"What's going on?" Staring at the big pit in front of him, and the pile of debris in the pit, Ximen Xiaoye took two steps back, avoiding the scorching heat, and even more avoiding the increasingly disgusting smell of burnt paste in the air; Needless to say, the unlucky Boss Mei was not only smashed into meat foam, but also had to be roasted again, and it was difficult for him to take the first step.

"Oh," Uncle Kun, who was leaning against the door, was also frightened by the changes in front of him.

Hearing the exclamation behind him, the sluggish Xiao Ye came back to his senses, wiped a handful of wet soil on his face, didn't care about patting the dust off his body, turned around and returned to the door, and helped Uncle Kun, who was paralyzed.

Although he was also trembling all over, after reluctantly helping the old man to the bedside, in his eyes, the joy of escaping death became more and more obvious.

"Uncle Kun, you rest first, I'll go out to see the situation," said in a low voice, Ximen Xiaoye touched the pine branch torch on the wall, the fire sickle was lit, and he slowly walked out of the wing.

In the health office, the Ximen family used to be one of the families who could afford to light the oil lamp, but now, the cost of the death of his parents one after another, after he asked his younger brother to buy medicine during the day, Ximen Xiaoye had no copper coins on his body.

The big pit in the courtyard that was smashed out of the courtyard looked very scary, Xiao Ye swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, leaned cautiously with a torch, stretched out his head and looked into the pit for a while, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Inside the pit, there was not the slightest movement, and the scorching temperature was swept by the night breeze and dissipated.

The torch was inserted into the floating soil at the edge of the pit, and in the dim light, Ximen Xiaoye found the waist knife that was knocked away, and stuck his backhand in his waist; picked up Boss Mei's head knife again and tried it, but more than 30 catties were too heavy, so I had no choice but to throw it aside.

After squatting on the edge of the pit and looking at it for a while, and not feeling much danger, Ximen Xiao got up and jumped down.

The sudden change in the door of the house, coupled with the presence of Boss Mei tonight, has an experience of death approaching, and Ximen Xiao Ye is more and more cautious; In order to avenge his father and protect his younger siblings, he had to take care of his own safety first.

Curiosity will kill the cat, maybe it will bring transport, the tragic death of Boss Mei, how can Ximen Xiaoye not be curious about the object that saved his life? What's more, it's in your own yard.

Standing in the pile of debris in the big pit, he reached out and picked up a piece of swarthy "iron", this palm-thick bowl-sized metal, although it still had a trace of warmth, but Ximen Xiaoye's face suddenly showed surprise, "This is definitely not pig iron, nor wrought copper, it's too light,"

Among the more than a dozen artisan households in the town, Ximen Xiaoye's favorite place is the shop of the blacksmith Wang Dali, who is used to seeing the furnace and iron, and he can see the abnormality of this metal at a glance.

"Whoa," with the sheath of the waist knife in the pit, Ximen Xiaoye's eyes suddenly lit up, and when he turned around, he saw Uncle Kun holding two torches in his hands, standing tremblingly on the edge of the pit; Although the old man was also frightened, being able to walk here to illuminate himself made Ximen Xiaoye's heart warm.

Smiling lightly at Uncle Kun, Ximen Xiaoye lowered his head, and opened the pieces a few times, revealing the objects in front of him, which made him stunned inexplicably; A blue-gray stone-mill pattern, with a curved willow carving on the edge, he had seen more than a dozen in the town.

"Stone mill?" Ximen Xiao looked left and right for a while, except that the style was a little small, he couldn't see anything abnormal, this kind of grinding disc made of granite shape, every household would prepare one, and there was also one in the corner of his yard.

However, this double-layer stone mill, which is no more than three feet wide and two and a half feet high, Ximen Xiao Ye grabbed the outer edge of the grinding plate, and it was not slippery and weak; This made him a little annoyed, so he simply put away his waist knife and stepped forward to hug it, "Hey," trying to get this thing out of the big hole.

"Poof," I didn't expect this stone mill to sink so much that he couldn't move, so that Ximen Xiaoye, who had been practicing martial arts for six years, was loosened under his feet, and he couldn't control his strength for a while, and he fell into the pit with a bang, his chin touched the grinding plate, and the blood flowed.

On the edge of the stone grinding plate, an inconspicuous and slightly convex place, after being stained with the blood of Ximen Xiaoye, lit up with a faint blue light, flickering intermittently, and a fan-shaped light swept out.

After the light swept over Ximen Xiaoye's face and eyes, it gradually dimmed. A line of block letters "Thousand Axis Linkage Intelligent Machining Center," flashed vaguely on the side of the grinding disc, and it quickly disappeared.

Ximen Xiaoye, who tore off the strips of cloth and covered his chin and was about to leave, swept the light from the corner of his eyes, and couldn't help but stretch out his left thumb and gently press it towards the source of the glow.

His actions made Uncle Kun's eyes shrink, and he screamed vaguely in his mouth, "Brother Xiao'er be careful, don't move," the low warning was not heard clearly by Ximen Xiao Ye, and it did not stop his movements.

A small bulge, Ximen Xiaoye's thumb pressed on it, blue light flashed, and after sweeping the skin, it quietly faded; Just when the old and young people inside and outside the pit were inexplicable, "Click," at the center of the grinding hole above the grinding plate, a faint white mist floated up, and the grinding eyes with the thickness of the fingers slowly expanded to a circular hole one foot square.

Ximen Xiaoye, who was getting more and more courageous, took the torch handed by Uncle Kun, approached and took a look, and couldn't help but tear the ground and secretly take a breath of cold air; In the firelight, in the mouth of the cave, the golden sparkle dazzled his eyes very simply.

The strip of cloth on the wound was immediately thrown away. Fortunately, it's just scratched the skin.

Stretching out his hand, under Uncle Kun's nervous gaze, Ximen Xiaoye took out a thick and delicate gold book from the cave, and his heart was pounding with a heavy weight in his hand; Looking at it again, he took out a two-inch long wrist-thin tube, which was also golden, and suddenly, he looked stupid, old and young.

Putting the two heavy objects in his arms, Ximen Xiaoye picked up a piece of metal at his feet and stuffed it directly into the hole out of concealment.

Falling to the stone mill in the center of the pit, the protrusion on the grinding disc flashed a faint blue light again, and the one-foot-high circular lower disc spun rapidly and silently.

A line of handwriting appeared vaguely on the side of the stone mill, "The central database is randomly repaired, and the machining platform is repaired," and the handwriting disappeared in a blink of an eye.

On weekdays, all Xiao Ye saw was that the upper plate of the millstone rotated, and the lower plate did not move, but tonight he saw something different, so he couldn't help but stick his head over and look at the big hole curiously.

It was pitch black, and you couldn't see anything.

"Be careful," Uncle Kun whined helplessly, trying to get Brother Xiao to hurry up, but he saw this curious child, misinterpreted his meaning, and came up again with a torch, and after looking into the hole a few times, he actually picked up those black pieces over and over again, and stuffed them into the grinding eye.

Like a bottomless pit, hundreds of pieces of different sizes, even the pieces with Boss Mei's minced meat, were picked up by Xiao Ge'er tirelessly and directly stuffed into the grinding eye. Ximen Xiaoye's mind is actually very simple, he is trying his best to eliminate traces.

He and Uncle Kun didn't notice that between the upper and lower plates of the stone mill, some subtle pieces were sprinkled on the grinding disc one after another, and the waste materials of Boss Mei, who were not accepted by the stone mill, turned into dust again.

After hundreds of pieces in the big pit, as well as the sharp blade of Boss Mei, all of them were stuffed into the stone mill by Ximen Xiao Ye, and the two waited for a while, and after the stone mill stopped rotating, they found a thicker rope and dragged the stone mill out of the big pit with sweat.

No one noticed, and the handwriting on the side of the stone mill passed away in a flash, "The central database is randomly repaired in one thousandth, and the machining platform is repaired in one hundredth,"

The powder that was poured into the pit along the notch of the grinding disc didn't pay attention to it, and they were tired just by pulling the stone mill up.

Uncle Kun will do it by filling the pit, Ximen Xiaoye threw the almost burned torch into the pit, patted the somewhat cold stone mill, and returned to his own wing in the west with a heavy mind.

What happened tonight, although it was a little weird, but Qianhu Jiang Jie's killing intent towards his Ximen family, Ximen Xiao Ye already knew it in his heart, although it was not clear why he did this, but he had to face that person tomorrow, and Xiao Ye had no clue.

tore his face to confront, not to mention whether it was possible to be convincing, it was another killer similar to Boss Mei, and there were bursts of sweat stains in Ximen Xiaoye's palms.

You must know that even in Wuguan Town, Weifu, Suzhou, Jiang Jie, who belongs to the Thousand Households of the Gravel Fort, is also a well-known figure, and his father was suppressed when he was alive, not to mention that he is a hairy military household now.

"Bear it, you must endure it, it's not too late for the eldest husband to take revenge for ten years, as long as he is alive, he will have a chance to take revenge," Ximen Xiaoye, who gritted his teeth and creaked darkly, walked into the simple room, thought about it, and skillfully took out an oil lamp from under the kang in the dark, and the wick was lit by the fire sickle.

In order to check the two things in his hand, the oil lamp that he had been reluctant to use for half a month, and there was still half a lamp oil left, and Ximen Xiaoye also took it out.

Ximen Xiao entered the room at night, Uncle Kun found a shovel and was about to backfill the big pit, when the breeze blew, but there was a smell in his nose.

It's not the killer's disgusting smell of roasted meat, but the sour bitterness of burnt flesh and bones; The old man who had been a servant in his early years, his heart was slightly sunny, and he looked at the big pit in front of him, and it was dark and dull under the starlight.

Waving the shovel, Uncle Kun lowered his head and got busy, burying all his fears and doubts about the unknown tonight into the big pit in the courtyard. If it weren't for the fact that the 100 households of Gale Winds liked to practice martial arts, the average 100 households would not have such a large courtyard, except for the 1,000 households.

In the wing, Ximen Xiaoye carefully looked at the golden book in his hand, but there were only three thick title pages of the golden book, and a large piece of handwriting on it was melted, and the few words he vaguely saw made him unable to figure it out at all.

Fortunately, Ximen Xiao Ye can still read the small characters in block letters, if the younger siblings see it, they just think it looks good, in the fort city, you can know more than 100 words of military households, you can count them with a slap.

"Planting, grinding, kernel, turning, pattern, what does this mean," took the gold book and looked at it for a while, Ximen Xiao Ye subconsciously memorized the only nine words left on it, and after carefully checking it inside and out, he put the gold book on the blue brick on the ground.

"Bang, bang," After a rapid smashing sound, Ximen Xiaoye, who was holding the scabbard, gasped, and looked at the smashed gold book on the ground in a daze, and after eliminating the words on it, he took out the gold cylinder with his backhand.

Unscrewed the lid and poured out the two slender crystal glass pipes, which made Ximen Xiao Ye stunned, and he was distressed for a while, he still understood the truth of Huaiyu's sin; However, in the sealed glass tube, the slender green seedlings suddenly made him think of the word "planting".

In the dim light, playing with two warm and transparent tubes, Ximen Xiao looked at it again and again, in a tube filled with purple liquid, the small seedlings suspended up and down were full of vitality; In the other tube, only a small half of the purple liquid remained, and most of the small seedlings soaked in the liquid medicine turned black and gray, obviously dead.

Putting the tube back into the gold tube, stuffing it into the quilt on the bed, thinking for a while, Ximen Xiaoye picked up the three gold leaves on the ground, extinguished the oil lamp, and walked out of the side room with a knife.

In the courtyard, after Ximen Xiaoye explained a few words to Uncle Kun, he hurriedly opened the door and went straight to the Han family's grain store.

After tidying up the courtyard, Uncle Kun looked up at the brighter and brighter Daystar, and then looked down at the already leveled ground next to his feet, his lips trembled twice, and he bent his waist back to the wing.

The day is about to dawn, and Brother Zuo'er's traditional Chinese medicine has been boiled again, and I don't know what the days of the Ximen family will be like in the future.

An hour later, Ximen Xiao rushed back home tiredly, and at this moment, two of the three gold leaves were missing in his arms. In his hand, he carried half a sack of wheat.

"I don't keep my lord here, and I don't serve my lord," Ximen Xiaoye, who had made the worst plan, although he couldn't trust Han Baocai, the shopkeeper of the grain store, could only gamble at the moment.

The way out, he has already arranged, it's a big deal to be a fugitive soldier, that's the worst strategy.

fetched water in the water tank, hastily wiped his face, and Ximen Xiaoye, who was extremely nervous, stared at bloodshot eyes and sat next to the stone mill; Yes, he now calls this thing a stone mill, and it looks like it's just an ordinary stone mill, it's just too heavy.

Thinking about how to deal with Ximen Xiaoye during the day, he reached out and groped, pressed on the bulge on the grinding plate, and pressed it gently, but the stone mill did not move, and then pressed, there was still no movement at all.

"What's going on? Don't turn anymore? Ximen Xiaoye, who was vaguely aware that this stone mill was not a simple thing, couldn't help but scold in a violent voice.