When we returned to Yinyang Village, there were many people coming out of the houses, much more than the first time we came, and everyone's faces were full of sadness.

The "boss" must have a high status among them, and as long as the corpse passes by one place, everyone will kneel on the side of the road.

No words, no crying. But this does not prevent sad and gloomy emotions from spreading in the air.

Yang Jian and Di Yin Sword took the corpse to the previous boss's room, while Ma Daoren took us back to the previous room first. At this time, Xiao Shirong was already a little out of breath, and he kept vomiting blood in his mouth, which made me very worried about his situation.

Ma Daoren helped put him on the bed, found someone to build a stove for us, and then sat down to check Xiao Shirong's pulse.

At this time, after all, he was seriously injured, and he lost his arrogance and spirit, and I remembered the scene of the conversation between the two before entering the tomb, which was really ironic compared to this time.

After a while, Ma Daoren: "Fortunately, he has good physical fitness, otherwise he may not be able to keep it." Tai'a Sword is worthy of being a divine sword, and the sword qi around his body can hurt people so far. ”

Only then did I remember that I was still carrying such a thing in my hand, but at this time, it had lost the purple sword qi that made Quan Han just now, and it looked like an ancient sword.

I put my sword on the table, turned around and changed my clothes by the fire, and my body gradually regained its heat.

Ma Daoren poked Xiao Shirong a few times, but actually stopped the blood in his mouth, wrote a prescription with a pen and paper, and asked people to help decoct the medicine, and asked the man to bring some food when he came back.

Ma Daoren also came to look at the sword and asked me about the following situation. I told him how we got into the tomb, what it was like, and how we drew our swords.

Ma Daoren said: "Well, it may be that the artifact has not felt the breath of the Lord for too many years, and it suddenly burst out with uncontrollable power." Legend has it that Tai'a Sword is a mighty sword, the heart of the sword is connected to the hearts of the people, and the power of the heart is the true power, the reason why you can pull it up, must be that you have the power in your heart at that time. Then you must remember that in order to use it in the future, you must first have an inner authority. At this time, it feels that there is no murderous aura in your heart, and it no longer has sword aura. ”

I nodded, maybe that's it. I asked Ma Daoren, "Will such a big crack in the ground cause trouble?"

"No, if you don't have the guidance of the Mega Domain Diagram, you won't find out this place, among our ancestors, someone used the power of yin and yang to hide the cluster realm. Even a bird won't find this paradise. ”

"Is there really such a clever spell in the world?"

Ma Daoren smiled: "It's not a good technique, as long as you get it, you will naturally get it." Okay, you can rest well, I'll go take care of other things first. ”

I know that he is going to deal with the aftermath of the old Yin and Yang family. The old Yin and Yang family sacrificed themselves in order to save us, and a wave of debt came to his heart: "I...... Come with you. ”

"No need, you can rest well," Ma Daoren sighed slightly, and said, "Don't mind because of this, he chooses to believe in you, this is his destination." If something comes to me, I won't hesitate. ”

Although I couldn't fully understand what he said, I was still very moved: "Thank you."

"What kind of thanks do you and I talk about, I'll go over first." The man turned and went out.

I sat by the fire to warm myself up a little more. I looked at Xiao Shirong, who was lying motionless on the bed, and couldn't help but move the stove towards him a little. If he dies, I'm really afraid that no one in the world will be able to tell me how to save Xiao Fang.

I sat alone by the fire with nothing to do, and when I saw the luggage that I had left behind in the absence of this line of work, I couldn't help but feel guilty in my heart, and someone as interesting as the great historian was suddenly gone.

Am I friends with them? Maybe they can be called, maybe they can't, they are just Xiao Shirong's subordinates, we are more like temporary partners, but in the end, it is also for my business. I didn't expect that in the first level, our losses would be so huge.

Truth be told, I think about giving up. Xiao Shirong's condition is already half-dead, how long can his mother and Xiao Fang's illness last? We've only gotten one of the so-called artifacts, and who knows what else awaits us?

While I was pondering, the door was pushed open, and the man had already come in with a decoction and a lot of food.

He put things on the table, I thanked him, he asked me if I wanted to help with the medicine, I shook my head, and he went out on his own.

I touched the bowl, it was still very hot, so I ate something to fill my stomach first.

This gas is really cold, although there is a stove, the medicine is still cold very quickly, I can touch it and can breathe, so I will supervise him by Xiao Shirong's bedside. Looking at the puddles of blood on his neck, quilt, and pillow, the scene was quite shocking.

"Hey, wake up, take your medicine." I called out to him, but he didn't move.

I believe that he is not pretending to be asleep at this time, but is really weak to a point.

Many times things are so contradictory, if you don't wake him up, you can't drink medicine, wake him up, and disturb the rest.

After weighing it, I still decided to wake him up, I believe that Ma Daorao is capable, and after drinking the medicine, he will definitely be able to save his life and recover faster.

I gently pushed his head and continued to shout, "Hey, get up and take your medicine, take your medicine and continue to sleep."

After shouting several times, he finally opened his eyes, and there were two hundred reluctances in them.

I didn't want to get up either, so I said, "Forget it, don't move, open your mouth, I'll feed you with a spoon."

He shook his head slightly, still struggling to shake up half of his body, I brought the bowl to his mouth, he exhaled, and then poured the medicine into it in one gulp. Immediately fell apart on the bed again.

I went out and tightened the quilt for him, and then continued to eat. Although I was also physically tired, I didn't feel sleepy after tossing like this.

I walked outside the room, thinking that I was unfamiliar with life, and I had to go to see how the Ma Dao people were doing.

Unexpectedly, there were already many people gathered in the house, and the old Yin-Yang family sat in the center of the room like a statue, just like what we saw when we first came out.

Some people took turns to come forward to worship, and Ma Daoren, Yang Sword and Earth Yin Sword stood aside one by one, watching quietly.

I also knew that each family had its own rules, so it was inconvenient to disturb it, so I went back to my room, lay down on the bed, covered the quilt and wanted to sleep, but there were still many experiences of these two in my mind, it was like a dream.

In this way, while resting, I took care of Xiao Shirong, and when I was bored, I carefully observed Tai'a Jian over and over again.

The days have passed for four or five, and every time he takes medicine on time, Xiao Shirong's body has really recovered and he can walk around on the ground. But he didn't feel the slightest gratitude to me and the Ma Dao people, but he was a person, so it wasn't surprising.

However, he was also very interested in the Tai'a Sword, and although he was injured by the sword qi several times and almost lost his life, he still dared to observe it up close. I think the reason why it's so appealing is probably because it's so legendary and far more so than it is.

"Are we going to continue?" I saw that Xiao Shirong's face had regained its bloody color, so I asked him.

"Nonsense, besides, we can't delay any longer."

"What next, where are the two of us going?"

He shook his head: "If the two of them don't school, I have to go back and bring some people out again."

"I don't think it's necessary, it's just an increase in casualties."

"Hehe, then do you think you can get this sword with just the two of us?"

I was silent for a while, and then asked rhetorically, "Think about it, is there a way to reduce unnecessary casualties?" I don't want to take so many innocent lives again. ”

He shook his head: "None of our ancestors have ever entered those two mausoleums, how can we know what it looks like inside?"

Dan Cemetery...... Mausoleum of Emperor Qin...... Emperor Qin's Mausoleum?! I suddenly realized something, and I had an idea.

"What do you think of?" Xiao Shirong saw my reaction and asked hurriedly.

But I quickly calmed down, because I felt that it was impossible.

"Mr. Shen, the person who took me and Xiao Fang for an internship, his biggest dream in this life is to excavate the tomb of Emperor Qin, he must have research results, but ......"

"But what?"

"I don't know the bottom of my heart, with his personality and beliefs, nine times out of ten he will not agree to let us rob the tomb, even if he doesn't take other burial goods."

"It's man-made, and I think it's worth giving it a try when I have such an opportunity."

I thought about it for a long time, anyway, it's already like this, and even if I confess to him, he won't denounce us if he doesn't cooperate.

So after discussing with Xiao Shirong, I decided to go back to his house first and bring some people out, and then go to the school to find Mr. Shen, and then go to A Yu

If I had been going to City A before, I would have to inform the big waist. But this time it was different, and it even became an opposition between officials and bandits, and I had to sigh at the impermanence of fate. However, at least, he can go back to Xiao's house to take a look at Xiao Fang.

Soon, it was the day of the burial of the old Yin and Yang family, and this "grandeur" made me have to participate - except for Xiao Shirong, who can really shake off his face, everyone in the village went out to see him off for the last time.

On top of the snow, paper money and white flags are flying, but they are in harmony with the environment. The body of the old Yin and Yang family is still sitting, and it is still carried by the two of them, and the Ma Dao people are chattering in front of them, and it stands to reason that no one is more professional than them.

After a short walk, we arrived at a cemetery. Even though it's covered in snow, I'm pretty sure, because there's no place like a cemetery that tickles the instincts of a goldsmith lover like a cemetery. I think that the people buried here should be their people, all of whom are from the Yin and Yang family. The boss is here, and he won't be alone.

He and I didn't say a few words or see each other a few times during the whole time of knowing each other, although I was very touched by him saving me, but these few quiet thoughts still made me feel that the reason for this is not simple. But it has come to this, and the dead are greater, and I still respectfully worship him.