Ghost Blowing Lantern II

Everyone nodded in agreement, and there was no objection at all. When they first entered the mountain, they refused to use the Guixu ancient mirror to "ask" for the location of the tomb. First, because in Feng Shui, Wushan Mountains is a place where "dragons have no leader". The dragon veins are crisscrossed and no real person can be found. The ancient bronze mirror may not be able to determine the location of the ancient tomb in a place that "hides the wind and accepts water"; secondly, because the sea air in the Guixu bronze mirror has gradually dissipated, it can only be used to determine the location of the ancient tomb once or twice at most. , and the images produced by the candle mirror performance are mostly ancient hexagrams. I am not very sure that I can understand the deduced hexagrams, so I always refuse to use them easily. Now I am at the end of my rope and have no choice but to turn to ancient tomb robbing. The "asking" formula that has been lost for thousands of years has been put into practice.

After deciding on the plan, we were about to find a place to stay on the cliff, but we found that the sky was suddenly filled with black clouds, and golden swifts kept passing by in front of us. Shirley Yang said: "Oh no! , the golden swallows are returning to their nests..."

Tens of thousands of golden swifts had eaten enough of the grass ghosts, and then they returned to their caves with the wind, and crashed into the deep stream in a black mass. It was like a heavy rain in the sky, and swifts kept bumping into us. Everyone screamed and hurriedly Dodge the swallows on the wooden beams.

The golden swifts did not intend to hit anyone, but there were just too many of them. They crowded together on the narrow cliff, leaving almost no room for maneuver. We covered our heads and faces and retreated to the edge of the black giant beam in order to avoid the dense swarm of golden swifts. Realizing that they had made a mistake in their busy schedule, the five people stepped on one end of the inclined wooden beam at the same time. Although the black beam stuck in the deep valley could bear the load and did not break immediately, the rocks on the cliff had become loose.

There was a sudden "click", the wall collapsed and the rock collapsed, and the huge beam rolled and fell into the deep stream. In this situation, an ape might be able to jump up and down, but a human being with a mortal body can only resign himself to his fate. In addition to being able to just hold him, Apart from the wooden beam, the whole body is driven by the strong inertia of the falling giant tree. Where can I make the decision by myself?

We hugged the beam tightly with our eyes closed, the wind roared in our ears, and our muscles and bones were almost broken due to the jolt. The wooden beams, which were thick and thin, rolled over and collapsed into the deep valley. When they encountered the narrow cliffs on both sides, they were crushed. It was so frustrated that it stopped, but when the weight of the person fell, the end of the beam was shattered, and all the remaining tiles and broken citrons on it were shaken off. The giant beam was like a black wooden pulley, roaring through the chaotic clouds and white fog. , bumping around and falling into the depths of the canyon.

I don’t know how deep the black beam fell, and my mind seemed to be lost. I don’t know where the wooden beam stopped. I just felt that I was stuck in the narrow cliff again in the end. The wooden beams were strong, and the canyon was too narrow. The roaring falling beams squeezed the airflow and slowed down the speed. They did not fall directly to the bottom of the valley, nor did they knock people out of the wooden beams.

My eyesight turned black at this time, leaving only the Venus spinning around. After a long time, I gradually regained my consciousness. I touched my arms and legs and other important things, but they were still there. I secretly thought that I was lucky. Fortunately, the golden nanmu is hard and dense, and ordinary wood The beam had long been smashed into pieces.

I shook my head vigorously to refocus my vision, and looked around. I saw Shirley Yang and Yao Meier, who were not in serious trouble because of their light bodies. Their flashlights had been lost and they were holding up their hands. Illuminated only by cold fireworks with thick red smoke, I was busy bandaging the head of Sun Jiuye, whose face was covered with blood. The fat man lay on the wooden beam with his mouth wide open and gasped. When he saw me waking up, he said: "Commander Hu, continuous tachycardia... is not good for your health. It is simply fatal."

I grinned at him reluctantly, and then I realized that my mouth was full of blood foam. I almost bit off my tongue when it fell off. I spit out the blood in my mouth and asked Shirley Yang: "Master Sun Jiu is still here?" Are you alive?"

Before Shirley Yang could answer, Professor Sun opened his eyes and said, "How can you die here after failing? If I don't find the Dragon Bone Diagram in the ancient tomb in Dixian Village, I will die in peace. I have killed a professor in these years." I had an empty title, I was looked down upon and ostracized everywhere, but I couldn't get enough energy, so I had to suffer day after day. Now I finally look forward to the opportunity to reach the sky, even if I die... I have to wait until I become an academic authority. Only then are you willing to die."

I said, "Master Jiu, you didn't break your head, did you? Why do you keep living longer and keep saying useless things? Ordinarily you can be considered an old intellectual after all. Haven't you been promoted and reused in recent years? Why bother? Are those false accusations so persistent?"

Professor Sun said angrily: "Hu Bayi, you young people, of course you don't understand my pursuit. As long as you become an authority figure, some people will say that your farts are delicious, and your nonsense will be regarded as the truth by others. Otherwise, others will take it lightly." , I am always ignored and looked down upon by others. I have been born in the same life, and most of them have the same qualifications. I have never lagged behind at work. Why should I let those guys who are not as good as me all my life tell me what to do? ?”

After hearing what Professor Sun said, the fat man sarcastically said to him: "I think it's really smart that the organization didn't promote you, but you are so aware now that you haven't even become a leader yet and you are looking forward to farting in the leadership position all day long. And nonsense, if you really become a leader, why don’t you lead everyone into the gutter?”

Professor Sun argued: "What I said just now are all angry words. I just don't accept it. Why can't I be an authority and a leader? They even plan to let me retire... I am not old and frail now, I still have You can use the remaining heat!"

Shirley Yang advised us not to say a few words. Professor Sun's head was hit by a wooden beam. He finally stopped the bleeding, but the wound was about to burst again when he was excited.

At this time, I also felt the pain in the wound on my shoulder go to the bones. I took out another spare "wolf eye" from my carry-on bag and took a look at my shoulder. It turned out that the place where the locust had penetrated my flesh and bit it was still there. When the bleeding continued, I pulled a piece of gauze and bit it in my mouth. I opened my clothes and looked at the wound. I guess the head of the grasshopper was still in the wound, so I had to ask Shirley Yang to use Emei thorns to help me dig it out as soon as possible. After disinfection, bandage it.

Shirley Yang hurriedly treated Professor Sun's wound, then burned the stainless steel Emei thorn on a lighter, and asked Yaomei'er to hold up a flashlight for illumination. She asked me, "I'm going to do it, can you bear it?" ?”

I gritted my teeth and said, "It's not a big deal, as long as you don't be soft-hearted. Remember when I..." I wanted to explain a few more words, but before I finished speaking, Shirley Yang had already pinched the wound on my shoulder and stabbed it with Emei. The slender tip of the knife picked out Mao Xian's head, and her move was extremely fast and accurate. Before I could react and cry out in pain, this "surgical operation" was already over.

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