Jin Yanchen turned around and left.

The trust and tacit understanding that he had cultivated by fighting side by side with Mu Dianke over the years made him immediately realize that there must be a huge danger hidden in this strange fragrance and strange pattern courtyard!

Mu Dian can't handle it! Even if the two of them join forces, they can't handle it!

Mu Dianke chased after him from behind. She's never walked this fast. Looking from Liangqing's direction, I couldn't see her back clearly at all, I could only see a black shadow dragging by, appearing out of thin air and generally behind Jin Yanchen.

Like demons and ghosts.

Mu Dianke grabbed Jin Yanchen's arm, forcing him to speed up and keep up with his speed.

Passing through the ears is the whistling of the wind.

The wind was not very good, the smell of spilled incense ash, the smell of spoiled overnight meals, and the fishy smell emanating from the corpses that were covered on the ground of the former three courtyards, it was disgusting.

But Jin Yanchen felt a strange sense of perfection at this moment.

Yes, it is consummation!

This scene is extremely familiar to him, and over the years, it has often appeared in his dreams. He dreamed that in the Qionghua forest outside Chang'an City, there were ten miles of pear blossoms all over the mountains, and the elf-like girl was holding his hand, running on the snowy slopes, and the crisp laughter floated in the mountains and forests, as if where it fell, the green grassland would bloom a large number of flowers next year.

They ran and ran until the girl grew up, her hair grew up, and her slender body was vaguely girlish.

Then, a scorching thunderbolt struck, and they stood on either side of the ravine.

……

For so many years, the dream that had been tormenting him, at the moment when Mu Dianke dragged his hand and ran away, it was like a huge festering wound that was suddenly soothed, and finally it was no longer painful.

He could feel Mu Dianke's nervousness, and she was even trembling because of the excessive nervousness.

But she held him tightly and tightly.

Because of his years of knife practice, the muscles in his arms are knotted, hard as iron, and he usually doesn't feel pain at all. But at this time, he could clearly feel the power coming from Mu Dianke's fingers, sharp as eagle claws, as if they were about to scratch through his flesh and embed them in his bones.

"What happened?" He asked in a low voice.

Mu Dian shouldn't, just run desperately.

The wind brought up by the gallop lifted up half of her unfinished green silk, revealing a tight jaw.

She's scared! She hasn't been scared for a long time.

Jin Yanchen's heart was broken, and the ground was so soft, with a tingling feeling.

It's dawn!

The golden light breaks through the clouds, and it pours thousands of miles. Mu Dian was lying on the scattered stone walls on the side of the street, as if he had just gone through a fierce battle, his body was paralyzed and his bones were weak, his eyes were empty, and his sideburns were already sweaty.

"What happened?" Jin Yanchen asked again, and there was softness in his voice that he hadn't even noticed.

"There's gunpowder in the ground." Mu Dian leaned against the stone wall, his thin face was covered with a thin halo, like a wax figure of a person coated with gold dust, giving people a feeling of extreme weakness, and even his voice was vain and weak: "Tan Zhou buried gunpowder under the winery, and as soon as you appeared, he would overthrow all the wine storage, ignite a fire, and detonate the gunpowder underground." ”

Jin Yanchen's eyes were icy, and he was cold to the bone.

He knew why Mu Dianke was so scared. Just now, the dream they had been fighting for for ten years, ten years of forbearance, ten years of swallowing grief and pain, almost all in vain.

"Tan Zhou's target is you, you can't come here anymore." After Mu Dianke's feet lost sensation for a short time, he regained his strength and turned around and walked back: "Leave the matter here to me." ”

Jin Yanchen grabbed her hand.

"What's wrong?" Mu Dianke raised his eyebrows, seeing the panic in his eyes. She felt stunned and even more at a loss, so she pretended to easily withdraw her hand from his palm and smiled: "Tan Zhou wants to up, he has already done it." My little shrimp is not worth it when he ruined the whole game of chess. ”

***

A black, thick-backed knife plunged straight into the dirt.

Three inches down the mud, there is solid rock. The iron and stone collided, and there was no sound at all.

Liangqing kept a calm face, carefully controlled the force on the black iron knife, and slowly pulled the blade out of the dirt. Use charcoal to make a mark on the wooden pole.

After more than 20 benchmarks all had painting marks, Xuanyuan Tong and Lou Zhong held on to the shovel and carefully dug down.

The small incense of yellow flowers, the rosemary that bloomed to the top, was uprooted without pity. Under the black soil is a stone tablet, the seal characters are densely packed, recording the life of the owner of the stone tablet when he was born; biographical experience; In the area of death, he did not hesitate to spend a lot of pen and ink to record the cause of death, the place and time of the killing, who the enemy was, and the tragic situation before his death.

After the last piece of sludge on the stele was brushed away, Liangqing saw the most critical word in the entire inscription, Jin Luanjie!

Looking back at Mu Dianke, the woman who had always been forbearant had big tears in her eyes, but she insisted on not letting it fall.

"Dig down." She said with her mouth shaped.

Lou Zhong and Xuanyuan used a wooden shovel to pry up the corners of the stele, and several iron guards stepped forward together and lifted the giant stele, which was eight feet high and more than five inches thick.

The situation under the stele made the well-informed iron guards stop their movements in an instant.

Mu Dian is right, the taste is not the smell of wine, but the smell of gunpowder.

Underneath the stele, there are gunpowder boxes with coiled leads!

***

"Tan Ye, just let them go?"

The one who spoke was a man named Wang Mang, who had been working under Tan Zhou for some years. Zhi is talented and sparse, he has no special skills, and the biggest advantage is to be obedient, so Tan Zhou does not hide many things from him.

"What else can I do?" Compared with Wang Mang's anxiety and restlessness, Tan Zhou was extremely calm, and he couldn't hear the regret for losing this great opportunity to kill Jin Yanchen: "It's not for nothing that Jin Liu can live to this day. Do you think he'll come back and find out when you've spilled the wine and made a big splash? He'll just run faster than a rabbit. ”

He wants nothing to be foolproof.

The fuse must be lit only after Jin Yanchen has completely entered the Sijin Hospital. At that time, the gunpowder hidden under the five courtyards exploded together, completely cutting off his vitality. For this opponent who is always a Jedi and creates accidents, Tan Zhou does not dare to take it lightly.

"Do we still have a chance?" This is what Wang Mang is most worried about.

If Jin Yanchen is gone forever, doesn't it mean that they will stay in this dark ghost place forever?

No sunlight, no fresh food, living like a rat in the gutter.

What Wang Mang didn't know was that the roof of the underground chamber where they were hiding was not strong enough to withstand the impact of the simultaneous explosion of an entire winery's five courtyards.

If Jin Yanchen doesn't come, he can still live like a mouse. Jin Yanchen came, it was the day he was broken and laid to rest underground.

This dark room is the tomb prepared by Tan Zhou for them.

"He's coming."

Tan Zhou said: "In everyone's heart, there is a catastrophe that cannot be overcome until death. Jin Yanchen's heart was that eleven years ago, he was forcibly locked in a secret passage by his grandfather, and when his family was slaughtered, he embarked on the road of survival alone.

how his uncles and uncles died, and by whom they were killed; what kind of curse his brother uttered before he died, and who his sister was insulted against; I don't believe he doesn't want to know.

……

I've got it all ready for him. ”

Tan Zhou's face was hidden in the darkness underground, and although he couldn't see his expression, he could hear an extremely bloodthirsty cruelty and excitement in his voice.

"Little Mu Si, don't let me down."