I am not afraid of anyone on the path of finding the truth. If necessary, I am willing to face all the big people calmly.

In Dunhuang, I have been sticking to my heart for three years, and my heart is far stronger than when I was on Hong Kong Island.

"Before leaving, I still want to meet Zhao Tan." Lao Sheng's attitude finally became honest, and it was no longer a fierce tone, but a low-voiced plea.

I nodded, "No problem, but I have to remind you that in this world, within the great boundaries of human knowledge, there are no time and space travelers at all." Zi Bu is silent, and the sages of thousands of years ago have already reminded him. ”

For me personally, it is a heartfelt joy to see the people of the rivers and lakes able to retreat from the bloody war, marry a wife, have children, work and do business, and get back to the right business.

The rivers and lakes are whirlpools, and the ship of life has to avoid these dangerous whirlpools in order to complete the only trip in this life.

If Lao Sheng Ken cherishes his hard-won son and treats the lover called "Xiaolu" well, this can be regarded as a good thing for adult beauty.

"Over here." The general pointed to the door of Zhao Tan's room.

Lao Sheng took a deep breath and pulled out his right hand from behind him.

"Put it away." I say.

Lao Sheng shook his head, threw the dagger in his hand on the ground, and strode towards Zhao Tan's door.

Ever since I came out, the door to that bedroom had been open, and from time to time Zhao Tan's snoring could be heard.

"It's complicated, isn't it?" The general sat down, bowed his head and sighed.

"Everything has changed, and now, 'Jiaomu' has become the focus." I'm not depressed, I'm full of new fighting spirit.

Zhao Tan is like a kaleidoscope, through him, he can see the bizarre other world in front of him.

I am not superstitious about "time travel", but I do not reject the phrase "everything in the world is strange". After all, a person's knowledge is shallow, and throughout his life, there are always strange things that he can't see, can't see, and can't figure out. This time, what I still can't guess is the "scorched wood" that Zhao Tan mentioned countless times.

"Could it be that the rise and fall of the two Song Dynasty is really tied to 'scorched wood'?" I can't help but ask myself.

Lao Sheng walked into the bedroom, did not cover the door, and all the movement inside came to my ears.

Zhao Tan's snoring was heard, and then, with a slight sound of the mattress, he should have turned over and sat up.

"Mr. Zhao, it's me, I'm Lao Sheng." Lao Sheng laughed twice flatteringly.

Zhao Tan didn't speak, just coughed lightly.

My senses were unusually acute, and I heard something strange from his cough.

Normal people cough, or cover their mouths or turn their heads, or simply cough out head-on, the sound is very loud, and the sense of depth from the lungs to the throat and from the throat to the lips is very obvious.

Now, Zhao Tan's coughing voice is very fake, exactly the same as the actor's pretending cough in costume film and television dramas.

"In front of Lao Sheng, Zhao Tan deliberately made this look? Take out the ancient people's style to deter Lao Sheng, so that the other party can believe that he is a 'time traveler'? "In an instant, a myriad of thoughts went through my mind.

"Mr. Zhao, I still want to ask you, is the child in the deer's belly ......?" asked Lao Sheng.

After the "is it not", he said a very ridiculous word, so much so that I looked at the general and at the same time smiled silently and bitterly.

That word is "Destiny Dragon Species", which is quite abrupt and old-fashioned, and I can't help but laugh with the general.

The so-called "dragon species" are the descendants of the emperor.

Since Qin Shi Huang, each generation of emperors has claimed to be "ordered by heaven", so they are called "true emperors" or "true dragon emperors". Since the emperor is a "dragon", then all the descendants of the emperor are naturally "dragon species".

Lao Sheng's cautious, humble and humble questioning shows that he attaches great importance to this question.

If the fetus is a "dragon species", then Lao Sheng is the legendary "true son of heaven", which is an obvious truth, as simple as "one plus one equals two".

"What do you want?" Zhao Tan opened his mouth, and I was immediately surprised.

The general reacted extremely quickly, and immediately dodged in front of the dressing mirror diagonally facing Zhao Tan's bedroom. From the mirror, you can see at least half of the scene in the bedroom.

At this moment, this is the best angle to observe. If you venture into the bedroom, it will only interrupt the conversation between Lao Sheng and Zhao Tan. In that way, the clue that has just been drawn will be cut off.

If a man speaks with his throat pinched, he will make a high-pitched sound, like a small rooster learning to crow.

Now, Zhao Tan is making this kind of voice.

Of course, he didn't speak with his throat pinched, but very naturally, as if this was his original voice. In Chinese history, many men in the palace spoke like this, and people usually referred to them as "eunuchs" or "fathers-in-law".

"Isn't it a dragon species, don't you feel it yourself? When the fetus was planted, was it a spring thunderstorm that night? Is there a primrose in the main hall of your house that suddenly blooms? Also, the bookcase in your house suddenly collapsed, and all the books fell from the shelves, leaving only one copy of "The History of the Two Song Dynasty"? These unusual auspicious signs are a reminder that something unusual and good is happening. None of this can be seen, and it's no wonder that your life is always getting no better. Now, go back and take good care of the dragon species - and, check your wife's family tree, for more than three generations, she is not surnamed Lu, but Ma. This time it's a good thing that 'the east wind blows the flowers, and the white horse carries the dragon and grows tall', so you just wait for the good news of 'carp jumping over the dragon gate'. Zhao Tan said again.

When his shrill voice reached my ears, I felt goosebumps all over my body.

Intuitively, he was not Zhao Tan at all, but possessed by another person's soul.

"Yes, yes, yes, thank you, Mr. Zhao, thank you, thank you." Lao Sheng came out backwards, bent down more than ninety degrees, his face almost touching his knees, and his attitude was as pious as if he had met a living immortal who was guiding him.

At this moment, I felt both ridiculous and terrifying.

What's ridiculous is that Zhao Tan casually took Lao Sheng into obedience with a few casual words; The terrifying thing is that when Zhao Tan spoke like this, every word had an eerie aura, as if a thousand-year-old zombie had been resurrected, curled up in the coffin, coveting the good world outside.

When Lao Sheng withdrew, he closed the bedroom door again and returned to his original state.

"Lao Sheng, to be honest, what were you doing just now?" The general asked in a low voice.

"I'm asking about the future for my child - you just heard it, and what Mr. Zhao said is true. At the time, I thought it was a bad omen, but I looked for several fortune tellers, but I couldn't tell why. Now, after Mr. Zhao said it, I know that all the good signs should be in the child in the belly of the fawn. I'll have to go back and talk to her and ask her if she's a deer or a horse? Gone, gone, withdrawn......" Lao Sheng absentmindedly perfunctory the general's words, his face full of joy that could not be concealed.

I don't want to hit Lao Sheng, but even if the fetus is a "dragon species", it has nothing to do with being an emperor and sitting on the country.

Today, there are many people who want to be emperors, can be emperors, and rush to be emperors. Lao Sheng wants to put his child on the throne, and his chances are not much higher than a dime.

"Let's go." The general also saw this, and no longer forced Lao Sheng to stay, and let them go.

The three people in the backyard did not participate in the fight, and of course they would not be injured, and easily climbed over the wall.

The general and I stood in front of the door, watching Lao Sheng leave with the seven thugs, and sighed in unison.

"Dragons? Hehe, I'm really dizzy and blindfolded, and I even believe this kind of thing? It is said that women are 'stupid for three years when they are pregnant', but I didn't expect men to follow this law. Like Lao Sheng's way of living, it is fortunate that a child is born with a sound mind and a passing IQ. The general said helplessly.

"There's no dragon seed, right?" I answered.

"Of course." The general nodded.

"What about Zhao Tan? He claimed to be a descendant of the emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, isn't he also a 'dragon species'? Is he a self-appointed dragon or is it official? I asked again.

"Between ambiguity." The general replied.

I firmly believe that Zhao Tan will be the biggest problem we face.

There is no reason in the world that can easily convince others, especially old rivers and lakes like Lao Sheng. Under normal circumstances, the old rivers and lakes will not enter the oil and salt, and they will not listen to others at all.

After Lao Sheng chatted with Zhao Tan, this strange state could only show that Zhao Tan used evil kung fu such as soul transfer.

"It's soul transfer, it seems that I don't need to tune the lie detector from other places, the mind control of the soul transfer master is extremely strong, and he can control the lie detector in turn - Mr. Long, we have to cheer up, it is not a harmless worm in the room, but a cruel snake." The general said.

There was a sudden roar in the direction where the Buick business vehicle was leaving, which seemed to be the sound of a crash.

The general immediately ascended to the roof by the wooden ladder on the side, and searched into the distance with a telescope.

"Four cars collided, Buick Business was one of them, and the other three were fully loaded river sand engineering vehicles. Now, the Buick business has been buried under the sand, and it seems that the people in the car are more than lucky. The general reported.

"You guard Zhao Tan, I'll take a look." I waved to the roof, pulled my bike under the porch, and sped out the door, heading straight for the crash site.

When a man is about to die, his words are good.

The bird is dying, and its song is mourning.

The purpose of my rush is to save people, but if I really can't rescue them, I will listen to Lao Sheng's last words. What he said before he died must be the words of his heart.

The bike is a mountain bike, and the shock absorbers on the front and rear wheels have been modified to easily cross ditches and bumps to a depth of less than a foot.

It took me about four minutes to get on the main road and another three minutes to the west to get to the scene of the accident.

The three construction trucks are all heavy Steyr trucks with a load of more than 30 tons, and their own weight and load are like three moving hills.

Judging from the on-site braking trajectory and vehicle location, it should be three engineering vehicles lining up to go down, and the Buick business overtook the two cars behind in a row, and then moved forward at full speed, ready to overtake the first engineering vehicle. At this moment, a long-distance bus appeared on the opposite side, and the Buick business could only switch back to its original lane. It is a pity that the distance between the three engineering vehicles is no more than 30 meters, and the speed is more than 50 kilometers per hour, plus the full load, it is impossible to do a foot brake. As a result, when the Buick commercial vehicle braked to avoid and cut between the first and second engineering vehicles, the speed instantly dropped too much, resulting in a rear-end collision with the rear car.

The third engineering vehicle was because of avoiding the car in front and hitting the steering wheel sharply, resulting in the instantaneous displacement of the heavy load on the body, and most of the sand was thrown out diagonally forward, smashing on the roof of the Buick that had been severely squeezed and collided.

The driver of the engineering truck had already gotten out of the car, and the three of them got together, each holding a mobile phone to call the police.

I threw down my bike and ran over to the passenger seat of the Buick.

Lao Sheng had no scars on his face, but the three seven-meter-long rebars thrown out of the car in front of him accurately penetrated his lower abdomen and almost cut him in half.

The roof of the car has twisted and cracked, and the sand covering it keeps falling, like a huge hourglass of time, as if calculating the time that Lao Sheng has lived in this world.

"Hold on, they've called the police, and the ambulance will come right away." I pressed Lao Sheng's shoulder and said.

"I can't do it anymore, I'm going to die, Mr. Zhao said, I'm going to die...... You...... You tell the fawn that the password to the safe is her birthday, and that she will name the child in the future...... At that time, you must follow the rules of the emperor's art and tell the fawn that the child is a dragon species, and it is a dragon species...... In the future, he will be the emperor...... Dragon Seed ......" Lao Sheng gasped with difficulty, repeating the word "Dragon Seed" over and over again.