Ah Gong tore off a few pieces of meat from the roasted hare and handed them to me and the old man. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

I looked at this black thing, and I couldn't care if it was clean or not, and I took a bite of it, and it was full of charred tenderness.

I hadn't eaten enough for days, and it was torture for someone like me, who couldn't eat three meals a day.

Seeing that I was so anxious, the old man patted me on the back vigorously and said, "Don't choke on Lao Tzu, it's hard to save"

I gave him a blank look, ate the rabbit meat in three bites and two bites, and smacked my lips after that, which was really delicious.

The two hares were quickly dealt with by us, but the old man did not eat too much, and I saw that he was very thin, and thought that he was not hungry, but when I saw that he left a piece of meat alone and handed it to the lotus tiger.

Lianhu shook his head and said he didn't want to eat it, but the old man still let him gnaw on his stomach.

I didn't know what was going on, so I asked him, "Didn't you say that he couldn't eat meat, but only blood?" ”

"Hare meat can replenish the spirit, and if you cast a spell on me, you can naturally eat it" The old man touched his chin and said, "But he doesn't have any taste when he eats it, it's equivalent to eating sand like a bird."

"Oh" I understood that what he was doing was nothing more than to compensate Ah Gong for the harm he had done before.

"The red glow flies in the west mountain at sunset, the soldiers shoot the target and return to the camp, and the sunrise red flowers welcome the colorful glow...... Hiccup"

The bandit propped up his belly and sang a military song on the side, like a fairy after a full meal, with a unique artistic conception - if you exclude the misspoken lyrics and interrupting his burp.

I looked at him with a smile, and the old man squinted his eyes, as if everything was timed at this beautiful moment.

But it's not so simple, if the difficulties disappear urgently, the yearning for life may be a lot duller, I am an adventurous person, and I can't accept the irresistible silence, so when it's normal, I always want to make a mess.

"Ahem, ahem, ......"

The imaginary stability was finally driven away, and the violent coughing sound from the lotus tiger on the side attracted everyone's attention.

And that's not the most surprising thing, what he did below made us lose our judgment.

He fell to his knees, and slammed his head against the ground one by one, and it was a kind of impact that spared no effort, as if he had a deep hatred for the ground.

"Bang"

……

"Bang"

……

"Bang"

……

The sound of his forehead touching the ground became louder and louder, and the old man's face looked a little flustered, but he did not stop Lianhu's behavior, but stopped me from trying to help him up.

He opened his mouth obviously with some distress, and said, "Don't worry, I'll tell you the reason later."

When Ah Gong and the bandits heard this, they did not dare to make decisions on their own, so as not to affect the old man.

We watched in silence as Lianhu hit the ground at a constant speed, and it wasn't until he hit it a hundred times that he stopped.

Since it was the body of a dead corpse, such a ferocious impact did not affect his spirit at all, but the forehead of the dead corpse was rotted a lot.

Seeing that he finally stopped, the old man rushed to his side and lifted him up, and then took out a purple talisman from his body and stuck it to his lips, causing the lotus tiger to stop moving after a few sounds, he stood in place with his eyes wandering, and no longer made any movements to hurt himself, as if he had been immobilized.

"Hey" the old man didn't pay any more attention to him when he was done, and after sighing, he waved his hand and asked us all to come closer.

"Do you know what I'm here for?" The old man cleared his throat, his face became serious, and said.

The bandits and Ah Gong had the same frequency and the same thoughts—they both shook their heads.

They also don't seem to be able to say anything substantial.

"Isn't it an accident?" I pursed my lips and asked, which was his answer.

For since the empty coffin of the tomb had fallen we had been missing, and now the old man's words clearly pointed out that he had come here for some purpose, and I had to arouse my doubts, but I could only explore it.

"No" the old man grinned, looking a little hideous, he raised his head, did not light a cigarette, but stretched out his finger to point to the place where the water ghost had hit before, and said in a condensed voice: "There is something hidden in this field"

"What?" I was a little stunned, I didn't hear him clearly.

"There's something in the ground, and I've been squatting here for three days just to get it out," the old man repeated helplessly, and looked at us with a little reproach, and said, "You have ruined my business."

"Why? I still didn't quite understand what it meant to be in the ground, and I asked, "Is there any treasure of gold and silver down there?" Are you greedy? ”

The old man glanced at me, and I realized that something was wrong with the joke, and instead of blaming him, he took out a picture of a yellow paper drawing from his body and spread it out in front of us.

The cracks on the yellow paper are obvious, like the marks of some swords, and in the center, a gossip is drawn with cinnabar to include certain lines, extending in all directions, and even some of the patterns describing stones, mountains, and rivers, which do not look like ancient paintings, so it proves that the age of this thing is not far away.

"This desert at a glance," explained the old man, pointing to the middle of the gossip, marked with a black dot, "here we are"

Immediately, he raised his hand again and drew a circle, pointing to a miniature version of the skull next to the black dot.

"Here, that's under our feet," he said.

"Why is it marked like this?" I don't know what the skeleton represents, because most of the marks that appear on the yellow paper can be guessed.

The picture drawn is half clear and half confused, and when the author drew this picture at that time, he was very hasty.

"I don't know" The old man shook his head, he compared his fingers around the entire gossip, and said: "The entire trend of mountains, deserts, and rivers should all be drawn on it, and if you look closely, you will find that it just forms a gossip that resembles a seal ring."

When I heard this, I took a few careful glances, and found that, as the old man said, the pattern depicted on the whole yellow paper seemed to limit all the places we were in, and the position of the skull became the middle point of the pattern.

"Still don't understand," I scratched my head, trying to continue listening to his explanation.

The bandits also agreed with my idea, but Ah Gong was thoughtful.

"Why are you looking for where this skull is pointing?" Ah Gong, who had not spoken for a long time, finally came up with a sentence.

Although the meaning of this statement has nothing to do with the explanation, it gets to the point.

The old man heard his question, looked at him, and then said, "There is something you want"

"What is it that makes you bothered so much, I really don't understand" Ah Gong smiled, his expression looked quite relaxed, but listening to his tone, it was not quite right.

"Can you tell me? Master? ”