King Zhuang's Curse Chapter 59 Reunion after farewell

If there is a ground machine like a boulder here, it means that this step is real, and it must not be a divine machine. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Of course, the blind man and I didn't know, thinking that I was trapped by the divine machine, and the blind man even encouraged me to close my eyes and walk, like Lao Li in the Heavenly Palace, and walk out of the unbounded overpass.

I also believed it and said to the blind man, "There is no other way but to fight!" ā€

Just before we turned off the searchlight and closed our eyes, something on the side wall of the steps caught my eye, and it was it that reversed our bad decision and saved our lives.

There was a row of knife-carved words on the side wall of the steps, crooked, but I could recognize it at a glance as my cousin's handwriting, and I squatted down to look closely, and it read: "Chen Tu, I'm in, wait for me here."

The blind man was not familiar with his cousin's handwriting, and said with a firm look: "This is not written by Brother Erdan, we can't believe it!" ā€

I was very sure of my cousin's handwriting, and when I saw the blind man's words, I smiled and asked, "Why?" ā€

"What do you usually call Brother Erdan?"

"Loach!"

"That's right, you see that this is engraved with Chen Tu, I have never heard him call your name!" The blind man said.

The blind man said this, which was indeed very reasonable, and made me look at him with admiration, and praised: "I don't see, when did you become so smart!" ā€

"A long illness becomes a good doctor." The blind man said modestly, but he couldn't hide the smug look on his face.

"The loach character of the loach, you carved it out for me to see?" I said with a smile.

"What do you mean?" The blind man wondered, but did so, took the knife and scratched the steps, and finally looked at me with a grin, "I can't write......"

The blind man immediately understood that it was not strange for my cousin to write my name, because it was much more difficult to write with a knife than with a pen.

My cousin is so smart, he certainly doesn't know how to write loach characters like a blind man, but instead of carving the three words fish and fire on the small steps, it is better to have two horizontal and one vertical soil characters that are simple and trouble-free.

At the same time, it can also be seen from the skew of the font that my cousin left us advice in a hurry with limited time.

"So what should we do next?" The blind man asked.

"Wait!"

Waiting is the only option we can make, and it is also my trust in my cousin, which can also be said to be dependence.

Growing up, my cousin and I were inseparable, and in the whole village, there were almost no other friends of the same age, whether the two of them were good or bad, he dominated everything, and his decisions were deeply embedded in my genes, just like my beliefs.

My cousin left a special advice to wait for him where we are, and I will definitely do it, which does not mean that I do not care about his safety.

The blind man has always been an unassertive person, and he is more attached than me, so he naturally chooses to wait, but he keeps asking me: "Where did Brother Erdan get in?" How could the entrance disappear? ā€

I understood that he was asking for a distraction, for I certainly did not know, that in this dark underground, a tomb within a tomb, there were two bodies of friends lying beside them, and we were suffocated by the feeling of oppression.

I shook my head and sat side by side with the blind man on the steps, my back to the wall.

As soon as he began to rest, the feeling of hunger followed, and when he remembered that he had not eaten for a long time, he asked the blind man, "Is there anything to eat?" ā€

The blind man was already so hungry that his eyes were dizzy, and he said pitifully: "Everything is in Brother Erdan's backpack, and I see stones like bread now!" ā€

"Well......" I still didn't mention the food, and the more I talked, the hungrier I became, so I changed the subject, "imagine where did my cousin get in?" ā€

"Can you fantasize at will?"

"Well, let your imagination fly!"

"I think it's supposed to be a light that appeared out of thin air, slowly opened, and Brother Erdan crossed into it and went to another world!" The blind man said impassionedly, looking like he was about to cultivate to become an immortal.

I couldn't help but laugh: "You've watched too many sci-fi movies!" ā€

"Didn't you let me imagine it at will?"

"Well, that's a good point......

The topic shifted quite well, forgetting about hunger, the two leaned against the wall, their whole bodies relaxed, tired for so long, and before they knew it, they fell asleep.

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We were awakened by the sound of broken footsteps, and the blind man and I opened our eyes at the same time, and the claustrophobic underground kept everyone on our toes.

Listening to the voice, there was more than one person coming down the steps, and we were not sure whether the other party was good or evil, and we did not dare to turn on the searchlight rashly, because it was always advantageous for us to be in the dark.

There was nothing here, there was no place to hide, and the blind man and I unconsciously clenched the short knife, which was the Swiss army knife that Song Ming had given to a few of us young people before coming, which was light and easy to carry, and could also cope with occasional needs.

As the footsteps approached, my nerves tensed, and in the distance, the circles of the two searchlights swayed, and the steps in front of me were illuminated.

Just as the other party's searchlight shone on us, the blind man and I were instantly speechless.

Song Ming and the four ghosts of Beibei stood in front of us in tattered clothes, slightly bloodstained, and covered in scars, looking at me and the blind man with the same surprised eyes.

But it's not Song Ming who surprised me.

Under the light of Song Ming's searchlight, there were two pools of blood on the empty steps, and the bodies of the little bell and Song Yulu disappeared at some point!

Before I could calm down, Song Ming spoke: "It seems that the old monster didn't come here,, let it run away!" ā€

It turned out that Song Ming was not surprised to meet us!

Shangguan Hai said in a strange manner: "Fighting with the god of death, the fun is endless!" ā€

Lao Li said sarcastically: "I see that your pants have been torn into strips of cloth by it, and you are still having fun here!" ā€

"Hahaha, I heard that Shangguan Hai never wears pants!" The tiger laughed from the sidelines.

"You men are so boring!" Qin Xiaoxiao couldn't help but snicker.

After the four ghosts in the north were in a mess, Song Ming said to us lightly: "What are you doing sitting here? ā€

They simply turned a blind eye to me and the blind man, and were all so badly wounded, and could talk and laugh, that I was really depressed, and replied, "I'm waiting for you!" ā€

Song Ming glanced at the two pools of blood on the ground, looked at us again, and said calmly: "With so much blood, you two are not dead, right?" ā€

Song Ming's pronunciation, si and shi have never been distinguished, and I don't know if he cares about us or curses us, so he replied: "It's okay......"

He didn't know that it wasn't our blood, and I couldn't tell them.

Song Yulu is indeed dead, because the steel needle pierced through the heart, revealing half of the back, and the damage to the body could not be repaired by itself, not even God.

At this moment, the only possibility that I could think of was that Little Bell was not dead, it was she who took Song Yulu's body.

Because that knife was not inserted into the body of the little bell, but she took the initiative to meet it, but I didn't retreat.

That kiss is my final break with her, if she doesn't die, if she can still meet in this life, Song Yulu's revenge, I will definitely revenge.