There was a sound of footsteps, and a young man in a brown leather coat crossed the threshold, strode to the sofa opposite the doorway, first shook over, threw the long suitcase on his shoulders on the sofa, and then sat down, lifted his feet in leather boots, and rested heavily on the coffee table.

His eyes were unusually empty, ignoring Ding Jun and Fang Qing's storage at all, but looked at the door silently, holding a half-foot-long straw stick in the corner of his mouth, chewing all the time, like an old cow ruminating after work.

"It's almost dinner time, I'll go to the kitchen and have a look. The vegetarian meals at Torin Monastery are very tasty, pure natural grains, and there is no contamination. Fang Qing got up and walked out.

Ding Jun sat quietly, adjusting his breathing and sorting out his thoughts.

He knew that the He family of the Five Poisons Sect was the representative of the Miao Xinjiang trick in Chinese mainland, and the trick technique, the Southeast Asian head lowering technique, and the ancient Persian spell were sent to Guatemalan black witchcraft, known as the "four secret techniques under heaven", and it was the most mysterious way to kill people. Of course, the main purpose of Gu alchemists, head descenders, spell masters, and dark wizards in cultivating secret arts is not to kill people, but to enter the "inhuman" state through this way, and reach a super realm that is incomprehensible to humans.

"Shi Hai's death, it seems to be—" This thought suddenly came to his mind again.

When Shi Hai died, the body was neatly divided into six parts, the torso was placed in the middle, and the head and limbs were placed in five directions thirty steps away from the torso. Strangely enough, the corpse had no wounds other than a laceration on the wound, as if it had been broken apart like a boiled duck not from the blade of a gun, but by the vigorous tear of a giant.

Ding Jun has flipped through all the memos of the fallen soldiers of the US military in Afghanistan, and only Shi Hai's death is so strange that no one has the same experience.

The photo given to Shi Miaoshou records the situation in detail.

Ding Jun once thought of the torture of "five horses splitting the corpse and splitting the car" in the ancient book, which was extremely similar to Shi Hai's death.

"You're a soldier?" The young man on the other side suddenly asked.

Ding Jun nodded.

The young man leaned forward and stared directly at Ding Jun, and the straw stick at the corner of his mouth also moved to the middle of his lips, picked it up, and pointed at Ding Jun.

If others faced such rude behavior, they would have brushed their sleeves up a long time ago, but Ding Jun still sat quietly, calm and not angry.

"You...... Ever been a sniper? And it seems to be very professionally trained? Which military district? Which troops?" The young man became interested in Ding Jun.

Ding Jun replied: "I am from Hong Kong, and I joined the army a long time ago, and I can't even remember it."

The young man laughed, his thick and dark eyebrows jumping: "Can't remember? Nonsense, the sniper is the most senior branch of the army, killing people from thousands of miles away, and the deadliest hunter on the battlefield...... You can't remember such a fun thing?"

Ding Jun sighed, he often heard this kind of argument, often people who exercise this kind of view, are snipers who have just started, and their excitement has not passed, and they are always eager to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, or hunt animals in the mountains to satisfy their bloodthirsty psychological requirements. Spiritual snipers often go through this kind of restless period between one and three years, and if they are stupid, they will not be able to break through this personality defect when they are snipers for a lifetime, and they will always be mediocre talents who cannot get on the big scene.

"Friend, I have a good gun here, do you want to open your eyes?" Said the young man.

Ding Jun shook his head, but this couldn't stop the other party's enthusiasm.

The young man took the box back, laid it flat on the coffee table, opened the lid, and within half a minute, assembled the parts of the box into a four-foot spear. If you add a silencer and pull open the folding butt, the total length of the gun will exceed six feet, and its stability and accuracy will be improved to the limit.

This spear is not the standard equipment of various countries, but a modified version based on the American spear, which shortens the body, strengthens the barrel to facilitate carrying, and improves the accuracy of the gun within two meters, which is more suitable for hunting operations between urban buildings.

"How?" The young man asked with interest.

Ding Jun thought about it, but still shook his head: "I don't know too much, so I don't dare to comment on it."

The young man suddenly raised his gun and pointed it at Ding Jun.

Ding Jun couldn't help but sigh three times in a row, because the young man's behavior had made him a gunman's taboo. Everyone who enters the special forces must know the proverb "sharpshooter ghost knife", and must not point an empty gun or knife at a companion. Countless cases have shown that guns or knives are sometimes possessed by spirits, and they can shoot bullets or decapitate people in the blink of an eye, apparently with empty guns and sheathed blades.

Young people don't know how thick the sky is, Ding Jun doesn't blame the other party, but in the long run, young people will definitely make a big mistake.

"Hehe, just kidding, I didn't expect the legendary Delta Force warriors in other people's mouths to be so unplanted!" The young man was bored and muttered to himself.

Ding Jun immediately understood that someone revealed his identity to the other party, deliberately provoked trouble, and asked the other party to test himself.

"Hey—put down your gun!" Fang Qing stepped in and ran out of breath.

Behind her were two smiling middle-aged men, a man and a woman, both extremely thin, wearing ordinary gray down jackets on their upper bodies, blue jeans and black leather boots on their lower bodies.

The young man put down the gun, took the magazine out of the box and withdrew the bullet to check.

"It's okay, the gun doesn't have a magazine." Ding Jun smiled good-naturedly, without the slightest anger.

The middle-aged man walked in, bowed modestly to Ding Jun, and smiled all over his face: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my little brother is joking, but there is absolutely no malice." He is still young, and he grew up in the mountains, he really doesn't know etiquette, please forgive me, I am his brother, I apologize for his sins, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. ”

He stretched out his hands forward, and naturally, Ding Jun also stretched out his hand to shake the other party.

Suddenly, Ding Jun saw Fang Qing shaking his head silently behind the two middle-aged people, so he was immediately alert, his feet did not move, but he moved his upper hand back, and when his hand was raised halfway, he turned to touch his hair, silently avoiding the other party's hand.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's really okay." He replied with a smile.

The middle-aged woman also smiled and apologized: "It's our fault, the younger brother left the mountain for the first time, and he was spoiled by the adults and sisters and brothers, and there was no etiquette." Please forgive me for any offense. ”

Ding Jun took a step back and pointed to the sofa: "Please sit down."

Fang Qing breathed a sigh of relief and immediately said, "Mr. Ding, I'm here to invite you to dinner-these three friends have just arrived, and they need to take a rest and come over later."

The two walked out and turned to the restaurant on the left.

Walking into the dark, Fang Qing stopped, covered his heart with both hands, and whispered with palpitations: "Fortunately, you saw my hint, thank God...... They are the people of the He family of the Five Poisons Sect, and Zhu Ye and they look down on people, and they are all in the hands of others. I'm really afraid that if you shake hands with him, it will be bad. Zhu Ye suffered a loss, so he provoked trouble and let people test you......"

Ding Jun sighed, he could figure out the ins and outs, what Fang Qing said was similar to what he thought.

"Why don't you speak? You don't suspect what I've done, do you?" Fang Qing thought too much and immediately asked.

Ding Jun shook his head: "How come?"

He would never suspect Fang Qing of stirring up trouble, although the two had only met for the first time, he had a natural affection for her and his natural trust.

Fang Qing leaned closer, stared at Ding Jun's eyes for a few seconds, then leaned back, and let out a long sigh of relief: "Thank you for believing in me, otherwise, you will really unjustly kill me!"

This sentence made Ding Jun laugh, but he didn't say anything more, just waited quietly.

"Let's go, let's eat. Now that everyone has arrived, I believe that Uncle Shi will soon gather everyone to talk about things. Fang Qing said.

At about ten o'clock in the evening, everyone gathered in the room with the long table. Obviously there was a spare stool, but the young man of the He family did not sit down, leaning against the door and looking out, as if he wanted to clearly draw a line with the people present.

Compared with him, Ding Jun seems to be more and more low-key. Because he knows that the appearance of the "Guge Silver Eye Talisman" represents an endless battle, high-profile people can easily become the target of public criticism, and those who can survive the chaotic war are often those who are low-key, modest, and forbearing. To put it another way, since its establishment, the Delta Force, as an elite under the command of the Pentagon, has been known for its "efficient operations and minimal casualties," and the basis for achieving this is "modesty and forbearance, and low-key success."

Shi Miaoshou stood under the lamp, his expression bitter and solemn.

Also present was a white-bearded and balding monk, who was Trisang Gyatso, a Tibetan Buddhist monk who lived in seclusion at Torin Monastery. And Fang Qing, who has been accompanying Ding Jun, is a registered disciple of Trisang Gyatso, who is learning the way of Tibetan tantric practice from the master.

Being able to gather so many strange people from all over the world is enough to prove the great ability of Shi Miaoshou.

"You are all good friends of my Shi, so I won't go around in circles and tell the truth." Shi Miao's hand raised three talismans, "I'm old, I don't care if I can live for a few days or a few years, all I can't give up is my grandson who is still in my mother's womb." The baby came into the world clean, and he was innocent, so I would never allow others to hurt him. This time, I fought and there was no other choice. ”

Everyone present agreed with these remarks.

The person who issued the amulet is tantamount to imposing the death penalty on the baby, which is already an act of inhumanity and humanity, and it is a public outrage.

"Thank you good friends for coming over for face, the reason why I can still stand here and talk is because my grandson has not yet been born, and the killer who is proficient in ancient Persian spells has been observing in the dark, so I can't escape or hide. I guess on the other side's schedule, when the child is born, it is our time of death. ”

He Wuqiu, a middle-aged man from the He family, nodded lightly at the moment, with a kind smile on his face.

"The origin of the calamity was fifteen years ago, and if I hadn't killed that Gugelai messenger at that time, the situation wouldn't have gotten so bad—"

Zhu Ye suddenly raised his hand and interrupted Shi Miao's hand: "Old Shi, I know that story must be long and tortuous, now that time is limited, let's talk about the core of the problem directly." As you said, the body of the messenger is still there, please take us to see it. Talk while watching and save time. ”

He Wuqiu echoed: "Yes, yes, if you can see the Lord, some trivial things can be explained clearly." Ladies and gentlemen, isn't that the truth?"

The others nodded their heads in agreement. Indeed, the situation is urgent, time is limited, and the faster you act, the more you can get ahead.

Shi Miaoshou nodded: "Okay, everyone, please come with me."

He turned back, removed the thangka on the wall with angry eyes, revealed a small dark door, held a flashlight, and walked in step by step.

Zhu Ye was the first to follow, and the others rushed in.

Behind the door, there is a cold staircase that twists and turns, and all the way down, you enter a wide cellar at a depth of more than ten meters.

Shi Miaoshou turned on the overhead lamp and illuminated the ice coffin in the center of the cellar. In the coffin, a woman in white with a lifelike face lay on her back.

"This is the messenger of Guglai?" Aunt Ge asked.

"Yes." Shi Miaoshou replied.

The woman was dressed in white, her slender black hair was scattered on the white silk pillow, her eyes were closed peacefully, and her hands were crossed with ten fingers, pressed against her lower abdomen. She was only in her early twenties at most. It is conceivable that if she were still alive, she would be a very attractive big beauty. Shockingly, she had a deadly knife stuck in her chest. The blade must have been quenched with poison, so the clothes on the woman's knife turned into a charred black patch, and the black stains were about the size of two palms.

Aunt Ge walked around to the other side of the ice coffin and leaned over to look at the woman's waist. There is a square jade plaque there, the jade is snow-white and warm, as if it was carved from a ball of white snow.

Ding Jun noticed that in an instant, Aunt Ge's eyes lit up.

"Old Shi, did you kill her? No, I think this knife is a bit like-" Zhu Ye leaned forward, staring at the quenched short knife over there through the transparent coffin lid.

"It was my wife who killed her." Shi Miaoshou sighed and said, "My wife's surname is Tang. ”

The handle of the short knife is engraved with a small Han Liti character "Tang", that surname, representing an ancient sect in Shu, Sichuan, known to everyone in the rivers and lakes.

Zhu Ye nodded: "That's right-you mean that she has been lying in the ice coffin for fifteen years?" If I'm not mistaken, her body and face can be perfectly preserved, firstly, because of the cryogenic effect of the ice coffin, and secondly, the jade plaque also has some kind of wonderful power. Aunt Ge, what do you see?"

Aunt Ge didn't raise her head, and replied coldly: "I don't know, do you think everyone is as well-informed and playful as you?"

Zhu Ye snorted and didn't care about Aunt Ge's indifference.

Shi Miaoshou replied: "Zhu Ye is right, the power of the ice coffin is still secondary, mainly because of that jade plate."

Uncle Li and Mr. Qin both stepped forward, each occupying both ends of the ice coffin, and formed a encirclement with Zhu Ye and Aunt Ge, who had been eyeing the jade plate earlier. The greed in their eyes is so palpable that it is unconcealed.

"The secret of Guge, the tribe of the female city, the treasure of the heavenly kingdom, and the gem of the 'Heart of the Holy Child' that is said to contain the divine power of the Guge Dynasty - Lao Shi, you really shouldn't kill her. There is news in the mouths of the living, and the exact news about each of the four legends is priceless. Alas, what's the use of you putting a dead man here?" Zhu Ye continued.

Every word he uttered was like a bombshell, exploding in the cellar, making the air at the scene heavier and more oppressive, and even the highly respected Trisang Gyatso's face suddenly changed.

Before Shi Miaoshou spoke, he sighed three times in a row: "Master Zhu, I am an ordinary layman, and I don't have extravagant hopes for those legends of the rivers and lakes that are high above and far away in the sky, I just want to live my life in peace." At that time, if we didn't kill her, our whole family would die, and it was already the biggest fluke to be able to kill her. Looking back now, the bloody scene from fifteen years ago is still vivid, and it makes me tremble. ”

"Hehe, hehe......" Uncle Li and Mr. Qin Da let out a sneer, as if to dissolve the dull atmosphere in the cellar.

Ding Jun could feel that everyone's interest in the jade plate was far greater than the fear brought by the "Guge Silver Eye Talisman". The treasure is moving, and the people in front of him who lick the blood with their heads are all unprofitable, and they have been coveted by the jade plate.

The four legends mentioned by Zhu Ye are part of many Tibetan legends, and like the ten unsolved mysteries of Tibet, there are more and more interpretations, but there is never a final answer.

Aunt Ge raised her head and asked, "Old Shi, you go on, let's all listen."

For some reason, Ding Jun felt that Aunt Ge's expression was a little strange, and there were some strange things swimming in her eyes, as if she was thinking about other issues with all her might, so she said that sentence very absent-mindedly.

"Mr. Ding." Fang Qing gently tugged at his sleeve and motioned for him to step back.

The two withdrew from the circle, Fang Qing stretched out his hand and quickly wrote a few words in Ding Jun's palm: "Ge, I have a ghost in my heart."

Ding Jun nodded quietly.

"Everybody, it's the same." Fang Qing wrote again, and then wrote, "What about you?"

Ding Jun sighed softly, shook his head, and wrote in the palm of the other party's hand, "Outsider."

Fang Qing shook his head, and then wrote: "There are no outsiders here."

Ding Jun didn't want to answer anymore, because his original intention was just to help Shi Miaoshou solve the trouble and deal with the person who issued the Guge Silver Eye Urging Talisman together.

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