After listening to the messenger, I knew something must be wrong. Tian Tian is not the kind of person who is idle and has nothing to do, since she called me over, she has her reasons.

"I'll take a look, and if something happens, maybe I'll be able to help." Changshou straightened his clothes and followed me out of the tent.

The messenger drove us towards the east side of the camp, and the car was driving very fast, and after about four or five kilometers I saw another car of theirs.

The people in the group gathered in a heap, standing near the car, whispering something. When our car stopped, they were silent. However, when I got out of the car, I always felt that these people looked at me a little strangely.

Standing on the other side of the car every day, I walked over and saw a person lying at her feet. I guess it was a dead man, with a dress covering his face.

"Is something wrong?"

"When we got here, we found this man." Tian Tian squatted down, lifted the clothes covering the face of the person on the ground, and said, "I can't tell, I can only let you see for yourself." ”

When I saw this person, I immediately understood why the people in the team looked at me with such strange eyes.

The man covered by his clothes is dead, but he looks exactly like me. Every day, including the people in her team, may not have experienced this kind of thing, and when they see two people who seem to be completely indistinguishable, they can't understand or accept it.

In an instant, my legs seemed to go limp, and I sat on the ground with my ass. This man is dead, but I can tell that he is a sick person.

A feeling that is cool from the soles of the feet to the heart spreads rapidly in the mind. Looking at a patient is like seeing your own corpse in front of you.

Didn't he quit? Didn't you leave? Before he left, he said goodbye to me. He should have realized that he knew what he needed and what he didn't need, and he would rather ask for nothing, wander the world alone, and live a plain and peaceful life.

But why did he appear in Ren Ang? Why did he die?

Every day when they found the patient's body, they probably didn't move and waited for me to come. The patient had a dried blood stain on his forehead, and the blood was sticking to his hair.

The people in the team couldn't figure out what was going on, and Changshou couldn't figure it out, so he looked at me and asked in a low voice, "Does this person have anything to do with you?" ”

"I know him, I just know him......"

Changshou didn't say anything, squatted down and slowly examined the patient's body. The patient had a deep wound in his chest, and the blood had soaked through his shirt.

At this time, I couldn't even squat, and I was like having an anxiety disorder, fidgeting and feeling tired. He helped me up every day and let me sit in the passenger seat.

"Drink a little and refresh yourself." She handed over a can of Red Bull, but my hands were shaking and I couldn't even open the can. Tian Tian helped me open it, and after I took two sips, she said: "The first time I met you, it was an accident, I didn't expect to know you, I don't know if you believe my words." The first time I saw you, I felt that you were different from the Mediterranean, and even from other people, you are not simple, you have a story. ”

"I don't really like this story." It took a lot of effort for me to recover somewhat, and the impact of the patient's death was beyond words.

He is like a mirror, and when you see him, you see me as if you see me. What he has experienced, I have experienced, the path he walked, I am also walking. But now that he is dead in Ren Ang, I seem to be able to see my own end.

"Don't worry, I won't ask you what's going on, because everyone has their own secrets, big or small." Tian Tian shook my still trembling hand: "The people in the team will not talk about it." ”

I sat in the passenger seat for about ten minutes, and Changshou stood up and waved his hand at me.

"Someone killed him." Changshou pointed to the patient's chest, which was completely soaked in blood, and said, "Only this fatal wound, a knife kills, and the murderous knife is removed, otherwise, he may not die so quickly." ”

"It's impossible to find clues about the murderer." I shook my head, the patient himself is not an ordinary person, he has been chased and intercepted by people for so long, and he can still escape calmly, the person who can kill him must not be an ordinary person, the murderer should have made full preparations and wiped out all the clues that can be eliminated.

"Yes, there are no clues, but one thing, I can assure." Changshou said: "This murderer is very powerful, and his heart is very ruthless, look here." ”

Changshou took a bottle of water, poured out a little, and wiped the dried blood on the patient's forehead. After the blood was wiped away, I saw that there was a button on the top of the patient's forehead.

It wasn't a button, it was a nail, like this one, which I had seen in the nameless ancient city near Ta'er Lake, and I had two in my collection.

However, there is still a slight difference between the nail on the patient's forehead and the nail found in the nameless ancient city. The nail in front of me was not cast in immortal bronze, the nail looked like black iron, and the nail cap had a slightly twisted pattern on it.

The nail was driven directly into the bone, and it could not be pulled out. Changshou asked me if I wanted to take the nail off, and I was so confused that I had no idea at all.

The people in the longevity search team asked for a toolbox, took a pair of pliers, and removed the iron nail from the patient's forehead little by little. The cap of the nail is large, but it is short.

The nails were hexagonal and pointed, and when the blood on the cap had been completely wiped off, I saw the distorted pattern, as if it were an exaggerated grimace.

"Longevity, do you know this kind of nail?"

"The deceased should have learned secret techniques such as translocation, so even if he dies, his consciousness will not disappear for a while. In order to completely extinguish his mouth, the person who killed him sealed his consciousness with this nail. ”

"Is there a way to resolve it?"

"There is no way, his consciousness may not have completely disappeared now, but he is sealed very dead, there is no way to dissolve it, and when his body begins to decompose, his consciousness will also be scattered together, and in the end, it is equivalent to the destruction of form and spirit." Changshou slowly looked at the nail and said, "It's just a little bit that I think is very unexpected. ”

"What?"

"This nail was forged by us elephant males." Changshou explained in a whisper: "The pattern on the nail hat is a fierce god in the legend of Zhangxiong, called Ghost Swallow, which specializes in devouring people's souls. As far as I know, apart from Zhangxiong's ghost devouring nails, there is no magic weapon that can extinguish the consciousness of killing. ”

I understand the idea of longevity, he always believes that his family is the last family in the world with Zhangxiong blood, and after the family members have died, he has become the last Zhangxiong. Everything about Zhangxiong has disappeared, and if it weren't for those Zhangxiong books that have been passed down from generation to generation, Changshou would not know the history of Zhangzhung as well as some rumors.

But now, someone uses Zhangxiong's ghost swallowing nails to kill people and kill people, and longevity is at a loss, he can't understand who is the person and where he obtained such a long-lost Zhangxiong secret technique.

"Something is gone, maybe not so completely." I knew in my heart that Zhangxiong had not completely disappeared from this world, even if the traces left were very faint, there were still traces. Banda Jue is also the secret art of the ancient Zhangxiong, after Zhangxiong disappeared for so many years, there are more than one or two people who can Panda Jue.

Some of the clues that were sealed in my mind gradually became clearer. I'm sure Changshou is definitely not the last elephant-male in this world. Both Lu Fangding and Zhao Sanyuan will use Banda Jue, and their Panda Jue was taught by that Anonymous Sect more than twenty years ago.

Anonymous, 100% Elephant Male.

"I don't know what your relationship with the deceased is, but I think ......" Changshou looked at me silently, and reminded me in a whisper: "The time of the deceased's death was probably five or six hours ago. In five or six hours, the murderer can escape, and we can't catch up, I just think that if the murderer is really gone, it may be a good thing, if he hasn't left......"

I didn't say it thoroughly, but I got it. It's because the patient is exactly the same as me, and Changshou subconsciously feels that after the murderer kills the patient, he will take me as the next target.

"Life and death have a fate....... I don't have the idea of hiding or escaping, if the murderer escapes, this place is safe, if the murderer is still hiding, then no matter where I hide, I can't avoid the pursuit of the other party.

What I'm concerned about now is why the sick are killed. After all, he once walked the path I am walking now, and not only did we look and have similar personalities, but even our fates seemed to be customized in batches. There are some questions that I have to ponder.

Changshou examined the body very carefully, and except for the ghost nail, the murderer did not leave anything behind. I can't think of a motive or reason why the murderer killed the patient.

However, after thinking about it for a while, I thought I could push it back. The murderer's purpose in killing the patient should be related to the patient's purpose in suddenly coming to Ren Ang this time. If the purpose of the patient's visit to Ren Ang can be known, then it is very likely that the murderer's motive for killing him can be deduced.

I'm sure the patient must have come to me, because he knew that I would follow the information and clues provided by the blind fortune teller to Ren Ang to find the ruins of the Dapeng Silver City.

He came to me, what was he doing?

The patient was already planning to withdraw from this matter completely, and it was impossible for him to come to Ren Ang to help me. I raised my eyes and looked around, the desolate and vast plateau seemed like a forbidden area of life.

Looking at the no-man's land with no end in sight, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in my mind.

I can probably guess what the patient is doing when he comes to Ren Ang.