Just a few seconds later, a disciple of the No Ghost Sect could no longer bear the mental pressure, and suddenly ran forward with a scream!

The crowd, which had barely managed to composure, lost control in an instant, and everyone ran desperately into the distance like crazy. Lao Diao, who was the last to start, after running two steps, reached out and grabbed Fan Chongyi, and carried him on his back before rushing forward again.

Although Lao Diao was carrying a person on his back, he always felt that in the shadow of the pressing behind him, there was a faint hand reaching behind his back again and again, wanting to drag himself into the endless darkness, Lao Diao at that time couldn't care about anything, only knew that he had to move forward and leave everyone behind, only in this way could he live.

However, Fan Chongyi on Lao Diao's back kept tightening the arm on his neck, just a moment of work, Lao Diao felt that his chest was stuffy for a while, he wanted to grab Fan Chongyi's arm, but he didn't dare to let his pace slow down a little, at this time, as long as he took a step slower, it would be completely wiped out by the "past".

"Let go!" Lao Diao really couldn't help it, and when he roared, his legs sank to the ground suddenly, and he jumped into the air with the force under his feet, stepped on the head of the person in front of him, and flew into the distance after two steps, and when he wanted to fall, he found that he had jumped out of the range of the bluestone avenue - he jumped off a cliff, and he couldn't see anything else except the black abyss under his feet.

If Lao Diao was given another chance, he would definitely not jump with all his strength, but now the force he sent out was already overwhelming, and it was too late to turn around in the air, although Lao Diao's last action was turning, but he only twisted his head, and the person had already fallen into the endless abyss.

Lao Diao clearly remembered that when his body was rolling in the air, he saw that all the disappeared people were standing on the edge of the cliff, one by one, with their hands copied, their bodies straight, their faces half raised in the air, but their eyes were looking at them indifferently, their eyes were like looking at two prey that had fallen into a trap, proud and cold.

Lao Diao just made eye contact with them and lost consciousness, and when he woke up again, he was already lying in the spacious underground palace. If it weren't for the fact that there was a puddle in the dungeon, he might have been crushed.

Fan Chongyi, who woke up one step ahead of Lao Diao, was carefully studying the murals on the wall with a flashlight, as if he didn't know that he was in deep danger, Lao Diao came to Fan Chongyi's side: "Dr. Fan, what are you looking at?"

Fan Chongyi said without replying: "This is some kind of text, there must be something remarkable recorded in it." ”

When Lao Diao looked at the mural, he gasped again in fright - all the paintings on the mural were dancing fairies in the sky, but each of their heads was lifted down with their necks together, leaving only a headless body, which looked like a group of dancing ghosts no matter how it looked.

Lao Diao himself didn't know why he suddenly stared at one of the headless fairies, and he couldn't take his eyes off.

Lao Diao wanted to struggle, but the mural on the wall seemed to be out of the wall in an instant, pushed it flat on his body, and suddenly hit the other party's chest, and the neck that lost his head was just stuck under Lao Diao's throat.

Lao Diao was so frightened that he took two steps back before he could settle down, stretched out his hand and touched his body for a while, until he found that there was nothing abnormal, and then he looked at the wall again, but the headless fairy on the wall was gone, leaving only a bare wall.

"Where is the painting?" Lao Diao turned his head to Fan Chongyi and shouted, "Did you see the painting just now?"

"What painting?" Fan Chongyi was talking to Lao Diao, but he lowered his head and quickly remembered something, and he didn't look at Lao Diao at all.

Lao Diao suddenly became anxious, grabbed Fan Chongyi's shoulders and forcibly turned the person around: "It's ...... on the wall over there."

Lao Diao was only halfway through his words, and he saw a headless Fan Chongyi.

Fan Chongyi's voice came from his empty neck: "You wait for a while, and I finish memorizing this......"

Lao Diao didn't hear what Fan Chongyi said at all, his eyes subconsciously swept to the notebook in Fan Chongyi's hand, there was only a piece of bright red handwriting on it, Lao Diao didn't see what was written on the notebook, and the person fainted in front of him.

When Lao Diao woke up again, he had returned to the grotto where he had first entered the robbery cave, at this time most of the grotto had collapsed, and the ground was full of falling rubble, and the original robbery cave was gone.

Before Lao Diao could figure out what was going on, he was rescued by the archaeological team members who came from outside. The archaeological team members told him that there was a slight earthquake just now, and he and Fan Chongyi were both knocked unconscious in the cave by stones.

Lao Diao wanted to ask something at that time, but his eyes swept to a figure standing at the door - that was Fan Chongyi's assistant who had brought him into the cave at that time.

The man glanced at Lao Diao from a distance, and suddenly disappeared from his sight. When Lao Diao wanted to find someone again, the leader of the archaeological team had already walked in.

Lao Diao suppressed the fear in his heart and said, "How is Dr. Fan and his assistant? Are they all right?"

The man replied, "Dr. Fan was hit in the head with a stone just like you, and he is still unconscious. The doctor said the situation was not optimistic. His assistant Xiao Zhao, the one who came to report to us, was only slightly injured, and now he is taking care of Dr. Fan, you can recuperate from your injuries with peace of mind, and the work of the team is ......."

Lao Diao didn't listen to what the other party was saying at all, and his head was buzzing.

He saw with his own eyes that Fan Chongyi had no head, and he also saw with his own eyes that Xiao Zhao and the few disciples of the No Ghost Sect he had found all fell into the darkness and disappeared out of thin air, how did they come back.

The more Lao Diao thought about it, the more chaotic he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't sleep, and when he finally felt a little sleepy, he suddenly felt that there was an extra person next to the bed. Lao Diao instinctively put his hand under the pillow, but his heart was half cold.

People in the rivers and lakes are vigilant even when they are sleeping, they either hide daggers or short guns under their pillows, and the first thing they do when they encounter something unexpected must reach out and touch under the pillow.

Lao Diao didn't touch the dagger but opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Xiao Zhao standing beside the bed, the other party was like being on the edge of the abyss, putting his hands in front of him, looking at Lao Diao with expressionless eyes, his eyes were the same as being indifferent and ruthless with pride.

"Ahh

Lao Diao turned over and jumped up from the bed, picked up the stool next to the bed and smashed it against the window, and as soon as the wooden stool in his hand flew out, the person chased after the stool and rushed to the window.

The wooden bench broke out of the window, and Lao Diao also jumped out of the window behind the stool, falling to the ground with the flying glass.

When he looked back, Xiao Zhao appeared at the window again, still maintaining his original posture, looking at Lao Diao condescendingly.

After Lao Diao only glanced at it, he escaped from the hospital and never returned to the archaeological team.

Lao Diao stopped at this point in one breath, and asked me for a cigarette: "After that, I haven't seen Fan Chongyi again, and I don't know how he is." I didn't know until I met him in prison that he wasn't dead. ”

I asked in a deep voice, "Is the grotto after you came out of the underground palace the place you entered in the first place?"

"No!" Lao Diao took a hard puff of cigarette and said, "Although I only glanced at the wall, I dare to conclude that it was not the grotto where we entered and exited the underground palace at that time. The hole in the wall is not a thief's hole. After we came out, we were moved somewhere else. I've been in the Ghostless Sect for so many years, and I still have this bit of eyesight. ”

I thought for a moment and said, "Then did you go back later?"

"I've gone back!" Lao Diao said: "I don't dare not go back, because I have this on me!"

Lao Diao violently ripped open his clothes, revealing the headless Celestial Maiden tattooed on his chest, whose neck was stuck just under his throat.

I looked at Lao Diao's tattoo in awe. The headless goddess of the Dunhuang painting style almost covered half of Lao Diao's body, even with the current tattoo technology, it is impossible to achieve it in one hand. Even if the tattoo sufferer can tolerate the severe pain of steel ZC entering the skin, it will take several hours to get this headless goddess tattooed on the body.

Thirty years back, there is no such tattoo technology in China, tattoo craftsmen are very rare, can only use a thin needle to slowly tattoo the picture on the person's body, but also need to take into account the problem of hemostasis and anti-inflammatory, only from the time, it is difficult to explain this sudden tattoo.

I reached out and touched Lao Diao's body a few times: "How long have you been unconscious in the secret cave?"

"I don't know!" Lao Diao shook his head and said, "But it will definitely not be more than four hours." The archaeological team is very strict, and if we don't show up within seven or eight hours, even if no one reports it, the archaeological team will come out to find someone. ”

I nodded, "How did you get out of the hospital?"

Lao Diao took a hard puff of cigarette and said, "When I came out of the hospital, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that something was wrong." If I had been given a little more time, I might have figured out the key inside, but the dead people came to the door one by one in the morning. ”

After Lao Diao ran out of the hospital, he didn't know where he should run. He couldn't tell if he was running over to the house out of instinct or for some other reason, but as soon as he entered the gate, he saw a disciple of the Ghostless Sect standing in his courtyard.

The man, standing under the lamp in front of the door, half of his body was immersed in the dim light, and half of his body was hidden in the shadow of the door, and the light and shadow were just from the center of his eyebrows, dividing the person into two sides.