My ears were buzzing, my heart was about to explode, my beating speed was out of control, my eyes were staring at the paper, everything around me was eclipsed in my eyes, and countless thoughts flashed through my mind in an instant. It wasn't until the dead inscription slapped me several times in a row that I came back to my senses, staring at him with my mouth open and staring blankly.

He took a deep breath and said, "When I first found out, I was more shocked than yours. You have discovered this ancient scripture, and you say, do you want to destroy it and see what is inside? ”

I glanced at Wang Linshuo with some hesitation, my heart was at war, but my curiosity gradually overshadowed my pity for the ancient scriptures, if it weren't for the fake identity of the archaeological team members, I really wanted to jump up and point to the ancient scriptures and shout: Demolish now, dismantle immediately!

But I underestimated the degree of participation of the pig teammates, Wang Zhen stared at the ancient scripture eagerly, stretched his neck and shouted: "Open it now, I have a knife here." ”

The dead inscription frowned, stared at Wang Zhen and wondered, "Why don't you pay attention to cultural relics as an archaeological team?" You won't know the value of this kind of hemp paper Buddhist scriptures, let alone a knife, even if you take a pen to stroke it, it will be distressing. ”

Wang Linshuo and Zhang Siyuan kicked him under the table, and the other squinted at him. I hurriedly laughed and said, "Oh, he's a newcomer who came in recently, and he doesn't know the rules very well, and he doesn't come from the history department." After that, I deliberately glared at Wang Zhen and reprimanded him in a fake manner, "Have you forgotten everything I taught you?" Don't think about doing anything here. ”

The dead inscription continued: "Actually, I am also very entangled in my heart whether to open it - it is not because of my love for the artifact, I am not like you, I do not cherish it so much. Actually, it's because ......"

He wanted to speak and stopped, his facial features were squeezed together on his face, he pushed his mobile phone with a white face, and opened the word document for us to read. I leaned over, my eyes moving over line after line of black letters:

In those days, I was almost about to collapse, as the person who was usually closest to the emperor, all the scathing questions that I did not dare to ask the emperor directly were all thrown at me like hailstones, I could not face the rebuke and arrow-like eyes of the people, nor could I look directly at the emperor's still gloomy face and expression as usual. I wanted to escape, I wanted to yell that I didn't know anything, and I wanted to prove the emperor's innocence. But I don't have the slightest evidence, and there are many suspicions.

More and more people died, I became more and more desperate, my hair fell out in large quantities, and I could even see my ribs in the shower. The way they died was very bizarre, and they couldn't find any scars from their appearances, but when they broke open their bodies, their organs turned dark black and were still bleeding. Because of this series of events, no one dared to stay by the emperor's side anymore. I want to defend but I can't, what can I say? Those who were close to the emperor and those who spread rumors were the same way to die, and more and more people fled from here, and the western night ...... I'm afraid I won't have a long life.

Although I saw the corpse of the old minister, I always felt that there was a ghost in it. It is absolutely impossible for him to die so easily, and it is absolutely impossible for him to be killed by the emperor! Maybe he's not the only one behind the scenes, poor emperor...... (The dead inscription interjects: "When the word emperor is written, the page is wrinkled, and there are signs that the two characters have been crossed out with a thick black pen, and this is the first time that the title 'emperor' appears in this article.") ”）

After a painful incident, like cutting flesh and bones, I finally felt the fig leaf hidden in the fog. The old minister's death was as I expected, everything about him was disguised, and I am afraid that he also killed those people. But why should he blame the emperor? Didn't they get the relationship they needed from each other?

With the determination to die, I entered the dormitory. The Emperor was painting as always, but this time the paper was very different from usual, it was black, and it was only half the size of a palm. I stole a glance while I waited for the emperor to finish the painting, and it was still a strange content that I couldn't understand, a headless man with only body lines lying in a forest, as if he was holding something in his hand. I had the audacity to ask about something related to recent events, and the Emperor didn't say a word, just shook his head. Seeing that I couldn't ask anything more, I had to retreat silently.

(The last paragraph appeared after more than two dozen Buddhist scriptures, and the handwriting was extremely sloppy) How could it be! How could the emperor die, and that kind of death that I have never seen before! He was fine when I saw him the day before, why is he in a different place today? There are still paintings on the table that he hasn't finished yet...... I hid it in my sleeve, what the hell am I doing! Now the news has been spreading, but fortunately I went early, and fortunately I still kept a trace of calm, and I didn't touch anywhere, if I had run into the rebel team...... I just want people to be unaware.

Don't touch that picture! The consequences will be worse than death and the destruction of a family!

I stared at the last line of words, which looked ordinary, but the few words that were plain and unremarkable were now showing their teeth and claws, and their faces were hideous. Zhang Siyuan massaged his temples, frowned and said, "The piece of paper in the mezzanine can't be this painting, right?" ”

Dead Inscription's face turned pale, and he said with a worried face: "I don't know, but judging by the color and size, ......" He paused, and spat out a few words in a dry voice, "After turning more than a dozen pages in a row, I couldn't find this person's handwriting, I don't know what happened to him, but it definitely won't be a good thing." ”

Wang Zhen leaned back, lit a cigarette and said, "Could these words just intimidate us?" Could there be some secrets or wealth hidden in the mezzanine that you don't want others to know? Anyway, I'm not afraid of his intimidation, how can I say that I have also been on the line of life and death, what can be more terrifying than those monsters I have encountered? ”

The death inscription glanced at Wang Zhen with admiration and praised: "Wang regrets that he is not only handsome, but also very manly. He turned to look at us and asked, "Don't look at my face is white, in fact, I am advocating that it be opened, what do you think?" ”

My curiosity was about to jump out of my throat, but there was still a string in my head that hadn't broken off to prevent the idea of 'excess' from breaking through the ground. Zhang Siyuan bit his lip and looked at Wang Zhen with an indifferent face, and Wang Linshuo, who was still hesitating, glanced at the ancient scriptures lying quietly on the table, and finally made up his mind, gritted his teeth and said: "This curse is actually the same as the 'those who enter must die' written on the tomb door, it is a useless thing to intimidate the little girl, I think it is better to satisfy my curiosity." The story has been seen here, and suddenly there is a eunuch, who can stand it? ”

I said, "I'm right." I don't know if you have seen such a thing on the post bar in the early years: If you don't reply or forward, your family will be in trouble within seven days...... Only a simple mess will really believe it! ”

Wang Linshuo picked up the dish that was brought up at some point and put it in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Then let's open it now, what tools do you use?" ”

The crowd rummaged through their pockets, but they couldn't find anything sharp other than nail clippers and an inch-long knife. The dead inscription frowned and smacked his lips, looking rather embarrassed: "Do you really want to use this...... Alas, such a treasure is about to be destroyed. He suddenly looked at me, "Captain, don't you feel pain?" ”

I was still immersed in shock and amazement, almost forgetting my identity, and being mentioned by him so without warning, I scratched a little blank, and was stunned: "Ah...... Of course, it hurts, but I can't help it. My teammates and I are curious monsters, and there's no better way to do it. ”

Everyone gathered together, and they didn't care about eating, grinding and carefully cutting, and finally made a gap half a palm-sized gap in the ancient scripture page. Some of the words were damaged, the fragile paper was moaning, and I held my breath as I unwrapped the glued pages with the utmost care of a baby, and a black piece of paper appeared before my eyes.

I took a deep breath, hooked it out with my ear pick, and held it in front of my eyes to take a closer look. The emperor's brushstrokes are bold and bold, eclectic, random sketches without caring about details. I don't know what kind of ink he used, but it glowed golden in the warm light of the teahouse. As the ancient scriptures say, a stick figure drawn only by rough lines lies in a golden forest, his neck is empty, and his head has gone. The only discord in the whole painting is the villain's right hand, and the emperor seems to have deliberately changed a kind of fine brush to carefully outline the villain's clenched right hand. But because of the age, the painting has become a little blurry, and I can't really see what he's holding in his hand.

Wang Linshuo squinted his eyes, held the paper in front of his face, and looked at it for a long time before saying, "What is this painted with?" Was there golden ink at that time? ”

Dead Inscription shook his head: "I don't know. I can't see anything, all the bigwigs are talents of the archaeological team, can you give me an analysis, what does this painting mean, is it really from the hand of the Emperor of the West Night? ”

I still want to ask you, isn't this what you majored in? I was about to draw again, holding it up in front of my eyes to look at it, and when I was about to break a few words of deceitful inscriptions, the mobile phone in my hand suddenly vibrate, and then a strange and eerie drift away. The dead inscription shuddered, his body shrank back as if he had been burned, and his eyes rolled around in fear. I was about to laugh at him, but I caught a glimpse of the caller from the man in black, who rarely called me.