Zhao Ge: 124. Stone statue with eyes open

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Under the wolf's head, the half-folded rice paper is as white as snow and as tough as brocade. In the sun, you can see the blossoming plum flowers composed of natural patterns on the paper.

Chen Geguang was born in the Jintang family, and he recognized that it was Jinzhi rice paper that was hard to find for a daughter, and it was exclusively for the royal family.

Several thoughts flashed through his mind, and Mr. Yan has reached out and picked up the rice paper.

Mr. Yan unfolded the rice paper and saw that only a few lines of words were written on the plain-snow-like paper, using the official script of Jintang. The handwriting was elegant and vigorous.

As soon as Chen Geguang went to see what was written on this royal family paper, a black flame suddenly rose up in Mr. Yan's hand, and instantly burned the rice paper clean.

"You!"

Chen Geguang was angry, but before he could reprimand him, the sudden change occurred.

The moment the rice paper was burned, the camel with the blind old wolf bound on its back suddenly lifted its front hoofs, as if it had been frightened in an instant. The camel was frightened and frantic. Chen Geguang instinctively drew out the knife. With a flash of light, he was about to kill the camel kicked by the front hoof.

"Don't move."

As soon as Chen Geguang drew his sword in his hand, he heard Mr. Yan shouting sharply next to him.

The next moment, Chen Geguang's wrist was grabbed by Mr. Yan, and there was a flower in front of him. Chen Geguang was led by Mr. Yan to withdraw ten steps backwards, avoiding the crazy camel. The camel broke free of the rope at some unknown time, and screamed out from in front of Chen Geguang.

"It was calculated."

Chen Geguang was confused by Mr. Yan's response so much. Just about to ask him what was going on, he heard Mr. Yan around him as if squeezing a voice from his teeth, Sen Han said.

——Has been calculated?

Didn't they have been deceived a long time ago, the Buyik people already knew their whereabouts? It’s just said that it’s been calculated now, as an afterthought?

Chen Geguang twitched his mouth, seeing that Mr. Yan actually gave him a hand earlier, he didn't say anything.

But soon, he knew he had misunderstood.

Mr. Yan said "it was calculated" far more than this.

The moment the camel rushed out, the camel bell that was originally hung on the rope shook violently, and the camel bell became rapid from the beginning. Chen Geguang and Mr. Yan were standing between the ropes that traversed the sky. At this time, camel bells came from all directions. The bells overlapped, as if they were ringing directly in their minds.

The camel bell, the desolate and distant camel bell.

The camel bell that guides the lost in the desert can reach far and wide, but when hundreds of camel bells ring violently together, it is impossible to give people the comfort of guiding the lost. sense.

Guide the fart's lost path.

It's almost like making people get lost.

Chen Geguang could hardly restrain himself from trying to drew a knife to cut off the ropes with camel bells, but the way those camel bells were hung and rang seemed weird. The bells overlapped and rang in his mind, making his chest dizzy and dizzy. His mind was very irritable, but he couldn't help but listen to those camel bells.

No, it's not right.

More than just camel bells.

Chen Geguang was holding the knife, gritting his teeth, cold sweat on his forehead, so he didn't cut the knife at Mr. Yan beside him.

The camel bell is just a catalyst, but the real factor is... cold and stern, like the wind of a devil cry.

They have been in the ghost town for too long, until they have become accustomed to the whistling wind in the ghost town, their nerves have subconsciously ignored the wind, but now once they notice the wind, the brain instinctively removes the wind. Excluding it, the camel bell became vague, ghostly and ethereal, and became entangled behind the sound of wind.

Sorrowful and stern, the ghosts wailed, the souls rang the bell.

This is... what's going on?

Chen Geguang's vision gradually blurred, his consciousness was still sober, but the knife in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, the line of sight in front of him became hazy, and the world seemed to rotate.

"Chen Geguang!"

In the chaos and chaos, Chen Geguang heard someone calling his name loudly. The voice seemed to come from a distant place. The voice was as sharp as a blade, and it suddenly split the thick fog in front of him. .

As if being pulled out of the deep water suddenly, Chen Geguang panted heavily, and his back was suddenly wet with cold sweat. Only then did he realize that he had actually knelt on the ground, staggering up from the ground, and Chen Geguang turned his head to look around.

In my ears, there is still a screaming ghost cry.

It seems that the wind of the entire ghost city is gathered here, the wailing of the ghosts, the ropes that seemed to hang randomly in the air are now taut, the ropes are staggered, and a strange array is pulled out in the air. Pictured, the totems of the Buyik tribe on the camel bell hanging on the rope have been ignited.

The camel bell ignited flames in the air, but did not burn the rope. The flames wrapped the copper bell, which looked very strange.

What’s worse is not this, but the space outside the ropes seems to have been separated. The place where Chen Geguang and Mr. Yan are standing is under the formation of ropes, between this rocky mountain There is still a clear sky in the open space, but dozens of steps away, outside the range of the rope cut, there is no known when the yellow sand hovered.

Like a sandstorm that has been blocked by a ghost town for many years, it invaded in an instant. The yellow sand scurried away from the ropes, and the wind was swift, making it impossible to see anything from dozens of miles away.

Chen Geguang's face changed suddenly.

The light cavalry, the soldiers from Bomubao he brought with him are still scattered around waiting.

"Fuck his uncle..."

Chen Geguang, who was born in a famous family, exploded for the first time. He pulled out the knife that was stuck on the ground, and was about to get out of the rope and walk into the yellow sand.

Where did the evil name of the ghost town come from? Those simple and blurred legends seem true and false.

There is a legend that this ghost city used to be a Buddha city in the Western Regions. Later, I don’t know what mistakes were committed, and punishments came from heaven. Those monks with advanced cultivation became stone overnight. There are ten The eight tall rocky mountains look like monks bowing their heads from a distance. After the monk fossilized, his grievances persisted and hovered in the city.

If someone touched the grievances of those monks who had cultivated a deep and profound level of Buddhahood, then the stone statues opened their eyes, and the bones buried under the yellow sand gathered together, wandering ghosts weeping, and not letting the living go into that hell.

At the beginning, the army of the Fujin dynasty planned to pass through here, but it never made a sneak attack on the military fortress. Some people said that it was because they violated the resentment shrouded in the ghost town and was "crossed" into the hell.

But that is obviously just the legend of the foolish people of Krazhuoma!

"Don't move! Danger!"

Mr. Yan shouted sharply.

"Fuck you!" Chen Geguang yelled, "I have seen you upset for a long time, which green onion are you?!"

"Don't be upset!" In the fierce wind, Mr. Yan pressed Chen Geguang's shoulder, his eyes did not fall on the yellow sand in the sky.

His gaze glanced around the places where the ropes were nailed, the empty right hand drooped, and the black flames in the palm of the hand gathered, and finally slowly condensed into a long sword. The edge of the long sword is rare. A toothy arc.

Chen Geguang wanted to break free of this person's hand, but found that the other person seemed to be pressing his shoulder lightly, but his strength was extremely powerful.

After looking around, Mr. Yan held a sword in one hand and pressed Chen Geguang's shoulder with the other, pulling him back slowly step by step.

He stared in one direction.

The vibration of the camel bell is getting more and more rapid. I don't know when, a Sanskrit text slowly appeared in the flame of the camel bell. There is a Sanskrit on each camel bell, which is dazzling in the fire, as if it had been written on the bell a long time ago, and slowly emerged after being burned by the fire.

——The rope that runs randomly across the air seems to be just a trick to leave them to find the wrong place, but in fact it is a trap that has been prepared for them to take it lightly.

The ropes that seem to be nailed randomly and drawn in all directions form the lines of the array. The bells and the sound of the wind mix together to form a breathtaking effect. The bells hanging on the ropes are secretly written in Sanskrit and ignited in the air The Buyik pattern... everything is like a spider web, pulling the whole body.

Chen Geguang thought of the old wolf leading the way, and the blind sand wolf tied to the camel floated in front of him. For some reason, his bones began to show coldness.

In the dark, it seems that the actions of people like myself are walking according to the script written by others.

It's like... I'm just a pawn, and someone is outside the chessboard, watching without emotion.

This feeling passed quickly, but Chen Geguang couldn't think more.

He also saw what it was that made Mr. Yan, who was unpredictable, show such a posture as if he was facing an enemy.

——In the middle of the yellow sand, a pair of eyes, a pair of majestic, as if the eyes that pity the heavens slowly opened.

The rope is full of yellow sand. They can't see the soldiers waiting outside, but they can vaguely see a few huge black shadows, the rocky mountains hundreds of feet high. At this time, in the direction Mr. Yan was looking at, two beams of light lit up on the top of a huge black shadow.

Two **** of light like eyes.

Looking vaguely as the yellow sand circulates, the shape of the rocky mountain is clearly a monk with head down.

The monk bowed his head and opened his eyes in the yellow sand.

Looking at the Buddha's light, Chen Geguang only felt his body stiff. If it weren't for Mr. Yan to pull him, let alone step back at this time, it would be difficult for him to even raise his hand.

Mr. Yan held the long sword across his chest, and he pulled Chen Geguang back slowly.

——The stone statue opens its eyes.

The cause of the death of the cavalry in the Fujian Dynasty is probably true.

As soon as this thought passed, Chen Geguang heard the voice of the war horse.

I don't know when the wind slowed down, but besides the rope, there was still a vast amount of yellow sand. Apart from the stone statue with eyes open in the yellow sand, Chen Geguang and Mr. Yan saw many vague dark shadows.

It was definitely not the army they brought.

It's like the legend of Krazhuoma, belonging to Namu, that mysterious army named "Zang Mu" travels, they... are here to harvest life.