Inhuman World Front Desk Reception

But the two practitioners were not optimistic. They took out their magic weapons one after another, a mahogany sword and a whisk.

Qin Feng asked Xie Qilian in a low voice: "Why do practitioners fight with wooden swords? Aren't wooden swords used for practice?"

Xie Qilian also whispered in his ear: "It's the same, they also rely on tricks to fight with ghosts, otherwise?"

"Go up and chop." Qin Feng answered naturally, "Didn't Lu Lin just use a real sword?"

"That's not just a real sword, it's a spiritual sword, it can be hidden in the soul, otherwise you think how he usually passes the train security check." Xie Qilian said, "Lu Lin's talent is one in a million, he already has the bone of a sword , In the future, if you can cultivate Jianxin, you may be able to become a sword fairy. But that is different, you can understand Lu Lin as a physics department professional, and these people who hold wooden swords are from the long-distance magic department."

Qin Feng raised his eyelids: "Good partner, which game are you playing, please tell me the truth."

Xie Qilian was not polite: "I've been by your side for a long time, and I definitely don't dare to play competitive games. It must be a stand-alone game. Don't worry, there is absolutely no such situation where teammates are disconnected and the opposite side is all power leveling."

Unlike the trembling Director Yan and the Taoist priest who was waiting in full force, the archaeological team looked uncontrollably excited.

"This is 'living history'. Even if we can't take pictures of the local customs and customs as archaeological materials, it can verify our conjectures and provide direction for our real archaeology..." Professor Meng, the team leader, chattered , eyes glowing.

The weak Director Yan's lips trembled, and he really wanted to pounce on him and shake him violently, and yelled at him: If you are doing academics, divide the time and occasion, can you have a little respect for haunting, even if you pretend to be a little scared!

Judging from the visual effect, this frontier town that was traced back is a very bustling and lively place.

It’s not how luxurious and rich it is. The houses on the street are not even high. They have thick walls and small windows unique to windy, sandy and bitter cold places. They are connected together. Decorated with a collection of styles, the merchants come and go in a variety of clothes, and many of them have a strong accent from the Western Regions. They bargain with the fat boss of the Central Plains caravan. Accurately swear back.

The well-trained soldiers walked by the street without looking sideways, and the vegetable vendors were sorting the vegetable leaves wilted by the wind and sand at their feet, not afraid of these mighty soldiers.They wore white-washed military uniforms and cloaks, and the gaps in the armor were polished brightly. It was impossible to tell that they were stationed outside the frontier in this windy and sandy city.

The priests dragged the fanatical archaeologists to dodge pedestrians, and the backtracked town was still a phantom, but the priests did not dare to let the projections of these ancient people pass through the living body at will. The two impermanences are so impermanent that they don’t care, but according to the ghost According to the etiquette, it is impolite to wear someone's body casually, and the two of them subconsciously dodge.

Suddenly, there was a dense sound of horseshoes in the lively market.

The archaeologists craned their necks curiously, but Xie Qilian's face suddenly changed.

The sergeant on horseback was in a hurry, and even shouted as soon as he entered the city: "Get out of the way, get out of the way—where is the general?"

The soldiers on the side of the road pointed in the direction, and then they heard the soldier on horseback shouting: "General—His Majesty is dead—General! Your Majesty is dead—"

The group really felt like they were watching a holographic movie, and the plot seemed to have reached a critical point, but Qin Feng could clearly feel the air pressure in Xie Qilian's body drop suddenly.

Soon, Xie Qilian was slightly stunned, and looked down at his hand, Qin Feng was grabbing his wrist with force, although he didn't say anything, Xie Qilian felt that Qin Feng had understood.

So he slowly raised his hand and grabbed Qin Feng's wrist.

Qin Feng said in a low voice: "How about letting Jiang Shen come."

"It's okay." Xie Qilian closed his eyes, "If you care about it, it will cause chaos."

"But..." Qin Feng pursed his lips, Xie Qilian raised his hand to stop him.

"I know what you're afraid of. I promise, I won't feel bad. On the contrary—" Xie Qilian laughed, with a hint of pride on the corner of his mouth, "I think you will go crazy after watching How I Died Worship me."

Qin Feng stretched out his long arms and hugged Xie Qilian's waist directly: "Don't look, I'm already crazy, and I even plan to enroll in a cram school to learn how to blow rainbow farts."

Xie Qilian made a sharp cut, and said seriously: "What I'm worried about is that - we're afraid that our words will come true. The current battle is obviously not a coincidence. It can already be seen that it is aimed at me. It is [-]% likely that the ghost cultivator is still there." Behind the scenes, I just don't know how far she can do it. There are too many mortals here, and what is about to happen is a big battle. If the front edge mirror continues to be inspired by some unknown means, if we look back again, maybe we will have to kill A real rain of arrows is falling."

"I will protect mortals at all costs, you can rest assured, but are you really sure that this time's calculation is not to punish one's heart?" Qin Feng raised his hand to hold Xie Qilian's heart, "You really don't have any grudges anymore. Will there be?"

"You think I've been fooling around for thousands of years, is it in vain?" Xie Qilian's eyes were clear and bright, although they were dark, they shone with a clear light, he smiled and pressed the back of Qin Feng's hand, "Besides, even if I really feel uncomfortable If it's gone, wouldn't there be you, I promise, this time I will plunge into your arms and cry."

Qin Feng blinked, looking forward to it: "Okay, then you can wipe your tears with my shirt."

"Cough cough..."

The impermanent Wuchang turned their heads and saw a group of people looking at the sky, picking their noses, pretending to look at the goods, and doing everything. Director Yan stopped shaking, but his face turned a little red, and he covered his mouth and muttered about dog food.

Qin Feng said calmly: "Don't wander around, we are going to track down the front mirror now."

Black and white impermanence hides when things happen, do you want to save face in the underworld?So it is natural to face the difficulties and dig out the magic weapon!

Leader Meng of the archaeological team suddenly said: "I have an idea! I just listened to it. The general who guards the city is a strict military officer. Many people even call it the God of War. It is said that the enemy soldiers I didn’t dare to commit any crimes at all, so I listened carefully, the general’s surname is Xie, and it just so happens that the general in the main tomb of the tomb we found around the ruins is also surnamed Xie!”

Qin Feng turned his head in an instant, saw Xie Qilian shook his head slightly, and said with the shape of his lips: It's not me.

But he obviously meant to hang on to Qin Feng, but without going into details, Qin Feng looked melancholy at the city that was traced back, feeling like chasing after a series of TV series, which is not enjoyable to watch.

Team Leader Meng continued: "I've been exposed to metaphysics to some extent, since there is a tomb with a clear identity of the owner of the tomb, and then the 'ghost town' appears...well, don't worry about it, Director Yan, it's not a ghost town, what is it? The historical time of this city happened to be when this General Xie was alive, so doesn't that mean that the two are connected?"

Daoist Qiu thought about it seriously, and said, "That makes sense. Maybe the front edge mirror is the buried object of General Xie, or it can be effective because it senses his remaining will near his tomb?"

The two priests looked at Qin Feng and Xie Qilian: "I don't know...do you two think we should take a look at the general's tomb?"

Qin Feng didn't speak, Xie Qilian nodded: "Well, let's take a look."

The archaeological team had already marked the location of the burial on the map, and they set out for the cemetery with a last look at the street scene.

"This is a mass burial." Leader Meng explained on the road, "This kind of mass burial is very rare, and it is different from the sacrificial burial. This tomb is buried in a marching formation, and it is obvious at a glance that it is a mass burial of the army. It should be the people who bury the bones."

Qin Feng was really curious: "How did you judge?"

"If it was buried on the spot during the war, it would be impossible to repair the tomb, record the life, and the coffin and burial objects, but if it was buried by the imperial court according to the rank, it would be impossible to be so simple. The utensils of the highest specification do not match the level of this general at all."

After Team Leader Meng finished speaking, they soon saw the half-dug tomb.

"arrive!"

The tomb is indeed simple, basically just dug a big pit, buried a pile of neat coffins of the same style, and even the coffins are tattered, and the wood is not good at first glance. It can be preserved because of the windy and sandy climate here. Buried in a similar environment to that cultural relic comrade, it must have been rotten into mud.

"The owner of the tomb is here! The loyal and brave general, the Xie family in Wanzhou, Xie Yao."

As soon as he finished reading, everyone was stunned.

Qin Feng was the most stunned one, and the eyes of the two cultivators were even more erratic. Qiu Daoist hesitated for a while and asked, "Which Yao?"

Only Xie Qilian was calm and calm, and said in a manly voice: "Yao and Shun are born to the common people."

The archaeological team was silent for three seconds, and an excited scream exploded in an instant.

When Xie Qilian came, the two Taoist priests introduced them, so the archaeological map now knows that they are yin errands, and the errands must be dead before they can be employed. As a result, the dead man has the same name as the dead man in the tomb. Is it exciting?Wouldn't it be good to ask him directly if there are any academic problems.

But the screams are the screams. The main coffin of the owner of the tomb is rotten, and it is in a state where it will fall off if you don’t touch it. A professor looked at it and raised his hand: "No, I will take a look at someone with a flashlight. This is not right. , the corpse in this tomb seems to be a female corpse?"

Everyone was stunned again, Team Leader Meng leaned over and asked Xie Qilian hesitantly: "That... can you open the coffin?"

"Let's go." Xie Qilian nodded, "The soul of the dead has already passed away, and what remains is only a slough. If you dig it up and study it, it will be very meaningful."

The archaeological team collectively opened their mouths, but their hands were unambiguous, and they opened the coffin three times and two times. The core value of this tomb is not in the coffin, so it is expedient, so the coffin lid is not perfect.

There was no such thing as a mirror in the coffin, which obviously ruled out the possibility of burial objects.

But suddenly, Qin Feng and Xie Qilian felt a little weird at the same time. They saw that Team Leader Meng quickly pushed aside the colleague next to the coffin, and he directly grabbed a rib of the owner of the tomb, squeezed it hard, and the weathered bones quickly turned into ashes!

Daoist Qiu was shocked: "What are you doing—"

Even Qin Feng didn't have time to stop it. Who would have thought that an ordinary mortal who was the object of their protection would suddenly resort to strange methods?

The bones scattered into the air, and strong magic waves exploded around.

"Who!" Qin Feng shouted loudly, in the desert night, the wind blew in the distance, like some kind of desolate Qiang flute.

Daoist Qiu staggered and fell to the ground. Li Daochang, who had been silent for a while, took out a sword at some point. The sword had just been pulled out from Daoist Qiu's body, and a large amount of blood with spiritual energy was drawn out. With a splash, the walls of the entire tomb suddenly cracked open.

The archaeological team collectively screamed in horror, but suddenly they all fainted, including Team Leader Meng who suddenly helped Xiexiu for some reason. At this moment, with the satisfied expression of successfully completing the task, he fell headlong.

Under the moonlight, the "wall" of the tomb reflected strong light, and Qin Feng saw his own reflection for the first time.

He finally couldn't help cursing and swearing: "You fucking built a mirror room for me???"

A huge grave with more than 50 coffins was buried. When and how it was done, the entire wall was replaced with mirrors.

Li Daochang, who was pretending to be low-key, grinned: "Master Heiwuchang, thank you, but with the front mirror, you should not be able to realize Master's plan. Fortunately, you really don't have a long memory. You still dare to jump when you find a trap, and Heiwuchang My lord has a fatal weakness—you don’t see clear evidence, you don’t come to the conclusion that a person is a villain, and it’s obviously impermanence that eliminates crimes, but you always like to look at the good side of people.”

As he said that, he glanced at Team Leader Meng who was unconscious on the ground: "This professor is actually the key—"

Qin Feng didn't wait for him to continue talking, the golden light in his hand soared, he floated behind Li Daochang like a black mist, and the brilliant Mo knife slashed down, Li Daochang, who was still talking, spit out a big mouthful of hard work, flew out and was caught It was shot on the mirror, and when it slid down, the mirror sizzled, just like a classic scene in a cartoon.

Wuchang in black sneered, "I see that you are also a living practitioner with a bright future, but you worship Ghost Xiu as your master? Aren't you looking for a future without a bright future?"

Li Daochang was crippled by this knife, and his Daoyuan was broken. At this moment, his face was terribly gray, but he still showed a smile: "The magic circle...has taken effect..."

Qin Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he saw that the four walls of the coffin really lit up with strange magic circles, and the colors in the surrounding mirrors also slowly changed.

And he felt cold all over - Xie Qilian was no longer by his side.

The seriously injured Daoist Qiu tried his best to get up, stuck a hemostatic talisman on his back, and gritted his teeth: "You...evil cultivator! Mr. Qin is not doing well... The owner of the tomb has a strong causal line with... and Mr. Xie , These thieves cast a sorcerer's spell, using the front edge mirror, to pull Mr. Xie... into the memory of his life!"

"Before he was alive?" Qin Feng suddenly looked at the mirror, "What do you mean, this mirror sealed the memory of him being a ghost for thousands of years?"

Who has the ability to seal Bai Wuchang!He thought this way just now, and suddenly realized that the other party not only borrowed a front mirror as big as the room, but also used a fragment of the imperial seal of Emperor Fengdu.

Sure enough, he started targeting impermanence weaknesses everywhere.

"Yes! Not only memory, but also experience, mana... are the same as before..." Qiu Daochang gritted his teeth, "It's very... very dangerous! Because no matter what happens, Mr. Xie is dead, he is already a dead soul, If you are pulled into the past by the front edge mirror, you will definitely die again, but the soul of the dead will not die again, if you can't save him before his death..."

Qin Feng continued with murderous intent: "Will he be injured?"

The author has something to say:

Don't worry, I said that there is absolutely no abuse of Mr. Xie, and there is absolutely no abuse of Mr. Xie (in this article, death does not mean abuse. Let me declare first, death must be dead, pick your nose), our old A will only be General Xie He was screaming so handsome, he was so handsome that he wanted to crazily up him! ! ! 【By the way, everyone knows that old A's flag will definitely fall...】

I finally have a more powerful villain~ But don’t worry, the ending of the villain must be directly proportional to how powerful she is, hehe