and the two people outside the curtain of the car stopped their voices and heard: "Banyouping, Bo... Zhang, Zhang Qiling, Bronze... door, you bastard..."

Regarding the Bronze Gate, Zhang Qishan only knew that it was a secret kept by Zhang Ben's family for hundreds of years.And Zhang Qiling is the title of the past dynasties of the Zhang family.

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