The past is like smoke and a dream

It's people who are ghosts and demons

Ghost Gate Song carefully fumbled for the bronze mask, and after a while he said slowly: "The first condition is that she wants my brother not to talk to people in this life. ”

"What? Don't talk to anyone for the rest of your life? Li Suna said in surprise.

"Yes! You can't talk to anyone for the rest of your life. Ghost Gate Song said.

He ...... He ...... "Li Suna wanted to ask" Did he agree?" But when the words came to her mouth, she suddenly realized that her words were complete nonsense, so she swallowed back and said, "He really did it." What are the other two conditions? ”

"The second condition is that I must give her the only artifact I brought out of it." Ghost Gate Song stroked the mask and said.

"You brought this mask out of that tomb?" Liu Junxiao asked.

"That's right!" Ghost Gate Song nodded and said.

"No wonder those guys let me bring this to you. So what is the last condition? Liu Junxiao asked.

"The last one is to keep me here waiting for you to come, and then tell you everything I know." Ghost Gate Song said word by word.

"That's why you asked Zhang Chengyong to call us back?" Liu Junxiao asked.

"That's right!" Ghost Gate Song nodded.

Mysteries are often like a mess, and sometimes as soon as you find one of the threads, many things begin to be clarified little by little, and many seemingly unreasonable things begin to gradually reveal their original appearance.

However, some people can quickly find the thread, while others remain in a mystery.

The mysteries were like a thick fog that lingered around them for a long time, and the people at the center of the mysteries were like drowning people, unable to breathe, unable to extricate themselves, and even gradually feeling hopeless.

Xiao Liu has this feeling now, countless things that are often unclear, and he is almost breathless.

Why did Lao Wu and Leng Lao San do this?

Who are they working for?

Who is that black-robed guy?

It was Lao Zhou who asked them to come here this time, could it be that Lao Zhou also has a problem?

And who was that woman they had seen before?

What kind of Templar organization is that?

What exactly do they want to do?

Xiao Liu closed his eyes and thought about all this in his mind, but the more he thought about it, the more chaotic he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't find a clue.

He didn't know what to do, or even how to get out of here.

The only thing he could do now was wait.

But what was he waiting for?

Is it waiting for everything to fall into its own hands?

Or wait for death to come?

He didn't know.

The only thing he knew now was that there was a man walking towards him little by little.

He didn't move, trying to keep his breathing steady and make it look like he was still unconscious.

He didn't know who was coming towards him, that person's steps were very light, he couldn't hear who it was, but he knew and felt that the person who came was full of murderous aura, a murderous aura as sharp as a knife.

"I'm sorry, brother!" A voice said coldly. "I can't help it."

It was Leng Laosan who spoke, his voice was cold, but the short knife in his hand was even colder, and when he said the last few words, the short knife in his hand swung and cut Xiao Liu's legs.

And at the moment when the short knife slashed Xiao Liu's legs, Xiao Liu Meng's full body strength rolled out on the spot and rolled out.

The knife slashed against the outside of his thigh, bringing up a splash of blood.

Although this knife was not fatal, it still made a palm-sized cut in Xiao Liu's leg, and the blood stained Xiao Liu's pants red in an instant.

"Why are you doing this?" Xiao Liu turned over and tried to stand up, but his legs were weak and he almost fell.

Xiao Liu struggled to stand up and shouted, "Seventh sister, are they ......?"

"You're right, Seventh Sister, Scholar, Detective, and those guys are all done by me and Lao Wu." Leng Laosan stared at Xiao Liu and said coldly.

"Why? Why? Xiao Liu shouted heartbreakingly.

"Haven't you heard that people die for money, and birds die for food? Follow Lao Zhou to do my whole life as a tomb robber, I don't want to be just a thief, I don't want to, I don't want to! The last few words of Leng Laosan were almost shouted.

Just after his last three words, his people had already rushed over, and at this time he had completely lost the strength of his previous inconvenience.

Leng Laosan's knife technique has always been a school of its own, he holds the knife back, sticks the back of the knife tightly to the outside of his arm, and draws a weird arc with each knife.

After a few masks, Xiao Liu still had four or five more wounds on his body, and the blood almost dyed him red in an instant.

Xiao Liu was unarmed, he couldn't attack for a while, and he couldn't defend it, so he could only retreat again and again, and gradually he retreated to the bottom of the first stone pillar.

Seeing this, Leng Laosan sneered in his heart, shook his left hand, and made a knife flower with his right hand, turning the tip of the knife and stabbing Xiao Liu's left lower abdomen.

Xiao Liu was shocked, but it was too late to dodge, and in desperation, he closed his eyes and could only wait for death.

But just when the tip of the knife was about to pierce his lower abdomen, there was a sudden sound of "dang", and then, there was a "click", and the short knife in Leng Laosan's hand fell to the ground for some reason.

"Who?" Leng Laosan said loudly to the side in surprise.

"Don't be so surprised, I'm just an old guy." An old voice came from the darkness not far away.

"Who are you? If you have the ability to come out, don't pretend to be a ghost anywhere. Leng Lao San scolded.

"I'm not pretending to be a ghost, my old man just doesn't want you to take the lives of the two of them." The old voice said slowly. "Hey, I said that kid, I advise you not to move, and it's best not to mess around......"

The voice spoke very slowly, but every word was like a sharp blade, nailing Wu Fan, who was about to sneak attack from the side, to the ground like a nail.

And the person who pinned him to the place, in addition to that person, was a big yellow dog that came out of the darkness not far away.

Jiro.

This big yellow dog with bared teeth and whining from time to time in his mouth is Daddy Zhao's Erlang.

Since Erlang is here, the old voice must be Daddy Zhao.

Sure enough, behind Erlang, an old man in ragged clothes walked in, his upper body was almost naked, there was an obvious gunshot wound on his left heart, a tattered straw hat on his head, a white bowl in his left hand, and an oversized cigarette pouch in his right hand.

Zhao ...... Daddy Zhao? Wu Fan was surprised when he saw Father Zhao, and he didn't know what to say for a while, but he just said blindly: "You...... Why are you here? ”

"I've been here for more than twenty years, just to wait for you." Father Zhao looked at Leng Laosan and Wu Fan and said coldly.

"Wait...... Waiting for us? Wu Fan said in surprise.

"Twenty years ago, the Nine Infant Dragon Tomb under this Muji Village was discovered for the first time, at that time, my master and I were bought by several British explorers to show them the way, our group of nine people entered here, along the way we saw countless treasures, countless gold and jade, countless fantasy scenes, but the three white old ghosts were not interested in the slightest, they just wanted to enter the Dragon Tomb and bring out the ...... from it" Father Zhao gritted his teeth and said: "Bring out that Toth disc." ”

"You ended up killing them all?" Wu Fan asked tremblingly.

Father Zhao shook his head and sighed, "I didn't kill them, but they almost killed me." Outside the dragon mound, they suddenly made a move on us, and my master and other people died inside, but fortunately, my heart was born different from ordinary people, and it grew on the right side, so I survived. When I woke up, there was no one alive in the dragon mound, and two people died in the white old ghost, probably caused by the uneven distribution of spoils later! And the funny thing is that the Toth disc is still in its place, and it doesn't move. ”

When Father Zhao said this, he smiled helplessly and shook his head, "Creating people makes people!" Creation makes people! So I've been here since then, and I know you're not going to give up on this Toth disc, and you'll definitely come back to get it, but what I didn't expect was that I was waiting for more than twenty years. ”

"But what does this have to do with us?" Wu Fan asked loudly: "We don't know those white old ghosts, and we are not the ones who killed your master!" ”

"Who said it had nothing to do with you?" Father Zhao knocked on the big cigarette pouch and said, "The person who talked to the two of you just now is the white old ghost who survived back then, how do you explain this?" ”

"This ...... This ......," Wu Fan said with wide eyes.

"Don't be nervous, child, I don't want your life when I tell you about these things, I'm going to make a deal with the two of you." Father Zhao squatted down and touched Erlang's head.

"Deal? What is the deal? Leng Laosan said coldly.

"I want to exchange your lives for the lives of the two of them, what do you think?" Father Zhao said with a smile. Although he was smiling on his mouth, there was no trace of a smile in his eyes, and there was even a trace of killing intent.

"One life for another, justice!" Leng Laosan said lightly.

"Naturally, it's fair." Daddy Zhao nodded and said, "Then we have made a deal?" ”

"Naturally, it is a transaction, and exchanging one's own life for the lives of two unrelated people is naturally accounting." Leng Laosan said this very slowly, especially when he said three irrelevant words, he said it even more slowly.

And these three words really stimulated Xiao Liu on the side, he rushed over, grabbed Leng Laosan by the collar, and said loudly: "What irrelevant people? Who are the irrelevant people? Our seven brothers have always been like brothers and sisters, how did we become irrelevant people? Third brother, what's wrong with you? Old Wu, what's wrong with you? ”

Xiao Liu shouted hysterically, but none of the few people present listened to his words in their ears, they were all thinking about their own affairs and thinking about the account in their hearts.