Chapter 215: Holding the Heart of Death
"Please!" Mo Cang made a gesture of please. Seeing that I didn't move, he sneered, "What? Want to go back? β
I also laughed, "Since you are so interesting, I am not the one who rebelled, but ......"
"But what?" Mo Cang looked at me scrutinizingly. There was no unhappiness on his face.
I clasped my hands over my chest, "It's impossible for me to go with you willingly, come on!" "I made a start.
The corners of Mo Cang's mouth twitched, "Then it's as you wish!" β
Now I'm even more surprised, from the beginning to the present, Mo Cang has not once refuted what I said, and he is the one who provokes trouble, good things!
Anyway, I can't leave today, and it just so happens that I haven't really touched anyone since the Buddha's breath was solidified. It just happened that this time I borrowed Mo Cang to practice my hands.
Mo Cang hooked his hand at me defiantly, with a contemptuous expression on his face, "This is your last request, and there is a limit to human patience!" β
I gave him a blow directly to the head, although I didn't say that I used ten points of force, but I also used seven points of force, I didn't expect that my thunderous stick was actually bounced away by Mo Cang, "Yes, in such a short period of time, there has been such a big progress." Among the younger generation, you can have the capital to be proud of. β
Mo Cang looked pale, I was a little suspicious that he was a vampire, very gloomy, this young man who didn't look much older than me actually used this kind of old-fashioned predecessor to teach me, this feeling made me very unhappy.
I directly had another stick, and then the stick waved into a stick shadow, and the stick shadows were connected together, Mo Cang couldn't maintain the previous master's demeanor, and he began to take it seriously.
I was almost constantly moving quickly around Mo Cang, but even if I used all my strength, Mo Cang didn't move his feet. Or is it moving and I don't see it?
I took a few steps back, and then put away the wishful stick, "Don't fight, don't fight." Don't have such a contemptuous ......"
Mo Cang smiled, "Among the young people, you are the first ...... who can let me do it."
I said depressedly: "Young people who open and close their mouths are like they are much older than me." Bored! I hate you most in my life! β
Mo Cang was not angry and said, "If I tell you that I can be your grandfather at my age, will you still think it is strange?" β
I was a little unconvinced, "What about your appearance?" β
"The skin is only a faΓ§ade, it is all false! You have been practicing Buddhism for many years and you can't see through it? Mo Cangdao.
I said angrily, "Didn't you say to go?" Let's go! β
Mo Cang blindfolded me, closed my six senses, and then let people lead me away, the car was very stable at first, and after a while it began to be a little bumpy.
It's out of town! I guess!
After a long time, the car stopped, and then something seemed to happen, and I felt a little weightless. When the black cloth was removed, I was shocked.
Isn't this an underworld? Have they never left? Just hiding underground? Liu'er's previous words are also right!
"You've been here? Aren't you afraid? I asked.
Mo Cang said, "The most dangerous place is the safest place, and who would have thought that there are two floors in the underground city?" β
I can almost say that I was shocked in my heart, no wonder we didn't find anything in the underground city on the first layer before, and the door was actually welded shut when we walked the same way, it turned out to be the truth. I was still skeptical, and I thought I had seen the hell?
It turns out that there is a second floor in the Undercity!
"If you tell me the secret like this, aren't you afraid that I will pass on the secret?" I asked.
Mo Cang shook his head, "You'll know these sooner or later." I'm just telling you in advance. β
I was a little confused and didn't understand what he meant, what do I mean I'll know sooner or later? Should I have known?
Mo Cang said, "Ling Feng, didn't you feel a little familiar when you first entered the Underground City?" β
I was surprised and asked anxiously, "How do you know?" β
Mo Cang smiled meaningfully, "That's true!" β
My heart is like being scratched by a cat's claw, this Mo Cang is enough, and I always speak halfway. I knew that if I asked again, he wouldn't say anything, so I just didn't ask.
"What did you bring me to your base camp for? Show off with me? Please come and visit! I asked, puzzled.
Mo Cang shook his head, "You originally belonged here, if you don't come back here, where are you going?" β
Mo Cang's words are taken for granted, and I think I really belong here? Or did I take a major blow and then have amnesia?
Mo Cang took me to the door of a room, a copper iron door, with many dark gold carvings on it, looking simple and atmospheric.
I stretched out my hand and pushed the door, but the door couldn't be pushed, and when I turned around, I wanted to ask Mo Cang why he brought me to this room but locked the door and didn't let me in. Only then did I find out that Mo Cang had already left.
It was empty, and I was the only one left in the silvery-white, metallic hallway.
I looked at the door, and inexplicably thought that I had been here before, and sure enough, I saw that there was a key switch on the wall to the right of the door, and there were numbers from 0 to 9 on it.
I pressed the button and the door clicked open. I looked at my hand in disbelief, and then, still not holding back my curiosity, I pushed the door open and walked in.
The size of the room is large, with an antique bed, a mahogany desk, and a mahogany bookcase. Nothing else!
I looked along the bookcase, and there were a lot of books in it, some in English and some in Chinese! But it seems to be all scientific books or magazines.
Then I walked to the desk, where there were four treasures of the study, and there were brushes of various sizes. I secretly said in my heart, why did the previous owner of this room also know how to install forks, and there is still a brush? This is not the case with vassal elegance, right?
I sat down in the swivel chair behind my desk, and as my body turned, my brain suddenly seemed to be pierced by thousands of needles, and a lot of images seemed to appear in my mind, as if I pressed a quick button, quickly swiping by.
I felt like I was going to die, and I rolled on the ground with my head in my hands, and there seemed to be a slight crack in the original barrier in my mind.
Hearing my scream, Mo Cang rushed in, holding my shoulder with some excitement and said, "You remember, you remember, don't you?" β
It's strange to be shaken by him, I feel much better, and the pain in my brain is like a low tide, and it disappears without a trace.
I rubbed the corners of my forehead, and I looked at the picture frame on my desk.
In the black-and-white photo, the person in it has a cold look, wearing a suit and a serious expression.
I was amazed and took the frame, looked at it carefully, and looked at it. He wiped the mirror of the picture frame with his sleeve.
The man in it looked exactly like me. And when have I ever taken a photo like this? And looking at the color of the photo, it must have been decades!