The tiny golden beans twisted on Montaigne's thick fingers, looking pitifully small, Montaigne was clearly not satisfied with such a small thing, and his eyes swept around, hoping to find more.

Montaigne was not worried about his situation, and after being dragged back alive by the leopard and seeing the scene of the confrontation between Lan Zui and Yu Chen, Montaigne was simply pleasantly surprised. Even when he saw the rugged gun in Montaigne's hand, Montaigne never doubted the final result between the two - Jun Yihuang's power had been undoubtedly revealed along the way before, and Lan Zui won, for the sake of Meng Zheng's face, what was waiting for him was at most a beating.

Of course, Montaigne didn't know about the grievances between Lan Zui and Meng Zheng, and he didn't know that Jun Yihuang was already at the end of the crossbow, so Montaigne even hoped that the two sides would fight quickly and get a result, so that he could leave this ghost place as much as possible.

But the object that Montaigne relied on, Lan Zui, obviously didn't pay attention to the fight at all, even if she was pointed at by a □□, her eyes kept wandering in the darkness in the distance, and she didn't have the consciousness of being a target at all.

After the dull hum stopped, the primitive silence returned in the distance, but this silence not only did not make Lan Zui feel at ease, but made her tremble invisibly.

When the scalp and exposed skin came into contact with the air in the tomb, they were tingling, and the cold and sticky feeling lingered. After coming down for so long, Lan Zui had long been accustomed to the turbid air in it, and she knew very well that this was not caused by the air in the tomb, but as a human being, she had an instinct for danger.

At the beginning of the silence, Lan Zui felt that something unknown seemed to be hidden in the thick and solid darkness of the distance, and this feeling was worse than any previous time, so bad that her consciousness could not control her body.

This is fear, the fear of death!

"Bai Suhe, when is she going to sleep?!"

Although Bai Suhe stood up, the woman she was holding was still half sitting and kneeling like a boneless body, and she knew that she was still in a coma at a glance.

Lan Zui didn't want to care about Meng Zheng's life or death at this moment, but judging from the current situation of Bai Suhe and Meng Zheng and the mutilated memories in her brain, Bai Suhe was afraid that she would not have left without Meng Zheng, and without Bai Suhe, it would be useless for her to get Jun Yihuang's lost soul.

Bai Suhe didn't know if he really understood what Lan Zui meant, he groaned slightly, stretched out his hand and slapped it again on the back of Meng Zheng's neck, Meng Zheng's body trembled heavily, and intermittent □□ immediately began to sound in his throat.

I don't know if it was an illusion or something else, Lan Zui actually felt that the ever-bright light in the ancient tree tomb behind her dimmed for a moment, and at that dim moment, the darkness in the distance immediately approached mercilessly, almost engulfing her from head to toe.

At this moment, Lan Zui immediately made a decision.

"Yu Chen, I'll be a hostage, take your people and we'll go up first. We'll settle our business later. Lan Zui took a step forward and took the initiative to put his forehead against the barrel of the gun in Yu Chen's hand.

Yu Chen was stunned, obviously not expecting Lan Zui's sudden change. Although the leopard repeatedly assured that the other end of the jade lake was safe, and those inexplicable noises were just Montaigne's ghost, he was still worried in his heart, and his intuition was that this was not a place to stay for a long time.

It's just that Lan Zui is extremely cunning, and the journey is not short, and it is obviously easier to lose the existing advantage than standing on the spot. Yu Chen was thinking carefully and hesitating, but before he could agree, Montaigne, who was lying at his feet and was beaten half to death by a leopard, suddenly burst out with a scream, like a cat that had been stepped on by its tail, and bounced up from the ground with a sharp movement that was completely inconsistent with his injury, and jumped and jumped with his hands, and his mouth continued to let out a dissonant scream, so terrible that it did not resemble a human voice.

Montaigne's hand quickly became a blur of flesh and blood as he scratched and collided with the branches, but he himself continued to inexplicably self-mutilate as if he were unaware of it. After a while, Montaigne's scream became sharper, and he let go of his palm, grabbed the sleeve and pulled it desperately, the solid jacket could not resist the force of his bare hands, and cracked a large slit with a stab.

Layers of clothing are torn apart, revealing the flesh that is eventually wrapped inside. The surface of the flesh is a weathered bronz, and the smooth skin is now covered with swollen green tendons, transforming the originally strong and smooth limbs into the posture of ancient tree roots.

Montaigne had fallen back to the ground, rolling back and forth, his voice hoarse from the excessive hissing, and his screaming had lost its original momentum. It's just that the kind of cry that comes out of the throat is more miserable than the previous scream, it is a scream that bursts out of the residual strength of the body, and each sound means that there is less vitality in the body.

It took less than a minute from Montaigne to the time he fell back to the ground. His behavior was so abrupt that Lan Zui and Yu Chen were dumbfounded during the negotiation, and the rest of the people were also shocked by his unprovoked but miserable screams, and they all stared blankly at Montaigne struggling and jumping like a dying fish, and no one could react.

"Little bunny, you're pretending to be a ghost again! Stand up for Lao Tzu! The leopard's words were as rude as ever, but there was a hint of trembling in the rudeness that he didn't even notice. The leopard's toes kicked Montaigne with a force that did not match his approach, and Montaigne's body spun around and turned on his back, revealing his twisted and hideous face. Montaigne's fleshy hand scratched at the chest part at a strange angle, but now he had lost the strength to continue tearing his clothes, and could only hold the front pocket of the jacket tightly, screaming in his throat and clucking throat bones colliding, spurting tiny beads of blood from time to time as he breathed, and his eyes looking at the leopard were full of fear and pleading.

Now anyone could see that Montaigne was not pretending to be a ghost, and everyone couldn't help but take two steps back away from Montaigne's body, but this distance obviously did not give them a sense of security.

"The leopard takes Uncle Wang and leaves immediately!" Yu Chen's thoughts and hesitation disappeared after witnessing Montaigne's tragic situation, and he immediately agreed with Lan Zui's opinion.

"I'm afraid it's too late now." Jun Yihuang, who had been silent, suddenly gave up monitoring Yu Chen, turned around and floated into the air, and floated into the darkness in front of him: "Wait for me here, I'll go over and take a look first." ”

Jun Yihuang's white clothes disappeared in a flash, and he was instantly engulfed by the darkness in the distance. Even though she couldn't see anything, Lan Zui still stared into the distance with her eyes wide open, and Jun Yihuang's departure confirmed her uneasy premonition even more.

If it weren't for the discovery, Jun Yihuang would never have left Lan Zui, who was held to the head by a gun, and left alone.

"Lan drunk, do you smell anything? It smells so good. Bai Suhe and Lan Zui stared in the same direction, but the slender phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously, and two sparks similar to those that attacked Yu Chen never appeared, surrounding her, although they were not very bright, but the speed of rotation was getting faster and faster.

Without Bai Suhe opening his mouth, Lan Zui and Yu Chen also noticed something strange in the air. In fact, Lan Zui had already smelled this aroma, but the smell of this aroma was extremely faint, lingering on the tip of his nose, and Lan Zui couldn't tell whether it was the illusion that his nose had been abused in the tomb for a long time or if it really existed. This aroma did not bring any discomfort to her body, and the faint fragrance even lifted her spirits, so she was directly ignored by Lan Zui when compared to the importance of Yu Chen's muzzle and Jun Yihuang's soul.

It's just that Montaigne has a precedent in the past, and now any slight abnormality will attract everyone's attention. Lan Zui shrugged his nose and sniffed hard, the fragrance in the air was already much stronger, giving enough information to the nerves in the nose, so Lan Zui immediately recognized that the smell was familiar.

Déjà vu, but also plausible, his mind desperately searched and compared the relevant memories, and suddenly his blue drunken red lips opened slightly, and he shouted softly: "Xuan Gexiang? ”

The scent in the air was somewhat similar to the smell of the earth that Lan Zui had dug out of the vicinity of the earthen house, but it was not exactly the same. The smell of the earth is sweeter and more fragrant, and after smelling it for a long time, I feel sleepy, but the fragrance of the earth is fresh and elegant, and it is impossible to connect the two without careful distinction.

"Xuan Ge Xiang?" Yu Chen was stunned, reflexively held his breath, and then looked at Montaigne with an inquiring and suspicious look.

Could it be that Montaigne became like this because he inhaled Xuange incense and hallucinated?

At this moment, Yu Chen couldn't help but start hating his hesitation, and just wanted to leave this place immediately, without delaying for a second.

"Ahem, it hurts...... cough cough cough ...... "The woman who was roughly dragged by Bai Suhe's side finally stared at her in a daze and overflowed a few words of complaint from the □□, like her legs that had been run over by a car swayed as much as she tried to support the body above, her big round eyes opened a slit, and there was still a trace of confusion in which she was not awake, her pupils zoomed back and forth a few times, and finally locked something in the darkness: "There is ...... Star...... Yes? ”

"What a dream! And the moon! Even though Meng Zheng is petite, Bai Suhe is now exhausted, and the extra weight on his body is a weight, not to mention that he is a living person. It's just that although Bai Suhe's eyes are not good, she tightened the zither tightly in her hand to prevent her confused movements from falling to the ground and being injured.

"No, Bai Suhe...... Are there really stars? Hearing that Meng Zheng was sober and blue drunk, he didn't pay any attention to her, and kept looking around, as if he wanted to see something from the thick darkness.

Lan Zui really saw something, a few golden shimmers flickered in the bottomless darkness, the light was soft and subtle, if it wasn't flickering in the absolute darkness, it would be almost impossible to find. A few bits of golden light hung in the air on the dark curtain, half-light and half-dark, as if it were really a meteor in the night sky.

It was indeed a meteor, because those few faint rays of light were flying towards the position of the blue drunk at a fast and unbeatable speed, and even a long golden tail with a lighter light was dragged behind it, showing a short and dazzling gorgeous brilliance. Millennial Drunk (Tomb Robbery, GL)

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Chapter 129 of the text

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