Everyone read the script except me [Transmigration Book]

"...Thinking about it...it's better never to see each other again...Do you still want to kill a few more times with a lingering ghost?"

The man looked sideways, with a smile that was not a smile, the corners of his brows and eyes were arrogant and wild, as if no one could make him bow his head.There is no memory of the previous life, stern and stern, with no other focus on one person, as if concentrating on all obsessions, and all the achievements were made in a jade smash.

Sometimes Feng Jianpo even felt that there was no hatred in those dark and clear eyes, but instead it was like the whole world, and only Fen Lian was willing to see it in his eyes.

In some moments when dark feelings occupy the mind, I even feel jealous.

At the moment of death, I was also jealous, why did the same crime, this person didn't chase me, didn't come to kill me, couldn't I just look at myself?

Why is only Burning Lotus special?I am obviously a good candidate worthy of being killed.

Feng Jianpo lowered his head, and pressed his drowsy forehead against the wall of the tomb passage. The rough, hard and cold wall made the heat of his forehead better than the coldness of the ground, and even his mind was slightly clear in the past and present, the mixture of reality and reality.

He didn't quite know what was going on now, he clearly remembered that he had been dead for a long time, why did he seem to be living again?

It seemed that just now they were still entangled in love and hatred with this person, and they were fighting to death, and in a blink of an eye, it seemed that they had returned to the time when they were first trapped alone in the mausoleum a long time ago.

Zhuge Xiao once asked him, when did he have that kind of thought for that person, obviously the two of them didn't have much communication.

Of course there was. During that time, Six Doors and the Crow Feather Guard had frequent conflicts. He and this person were accidentally plotted against and fell into the mausoleum organ.Just this one time, just the two of them, no one knows.

He never mentioned it to anyone, including the partners who grew up with the six doors.

If it hadn't been for Luo Yue's death later, he would even have thought about his future with this person...

The corners of Feng Jianpo's lips moved extremely weakly, and a layer of lifelessness covered his cold and gloomy face.Even the self-deprecating laugh was lifeless and silent.

He has never been smart, but now he is very transparent, seeing the future that never existed - if there is no Luo Yue's death, he and this person will die without a problem.

With his character, even Zhuge Xiao would not be able to tell that he likes Yan Qingdu.

Even if he lived to be a hundred years old, I'm afraid Yan Qing would not know about his liking until he died.

The wind sword broke against the gloomy tomb passage, and his eyes were looking at Yan Wujiu under the ever-burning lamp from the beginning to the end, not for a moment, the eyes were cautious and powerless.

It's like seeing hallucinations that disappear once detected.

The sharp-edged, stern and sharp youthful air on his face softened unknowingly, as if the light of a sword soaked and faded away in the silent darkness.The expression on his face is obviously still the same reticent and indifferent, but it makes people feel gentle when looking at it.

The frost sword sank in the peach blossom spring water, and the bloody edge disappeared.In this way, cold and gentle.

……

Yan Wujiu was about to rest, raised his eyebrows, and decided not to open the sarcophagus for the time being, but to find the door to the ear chamber first.

As he walked towards the suspected mechanism, he asked Feng Jianpo, who had a fever and kept silent: "Is the fever still severe? I thought that a master like you would not suffer from such a small illness."

Yan Wujiu remembered that he had also seen Fen Lian injured and embarrassed, twice.

Are these one of the best masters in the legends of the rivers and lakes turned out to be more crispy than him?

When Yan Wujiu raised his hand to look for the loopholes in the mechanism, a hand stretched out from behind him, and pressed a mechanism first.

"Choose this." The voice was hoarse and deep, without the slightest emotion, but it was reliable.

Yan Wujiu was slightly surprised, turned his head to look at Feng Jianpo not far away from him.

The man subconsciously took two steps away after pressing the mechanism, as if he didn't want to stand too close to him.

Seeing Yan Wujiu looking at him, Feng Jianpo looked at him with a quiet face.

Perhaps because of the high fever, Feng Jianpo's whole body seemed pale and silent. Although he was originally reticent and cold, but now he seemed to have lost all vigor, only silence remained, and even his eyes remained motionless. end.

Yan Wujiu frowned subconsciously, if he hadn't confirmed that the son of the deposed prince was the seven-year-old Murong Chenxi, he would almost have thought it was Feng Jianpo.Otherwise, why would it be so painful to enter a tomb?

Not long after Feng Jianpo pressed the switch, a door opened after a faint sound of the switch.

Feng Jianpo's expression was extremely calm, there was no accident, and he walked in front naturally as if he had returned home.

"follow me."

Yan Wujiu was used to relying on himself in everything, but seeing that Feng Jianpo made no mistakes in his judgment twice, he believed his judgment a little bit.Hearing this, she just moved her brows slightly, and silently followed behind him.

After that, there was nothing to say along the way, Feng Jianpo walked very slowly, but he didn't seem to be nervous, he chose the path accurately every time, and in the complicated environment, he was able to choose the correct mechanism that was sure to fail every time.

Yan Wujiu's eyebrows frowned slightly, he suspected that the Six Doors might have obtained the diagram of the mechanism underneath the accompanying mausoleum, otherwise how could Feng Jianpo be so familiar with this place?

But if it's true, it's a good thing, at least Gu Yuexi will be able to open the accompanying mausoleum smoothly tomorrow.

Feng Jianpo, who had been three steps away from Yan Wujiu, suddenly stopped, and Yan Wujiu also stopped, looking at him inquiringly.

Feng Jianpo turned slightly sideways and turned his head, just for a little bit of meaning, from Yan Wujiu's angle he could only see a small half of his profile.

His voice was very low, without edges and corners: "Come to the main tomb immediately. There are three organs here, and one of them is wrong. The remaining two are not sure, and there may be some twists and turns. You," he paused, and said in a hoarse whisper as usual , "Hold on to me."

Yan Wujiu followed his words and walked over, grasping his left arm with both hands.

"Do you hate contact with people? Every time you touch you, you feel like you are suffering from typhoid fever."

This time we can't blame Yan Wujiu for mocking with his poisonous tongue, he was just stating the facts.

Obviously it was Feng Jianpo who said he wanted Yan Wujiu to hold him tightly, but just as Yan Wujiu's hand grabbed his arm, his whole body suddenly tensed up, as if he was holding his breath and enduring something.It even faintly seemed to be trembling.

Yan Wujiu thought about it, before going to the tomb, Feng Jianpo looked normal, and after going to the tomb, he held his hand and walked all the way, and then he had a fever and fell ill and talked nonsense.

Tsk, is he poisonous?Or a source of infection?

"No." Feng Jianpo's voice was slightly lower, but his temper was much better than before.

He put the sword on his waist, if the situation is dangerous, he needs to protect that person.

After a pause, he pressed towards the remaining two organs.

"Let me do it." Yan Wujiu said, "Anyway, you're not sure which one is right, are you?"

Feng Jianpo withdrew his hand.

He remembered that this person also said the same thing when he came here in the last life.

The mechanism was pressed, the stone door opened, and the passage leading to the main tomb was lit with long lights.

The corners of Yan Wujiu's lips raised slightly, his eyes looked straight into the depths of the tomb passage, and he walked away from him.

Feng Jianpo raised it slightly, waiting to protect that person's hand like in the previous life, and slowly put it back to its original place.

This time, Yan Wujiu had good luck.

Do it all over again, and everything changes.Just like this time, Yan Qing made the right choice, he doesn't need himself.

Feng Jianpo was stunned, and smiled slowly and silently, that's fine, very good.

……

In the main tomb, except for those funerary objects, one can notice something strange at a glance.

If you are more careful, you will find that there are signs of strangers' activities here.

Yan Wujiu walked around the tomb where the coffin of the abandoned prince was placed.

After all, it was an accompanying tomb. Even though everyone thought at the beginning, because of the old emperor's ruthless rejection of the deposed prince, this accompanying tomb would never be opened again.However, according to the general prince's specifications, no protective facilities such as Huangchang Ticou were set up.

This means that they don't need to spend too much time and energy on opening the coffin.

Yan Wujiu stared intently at the huge coffin that was slightly sunken into the ground, his idea was made as early as when he decided to enter the accompanying tomb.

"Feng Jian Po, help me open the coffin."

Feng Jian came back to his senses, remembering that they entered here by mistake in their previous life.At that time Yan Wujiu also tried to open the coffin.But before they could take any action, the ground was shaken very quickly, and someone outside tried to blow up the accompanying tomb.

Thinking of this, Feng Jianpo suddenly woke up, and immediately became vigilant.

Then I thought wrong.

Although they were hunted down and strayed into the accompanying tomb in the previous life, because they didn't know the situation inside the accompanying tomb at all, they took a lot of wrong paths and got caught in a trap along the way.It was equivalent to sleeping in the accompanying tomb for a night, and then came to the main tomb by mistake.

Therefore, if the time is calculated, even if the group outside wants to blow up the tomb, it should be about three hours later.

Right now, it's pretty safe here.

Similarly, they can only wait until three hours after dawn, when Gu Yuexi and the others open the accompanying tomb from the outside.

After Feng Jianpo thought it through, his originally tense mind relaxed slightly.

From Yan Wujiu's point of view, Feng Jianpo frowned and pondered when he heard his words, and came over to help after a while.

Thinking that he was unwilling to open the coffin of the aborted prince, Yan Wujiu considered his integrity as a god arrester, and reluctantly explained: "There is a secret in the coffin of the abolished prince. Before the apostate prince died seven years ago, he left a posthumous child, Those old gentlemen in Fengzhuang secretly rescued their mother and son. Gu Yuexi also knew about this, and the reason why he hid it from you was mainly to hide it from Zhuge Xiao. He is too complicated, I'm afraid he knows, People in the world who shouldn't know know about it."

"I originally wanted to transport the coffin safely to the Chang'an Imperial Mausoleum, and then expose the matter." Yan Wujiu chuckled, squinting his eyes as if laughing at himself, but his expression was calm and arrogant, "But now, the people outside are probably Knowing this, I have to change my plan and open the coffin now."

When Yan Wujiu opened his mouth to explain, Feng Jian broke the silence and walked over, and pushed open the coffin lid alone.

He moved faster than expected, so obedient and cooperative, Yan Wujiu lost his voice for a moment.

Feng Jianpo pushed the coffin away, but he had no interest in taking a look, he just looked at Yan Wujiu quietly: "Is this okay? Or do we need to open the whole thing?"

Yan Wujiu blinked: "Open it all up."

Then, without hesitation, Feng Jianpo pushed the entire coffin lid to the ground.

Yan Wujiu raised his brows slightly, he never expected this person to be so obedient when he was sick.

"Thank you."

Yan Wujiu walked over, there were indeed two skeletons lying in the coffin.

The two bones had been well packed, and in the crowded coffin, the two cuddled up to each other, like an ordinary couple who had suddenly fallen asleep.

Of course, the dead prince's bones were buried in accordance with royal specifications, and his face was covered with jade.

That woman was unknown at the beginning, according to Bai Xiaofeng, she was still wearing the clothes of the eunuch at the time, but now she is also wearing a wedding dress. Although the specifications of the jade articles that should be there are not as good as the abandoned prince, they are all available.

Undoubtedly, it was done by the old sacrificial priest of the Feng family.

Yan Wujiu didn't have a good impression of Fengzhuang, especially the mysterious Feng family priest who only dealt with the dead.

It was gray and gloomy, like walking corpses without the light of day, like the legendary ruthless witch Zhu.

Now, through this corpse, he suddenly seemed to know someone from that clan.

Those who are closest to death may understand the temperature of life and love better.

Yan Wujiu bowed slightly, in order to disturb the deceased, but also for those seniors who have never met.

Naturally, there is no blood book of the abandoned prince in the coffin, these things have already been given to Gu Yuexi by Mu Tianhe.

After finishing these, Yan Wujiu doesn't need to make other arrangements, just wait for the dawn.Unless those people outside are lucky enough to get into the main tomb, they need to clean it up.

Yan Wujiu took off his outer robe, folded it slightly and spread it on the coffin lid that fell to the ground, and sat down.

"Master Feng, let's take a break too. It should be fine when Gu Yuexi opens the companion tomb tomorrow."

Feng Jianpo remained silent, walked over after a while, and sat not far from Yan Wujiu.

"It's so cold, can you make a fire?" Yan Wujiu raised his chin slightly, and said reservedly.

Feng Jianpo silently looked up at him.

The previous life sounded in my ears again, and this person also said the same thing.

... "It's so cold, will it make a fire?"

... "Yes. But there is no firewood here."

... "Aren't the coffin boards made of wood?"

... "This is the mausoleum of the abandoned prince, aren't you afraid?"

... "Other people killed people here and didn't see the prince angry. I just lit a fire to keep warm. They are the first to die."

... "If it gets out..."

... "Why, Master Feng wants to inform you?"

……"No."

... "That's fine, the group of rats that followed in outside, when they are discovered, they will say that they did it!"

Really, arrogant and insane.

Feng Jianpo was stunned, and slightly closed his eyes.

"Borrow your sword to use it." Yan Wujiu thought, if he directly said that he borrowed it to split the coffin board, would he be split by the wind sword first.

But before he finished speaking, Feng Jianpo drew out his sword, cut off a corner of the cover with a sword in silence, and after a few strokes, there was a pile of firewood.

As soon as the sword light hit the ground, the sparks exploded and burned quickly.

Yan Wujiu: "..."

Lost.

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