The three of them crossed the Pont Neuf, went up to the Île de la Cité, and arrived at Notre Dame Cathedral in a short distance.

Ouyang Anna looked up at the towering doorway in the middle, called "The Last Judgment". She struggled to tilt her neck, and countless figure sculptures were piled up like flowers. The angel holds a scale, and everyone's soul weighs in - the noble go to heaven to the left, and the inferior to the right to hell.

Step into the spacious halls of Notre-Dame and there will be 1,500 seats alone. Anna went to the front, knelt in front of the statue of the Virgin Mary, drew a cross on her chest, and prayed that every Chinese would not suffer again.

Qin Beiyang led them up the stairs. No one has a tower that has fallen into disrepair for a long time, only a non-existent iron gate. Climb the stairs and enter the world of Quasimodo. Anna looked out at the stone sculptures of the small monsters in all directions of the tower, overlooking the Seine River below, and the Eiffel Tower directly in front of it.

The four-winged angel hides in the secret room to protect the nine colors, and the two tomb beasts have the same illness and seem to have become friends. Li Longsheng looked at them in amazement, as if he had fallen into a medieval museum, or an ancient cemetery palace of the Tang Dynasty.

Qin Beiyang tore off the mustache on his mouth and hugged Jiu Se tightly, his glass-colored eyes became more and more dim. When the wounds on its abdomen and back were opened, there were sporadic fluids oozing out, causing the owner's tears to fall on the spot......

"An anti-aircraft shell penetrated its body, destroying both the living organs and the bronze shell."

"It's a living being?"

"Well, Nine Colors is the only living grave beast."

Li Longsheng was suspicious, turned on all lighting tools such as flashlights, horse lanterns, and candles, and carefully checked the damage to Jiuse. He asked why he couldn't be outside in the sun, there was no one else in the tower anyway. Qin Beiyang said that the tomb beast was afraid of the sun, and it was better to be in the secret room, which could restore the environment of the underground palace.

After a while, Li Longsheng's clothes and face were stained with oil and even "blood", he took out a few pieces of metal, and said with a solemn face: "If it was an animal, it would have died a long time ago." If it is a machine, it has also been scrapped and cannot be used. If it's a 'soul machine', maybe there's a 1 percent chance I'll save it. ”

"As long as you can save the nine colors, great kindness and great virtue, you will never forget!"

"Obviously not here, unless it is transported across the English Channel to the laboratories of the University of Cambridge." Li Longji touched the nine-colored red mane, "It can't withstand such a toss!" ”

Anna remembered something: "The other day, Giuseppe Caproni was released by the French military, and he found an abandoned farm on the outskirts of Paris to develop a flying machine with Chanco, which was very hidden, and there were many machines and equipment, which might be useful to the Nine Colors. ”

"How do you know?"

"Caproni took me on a motorcycle." Anna didn't say that she rejected the Italian courtship that day, "I just wanted to see if there was anything I could do to help you." ”

"Giuseppe Caproni? The hero of air combat of the Italian Caproni aircraft company? Li Longsheng had also heard of this name, "You can try it." However, it's still an old question, how do you transport the nine colors over? ”

Qin Beiyang patted the four-winged angel tomb beast that was waiting for him: "It has two pairs of wings." ”

Li Longsheng showed an incredible expression, as if he was surrounded by a group of steampunk madmen.

As soon as he turned around, the light shone on a line of text in the corner of the secret room—

'ANAΓKH

"It's ...... Greek? ”

"Dr. Li, this seems to have been carved on the wall hundreds of years ago, what does it mean?"

In the secret room of the tower of Notre Dame Cathedral, Li Longsheng twisted his eyebrows and gently spit out two words-

"Fate! If I'm not mistaken, Victor Hugo saw the Greek word 'fate' in this tower and wrote the great Notre-Dame de Paris. ”

"This is also the fate of the Tomb Beasts."

Qin Beiyang thoughtfully touched the nine colors, looked at the iron door deep in the secret room of the tower, and buried the sarcophagus of the first generation of the Great Venerable of the Artisan Alliance, the Chinese Qin Jin.

They divided into two routes, Li Longsheng and Ouyang Anna took a carriage and went to the suburban forest to find the Italian Caproni.

Qin Beiyang had to wait until after dark.

Before the Tomb Beast could awaken, the stonework on the tower of Notre Dame Cathedral moved first. The stone sculpture of the monster with its cheeks thinking happily flapped its wings and flew in the night sky of Paris, and turned its head to glare at Qin Beiyang.

Then, he and Nine-Colored mounted the Four-Winged Angel Tomb Beast and hid among the four wings.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and there are no stars. The four-winged angel has bat-like navigation, and the night does not disorient it. Qin Beiyang carried the Tang knife on his back, and kept giving orders with words, while caressing the nine colors whose life was hanging by a thread......

Flying through the air over Paris, deep in the forest of Compiègne, three zigzag points of light lit up, and it was Anna who was navigating them. The four-winged angel town grave beast swooped down, and sure enough, there was a clearing, and slowly landed on the abandoned farmstead.

Qin Beiyang turned over and jumped down, carefully hugging Jiu Se down. Italians Caproni, Chanco and Li Longsheng all came to help.

"Nine colors!"

Suddenly, Qin Beiyang shouted loudly and slapped the head of the town's tomb beast hard, and the glass-colored eyeballs completely dimmed, as if the oil had run out of lamps. He put his head on the nine-colored chest, and he could no longer feel the heat, and the thousand-year spirit stones were all cooled. The red mane is beginning to wither, the white coat is falling down, and more fluid is coming out of its belly - the Tomb Beast's water of life?

Qin Beiyang was already depressed, tears and snot were down, and he was at a loss for what to do while holding Jiuse. Li Longsheng checked the injury of the tomb beast again, and even measured its temperature, but it had lost its so-called vital signs, and it did not respond to external stimuli.

Anna also knelt in front of Jiuse and sobbed, remembering the first time she saw it, the Dharma Mountain on the sea in Hongkou, Shanghai, her family's private museum, the unearthed cultural relics of the Tang Dynasty Tomb in Bailuyuan, majestic, with antlers on its head and scaly armor, the priceless young Qilin Town Tomb Beast. If it were still a bronze statue that had not changed for 1,200 years, and the underworld weapon that guarded the underground palace, it would not have the "death" it has today. It will break out of the six reincarnations of humans and animals, and return to silence with heaven and earth and mountains and rivers until the final judgment.

It's a pity, it's a living thing, a living tomb beast, a lifeform from another era, an ancient divine beast that has long been extinct. There is life and there is death. Although the turtle is long-lived, there is still a time! The 1,200-year-old auspicious beast is going to die after all.

"I'm sorry, we're still a step late. If it can be brought back to life, it will probably not be physics, but the power of spirituality. ”

Li Longsheng squatted in Qin Beiyang's ear and said, almost adding a sentence of "festival mourning and change".

Deep in the forest on the outskirts of Paris, Anna wiped her tears and looked up at the moon escaping from the shackles of the thick clouds, like a yellow halo on the fan of the clouds, gently wandering with the scent of souls.

Nine colors are dead......

Qin Beiyang wanted to cry without tears.

In the moonlight, holding the nine-colored cold corpse, this mass of bronze and hair wrapped in the life of the divine beast, he could almost hear the sound of his heart breaking in half, this is the sadness of losing his loved ones, the pain that can no longer be reversed deep into the bone marrow. The rabbit died and the fox was sad, and the four-winged angel town tomb beast also drooped down its four wings and squatted beside the nine colors and wailed.

He regretted it a little, if he stayed in the tower of Notre Dame Cathedral, accompanied by the souls of Qin Jin, the first generation of the Great Venerable of the Craftsmen Alliance, Quasimodo, the bell ringer, and Esmeranda, the gypsy girl, Jiuse would not be able to live a few more days? And flying over Paris on the back of the four-winged angel, instead depleting the last bit of its vitality? Just like the autumn wind in Wuzhang Plain, the reckless Wei Yan broke into the big tent and let the wind blow out Zhuge Kongming's oil lamp to continue his life?

"Beiyang, don't be too sad, let go of the nine colors." Ouyang Anna herself cried into tears, and was still comforting him, "Take care of your body!" ”

"Even if the nine colors are dead, my time is short."

"Fart! Qin Beiyang, you must live well! Could it be that in your heart, the Tomb Beast is more important than me? ”

He replied with a blank look, "Anna, if it weren't for the Nine Colors, we wouldn't have met." ”

Ouyang Anna couldn't refute it - two years ago, she had to find a craftsman to repair the tomb beast of the young Qilin Town, so she met Qin Beiyang. Jiuse is the matchmaker between the two of them, which completely changed the fate of the two people.

"People can't be resurrected after death, and the same is true for the tomb beasts, Beiyang, wake up quickly."

"You don't understand, it's not a kitten or puppy you had when you were a kid...... I was born under the underground palace of the Tang Dynasty tomb in Bailuyuan. Nine colors is the tomb beast of the little prince Li Longqi, who watched me be born with his own eyes and protected me from the disturbing world. It is also my protector and a part of my destiny. ”

Li Longsheng overheard all the conversations, and was surprised that Qin Beiyang had such a strange background, and he also persuaded: "Since you are a tomb beast, you will eventually return to the tomb, where did you come from, where do you go back." ”

"Where did it come from? Where to go back? This sentence reminded Qin Beiyang to stroke the dead town tomb beast in his arms, "Let's go back to China!" The nine colors should be buried in the hometown, at the foot of the South Mountain, on the White Deer Plain, in the tomb of the Tang Dynasty, and in the underground palace of the little prince. ”

Anna shook her head again and again: "Beiyang, you are already overly sad and dizzy, where can we do it?" ”

"Qingshan buries loyal bones everywhere, why do you need to return the body of the horse leather?"

Qian Ke also interjected, using one of Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems".

"You mean, bury the Nine Colors in Paris?"