"So what are you going to do? I'm not happy to smash the road, standing here and talking non-stop, don't you know how to pass if you talk about it? Wealth is in sight and cannot be obtained,* and anger have filled Montaigne's brain, and even his tone is no longer cowardly as before: "Everyone is afraid of death, right, if they are afraid of death, they all go away, but Lao Tzu will knock a piece down to see if he really touches it!" If it's okay, you go over, and all the jade in front of you is mine! What do you think? ”

"Okay, as long as you can break the mechanism, it's all up to you."

"You are all people with heads and faces on this road, and your words count!"

After saying that, Montaigne picked up a Luoyang shovel and walked towards the edge of the jade. Lan Zui looked at Yu Chen, this time the two of them tacitly did not stop it, but gave the surrounding people a look and retreated into the golden forest, and there was a loud sound and turned around and ran away.

It's not that Montaigne is right, but there's really no way. Montaigne was right, they couldn't afford to delay here, and there had to be a decision between life and death. Since there is a person who is not afraid of death who takes the initiative to go to the mines, there is really no need for them to stop it.

Montaigne only has those beautiful jades in his eyes at the moment, where will he pay attention to others. He is not afraid, but he can't let go of the huge wealth at his fingertips, so it is very difficult to take one step at a time and stop three times, looking left and right. But it's only five or six paces away, and no matter how slow it is, it will always arrive. Montaigne stood stunned on the edge of the junction between the tree roots and the jade, raised the Luoyang shovel in his hand, took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, and was about to smash it down.

"Fruit, knock!" (Brother, wait a minute!) ）

Just as everyone was holding their breath and waiting for the result, Montaigne's move was stopped by a crisp voice.

No one understood what this meant, but Montaigne did. What stopped him was that he had listened to his hometown dialect for more than ten years, and the speaker didn't have to think about it.

"Ga Nong, don't want to stop it!" (Why, you want to stop me too!) ）

Montaigne turned his head and glared at Meng Zheng with an angry expression, but in fact, he was relieved in his heart, and he took advantage of the situation to put down the Luoyang shovel. There were beads of water running down his forehead, and Montaigne reached out to wipe them, only to find that his forehead was full of beads of sweat the size of beans at some point, and his heart was pounding, almost like it was about to fly out of his mouth.

"Mo." Meng Zheng shook his head, lowered his head and hesitated for a long time as if he was thinking about something, and after a while he continued: "Don't rely on it, you can plant the road." (Don't knock, I probably know the way to the past.) ）

Montaigne was stunned for a moment, opened his eyes and looked at Meng Zheng carefully, but Meng Zheng's expression was very serious, and he didn't even look at him with the smile that usually didn't leave the corner of his mouth, and he didn't look at him, his round eyes looked at the empty darkness in the middle of the jade lake, his face was expressionless, and taught Montaigne to suddenly can't see through what this simple cousin he brought out was thinking.

“…… Zunge? (Really?) ）

Montaigne was suspicious, the old man surnamed Chen insisted on bringing Meng Zheng to rob the tomb as soon as he saw the book that Meng Zheng had left for her parents. In that case, it's better to let her try, anyway, she won't suffer!

Thinking of this, Montaigne's face suddenly softened, and Luoyang shovel was also thrown at his feet: "Good Ge, Nong Laisuo." (Okay, here you go.) ）

The conversation between Montaigne and Meng Zheng was not understood by the others at all, so they could only listen to the thunder and fog and look back and forth between the two of them. Seeing that Meng Zheng said a few words, Montaigne actually lost the Luoyang shovel, Lan Zui was a little puzzled and a little annoyed, and before he could ask, he saw Meng Zheng walk out of the woods, cross Montaigne, and step on the jade.

Meng Zheng's military boots stepped on the jade, making a crisp bang, which was very beautiful. But the sound fell on Lan Zui's ears, but it was tantamount to a life talisman, and a cold sweat came out. Meng Zheng's performance was too unexpected for everyone, no one expected it, let alone stop it. By the time Meng Zheng stepped on the jade, it was already too late.

"Mengzheng, you don't want to die! Come back! Although Bai Suhe hates this stupid little girl, it is impossible to really sit back and watch her die. How dangerous this jade is, even if she didn't know it at first, but she went back and forth on the edge of life and death a few times along the way, plus she listened to Lan drunk and they talked for a long time, and she also knew it in her heart. Seeing Meng Zheng take the initiative to step on the jade, Bai Suhe was angry and anxious, I really didn't know what was growing on Meng Zheng's neck, and she even took the initiative to pounce on what Lan Zui Yuchen didn't dare to touch, it was really boring!

Bai Suhe ran out to pull people back, but she couldn't walk steadily, let alone run, and was pulled by Lan Zui from behind as soon as she took two steps. Lan Zui also looked at Meng Zheng, but his face was very strange. Grabbed Bai Suhe because now Meng Zheng has gone to the middle, and it is too late to go over, if the mechanism is touched, Bai Suhe will be sent to death in vain. On the other hand, Lan Zui always felt that something was not quite right after Meng Zheng entered this Lan Fei Mausoleum, and the gods were chattering, especially the appearance just now, it was like a different person.

Could it be demon-possessed?

Lan Zui secretly guessed, but felt that it was unlikely. With Jun Yihuang and Bai Suhe there, it is impossible for Meng Zheng to recruit them, and neither of them will notice it. Along the way, they didn't find any human and animal burials, if there is a ghost here, the biggest possibility is the tomb owner Helan Fu, but how could Helan Fu take the initiative to take them through the jade lake in front of Guò to steal his own tomb?

Lan Zui was flurry with thoughts, and no one stopped him over there, and he had already taken more than ten steps forward. The circle around the jade seems to have the same structure, and the sound is the same when you step on it. It's just that when Meng Zheng continued to take a step forward, the originally smooth and consistent voice suddenly rose up, emitting a completely different rhythm.

Meng Zheng was stunned, retracted his feet and lowered his head to think, took another step, and then no longer moved forward, but moved sideways in small steps.

The sound is slightly different with each step, and the difference is faint but audible. Everyone's hearts raised their throats and eyes, watching Meng Zheng walk freely on the jade with his head down. After walking straight for more than ten steps, Meng Zheng suddenly stood still, stretched out his foot and stepped on the jade again, and the jade immediately responded with a crisp echo.

Meng Zheng suddenly raised his head, looked at the darkness in front of him, and stepped on it without hesitation.

The melodious and coherent sound is continuously emitted with the stamping of the zither on the jade, intertwined into a pleasant vocal music that echoes in the darkness. Meng Zheng kept moving on the jade, and the diffuse flashlight light could only illuminate a figure, and Lan Zui vaguely saw a trance shadow swirling above the jade. Twisting the body, dancing sleeves, probing the waist, kicking the feet, every movement is just right, Meng Zheng's gray face is covered by the darkness, and only the slender body can be seen weak and boneless, dancing on the jade. Meng Zheng's gestures and dancing posture are slightly jerky, but it does not reduce its charm at all, the night is faint, and the beauty is even more desolate and lonely, just like a peerless beauty who has been lonely for a long time, can only pass the long night alone time with dancing, squandering the spring light that has passed away like water.

Soaring, like a dragon, Ling Bo is reincarnated, and the gods are rich.

Peerless beauty, but that's it!.

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