Ding Jun stared at Fang Qing's back, and thought of the days when he and Shi Hai ate and lived together when they were in the special forces. In the past, he regarded Shi Hai as a friend and comrade-in-arms, and never thought that there were too many strange secrets hidden behind the other party.

A gust of wind blew, and the messy hair on the back of Si Qin's head fluttered at will, like dead grass in the winter wasteland.

"It's the best of the world, and I remember seeing the women in the mural for the first time, they were living beings, hidden behind the quiet lines. They live, in an unknown world, with their own names and joys and sorrows. Perhaps, in my previous life, I was one of them...... Otherwise, how can I be reminded of the past as soon as I walk here? However, that world is too far away to reach for a lifetime, unless I abandon it, and only let the soul ride in the time and space speed, a thousand miles away, to see them, to see the world that has been fascinated for a long time. Siqin's voice was hollow, as if a dying person was deeply reminiscing about his life. However, she is still so young, and the picture of life has just unfolded, how can she be so old-fashioned?

"Looks like there's some kind of mystery hidden in these murals?" Fang Qing whispered to Ding Jun.

Ding Jun realized, moved under his feet, deflected an angle, and looked forward from Si Qin's right shoulder, trying to make his gaze the same as the other party. So he saw the right hand of a dancing girl, whose thumb and middle finger were touched, the index and ring fingers straight forward, and the tail finger exaggerated upward, almost at a ninety-degree angle to the ring finger.

The style of painting can be described as "plump and fat", so the outline of the flesh and bone of the hand is also plump and lovely, except for the cocked little finger, which is slender and delicate, and the style is very different from the other four fingers.

This unexpected discovery made Ding Jun wonder: "Looking like that, it seems that someone has changed the details of the mural?" Is there any point in doing that?"

In most temples across the mainland, there are maintenance and repair projects every year, and the dilapidated and damaged ancient buildings and ancient murals are repaired and repainted on different scales. However, Tibetan temples rarely carry out this kind of restoration work, but try to maintain their original appearance, and do not dare to use dog's tail to continue the mink, and desecrate the precious cultural relics left by skilled craftsmen and wise masters thousands of years ago.

The tail finger is the most insignificant part of the human body, and if it weren't for a long stare, no one would have noticed this small detail. Of course, in addition to the contour lines, the color of the paint on the tail finger, the old and the new are organically integrated with the mural, and there is no sense of disobedience.

"Maybe I'm too careful? Maybe that's what the mural is?" Ding Jun moved his gaze, trying to find the hands of the other dancers and confirm each other. However, he turned his gaze around and reluctantly gave up, because the damage to this group of murals was relatively severe, and it was impossible to find another intact human hand in the whole picture.

Suddenly, he found that Siqin's cheeks were trembling slightly, and his lips were silently opening and closing, probably reciting something silently.

He listened attentively, and roughly heard vague words such as "supreme, soul, clutch, sacrifice".

At that time, Fang Qing had already quietly moved to Si Qin's left, frowning, her eyes unblinking, staring at Si Qin's lips. A real master must know "lip language", and at this moment, she is concentrating on reading Siqin's lip movements, quickly translating, and obtaining the words recited by the other party.

Ding Jun sighed, he found that Fang Qing's mind thinking and adaptability were absolutely first-class, he had just thought of something, and Fang Qing had already set out to do it. The two have very similar thinking patterns, and inadvertently, they will think of going together.

"It's a sacrificial scripture, a human sacrifice, and it's not going to be good—" Fang Qing suddenly whispered. If it weren't for the emergency, she would not have issued a warning.

"Really? Retreat, retreat! In an instant, Ding Jun also noticed that the situation was different, because his gaze never left Si Qin's side face, and at this moment, he suddenly saw that the chewing muscles of Si Qin's cheeks had become stiff and knotted. Usually, that kind of change in a person's face only occurs when they curse and swear through gritted teeth.

Here, in addition to the murals, there are only two people, him and Fang Qing, if Si Qin implements "living sacrifice", it can only be for the two of them. However, he woke up too late, or rather, he and Fang Qing always felt that Si Qin was a puppet who was used, pitiful and pathetic, and his whole life was a huge tragedy - they were too kind, and they took pity on Si Qin at the beginning, so they lowered their guard against her, so they unknowingly became Taoist.

Those murals were originally flat structures, but in the blink of an eye, the details of the murals changed concave and convex, becoming a pure three-dimensional picture, wrapping Ding Jun from all sides. He wanted to retreat, but he felt like he was holding a boulder weighing a thousand pounds on his legs, and he couldn't take a step at all.

Anyone in such a situation will look down, and he will be no exception. As soon as he looked down, he saw an ethereal, eerie and eerie entrance to the world. The diameter of the entrance was about ten meters, the hollow was transparent, and there was no obstruction, causing his body to fly downward, falling into the abyss without hindrance.

"Click, click, click", Ding Jun heard the familiar sound of a bullet stuck in the magazine. In the special forces, he repeats the same maneuver hundreds of times, and every bullet in the magazine is carefully checked to ensure that they never jam at critical moments, and that they can be fired accurately in the chamber of the gun and hit the target without the slightest.

He liked the rhythmic action, jamming the magazines one by one, and then pushing the magazines into the barrel of the gun, and with a click, they were fully engaged. The gun is the talisman of the special forces fighters, and at any time, with a gun in hand, courage and audacity will naturally come.

has the same hobby as him, as well as Shi Hai. When it comes to targeting, they are neck-and-neck in terms of results, always occupying the first place on the same team.

"Ding Jun." He seemed to hear Shi Hai calling himself.

"Ding Jun, death is everywhere, and sometimes in order to ensure victory, we can only forget about ourselves. Have you played the games of the Resident Evil series? In the game, in order to dispel the fear in the heart, the real master will treat himself as a zombie, zombie to zombie, emotionless, inhuman, no life and death, and fight on the same level as the enemy - the same is true when we face terrorists, never think of ourselves as warriors. Now, we are also terrorists, and we are on a mission to hunt, destroy, and destroy, but our goal is the opposite......"

These are the words that Shi Hai said, and they rang in his ears one by one.

"Shi Hai, where are you?" Ding Jun couldn't help but scream.

"I am everywhere, I am the strongest hunter, daring to chase and kill any kind of powerful prey that comes to life in my life. Life is a wonderful game for me. Remember, death is not terrible, the point is, you must know the meaning of death, and the rebirth after death, and eternal life after rebirth! ”

That's what Shi Hai said, Ding Jun didn't understand it at the time, but now he seems to understand a little.

In a trance, Ding Jun saw Shi Hai's face, and in the white mist, Shi Hai slowly approached, his steps were slow, and he looked tired.

"Stone Sea!" Ding Jun was pleasantly surprised, but he definitely knew that what he saw was just an illusion, because Shi Hai was dead, turned into a handful of white ashes in the ash altar, and could not be reborn.

"Ding Jun, I'm so glad that you didn't break your promise and sent me back to Torin Temple. This is where I will end up, but I'm even happier that you'll come in with me, good brother—" Shi Hai continued to approach.

"Stop, stop!" Ding Jun screamed, because he found that what was constantly approaching was nothing more than an empty head.

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