It was a taboo to panic in battle and disturb the morale of the army, but at this time, no one reprimanded Juefa, even Bai Yan was gloomy and did not say a word.

In just a few minutes, almost all of the detectives were attracted by the sound of gunfire and gathered in the inn, some of them saw the situation, and some of them received the news from their companions.

Dozens of people fell silent for a while, and no one dared to speak.

He sat on the ground as if he was stupid and said over and over again: "It's over! It's over! Destiny! We're all trapped in Destiny! We're all dead!"

Bai Yan said in a deep voice: "Brother Wang, what do you say?"

Just now, Bai Yan and I gambled and shot, in fact, we were testing whether our fate had fallen into the hands of others.

The elders often say, "He who deserves to die in the well will not die in the river." This sentence is the same as the "life is sometimes, death has a land." "It's the same thing. It means that people's life and death are predestined by God, the time is not enough, the place is wrong, and you can't die if you want to.

I couldn't turn the blade three times just now, and I suspected that I was in some kind of fateful situation. Bai Yan had the same idea as me at the time, so we took the plunge.

"I don't believe it!" I shook my head solemnly.

Bai Yan said in a low voice: "Our weapons are fine, and there is no ambiguity in our shots, what else can stop us except for the number of lives." ”

I looked at Bai Yan and said, "Do you dare to bet on whether your subordinates can withstand the psychological pressure and not collapse completely?"

Bai Yan said with a solemn face: "How do you want to bet?"

I said in a deep voice: "Since Tianshakou determines life and death by the number of lives, then let's bet on the number of lives." The notes that Seinfeld left before his death recorded the results of his calculations, and we went to change the results in advance. Force out the gods and demons who control the number of lives. ”

My voice sank again: "This process will definitely kill people, and many people will die, and maybe, even you and I will have to die in the West." ”

"If you can hold the game, we might still be able to beat each other. If your people collapse because they can't bear the pressure, then let's tidy up and dress up and die decently!"

Bai Yan stretched out his hand and threw the notes into my hand: "I believe in you, do it!"

I flipped through the first few pages, and the things on them were exactly the same as what happened last night, even more detailed than Bai Yan's description. By the time I flipped back, Seinfel's account was much more concise. By the last few pages of the note, there were only some strange symbols left, that is, the "Wordless Book of Heaven" that Bai Yan said?

Since primitive societies, divination has been revered as the most mysterious thing. People may not care about the past, but they will definitely care about the future. All kinds of divination secrets emerge one after another, and all kinds of legends are divine.

These legends have cast a heavy veil on the already mysterious "fate", and "Wordless Book from Heaven" is the most mysterious layer of them.

Legend has it that "The Book of Heaven" is a secret record of the talented people who studied the art of divination in the past dynasties, and passed it on to future generations.

Good at divining the power of the future, after peeking into the heavens, want to pass on to future generations, and worry that the leakage of the heavenly machine will be punished by heaven, or the evil people will have to trouble the world, so without words but with drawing, or symbols, left the "wordless book of heaven" this kind of strange calligraphy and painting scroll for future generations to understand.

The Guigu lineage is the origin of "Wordless Book of Heaven".

According to legend, after Guiguzi's master ascended to immortality, he once left a bamboo slip, on which only the word "Book of Heaven" was written, but not a word was written in the bamboo slip. Guiguzi couldn't sleep at night, and when he re-read the "Book of Heaven" in front of the candlelight, the bamboo slips appeared under the firelight, and Guiguzi suddenly realized: What the teacher left behind was a golden book.

It is said that Guiguzi himself also left a "Wordless Book of Heaven", but no one knows the content of the Book of Heaven.

Since then, all the powers who are proficient in divination and secret art have used the "wordless heavenly book" for future generations to understand.

Before Song Feihang died, he must have discovered something important, so he wrote a few "wordless heavenly books".

Bai Yan saw that I was holding the notes and didn't move, and couldn't help asking, "Brother Wang, can you also understand the 'Wordless Heavenly Book'?"

"I don't understand!" I gently closed the note and said, "The note is kept by you, we should go and find the secret realm of gods and demons under the heavenly sand." According to the first page of the note, someone will die in a house in the northwest corner of the town in two quarters of an hour, let's go and see. ”

"Everyone, let's go to the northwest corner together. Bai Yan gave an order, and all the detectives concentrated on the corner of the town, surrounded the three private houses there, and cautiously began to search inside.

In less than a moment, someone replied: "No abnormalities found!"

Bai Yan turned his head to look at me and said, "Brother Wang, what do you say?"

I said in a deep voice: "You have less than half an hour, and if you can't find a clue, someone will die here, and I can't guarantee who that person is." If you don't want to die, look for it. ”

The detective who came back to report looked at me with a pale face, and then looked at Bai Yan, who seemed to have heard nothing, and the detective could only turn around and return to the private house.

"Report to the Commander, I didn't find it. ”

"Report to the Commander, Normalize Together"

“……”

As the news came again and again, the voice of the detective in charge of the order gradually became hoarse.

Bai Yan's answer was only two words: "Look for it again." ”

The voice of the probe who gave the order couldn't help but cry: "Commander, there really is nothing! ”

Bai Yan also frowned: "Brother Wang, look ......"

I raised my hand and looked at my watch: "There are ten minutes left, and if it doesn't work, let's tear down the house!"

"Do it, demolish the house!" A detective grabbed the sapper shovel and slashed at the wall of the house as if he was angry, and after the blade shovel instantly sank into the wall a few inches, the shovel exploded with a sound like cutting metal.

The detective immediately reacted, pulled out the sapper shovel and dug into the wall several times in a row, about three inches deep into the wall, and finally revealed a square iron plate.

Bai Yan and I glanced at each other, and the latter walked quickly to the wall, his hands were like knives, and he cut into the wall with his palms, grabbed both sides of the iron plate and exerted force at the same time, and pulled out the iron plate stiffly.

Bai Yan's footsteps were not yet steady, the house seemed to have been suddenly sucked off the beams, the entire roof slapped into the house, when the billowing dust and smoke surged away from the doors and windows, the wall also shot out at the same time, and when the yellow sand rolled up by the wall flew away in all directions, everyone instinctively retreated, but I heard the sound of a sharp weapon breaking the wind, whistling out from between the sand and soil.

"Get out of the way!" I didn't even think about slashing in the direction where the wind was coming from, and the cold light from the sky broke through the yellow sand, slashing a half-moon-shaped metal in the air.

Sickle?

I just saw what I had slashed into, and the head of the knife that was broken by me was like a hidden weapon issued by a martial arts master, whistling away in different directions.

Bai Yan staggered, reached out and grabbed one of the scythes.

After the blade, which was only a few inches long, with a metallic grinding sound in his hand, it actually dragged Bai Yan's body up and slid several meters away, I saw Bai Yan's feet dragged between two scratches on the ground, and the opponent's arm was uncontrollably upside down in the air, and he was thrown behind him suddenly.

If you didn't look at Bai Yan's arms, just look at his palms, Bai Yan's movements at that time were like grasping a sickle, and his backhand stabbed at the throat of the person behind him.

"Be careful—" Ren Tianqing exclaimed, Bai Yan's arm exerted force again, and he pushed his hand back a little, flashing the scythe with black light, and stopped an inch away from the throat of the probe's hand.

It was only then that I could see that Bai Yan didn't know when he had a pair of gold-wire gloves on his hands, and if he didn't have that glove, Bai Yan wouldn't dare to hold the sickle.

The probe standing behind him rolled his eyes to look at the scythe that had almost killed him, and sat on the ground with his legs limp, his head sweating like pulp.

Bai Yan stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder twice: "It's okay!"

But I shouted, "Where is the other half of the scythe?"

All the detectives turned around together, only to find that the other half of the scythe that had been shattered by me was stuck in the far wall, trembling slightly.

"It's finally okay! Close!" Bai Yan let out a long breath and looked at the iron plate that he had been carrying in his hand. Bai Yan only glanced at it, his face changed suddenly, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the probe hand sitting on the ground: "How are you?"

As soon as the man opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his newly raised head suddenly drooped, and scarlet blood trickled from his mouth, and in a few moments, the sand was stained red.

Someone tentatively touched him under his nose before he whispered, "He's dead!"

Only then did Bai Yan turn over the iron plate in his hand, and the first thing I saw was a corpse carved on the iron plate.

The man sat on the ground with his legs crossed, his hands hanging limply at his sides, and there seemed to be a pool of blood in the open space between his legs. The man painted on the iron plate, except for the fact that he couldn't see the face, everything else was exactly the same as the detective hand who died on the ground.

I walked quickly to the corpse on the ground, and after gently lowering him down, I dug twice into the soil with a sapper shovel, and soon a wooden plank with iron spikes appeared under the sand, which looked like a simple trap, and the tip of the nail board was still a little red with blood.

I reached out and pulled out a nail and sniffed it twice: "There is no poison on the nail." ”

Ren Tianqing, who came over, said in a low voice: "I have checked, that person was scared to death." The excessive shock caused his original internal injuries, and his internal organs were bleeding extensively, and he died in a short time. ”

I looked up at Bai Yan.