Ding Jun held Fang Qing's hand and stared at her shining eyes like black grapes: "The husband must do something if he does something, in this world, there must always be some people who must walk upright and hold up the sky with their own backbones, this is the morality of men." There is morality, although life is as short as a mayfly by the water, it is just as brilliant; Without morality, even if you live as long as Peng Zu, there is no glory at all. Just as the predecessors of the rivers and lakes in history who did not care about their bodies and defended the country said that the rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of the husband, I am a man, and at this time, I will not stop no matter what. ”

The eight impassioned and inspiring characters came from Liang Qichao, a university scholar in the late Qing Dynasty, but the semantics began with the famous Qing Dynasty scholar Gu Yanwu's "Daily Knowledge? The sentence "Those who protect the world, the cheapness of the husband, and the responsibility" in "The Beginning".

Although Ding Jun once served in the US Navy SEALs, his body is full of the blood of Chinese children, and he will never forget that he is Chinese and must follow the orthodox Chinese culture.

Tears flashed in Fang Qing's eyes in an instant, and he didn't say a word, but he revealed his heart.

"Don't worry." Ding Jun patted the back of Fang Qing's hand and resolutely walked towards the towering giant tree.

"I'll wait for you here." Fang Qing said softly but firmly to Ding Jun's back, "Death date, see you or break up." ”

Ding Jun didn't look back, just raised his right arm and waved it in the air. At the moment of the great enemy, he didn't have time to weigh which was more important than Fang Qing and Xue Wan in his heart, but it was definitely a very important big issue, related to the future of the three of them.

Ding Jun climbed steadily and quickly reached the top of the giant tree. When he rescued Fang Qing before, he had already wrapped the rope connecting the eight-claw hook around the giant tree, and at this moment, he only needed to climb the rope upwards.

He paused, took a deep breath, and took in the surroundings. Faintly, an ancient temple appeared on the edge of his vision. As a rough estimate, it will be reached soon after heading west through the forest. Other than that, there was nothing unusual in the valley, neither birds nor animals, a lifeless and desolate scene.

At the same time, he also listened attentively, hoping to find the enemy's traces and be prepared.

As a result, he was disappointed, and there was no sound of footsteps or breathing in the ship.

"If someone is killed, it must not be an empty ship inside. What about the murderers? Hidden, or escaped? What will happen to me as soon as I pass over the side of the ship?" He smiled faintly, staring at the shells and oysters clinging to the bottom of the boat. It is conceivable that if the boat were towed to the beach or the shipyard, visitors would have turned a blind eye, because there were so many old ships of the same type that would end up being dismantled into planks and used to make furniture or simply used as wood.

This ship should never have been here, but it did, and it stood still.

"This time, God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha. If I come up well, I must go back well. From today onwards, I am no longer alone. He thought of Xue Youyan, Fang Qing, and Xue Wan, and there was a warm heat flow in his chest that slowly rolled.

Ding Jun grabbed the rope, climbed up with his hands alternately, and after reaching the side of the boat, he paused a little before he freed one hand and firmly buckled the edge of the plank. The plank gave him a normal feel, dry, sturdy, and slightly rough, no different from the most ordinary ship and the most ordinary plank on earth.

He clasped the plank with both hands, and with a gentle swing of his arms like a pendulum, his body fluttered over the side of the ship, and landed silently like a spring breeze stirring catkins, and spun randomly to the right, leaving the first landing site, beware of the enemy's attack like a rabbit.

The ship was empty, with a very narrow deck, and a ramp down the ramp to reach the empty cabin. For such a huge ship, the cabins are only one floor, and they are connected as one, and are not divided into rows of narrow cabins like ordinary large ships. Therefore, five seconds after Ding Jun landed, he saw clearly a qiē in the boat, no people, no traces of life, and no sound movement.

Of course, if there was really no one in the ship, Kwon Xiangtu's men would not have died tragically.

The only explanation is that the killer fled after he succeeded.

Ding Jun hibernated quietly for a few minutes, and was sure that there was no danger in the corners and corners of the huge ship, so he slowly got up, walked a few steps forward, stood in the middle of the deck, and looked up at the half-red and non-black words on the inner wall of the ship. It is said to be a text, but it is actually a stick figure, which is really similar to the hieroglyphs left in the pyramids by the ancient Egyptians.

In those words, the most common symbols are the flying eagle, the eagle's head, the eagle's beak, the wings, the single wing, the feathers, and the claws.

In addition to these eagle-related pictures, the other part is a mixture of ancient Sanskrit, ancient Tibetan, and ancient Arabic. Perhaps it is because the writer's writing habits are so strange that although Ding Jun knows every character, he cannot connect them into sentences or paragraphs.

For example, he saw the ancient Sanskrit word for "stop," followed by the ancient Tibetan word for "power," and then the ancient Arabic word for "worm." The list goes on and on.

Ding Jun walked around the deck, read hundreds of words, and couldn't find a sentence with practical significance. However, he also had a gain, at least figuring out that the eagle represents "take-off and flight", the eagle's head represents "seeing", the eagle's beak represents "speaking", the wings represent "together", the single wing represents "alone", the feathers represent "clothes", and the claws represent "walking". Also, he could tell from the color and smell of the words that the writer had dipped in the blood of some animal to quickly smear, most likely the human blood of the slain.

What's even more bizarre is that after Quan Xiangtu's men were killed, the two lines of blood that flowed down the side of the ship had been smeared into the shape of two trees, one high and one low, one thick and one small, and the trunks of the two trees were slightly curved, and the crowns touched each other, like a pair of men and women who loved each other standing side by side.

"Great, killing people and painting, it's really good Yaxing!" Seeing such a painting, Ding Jun was not angry, but as calm as a spectator watching the fire from the other side. He knew that he was on the verge of danger, perhaps one step away from the murderer. Calm will win, and fury will defeat miserably. But where is the murderer?

He pondered for a moment, and slowly descended the gangway into the cabin, which was as spacious as a small square.

The bottom of the cabin was flat, empty, not even a speck of dust was visible on the ground, clean as if it had just been cleaned by a vacuum cleaner.

Ding Jun walked around the cabin, only to see the foundations of the seven masts firmly into the floor, each as thick as a person hugging each other. Where there is a mast, there must be a cable, so he saw seven gray ropes hanging down from mid-air, entwined together, and the excess piled haphazardly on the floor.

He walked past the pile of ropes, and his heart suddenly lit up: "Ropes? There are also ropes in the earliest memories of Snow Night, so this is ...... Knotted rope notes?"

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