||->-> Chapter 478 of the text is dead

The rockery formation of Sanmao Palace is the original Qimen ** formation of the Maoshan Sect, and most of them are arranged on the spot using mountain stones. From the outside, it looks unremarkable, but when you enter the formation, you will immediately have illusions such as the sky is dark, the mountains are undulating, and the peaks are inserted into the sky.

At the beginning, on the spy mountain on the outskirts of Tianfu City, Ding Ermiao used this formation method to trap Zhong Haoran, the head of Feiyun Dao.

But the formation in front of him is slightly different. There was no aura of slaughter and distress in the formation, but it was even more confusing.

Seeing the rockery array of Sanmao Palace, Ding Ermiao and Wu Zhanzhan did not hesitate to find their way. Gu Qinglan obviously followed behind Ding Ermiao, but when she saw Ding Ermiao bypassing a mountain rock, she disappeared from sight.

In the center of the formation, under a large stone one person high, an old man with a burly figure and a powerful face sat cross-legged, motionless. Needless to say, it was Wu Zhanzhan's master, Long Shuanghuo.

Long Shuanghuo was shot in the chest, and blood stained his clothes. Although he has long been killed, a pair of tiger eyes are still round, and the murderous aura is not dispersed, like a god.

"Master......!" Wu Zhanzhan cried, his legs had weakened, and he crawled away on his knees. [Wan_book_bar] novel wanshuba.com

On the other side of this big rock, the withered and thin Qiu Sanpoor also sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. His face was as usual, smiling slightly, and he still had half a cigarette in his mouth.

However, Qiu Sanqi did not see any gunshot wounds on his body, and his appearance was intact.

Ding Ermiao threw himself over, knelt on the ground, tears welling up: "Master! ”

Three months ago, I plotted against my master with diarrhea medicine and stole down the mountain with all the magic weapons. Who knows, that descent turned out to be a farewell!

Wu Zhanzhan and Ding Ermiao were crying in the dark in the formation, and Gu Qinglan was wandering around in the formation, only hearing his voice and not seeing him. I heard their voices in my ears, but I couldn't see anyone when I looked for them.

"Ermiao, Zhanzhan, where are you?" Gu Qinglan was anxious and shouted loudly.

Gu Qinglan was not anxious because she couldn't find the way, but because, when she heard Wu Zhanzhan's crying grief, she couldn't come forward to persuade her, so she was anxious.

"Sister Lan, this way." In the bushes behind him, Ding Ermiao suddenly turned around, startling Gu Qinglan.

Ding Ermiao took Gu Qinglan's hand, walked her into the formation, and snorted towards Wu Zhanzhan.

Gu Qinglan naturally understood, walked over, squatted down beside Wu Zhanzhan, pulled Wu Zhanzhan's arm, and persuaded him gently. What kind of people can't be resurrected after death, the festival mourns and changes, the old-timers hoe and punish evil, and die more heavily than Mount Tai, clichés, what you want to persuade......

Relatively speaking, Ding Ermiao is much stronger. After all, it's a big man, and if he has tears, he doesn't flick it, and he only flicks it for a while.

After roaring, Ding Ermiao wiped his tears, kowtowed to his master, stood up and asked Gu Qinglan for a fire, re-lit half of the cigarette in his master's mouth, and stood aside silently.

When half of the cigarette on Master's mouth burned out, Ding Ermiao put Master's body flat on the ground to check the cause of Master's death. It is also strange to say that Qiu Sanqi has been dead for many days, and his body has no signs of decay at all, and even has a slight residual temperature, and it is not stiff.

Unbuttoning Master's clothes, Ding Ermiao found that the bronze gossip gossip mirror that the master was originally wearing on his chest was gone, leaving only a small piece of the mirror nose with a rope.

Looking at Master's chest again, although the skin was not broken, it was red and swollen.

After a little thought, Ding Ermiao understood. Master was shot in the chest with a shot in the mirror, and was injured by the tremendous force of the impact, and then died.

This piece of white mirror is a hidden thing that the master has always worn on his body. Unexpectedly, at the last moment, he still helped the master resist a bullet and left a whole corpse for the master.

On the other side of the big stone, Wu Zhanzhan was still making a loud noise, and Gu Qinglan couldn't help persuading him.

After a long time, Wu Zhanzhan was also tired of crying, and under Gu Qinglan's persuasion, he gradually stopped crying.

Ding Ermiao walked over, walked to the body of his uncle Long Shuanghuo, knelt on his knees, and kowtowed three times.

While kowtowing, Ding Ermiao repented in his heart, the last time he was in the mountain city, he joined forces with Li Weinian and Lin Xiruo to spoof Long Shuanghuo, which was indeed excessive. I hope that Uncle Shi Quanxia will know and forgive himself for his rudeness.

Seeing Ding Ermiao kowtowing in front of his master, Wu Zhanzhan thought about it, and the second master was still there. came and did not be rude, Wu Zhanzhan turned over there again, and kowtowed to the master and uncle, expressing the respect and condolences of the younger generation.

At this time, Ding Ermiao carefully looked at Long Shuanghuo's remains.

Long Shuanghuo can be described as dead, his eyes are wide open, and his face is full of murderous anger.

Ding Ermiao sighed, stretched out his hand, helped Uncle Shi close his eyes, and said:

"Uncle Shi, rest in peace for your old man. In the Valley of the Savages, all the women who were brought have been rescued, and the Savages have suffered the consequences of their own evil and the whole army has been destroyed. The enemy Tan Daoren has also been buried in the Savage Valley. The younger sister is smart and upright, and there are successors to the uncle, so you can smile at Jiuquan......"

Closing Uncle Shi's eyes, Ding Ermiao knew that Uncle Shi's body was also very "fresh", as if he had just breathed.

Flattening Long Shuanghuo's body, Ding Ermiao unwrapped Long Shuanghuo's package, took out a change of clothes from it and tore it open, and wanted to bandage Long Shuanghuo's wounds.

Although the bandaging is a little late now, it is better to bandage than to be bloody like this.

"I'll come ......" Wu Zhanzhan walked over, took the strip of rag in Ding Ermiao's hand, carefully wiped the blood on the master's chest, and began to bandage it lightly, as if the master was still alive, for fear of touching the master.

The more Gu Qinglan looked at it, the more suspicious she became, and asked Ding Ermiao in a low voice, "Ermiao, when did the two old men die?" How...... The blood stains of the dragon's predecessors haven't dried yet? ”

"According to the time calculation, it has been more than ten days since the death of Master and Uncle. But my master and uncle are both a generation of ghost hunting masters, and they are naturally proficient in the way of feng shui. Ding Ermiao looked around, pointed with his finger and said:

"Before they died, they chose this feng shui treasure land with endless circulation of earth qi to keep the temperature of the body from dropping, and set up this maze, which can not only prevent wild beasts from entering, but also gather the true qi of heaven and earth to keep the body from rotting."

In fact, Ding Ermiao had a faint guess in his heart. Uncle Long Shuanghuo should have died of anger not long after being shot. And because the master had a goggle to block bullets, he was not angry at that time. Then, the master took the body of his uncle and arranged the formation here.

Without Master's care, Uncle Shi's body would not have been so "fresh".

But Ding Ermiao can't say this. As soon as he said it, it seemed that his uncle was not as good as his master, and Wu Zhanzhan must be unhappy. Master and uncle have been fighting all their lives, and Wu Zhanzhan naturally knows it.

"So that's the case, it's really a senior master, a generation of grandmasters."

Gu Qinglan nodded, and asked again: "Er Miao, I don't know what you and Zhanzhan plan to do with the golden bodies of the two old-timers?" ”