114. The repression of death

A compromise?

Yan Jun's words were like a bolt of lightning flashing through the minds of the two of them, as if they had ignited something.

That's right, Sanzi's eyes lit up, why did he go all the way to the dark.

It's all come to this point, and it's really unwilling to give up halfway, but it's an indisputable fact that the manpower is seriously damaged, and the situation is unclear and the dilemma is a dilemma.

"Master Cao, I think Master Yan's method is feasible."

After quickly going through Yan Jun's words in his mind, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it would work, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Cao Qing, rubbing his hands and looking excited.

"Why don't you give it a try?"

"Then listen to Master Yan."

Cao Qing hummed, in fact, he was also making a choice in his heart, but unlike the third son, there was one thing he had not changed from beginning to end, and visiting the tomb must be the first.

It's just that standing in his position, there are more things to consider, not to mention finding the Ming Weapon at the moment, even the main tomb of King Chu Jing has not been found, and there are such big casualties in the team, the pressure on him can be imagined.

"Okay, I'll talk to the guys." Miko grinned.

The third son got up and limped away, looking at him excitedly not at all like an injured patient.

"This kid ......"

Glancing at the back of the third son's departure, Cao Qing couldn't help but shake his head.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he subconsciously moved his gaze to Yan Jun, his eyes flickered, obviously he wanted to say something, but in the end he still didn't say it.

Cao Qing silently took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, the smoke came out from under his nose, covering his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

How could his little action escape Yan Jun's attention, he glanced at Cao Qing secretly, and there was obviously a thick entanglement in his expression under the rushing smoke.

After thinking about it for a while, Yan Jun could probably guess what he wanted to ask.

On the way back from the three of them supporting each other together, he saw this look on Cao Qing's face several times, but because the third son was on the side, he didn't have to ask.

"Uncle Cao, you want to ask about the explosion, right?"

asked him for a cigarette, Yan Jun found that tobacco is indeed a good thing in the past two days, not to mention fatigue and sorrow, a cigarette is easy to say anything.

Hearing his words, Cao Qing was stunned, he really wanted to ask this, and he could be regarded as personally feeling the movement just now.

But he couldn't figure out what kind of thing could cause such a big wave of anger, not only burying hundreds or thousands of vampire bats in the cave, but also the entire tomb almost collapsed.

But he also knows that everyone has a little secret, he doesn't want to expose it, but he can't suppress his curiosity, and it's almost a piece of his heart.

Now that Yan Jun has broken his mind, Cao Qing can only smoke in embarrassment.

"Actually, it's nothing, it's just a little thing."

"Are you kidding me?"

Cao Qing's eyes widened, just the movement that was comparable to an earthquake just now, and it was a gadget, what about a ghost?

However, Yan Jun was reluctant to say, and he didn't want to continue to ask, it was also a good thing for the team to have such a big killing weapon in his hand, at least there was no need to panic when he encountered such a danger again.

"Tell me the truth, Master Yan, how many things do you still have, can you deal with blood corpses?"

"Nope."

"None? You're still addicted, aren't you? ”

"It's really gone, Uncle Cao, you think that thing is a cabbage on a roadside stall."

Yan Jun rolled his eyes, the Dao Gate magic weapon broke the evil bead, and he currently had no other way to get it except by lottery.

"That's a bit difficult to do, most of the guys are injured right now, and it's in trouble when they encounter bloody corpses."

Seeing that Yan Jun didn't look like he was joking, Cao Qing couldn't help but take a few puffs of cigarette hard, and his face could not hide his disappointment.

He knew the horror of the blood corpse, and he originally thought that he didn't have to worry about having the Yan Army's big killing weapon, but now things don't seem to be so simple.

"Uncle Cao, don't worry, I don't have that thing, I also have a way to deal with blood corpses."

Seeing that Cao Qingchou's hair was about to turn white, Yan Jun hesitated, but still gave him a thorough explanation, at least so that he didn't have to worry so much.

"Really? Didn't fool me? ”

Cao Qing frowned, although he couldn't believe it, but with Yan Jun's assurance, Cao Qing naturally felt a lot more at ease.

He now felt more and more that it was a good thing to find Yan Jun to go to the tomb.

The two of them got together and smoked cigarettes, discussed things about the tomb from time to time, and chatted with old rivers and lakes like Cao Qing, and the benefits were definitely not shallow.

When he was talking in a trance, Yan Jun suddenly caught a glimpse of the figure of the third son, with a gloomy face, squatting on the side and smoking silently, looking like he had a mind.

"What's wrong with the third son, why didn't you say a word?"

Yan Jun was a little strange, he remembered that it was quite normal when the third son left just now, how could he go out and be like a frosted eggplant, wilting and not having any energy at all.

"You kid lost his soul? What's going on? ”

Cao Qing also noticed the strangeness of the third son, he was obviously a little wrong, in his impression, the third son has always been calm, in addition to his personality is a little autistic and doesn't like to speak, Chen Jiuye also said that he can always calm down when he encounters trouble, but what's going on now?

He took a few big puffs of cigarette vigorously, and when a blazing burning sensation came from under his chest, Sanzi raised his head, his face gloomy and unspeakably uncomfortable.

The third son glanced at Cao Qing and Yan Jun and said faintly, "Those two guys are dead. ”

"Dead?"

Yan Jun's heart beat wildly, and he glanced at Cao Qing, his face revealing a touch of disbelief.

It's only been a long time, more than half an hour, and you still haven't survived?

"Dead, all dead."

Miko nodded.

He had just gone to see the two fellows, the younger one was only nineteen years old, too young, but he still didn't survive, and he threw his life under this ancient tomb the first time he went to the tomb.

Silent.

Once again, the atmosphere became solemn.

The few people who finally breathed a sigh of relief now looked extremely ugly.

Nine, nine dead.

Thinking of this number, Cao Qing's face was pale, gloomy and almost dripping, and his clenched hands were glowing with a sickly paleness.

I thought that those two brothers could survive at least one of them, but now they still couldn't survive and died here.

"Let's go, go give them a ride."

Finally, it was Yan Jun who broke the oppressive silence.

Walking through the long plank road, the guys probably knew about it, and most of them were a little panicked when they looked at it.

After all, the threat of death looms like a shadow over them all the time, and no one knows who will be next.

The few looked calm, calm to the point of indifference, as if death was a trivial matter to them.

They have long been accustomed to life and death, and pain is a luxury for them.

Seeing this scene, Yan Jun couldn't help but sigh, whether they could survive or not depended on themselves.

Passing over the crowd, he walked directly into the distance, and when he saw the two guys lying on the ground who were already breathless, even though he had already been mentally prepared, Yan Jun's eyes still subconsciously flashed a trace of complexity.

He had only come to see them forty minutes before, and it had only been long before the people were gone.

The words life and death seem to be far away, but in fact, it is only a matter of a blink of an eye.

Yan Jun's gaze swept over the two strange and familiar faces on the ground, this was the first time he had faced a dead person so closely, but there was not the slightest fear and fear in his heart, he was just very sorry and sad.

It's a pity that they didn't survive in the end, and as for the sadness, it was the first time he felt that life was so fragile.