Su Can thought for a while and said, "In addition, his body is also getting worse day by day......

"I know!" Zhao Ji was very excited when he heard this, his heart of gossip was burning, and he jumped up and said: "Because the queen was chosen by himself!" As soon as these words came out, he was immediately tripped by the steps under his feet, and he fell a big fall, his knee hit the edge of the steps, and he quickly closed his eyes and worshiped the heavens and the earth: "Brother! Your Majesty! I was wrong! I shouldn't talk about your affairs!"

Su Can was a few steps ahead of him, and his voice was empty and far away: "His Royal Highness King Duan, you are careful of the steps, we are very close to the exit." He seemed to be holding back a smile as a thin cry came from above.

Su Can turned a deaf ear to the crying. He walked to the top of the steps, in front of him was a dusty door, he twisted the doorknob, with a "squeak", the door opened, the pale light penetrated through the gap, and he couldn't wait to find people's eyes to drill inside, Zhao Ji squinted and said, "It's so bright." ”

"The exit of the tunnel will actually be a door......" Su Can was also puzzled, he opened the door a little more, and half of the tunnel was transparent and bright, which was enough for him to take a look outside at the exploration situation.

Zhao Ji heard Su Can's laughter, laughing and sighing, as if he couldn't help but laugh and be incredible, he heard Su Can ask him: "His Royal Highness King Duan, guess what, where are we now?"

The cries seemed to grow louder and clearer. Zhao Ji prayed silently in his heart for a moment before he spoke: "If you want me to guess...... As long as it's not a graveyard, it doesn't matter anywhere. ”

Su Can applauded and laughed: "What a clever calculation! This is a cemetery." ”

Zhao Ji felt that his mood was very low, and he was mostly frightened.

Staying in the tunnels is afraid of the dark, walking outside is a graveyard, and I don't know where to go for a while, but it's always bad to stagnate, at least now it's daytime, better than night. Therefore, under the impact of the faint cry, he followed behind Su Can with a dejected head and heavy steps, pushed the door, looked up tremblingly, and found that Su Can was actually gone, there were only large cemeteries around, and the graves under the upper circle were overlapped, and there were dozens of densely packed feet, so frightened that his legs were weak, and he quickly held the doorknob to support his body, so as not to be really scared and sit on the ground, and finally settled down, and looked back again: the exit of the tunnel is a tomb, and this door is a tombstone,

So Zhao Ji immediately let go of his hand, and the dust on his hands made him feel that he was touching bones and ashes. He felt a slight collapse in his spirit, he looked around and asked weakly tentatively, "Su Can?"

No one answered him, Zhao Ji had to take a casual look, but there was really nothing to see, and the more he looked at it, the more terrifying he felt. He took a step forward, but he didn't notice that there was a step down in front of him, and he rolled down with one foot in the air, slamming his face on the ground and almost bleeding from his nose.

It's miserable, isn't it?

He thought aggrievedly, gritted his teeth and looked back at the mausoleum, and was surprised to find that it was more luxurious than he had imagined: the bluestone lintel, the door engraved with the statues of the Flying Maiden and the samurai, and the white jade steps that he had just fallen. The top of this burial chamber presents a round dome shape, surrounded by various colored brick carvings, the corner pillars and eaves tiles in the living room are not lacking, and the head of the human body is also engraved with the picture of the wonderful sound of the human body and the hands of the human body, and the wings on the back of the bird's belly and claws, and the flowers, birds, insects, fish, pavilions and clouds are engraved with ink lines around it, and the top of the tomb is painted with blue gray as the sky, and the brilliant stars in the Milky Way are depicted with white powder.

Looking around, the grass is overgrown but not cluttered, and you can see the traces of being pruned; there are several stone carvings lined up in the grass, mostly galloping horses, far-sighted, radiant, lifelike tigers and tigers; there are also statues of mahouts, birds, lions and tigers, and guest envoys, all of which are vivid and vivid, and they are neatly spread throughout the cemetery.

Zhao Ji felt frightened, this time not because he was afraid, but shocked: this place, he couldn't be more familiar with it, every Qingming he will come with a large army to worship the ancestors and ancestors - isn't this the royal mausoleum, Yongchang Mausoleum?

He still remembers the story that Father-in-law Song told him when he was a child. A hundred years ago, the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Kuangyin, visited Xijing a few months before his death, passed through Gongxian on the way back, paid homage to the Yong'an Mausoleum, where his parents were buried, and climbed the northwest corner tower of the Anling Mausoleum, and said to the surrounding people: "Life is like a white horse passing through a gap, and there will be an end in the end." Then he took out a ringing arrow, shot it in the northwest direction, buried a stone horse at the place where the arrow fell, and said, "This is the end of me, and I named it 'Yongchang'." This is the origin of the Yongchang Mausoleum.

Probably there was an accident in the palace, the living people were about to die, and there was no one to care about the really dead people, and when it was time to come, there was always not enough manpower, so they searched everywhere and transferred away, but there was not necessarily any substantial progress in the matter, but the workload of the imperial dining room increased.

I don't know which unfortunate relative has been dug up and dug tunnels over the centuries, and this solemn place has become an unspeakable secret place, and the living have disappeared here, perhaps another form of resurrection, whether he wants it or not.

However, if this place is really transformed from a tomb into a tunnel, then where will the original corpses go? On weekdays, there are people guarding this place day and night, and you can't throw people out or hide them somewhere in plain sight, right? During the Qingming Dynasty, people come and go, and there will always be a year when they will be kicked out and the clouds will be cleared.

Zhao Ji walked back again, walked up the steps, and walked to the side of the door. It was very cold, the wind blew through the mausoleum, and in the dead silence, he heard the girl's faint cry again, suddenly high-pitched and fragile, and suddenly low and graceful, and it seemed that it had not stopped, so Zhao Ji thought that maybe Su Can was following this cry. When he has no clue, he finds a breakthrough for change, which is his habit as a guard for many years, and it is his intuition as a predator.

But with Zhao Ji's hearing alone, he still couldn't tell where the cry came from, and correspondingly, he couldn't find any trace of Su Can, which seemed to be a nightmare in the white night, absurd and terrifying.

He lowered his head and closed the door, finally reading the words engraved on it.

- Zhao Shen, the king of praise.

They knew from the beginning that his fourth brother was not dead.

If there is no death, there is no corpse, and the transformation is also naturally tacitly approved.

It turned out that the death of the fourth brother was a well-known lie, a secret that was not a secret.

Zhao Ji's heart was uncomfortable, the weather was cold, his stomach was still hungry, his stomach was burning, it was a false flame that burned colder and colder, making him not only panic but also dizzy for a while, he held on to the door and rested for a while, recovered his mental strength, sighed, and planned to walk around to take a look, anyway, the people lying here are acquaintances, either his uncle or his great-grandfather, at most, he was talked to in the middle of the night, and he will probably lose sleep these nights. There's no hurry, he'll have to lie here sooner or later.

This cry is not simple.

When Su Can heard it for the first time, he had such a firm judgment. Far and near, high and low, left and right, one moment it appeared faintly in the east, and the next moment there was a loud noise from the south. If it weren't for the fact that people were running fast and moving, it could only be said that it was an illusion caused by their own efforts to control the sound, the purpose of which was to paralyze the enemy and deliver a fatal blow when people were not paying attention.

What puzzled him even more was that the owner of this voice should be very young, this was simply a girl's voice, cute, immature, and irrelevant to the sword and sword, how could he cry such a terrible appearance, and become the owner of such a ghostly voice?

Su Can walked through the grass and stone statues, and occasionally toads and salamanders jumped at his feet, the branches swayed, and a few birds flew by. He held his breath and confirmed, confirming the direction of the voice several times. The voice was like that of an assassin striking at the west, luring the guards over and seizing the opportunity to attack the emperor, most of them were like this, so several armed with imperial weapons always acted separately to make sure that no flaws were revealed in either direction. And Su Can felt that "figuring out" was more important than identifying and searching: where the enemy was going to attack from, how would he approach, and if he was going to do this, what kind of move would he use next? and then judge by not moving, and nine times out of ten, he could perfectly see through it.

There are many killers in this world, and there are many masters, but no matter how powerful the master is, he will no longer show his spirit when he was a master, swaggering up to the Jinluan Palace, passing the level until he takes off the emperor's head, that only exists in the legend, after all, the strength of human beings is limited, and the physical strength is not unlimited, they can only look for opportunities, and try their best to assassinate the emperor, and they may not be able to protect themselves, sometimes a move can not succeed, they can only die.

Su Can has never admired their courage, he only thinks that they are noisy and boring, and the strange moves have invisibly increased the pressure of his work, and - a move that gambles with his own life is so vulnerable, it is really ridiculous.

A rabbit ran out from a distance, ran to Su Can, was stunned for a moment, immediately turned around and ran to the side. Su Can didn't pay attention to the toad and the salamander, but he took some slight interest in the rabbit, mainly because of its strange state: it seemed to be injured and limped around, with some blood faintly stained on its legs.

There will be no beasts that are too ferocious in this place. He accompanied the emperor to come. Although the scenery of the royal mausoleum is elegant, if there are wild boars and hyenas or the like, the tomb is arched in the middle of the night, and the corpses are dragged out to eat, and the white bones are exposed in broad daylight, and the ancestors are not angry to come to life? Therefore, in this place, all the small animals can grow up smoothly without natural enemies, and even people do not touch them very much, for fear of being touched by this comfortable bad luck, it is a blessing for the small animals.

Therefore, the wound can only be man-made. Su Can immediately raised his head and ran all the way in the direction where the rabbit came, the sound was extremely weak, this time it was a piece of grass and a leaf that did not move, after all, he had fought against the killers for so many years, and he knew how to hide his whereabouts. Since the other party did not intend to let him find the source of the cry, he naturally retaliated with the same silence.

The royal mausoleum was bigger than he imagined, and the repressive sense of repetition was not inferior to that of the palace. The more he walked, the denser the trees became, stretching out branches to try to block his vision, he stretched out his hand and gently pushed it away, and continued walking, the light dimmed, the temperature became lower and lower, the snow gradually became damp and hard, and the cry became clear, it was also wet and cold, with sobbing, from north to south, from east to west, it seemed that there was no way to hide, and it was getting closer and closer to the target, Su Can sneered in his heart: Pretending to be a ghost is really decent enough, is it really a soul who does not dare to see the light?

Su Can's heart was already full of calculations, no matter whether this person was a man or a woman, or where he was sacred, he had to beat people.

However, life is always full of surprises. Just like Zhao Ji didn't want this to be a cemetery and arrived at the cemetery before, Su Can poked into the bottom of this small jungle and saw a little girl of five or six years old who was crying, delicate and thin and very cute-the anger in his heart died down, as if a fist was smashed on cotton, although he knew that he could not ignore the situation in front of him, but he was still at a loss.

The little girl was crying. The cry that Su Can heard came out of her mouth, there was no doubt about it. But this little girl was really beautiful and lovely, and her crying was very convincing: her face was white and soft, clean and clean, her big black grape-like eyes were sparkling and pitiful, her red mouth was crooked, and her tears like pearls and diamonds were rippling down, as if she could never stop wiping them, and she could not wipe them all. It seemed that she had managed to stop crying, but after only a short moment she began to whimper again, and the occasional sobbing turned into a constant low cry, whining, and she tried to stop the sobbing, but she only trembled and let out a small animal-like wail.

Su Can has been in the dangerous world of adults for too long, and he doesn't know how to coax children, so he just watched the little girl cry, and the whole person was a little stunned. He even excused her in his heart: maybe she was a little girl with a talent for martial arts, and she was abandoned here by her parents? So he asked, "Little sister, why are you crying like this, is someone bullying you?"

The little girl looked up at him, her voice was weak and sweet, and she sobbed and said, "I'm afraid to stay here, there's nothing here, I can't find an exit." She cried and choked, and her words were vague and soft, like a sweet and sticky pastry, which would be deformed when pinched, like her pink little face.

It is indeed difficult to get out of here alone, especially the location of this little girl, Su Can slightly judged, this is probably the most remote location of the mausoleum, and it takes a lot of effort for people who know the road to go out, and a little girl who doesn't know the road is left here, which is really terrifying. So Su Can walked over, squatted down, stopped in front of the little girl, and asked softly, "Little sister, what's your name?"

The little girl raised her head, her gaze level with Su Can. She stopped crying at this moment, looked at Su Can seriously, and said, "Mingxin." My name is Narushin. ”

Those eyes were bright and clear, a sparkling stream, so clear that you could see the pebbles below, stepping on them - no, no. You can't step on it. This is not a stream, it is not shallow, the creek is just its appearance, the pebbles are an illusion, here is a whirlpool, step on it and you will be swept into the bottom of the deep depth, unfathomable, unbreathable, it can kill people in a very short time, it is a water ghost, it is a python, it is the cunning behind the cute face, it is the well-trained I see pity - who said she doesn't know the way? she didn't say anything about the cause and effect, everything was Su Can's own imagination, it was just an excuse to deceive herself!

When she realized this, Su Can suddenly came to her senses and stood up, Mingxin's eyes flashed with emerald green light at this time, and when she stared at him, he was stiff and unable to move, and was firmly restrained by her. How could it be, Su Can felt unbelievable, could it be that this little girl wanted to invade his spirit?

"There's nothing here, big brother. Naruto muttered and repeated, her eyes were like wolves in the middle of the night, the faint green light looked greedy, she took a step forward, frowned slightly, Su Can groaned, her joints creaked, and she fell to her knees suddenly, her eyes full of shock. He exerted himself several times, but these limbs did not seem to belong to his control, and he disobeyed his will and bowed his head, Su Can was shocked and angry.

"Dead people can't see without souls, so there's nothing here, so I can't get in. But big brother, you- have - oh. Naruto said quietly, showing her white teeth, and laughed happily, with a somewhat hideous look, "I saw my brother's world, it was dark and cold, only a shining lamp, hanging there, and there was blood on the ground. Brother, brother, don't hide, let me find out, where are you?"

She entered Su Can's soul, in that dark and bloody bleak world, and saw Su Can, who was still very thin and weak at that time, squatting in the corner shivering, covered in wounds, and corpses piled up behind him.

Naruto said: "Brother, brother, you are born so good-looking, why is your world so boring? Your partners are dead, you think there is no point in living, you are afraid, right? I know, brother, I know everything." She walked over, walked behind Su Can, conjured a huge scythe in both hands, easily held it in her hand, and laughed softly, "Why don't I help you destroy it, just like destroying that big brother with golden eyes......"

She raised her scythe and slashed at Su Can's neck.