Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

"Speaking... We do this, it is against the heavens." Ye Shaoyang laughed and laughed, coughing and tears.

"It is against the violation of the violation, and I am happy!"

Do what you want to do, just be happy.

Because of lack of oxygen, the two men gasped together and coughed up. They said: "You killed me first... I... I don't want to be killed alive."

"I can't go... I will commit suicide first."

Ye Shaoyang touched the Maoshan dying nails and pointed at his own heart. It was really this moment, but the heart was inevitably giving birth to a trace of sadness.

In the past 20 years, Taoism has been practiced, and once it has been destroyed by the flesh, it is no longer possible to display human magic. It is no longer a heavenly master. It is just an ordinary soul. In the Middle East, the Master and the ghosts chase the Middle East to hide Tibet.

I am... I am willing to do it?

Reluctant, what?

Ye Shaoyang held the nails, but he could not go down.

Yan Lengyu grabbed the nail and shook his head: "I don't want to see you die, I... come first..."

"I will die anyway, let me first..."

A bang, in the temple, is a huge stone beam falling, larger than the previous stone beam, should be the main beam of the load-bearing dome.

However, all of this has no meaning for two people. Just turning around and taking a look, I will not take care of it and continue to commit suicide.

"Shaoyang, Shaoyang, Lengyu, Hey, are you below?"

The familiar voice of Sibao came from the cracks caused by the falling of the stone beam.

The two men trembled and looked up, only to see a group of smoke being drilled from the crack.

The two excitedly looked at each other and the smog came up. This shows that...

"I am here! Keke!" Ye Shaoyang stood up, yelling excitedly, but coughed up sharply.

The three figures floated down, Chen Lu, Xue Qi and Gua Gu.

These three are ghosts, not afraid of the human fire, searching in the temple, finding two people, are a glimpse.

"Boss, you are fine, great!" Guagua jumped excitedly.

"Less nonsense, save us!"

The three ghosts immediately showed a distressed look. Although they could come down, because of the ghosts, many things could not be done, and there was nothing to do with the fire.

"The boss waits, let me tell them!"

Guagua immediately flew back to the crack.

Chen Lu and Xue Qi stayed and watched the situation faced by Ye Shaoyang. They were anxious, but there was no way.

After waiting for a while, I only heard a bang, a stream of water poured from the crack, extinguished the nearby dragon fire oil, and stirred up a white steam on the hot dome. Then a rope was put down.

Ye Shaoyang’s eyes brightened, and he couldn’t help but say, put the cold jade on his shoulders, crossed the jade, stepped through a pile of flames, grabbed the rope, and climbed hard.

Before I spurned it for a week, my strength has recovered a lot. Although I have a person on my shoulder, it has no effect.

In the process of climbing up, Ye Shaoyang’s mind came up with a thought of regret: if you don’t stay in the temple, you don’t go to the temple to collect treasures, and if you leave on the spot, there is nothing left. It’s greedy to kill people...

In the process of climbing up the rope, you can feel the temperature brought by the domes on both sides.

Although it was cooled by water, it was still hot like a stove.

What is even more frightening is that because the smoke is rushing down the crack, it is impossible to breathe.

Ye Shaoyang used up in one breath, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly his brain was almost blank, and the hand holding the rope was almost unable to loosen.

Fortunately, the rope was lifted from above, and in less than ten seconds, the eyes suddenly opened.

Ye Shaoyang opened his eyes and saw that the four treasures and the pony were pulling the rope.

After climbing a few steps forward, avoiding the center of the smoke, Ye Shaoyang took a strong breath and put down the cold jade, looking at her face, and the cold jade eyes closed, unable to cough.

“Hey!” Ye Shaoyang laughed. “It’s time to take a photo of you and keep your coal miner’s look. The cool and beautiful people are so embarrassed.”

Leng Yuyu gave him a look. "It seems like you are better than me."

The two just returned from the ghost gate and turned back in a good mood.

Ye Shaoyang also wants to tease a few words, and the voice of Chen Lu came from under the crack: "Little uncle, you have something falling on the ground, it seems to be a musical instrument, a scroll, I can't get it!"

Ye Shaoyang sneaked out and hurriedly touched out a few treasures in his pocket. "Bad, what is Dharma!"

Immediately rushed back to the crack side, taking a deep breath in the place where there is no smoke, it is going to go down.

He took a cold jade and pulled him. "Forget it, the following is too dangerous! Don't stop!"

"That's baby, the ghost girl said, I believe her!"

Look at the pony and the four treasures who are stunned and do not know what the situation is. Explain to them that they have more time. The scrolls are bamboo slips. If they are burned, they will be in trouble.

Ye Shaoyang did not dare to delay, and climbed down the rope.

Closed his eyes through the thick smoke, jumped into the tomb, and saw Chen Lu standing next to the jade, his finger to the side of the jade.

Ye Shaoyang shook his head and endured the pain of being grilled. He flew past and looked at the ground. Fortunately, the bamboo slip did not fall into the fire, but it was splashed with a little dragon oil, and a candle-sized flame was burning.

Hurry up and put it down, don't look over, and rush back.

Just grabbed the rope in his hand and suddenly heard Chen Lu’s exclamation in his ear: "Be careful!"

Looking up, a rock on the edge of the crack is falling, and the instinctive sideways hide.

"Boom", the rock smashed on his shoulder, and his eyes were black and unconscious...

Wake up in faint.

Feeling the light, Ye Shaoyang slowly opened his eyes and slowly looked at everything around him.

White room with light coming in through the window.

The gaze turned to himself and found himself lying on a bed of iron shelves, covered with a thin quilt and printed with a red cross pattern.

This is... hospital? I am not dead?

Ye Shaoyang tried to sit up and there was a sharp pain in his shoulder.

"Hey!" Turned his head and looked at it. He had a thick bandage on his left shoulder. Only then did he remember his own injury, and he was afraid that the injury had passed out.

"Shaoyang brother, you wake up!"

Familiar sound.

Zhou Jingru quickly came to the bed and helped him to lie down.

"You have a shoulder injury, don't move it first."

Ye Shaoyang saw Zhou Jingru's familiar face and felt very smiling.

"Laughter, you almost didn't die!" Zhou Jingru glanced at her, his eyes suddenly red, picked up a paper towel from the bedside table, squatting on his eyes, complaining in his mouth:

"You are always not worrying!"

"Is this not good?" Ye Shaoyang raised his right hand and patted her shoulder with an apology.