Meng Yi is back. I haven't seen him for many days, and his beard is on his chin, which looks very wild in the northwest.

He entered the door with a large bag and a small bag, and saw Fusu looking at Sang Xia holding his mobile phone on the sofa with interest, smiled and put down the things in his hand and leaned over.

In the end, it's a half-sized child.,It's no wonder that the game or something has long been seen.。 It's just that it didn't take long for Sang Xia to change from a technology novice to a game master. The gap is really a bit big, and I have to admire her learning and adaptability.

Fusu sat in the sea of tea tatami, beckoned to Meng Yi, boiled water and made tea to clean the tea set.

After a while, the fragrance of tea filled the house. From the backyard came Qiao Zhongye's screams and Su'er's ridicule.

Meng Yi is a good man, and he greeted Su Er in the backyard with a smile and said that she had brought her favorite taro balls, and the sugar water was still hot, so she should eat it quickly.

Midnight looked at Meng Yi gratefully, and thanked him without saying a thousand words, in the end, the big brother was still reliable.

Counting on Fusu... Hehe, forget it, it's good not to watch the excitement.

"How nice it is that we are back to the way we used to be!" Meng Yi took a sip of tea and sighed contentedly.

Fusu smiled noncommittally, and at the dinner table, at midnight, he flatteringly said something to Su'er, who was drinking sugar water, and Sang Xia still held his mobile phone and didn't mean to get up.

It seems that everything is back to the way it was at the beginning, and if the years go on, it seems that it is also good.

Thoughts are meant to be broken. A scream sounded, and Meng Yi was so shocked that he spilled his own tea, "Sang Xia, what's wrong?"

"Hehe... The devil was stunned!" Fusu had long been accustomed to her startling.

Sanxia: "Hahaha... Su'er, Su'er, come on, I've drawn the last crystal, and it's time to change martial arts. ”

Since forming the team, Sanxia has changed the name of Bai Suli to Su'er. Obviously, the relationship between the two has changed qualitatively.

But what about Wu Zetian? Isn't that the most famous empress in the history of the country?

Seeing Meng Yi's dazed face, Fusu explained kindly and arrogantly. It seems that he understands these things that Meng Yi doesn't understand, as if he is very powerful.

Oh, it's a game character. However, is it really okay for these games to be designed in this way? I'm afraid it won't mislead young people about their misunderstanding of history?! Meng Yi felt that it was very inappropriate, and Fusu shrugged his shoulders in agreement, but it was impossible to change anything.

As long as you can make money, there will always be people who use some means without principles and bottom lines.

Thinking of this, Fusu felt that although this Sang Xia's brain was a little abnormal, his heart was quite firm.

At least, she was not confused by the beauty of men, and even refused to offer her money as a gesture of goodwill. It's rare to have a backbone!

Plans are not as fast as changes. I was going to take her on a journey through the world before the end of the world, but she fell into the virtual world first and lost interest in the real world.

The current state between the two is very delicate. Of course, Fusu wanted his little Sangxia body to come back, but this kind of thing was not something he could rush to achieve. The only way to get to the bottom of her body is to get to the bottom of it.

But whenever his spiritual power seeped into her, she would look at him vigilantly. Then she let him explore with great ease, but even if she didn't resist, he couldn't find a clue. It was only obvious that the energy in her body was getting stronger day by day.

Just like the demon's spiritual power that is about to run out, Sanxia's strange energy is growing rapidly.

Fusu concluded that it had something to do with her daily routine of swallowing clouds and spitting fog.

Is there a existence in the world that can draw on the power of heaven and earth?

Because Fusu itself can absorb the power of nature, in the final analysis, heaven and earth naturally grow and all things grow, and these energies are all connected.

It's just that what he can absorb is the excess power of nature that comes from the cultivation of plants and trees.

The Tao is ideal, but I still can't get a glimpse of the mystery. Moreover, no matter how powerful the soul realm is, there is always an upper limit. For example, it is impossible for him to absorb all the natural essence of the moonlight woodland, so how far will Sangxia's upper limit reach?

Perhaps, the three elders of the machine spirit should know better than themselves, after all, the generation of the machine spirit also depends on the power of heaven and earth.

Shi Xuanxuan agreed without thinking about it, and still said to him apologetically that he was sorry for causing Sang Xia before...

Regarding this point, Fusu also thought about it before and after, and felt that this matter was not necessarily as Shi Xuanxuan thought.

Since Sangxia's doppelganger resurrected instead of the main body, he has also made up his mind to no longer rush to do something that he can't do at all. As a result, the chaotic thoughts gradually cleared up.

Repeatedly checking the video archived on the computer in the middle of the night, when Dye'er is kidnapped, the other party should not be able to identify who the person he wants to kidnap is.

Afterwards, Shi Xuanxuan also checked the ins and outs of the whole thing. It is clear that the organized, premeditated kidnappers are nothing more than pawns to be manipulated.

It's just that Fusu still feels that there is something very wrong in this.

Sang Xia deliberately changed her identity to Dye'er, causing the bandit leader to mistakenly believe that she was the main person to be kidnapped, which seemed very reasonable but was not.

The kidnappers wearing black hoods in the video don't seem to intend to tie up only one person, and when they stabbed the fat man Lu Liang, most of the black hoods seemed quite unexpected.

It seems that he didn't intend to hurt anyone, but he didn't want to make a big fuss and attract the attention of the police. That makes sense.

However, the bandit leader took Sangxia as a hostage, and the procedure of collecting money and releasing people suddenly turned into murder.

If according to Shi Xuanxuan's statement, the behind-the-scenes manipulator only wants her life, then why did the killer who was far away in the broken house burst out to kill people without receiving the order of the bandit leader?

It doesn't make sense.

Shi Xuanxuan also said that there was a sudden shooting at that time, which eventually led to the annihilation of the opponent's group, and it took only a few minutes before and after. And she was sure that the bandit leader was the first to be attacked by his subordinates and fell to the ground, and it was impossible for her to be in a life-or-death situation, and she was still thinking about sending a signal to the minions in the distance.

There are all kinds of indications that the other party actually intends to kill them all.

Could it be that this is the only reason why Sangxia suffered from the pond fish?

The people behind the scenes are all dead, and there is no way to verify doubts and speculations.

Yang Qiqi once came to the door to ask him about the slaughter of the Liu family, and at a glance, he knew that it was not done by humans.

There have been many scenes of bloody violence, wars throughout the ages, and many terrorist attacks have occurred in peaceful and prosperous times.

It's just that that kind of technique is not an ordinary weapon. Thinking of this, Fusu felt more and more suspicious in his heart.

There may still be some conspiracy behind this, a conspiracy against Sanxia. He didn't think that the villains of the family who did evil would provoke the owner of spiritual power. Since Shi Xuanxuan said that it has nothing to do with her, it must have nothing to do with her. There is still some trust in this.

Is there such a tyrannical existence among the secret clans? It is impossible for the fox clan to be all clean monsters, let alone the phantom clansmen. I wouldn't do such a cruel thing at all.

Shark people, forget it, people live well on the ocean floor, how can they meddle in human affairs.

Only the demon clan who often walks in the world and is the best at hiding is still a little possible.

But this idea was quickly ruled out by Fusu, although not all the demon people who survived in the human world were under the control of the demons, but generally speaking, it was impossible for them to do such evil things for no reason.

The biggest suspicion is still the person in the cave. Zhao Gao?!

It's just that there are still people who can't figure it out, why are they picking this family out for no reason?

I asked Yang XVII for verification, and after the incident, all the dead souls were not there, and there was no trace of them after searching for a radius of hundreds of miles.

But if it is only for the sake of killing people and taking souls to support the Disk Cave, such a bloody case will not be the only one. Is there any kind of resentment? Dafan, who is obviously punitive, cannot do it without great hatred.

All the questions were coiled in Fusu's mind, and after thinking about it for nearly a month, he couldn't figure out what the connection was.

All afternoon, Fusu and Meng Yi nested in the study and talked about their thoughts and worries in detail.

The living room was still filled with shouts of killing. Qiao Ziye completely gave up struggling and tried to join the team. The result, of course, is disgusted.

Dashencheng bites the gold and is really online at any time, and as always, he has been dragging four and winning every game.

Midnight said that this person is eighty percent of an unemployed vagrant, how can he play games online every day on holidays. It must be an unorthodox one.

Su'er pinched him again to learn Fusu's words, Ma didn't know how long his face was, and he was not in shape, so he was embarrassed to comment on people he didn't know.

In the past few days, I have been addicted to the game, and my iron body has been beaten by iron, and there are times when I can't bear it. After dinner, Su'er waved her hand and said, No, I really have to go to bed early, otherwise I am afraid that the duty of the dream patrol will not be carried out, and the face of the night traveler will be lost to her.

Sang Xia also yawned again and again, and tears were about to squeeze out of his eyes. Rest well in order to fight better, that's the truth. They packed up and went back to their rooms.

Before the light of day was completely hidden, Su'er was already sleeping on her back and drooling. Sang Xia was sleepy lying on the bed, but he couldn't sleep for no reason. I closed my eyes and brewed for a long time, but I still couldn't sleep.

I opened my eyes helplessly and lay straight for a while, but I felt that there was some strange mess in my heart.

I simply sat up straight and looked left and right, and there was nothing wrong with the room, and all the furnishings were the same as before.

Leaning on the side of the bed, I turned my head sideways to see that the plants on the windowsill were wilted and lifeless, and the originally luxuriant pothos leaves had shrunk into a ball, and the yellow scorched and crumbling appearance appeared.

She thought for a moment and blew on the windowsill, and an invisible thin light drifted away, and everywhere she went, it instantly regained its vitality.

The yellow leaves turned green and stretched out in a straight manner, and some rotten flesh bulged slightly from the roots, which was even more beautiful than before. Purple purple, red red, it makes people happy when they look at it.

Sanxia got up from the bed, a faint smile on her lips. I looked out the window at the night sky, and I didn't know what I was thinking. After a moment's pause, he looked around the room again, stopping when his gaze touched the shelf beneath the desk.

Walk over, take out a wooden box with simple workmanship, and open it.

A wooden basket, a short dagger, a charred stone, and a thin bamboo knot in a transparent tube. One by one, he took it in his hand and looked at it again, tilted his head suspiciously, and frowned slightly.

When she was still in the lockdown, she could occasionally see the outside world through her body. But not all the time, so she didn't know where the wooden box and a few small objects came from. But there was a strange sense of familiarity.

If it is because she has emotional knowledge with the ontology, then she will not have no feelings for the people in Runlu. After getting along for more than a month, although I am familiar with it, in general, there is no emotional connection between the ontology and the people.

So, where does this familiarity come from?

Puzzled, she put down the yellow stone, picked up the short dagger, and drew its sheath to find that the blade had already been covered with rust, forming a thin and hard shell, and it was very light in her hand.

Looking at the wooden flute again, it is simple and rough without fine carving, only a vague pattern at the end of the flute. I wiped it and looked under the lamp carefully, it looked like a word and a symbol, and I couldn't understand it.

After looking at it for a while, I picked up the transparent pipe again, and there was a similar symbol on the bamboo knot in the tube. It's a little clearer than the pattern of the basket, but it's still incomprehensible.

There was no stone on it, nor on the dagger, and perhaps it was also covered by rust. After thinking about it, Sang Xia took the two objects, got up and opened the door and walked to the front of Fusu's house and knocked softly.

Fu Su was in the study with Meng Yi, looking through the photos sent by Yang Qiqi, he heard a slight sound, and called out before he could think about it, "In the study, come here." ”

In addition to shouting to go out to play, Sang Xia rarely took the initiative to find Fusu.

Entering the study, Sang Xia couldn't help but let out an exclamation. How idle is it that you have nothing to do, and you have piled up so many books to read?!

"Do you recognize these two things?" spread his hand, one wooden and one glass tube. Fusu looked at it and shook his head and said, "No." Where did it come from?"

"Found on the desk shelf in the room. ”

Fusu thought about it, but when he was sorting out Sangxia's 'relics' before, he didn't notice these small objects. At that time, all the attention was attracted by the photos and videos stored in the studio and mobile phone.

However, since it was something found in the house, it must belong to Sanxia.

Fusu took it and looked at it, there was nothing special about the wooden flute, but the bamboo knot seemed to cause him to think of something.

Twisting his brows, he handed the glass tube to Meng Yi, "Look at this bamboo joint, it looks like a blowing arrow from the South Vietnamese?!"

!! Meng Yi took it with a pale face, flipped through it in his palm, and nodded hesitantly slightly, "There are indeed some similarities." ”

"There are two patterns on them, do you recognize what they are?" asked Sangsha, pointing to the strange patterns on the wooden basket and the bamboo knots.

If you don't look carefully, you can't find this vague pattern at all, and Meng Yi and Fusu can only see it clearly when they get very close.

Both brows tightened. Fusu walked to a large table, took a pen and paper, and traced it carefully.

The two looked at the pattern for a long time, sometimes twisting their eyebrows and sometimes touching their jaws in contemplation.

After a long time, the two looked at each other as if they understood each other's eyes, Fusu turned his head to look at Sang Xia and asked, "How did you find this pattern?"

Sangsha shook his head blankly. "It's just curious, I think this box is a little familiar, so I took it out and looked at it, and accidentally saw this pattern. What's the problem? What is this pattern?"

Fusu didn't answer her question and looked at Meng Yi instead.

"It should be Yue Wen. ”

Meng Yi nodded, "I look at it." His Majesty attacked the land of South Vietnam, and Tu Sui's battle reports came frequently, including information about the South Vietnamese in the West Ou Department. Later, due to the lack of military rations, His Majesty opened a river for this purpose, and used a lot of captive Nanban. Among those there is the Book of the Descent that is written in this way. ”

"Can you read it?" Fusu asked, squinting.

Meng Yi shook his head and replied helplessly, "The Yue language is quite different from the writing we had at that time, and the cultures of the north and the south are far apart. I only have a general understanding of the battle reports and the confessions of the surrenderers, and I have no way of telling what is written in this pattern. ”

"Is the one who surrendered?" asked Sang Xia, frowning his eyebrows, as if he was angry.

Fusu and Meng Yi looked at her strangely, this focus seemed to be very unique. Nodding her head indicates that she understands correctly.

"It's not promising, I actually surrendered ?!!" The tone was full of disdain and resentment.

Where did this emotion come from? Fusu and Meng Yi really couldn't understand it.

Immediately afterwards, I heard Sang Xia say angrily with an unkind face: "No matter what, you can't surrender, maybe you can turn the tables!"