Although he believed in me as a person, he was a little hard to believe in the face of such a bizarre and tortuous experience.

The memories in my mind from beginning to end are like scrambled playing cards, I don't know when it started, and I imagined in my mind that Xiaoyue and her daughter Xiaoya had never happened.

But what I firmly believe is that there must be someone in the dark who sees me as a pawn, secretly manipulating all of this, until he suddenly escapes from the lair of the man in black, which is beyond his expectations.

Completely overturn the originally designed chessboard.

Qinglong's expression was a little suspicious after listening to my story, but he still persuaded me to turn myself in, because the story I told about the search for the mirror of the third world in the tomb of Concubine Jin was already the same as the illegal tomb robbery.

Of course, I couldn't just choose to confess my guilt, and just as I was looking for a chance to escape, a figure in a police uniform suddenly surrounded me at the foot of the mountain.

In this slightly sparse wood, they immediately saw me and Qinglong, and then quickly rushed over.

I saw that if I didn't run away, I might spend the rest of my life in prison, so I simply turned around and ran into the mountains.

Behind him, the sound of warning shots continued, and the frightened birds in the jungle scattered.

My heart raced for a moment, as if something was about to jump out of my throat.

I felt a little aggrieved, but I was afraid of being caught up by the group of people behind me.

Until his physical strength suddenly became a little unbearable, the green dragon, who had been chasing after him, instantly bypassed the path on the hillside and chased over.

Seeing that I was surrounded, I silently picked up a sharp rock on the ground and aimed it at my throat, ready to end this confused life at any time.

Unexpectedly, Qinglong came over and advised me not to be impulsive, and he said that he gradually believed what I said, because just now he had also discovered the collapsed mountains deep in the jungle and the strange ruins of the Eyeless Clan.

I suddenly seemed to have been greatly wronged, tears couldn't stop flowing, thinking of these days of fear and fear, with Qinglong's sentence "I believe in your words".

Finally came to an end.

I slowly lowered the sharp tongue aimed at my throat, and the green dragon gradually approached me, and he didn't suddenly attack, but couldn't help but look at the scar on my body, as if he was faintly pondering something in his heart.

A few men in police clothes gradually gathered around, just as I thought my days of fear were finally coming to an end.

I found myself with my hands raised above my head, and the pistols they were holding were not falling, but still aimed at me.

I had a faint sense of foreboding in my heart, and then the sudden sound of gunfire startled the green dragons.

He didn't expect the policemen to shoot at the captives, and the bullets were almost grazing against my vital parts.

In an instant, the gunshots scattered the birds in the depths of Xiangxi, and a bullet almost narrowly grazed his broken right wrist.

At this moment, I finally believed in the sentence that everything was predestined in the dark, and if my right hand was intact, I am afraid that this shot would be interrupted at this time.

At the same time, the green dragon behind him suddenly let out a muffled sound, and when he turned around, he found that he had been shot in the abdomen, and the person was already lying in a pool of blood.

I was stunned for a moment, if it was forgivable for the cops to shoot me, a rebellious grave robber, then what about them shooting the green dragon.

Vaguely, I seemed to notice a figure with a pistol in the distance becoming more familiar, and I always felt that this person had been seen somewhere.

The thoughts in my head rolled wildly, and cold sweat spread all over my body in an instant, and I immediately remembered that I had seen this man in the cafeteria inside the black people.

"These cops are all fake, they are all men in black in disguise."

But when I realized this, it was too late, and when they saw my position, they raised their guns and fired, and I carried the green dragon on my back and plunged into the deep mountains and old forests in the sound of gunfire.

It wasn't until the sun gradually set in the afternoon that I finally got rid of the tracking of those pseudo-policemen for a while, and the green dragon on my back was in a semi-coma because he was shot in the abdomen.

The large blood stains flowing from the wound could not be stopped.

With a little experience in herbs he learned from Wu Laogou's diary, he found a few herbs with the scientific names of "Little Thistle" and "White Grass Root" in the grass, and finally barely stopped Qinglong's bleeding.

In the night reflecting the strange moonlight, those poisonous insects and ancient beasts hidden in the depths of the mountains of Xiangxi began to be active, and I carefully cleaned up a clean camp.

I fed Qinglong some water again.

I barely stayed up all night, and a thought-provoking question kept echoing in my head.

That's what I did before, whether it was a crime or not, in the tomb of Concubine Jin ten years ago, although I wanted to steal the Treasure III Mirror for the millions of dollars that Little White Face promised.

But in the end, it doesn't seem to work out, but instead we have discovered a huge secret that has broken through the sky, and since then.

His trajectory has quietly changed, even the weird and mysterious underground snake tomb seems to be inextricably linked with the tomb of Concubine Jin ten years ago.

Because not long ago, I saw a statue of a mysterious woman in the tomb of Concubine Jin on the stone gate.

After such a long time, there are still some things I still haven't forgotten about everything in Concubine Jin's tomb, especially the piece of jade excavated from the mountain.

As long as ordinary people touch it, a mysterious woman will appear in their minds like a nightmare, she knows almost everything, but there is a certain weirdness and mystery that makes people unbelievable.

These memories remained in the subconscious of my mind, and I never completely forgot them until I escaped from the snake tomb.

It wasn't until the second half of the night that Qinglong, who suddenly coughed, woke me up from my thoughts, and his gunshot wound began to deteriorate, and the bullet grazed his intestines, which would definitely be life-threatening if he was not treated.

Looking at his pale face, my heart softened, and I hesitated to make a difficult decision, that is, to make peace with this group of police officers disguised as men in black.

As long as they can send Qinglong to the hospital for treatment, I am willing to be at their mercy, and even return to the ward where I have been under house arrest for ten years.

But I also have my own plan in my heart, that is, even if my fists are invincible to my four hands, they will not stop me from wanting to take the opportunity to kill myself.

If he was really escorted back to the lair of the man in black, he would already be no different from a dead man.

Until the early morning of the ninth day, I was exposed to the sight of several pseudo-policemen.

They tightened their grip on their guns and quickly surrounded my position.

But just as they gradually approached, the wounded Qinglong gradually came to his senses, and since he was shot, he had already guessed that these people in police uniforms were probably the mysterious black-clad organization mentioned in my story.

When he learned that I was going to trade myself for the opportunity to treat him, he was furious.

In a commanding tone told me to run quickly and leave him here, the crowd would not do anything to him.

My heart tightened, looking at the pale Qinglong in front of me, tears instantly flowed down my face, and the spirit removal team that had been directly subordinate to the old chief for decades was only the two of us.

Originally, after being discharged from the army, Qinglong had a better chance of becoming a cadre of the organs, but because he was not used to the decadent atmosphere of internal flattery, he offended many people.

Rely on taxis to make ends meet.