Just as the Fire God moved forward again, Zhu Ye suddenly shouted happily: "Open, open, open quickly!" The door is open......"

At the same time, Ding Jun also felt the hesitation of a large influx of fresh air.

"The door is open, let's go." He dragged Fang Qing without touching the ground, rushed up the steps, and rushed out of the small door after a few seconds. This hesitation of suddenly escaping at the moment of dying makes people feel like a world away, almost unbelievable, as if they have just woken up from a nightmare.

On the side of the small door, a bald old monk sat against the corner of the wall, hanging his head deeply, already in a coma.

"Is it Master Phuntsok Jebu?" Fang Qing was a little puzzled.

Ding Jun leaned over to take a look, and sure enough, it was Phuntsok Jebu, who he had seen once in the Scripture Pavilion.

"Master, how are you?" He nudged the other person's shoulder.

Phuntsok Jebu fell to his hand, his face was sallow, his eyes were closed, and the corners of his mouth twitched, dripping purple and black blood.

"It seems to be poisoned, let me see." He Wuqiu led He Xiangjun and the god of fire to rush out and took the initiative to ask for their lives in order to resolve the grievances between the two sides.

Ding Jun nodded: "Take care of the master, I'll go to the Scripture Pavilion."

He rushed out the door, Fang Qing followed closely behind, and the two didn't have time to talk, so they hurried to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the northwest corner of Torin Temple.

Phuntsok Jebu was a master of the Seclusive Scripture Pavilion, and he would not have come here if it had not been for the danger. However, he was all dispatched, and he was afraid that something even more amazing and strange would happen in the Scripture Pavilion.

"Look at that day!" Fang Qing was running rapidly, and suddenly raised his head and pointed to the sky.

Ding Jun raised his head, and above the Torin Temple, a large piece of dark clouds were gray and heavy, and the cloud feet were pressed very low, almost falling to the top of the red brick tower at the four corners of the Torin Temple.

Because of the existence of the clouds, all parts of the temple were amazingly dark, and even the occasional butter lights in the major halls were swallowed up by the darkness.

"It seems that the troublemakers behind the scenes have long planned to take advantage of such bad weather, and our opponents are really too strong." Fang Qing sighed.

Acting on celestial phenomena is the supreme realm in the ancient art of war. Zhuge Kongming, the master of the secret art of the Three Kingdoms period, "borrowed the east wind to burn the red cliff" battle, crowned the world, and became a classic example of worship by the secret magicians.

Ding Jun was secretly frightened, if the enemy hidden in the Torin Temple could also do this, it would be really terrifying.

There was no one in the Scripture Pavilion, and when they walked through the hall and arrived at the apse where Si Qin was, they only saw the mess on the ground after the fierce battle.

The candles in the four corners of the hall and the lamps on the top were on, but the two gauze tents were torn to the ground and rolled up on Siqin's body haphazardly. Si Qin was not in his original position, but lying in the corner of the wall, covered in blood, and the gauze tent was also stained with blood.

There are also two pools of blood on the ground, one is purple-black, located in the place where Phuntsok Jepo used to meditate, that is, the place where the roof screen hangs down just to cover it, and the blood stains have left a spray-like mark on the ground, which can be judged to be caused by Phuntsok Jebu spraying blood.

The other pool of blood was bright red and dripping outward, which can be understood as a person who was injured and fled quickly, leaving blood stains along the way. Of course, it can also be understood that the injured person was taken away by the attacker, and he was involuntarily killed. On the side of the bloodstain, a satellite phone was thrown, and the battery and back cover had been smashed apart from the fuselage.

"It's Uncle Shi's call." Fang Qing's eyes were like torches, and he didn't have to get close to see it, so he made the most correct judgment. The phone was thrown here, which can only prove that it was Shi Miaoshou who was injured and left.

"Stand guard at the door, and when someone comes, raise your voice as a warning, and don't trust anyone. Things are getting weirder and weirder, and you can't be negligent anymore. Ding Jun commanded in a deep voice.

About five hours had passed since they had returned to the temple, and so much had happened outside as they were trapped in the cellar. Except for Fang Qing, he couldn't trust anyone anymore.

There was a faint smell of blood in the hall, which Ding Jun was very familiar with, because on the battlefield in Afghanistan, everyone's life was inseparable from this smell, sometimes from the enemy, sometimes from comrades.

He was in a state of flux, as if overnight, he returned to the battlefield and returned to the world of "King Hunter" Ding Jun. Actually, he doesn't want to be a "hunting king", but in that kind of hellish battlefield, only hunters can live forever, and "the weak eat the strong, kill to stop killing" is the only criterion. If you don't be a hunter, you can only be a prey, and he has no choice but to fight all the way through and fight for himself.

"Never think of terrorists as human beings, they are devils who have escaped from hell. What you have to do is to send the devil to hell again. The instructors said so.

Ding Jun gently bit the tip of his tongue, this special kung fu similar to the legendary "Heavenly Demon Disintegration**" can make him extremely sober.

The fierce battle that almost broke out in the cellar proved that the people of the Five Poisons Sect were by no means good, and could turn into sharp knives into the chests of their companions at any time. However, he had reason to believe that if the people of the He family dared to make a move, there would already be three more corpses in the cellar at this time.

He slowly walked around the blood trail and approached the pianist against the wall.

Siqin was facing upwards with his back up, his eyes closed, his nose slightly undulating, but still breathing.

"Hey, can you hear me?" Ding Jun squatted down and called in a low voice.

Siqin's eyelids moved, but he didn't open them.

"I'll save you now, don't move." Ding Jun pulled out a knife as he spoke, cutting open the gauze tent. In the process, Siqin was groggy and motionless.

Si Qin's wound was in the abdomen, and there were two criss-cross knife marks on her clothes, which made Ding Jun a little worried about whether the baby in her womb would be severely injured because of this.

Soon, the monks of the temple rushed over and carried Siqin to another room to clean up the scene.

The outcome of this incident was not optimistic, Phuntsok Jebu and Siqin were seriously injured and fell into a coma, Shi Miaoshou was missing, the enemy did not leave any clues, and after the great victory, he retreated.

Everyone was confused, and could only return to the small courtyard depressed.

From beginning to end, Aunt Ge did not appear again, and may have retreated.

"I suspect that it was the ghost of the 'Snow Mountain Ten Heavenly Eagles', Lao Jin and others were cruising outside, and Aunt Ge was lurking in the temple, first creating a chaos of 'deceitful corpses' and leading us into the cellar to imprison. Then he broke into the Scripture Pavilion and plundered Uncle Shi. Fang Qing deduced so, but then embarrassedly found a flaw in his reasoning, "However, there is no point in snatching Uncle Shi, they issued the Guge Silver Eye Talisman for the purpose of killing people, not anything else." ”

Case reasoning is a university question, and the same evidence will form completely different chains of evidence in different people's minds, some simple but false, some complex but closer to the truth.

Ding Jun was silent for a while, and suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly: "It's a pity that there is no camera in the cellar, otherwise filming the scene of 'deceitful corpse' is enough for us to study well in this sleepless night." As you said, the 'deception of corpses' is indeed to lure us into the trap, but who took the jade plaque? Aunt Ge? If it was her, where did she go? What is the true value of the jade plate? Also, does it make sense to take Uncle Shi away? His value is even inferior to that of a pregnant woman. ”

When they listened to the woman's story, they were a little disgusted with what Shi Miaoshou did, but there are many people in the world who lie and bend their intentions in order to achieve their goals, and it is normal for men to deceive women and women to deceive men, because human society is full of examples of smart people deceiving fools.

Even if Shi Miaoshou deceived the woman, the old accounts should have come to an end after Shi's wife was killed.

"Where can I find Uncle Shi?" Fang Qing asked a more realistic question.

Ding Jun sighed: "I don't know, I sometimes feel like a blind man standing here in the dark, we don't even know as much about the situation as Ruan Feng, a bit of 'a blind man riding a blind horse, approaching a deep pool in the middle of the night'."

At this moment, a monk came to inform Fang Qing: "Master Trisang Gyatso was seriously injured and fainted in the soil forest outside the temple, and now he has been carried back to the meditation room."

Fang Qing immediately got up: "I'll go and see it right away."

She was a disciple of Trisang Gyatso, and when her master was attacked, she had to put down everything she was doing and take care of Trisang Gyatso first.

Only Ding Jun himself was left in the room, and the three members of the He family and Zhu Ye each occupied one room, and the estrangement between them became deeper and deeper, almost to the point of incompatibility.

There was a charcoal stove in the center of the room, and he sat down by it, his thoughts like raging seas.

Shi Miao's hand is missing, the dragons are leaderless, everyone is in chaos, and after the change of the cellar, no one will trust anyone, everyone is on guard, everyone is in danger. In this case, the tree will fall and scatter will be the most helpless ending.

He had no choice but to stay alone and continue to protect Siqin and the baby. Now, I can only pray that their mother and son can drag on safely for more than a week and give birth smoothly.

Just then, his satellite phone rang.

He picked up the phone and called out respectfully, "Aunt Lan."

On the other end of the phone, it was a gentle and beautiful middle-aged female voice: "Ah Jun, I haven't been in touch for a long time, are you okay?" I just got word that you're currently at Torin Monastery, so call to say hello. The wind and sand are raging in Tibet, if there is nothing important, it is better to leave there and go back to Hong Kong, take care of yourself. ”

Ding Jun replied: "Thank you Aunt Lan for your concern, I'm fine." This time, I sent the ashes of my comrade-in-arms Shi Hai over and handed them to his father with my own hands, but I didn't expect it to be delayed because of a trivial matter. After taking care of the matter at hand, I will soon be back in Hong Kong. ”

The middle-aged woman's voice laughed softly: "That's good, that's good." Actually, I would prefer you to come directly to Singapore and stay with me. Last week, I talked to Xixi about you, and she was looking forward to you the most - she has a large group of classmates and girlfriends who admire you and pestered me to come over and tell them stories about the battlefields in Afghanistan. ”

Ding Jun smiled, and the corners of his eyes suddenly moistened.

The caller was none other than Mrs. Lan, a Singaporean tycoon, a beautiful woman who was arrogant and lonely in front of tens of millions of people, and controlled the economic and political future of countless people in black and white. It is said that as long as she makes a phone call or writes a note, the heads of state of Southeast Asian countries will take it as a top priority, and the cruise ships and oil tankers under her name are rampant all over the world, and everywhere she goes, the green light is turned on.

She is a big man with authority, but she is extremely beautiful and graceful, and countless young Asian sisters and Hong Kong sisters are overshadowed in front of her. Many dignitaries in business, politics, and military circles regard it as the highest honor to meet her, and if they can shake her hand, they will not wash it for weeks or even months, hoping to keep the fragrance on her hands.

Such a person, in the cold night of the embattled Tibet, cares so much about Ding Jun, how can he not be moved.

"Thank you, Aunt Lan." He tried hard to control his feelings, "Is Xixi okay?" You're prettier than before, aren't you?"

Mrs. Lan laughed: "She's fine, but she's always restless and self-conscious, always thinking about going out and exploring the world, like you to be a Delta Warrior, or wandering the world to be a bounty hunter." Ah Jun, I have been friends with your father for more than 20 years, and Xixi has always regarded you as my only idol, isn't it good to come to Singapore? There are so many things on my side that need to be shared—if you come, I will unload the burden, hand over everything to you and Xixi, and then calmly retire. ”

This evil is clear enough, and it is not the first time that Mrs. Lan has said this. Xi Xi is the only daughter of Mrs. Lan, inheriting her beauty and intelligence, and participated in the election of Miss Singapore last season, and defeated the Bafang Beauty by an absolute advantage. It can be said that as long as Ding Jun nods, life will be turned upside down.

"Aunt Lan, I just want to be myself and live an ordinary life." Ding Jun replied apologetically.

Mrs. Lan was silent for a while, and suddenly laughed softly: "Okay, Ah Jun, the way you speak and do things is becoming more and more like your father." Either way, I will respect your personal decision. In this way, I have a team of men currently stationed in the Ali region of Tibet, and if necessary, they can arrive with just a phone call and be completely under your command. ”

Then, she said the number of a satellite phone, and Ding Jun only listened to it once, and then he remembered it firmly in his heart.

He had a hunch that what was happening here at Torin Temple was a large-scale, large-scale battle, not a small-scale one-man assassination. No matter how clever a commander is, he can't win a big battle without soldiers at his disposal. He needed a team, and what Madame Lan could provide was what he needed.

"Thank you, Aunt Lan." He said.

Mrs. Lan smiled faintly: "Ah Jun, you are so polite to me - your voice on the phone is really similar to your father." Vaguely, he often said 'thank you' to me. At that time, I mobilized seven teams and personally led the team to accompany him into the snowy mountains to find someone, but he was turned away with enthusiasm...... Hehe, look at me, what are you talking about here? Ah Jun, take care, I hope you ...... Go home. ”

The word "go home" finally drove Ding Jun's tears down.

He struggled to control his throat, said goodbye to Mrs. Lan, and hung up the phone. Two lines of hot tears could not be suppressed, dampling his chest.

Half a year ago, he was strictly quarantined and censored by the army because of the Shihai incident, and his father Ding Xiaotian was killed in a bizarre car accident outside the villa on Hong Kong Island. The incident took a heavy toll on his psyche, and he collapsed within a few months.

In Hong Kong, there are no more relatives for him, and the Ding family's villa is only left with cold buildings, which will only make him see things and think about people. As soon as Ding Xiaotian died, he lost his roots and had no home. Lady Lan's last words just now, like a gentle fist, struck the most vulnerable part of his heart, causing all the powerful disguises on his appearance to shatter with a bang.

When Fang Qing returned, he brought bad news: "Master Trisang Gyatso is unconscious, he should have been poisoned, and there is no clue at all." He and Master Phuntsok Jebu were the most skilled among the monks of Torin Monastery, and when they fell, others were helpless and could only be sent to Ali after dawn...... Or they can be sent directly to Lhasa, where the medical conditions are better. ”

Another piece of bad news is that the monks took the Torin Monastery as the center, searched within a radius of two kilometers, and found no stone magic hands, and they did not know whether they were alive or dead.

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