In July, the sterilized silver needles were pierced into several acupuncture points on the soles of Ningyun's feet, and the precise acupuncture control techniques and the priority and urgency of the acupuncture techniques were different from the traditional acupuncture techniques in the ancient Central Plains.

Clear-eyed people in the industry knew at a glance that July's acupuncture skills were definitely more spiritual than some old Chinese medicine practitioners with rich experience, Han Qingxin's eyes lit up, and he took a deep breath, this skill even felt impressed by himself.

The soles of the feet were closed and anesthetized, and July lightly picked up a knife-shaped Gu device to cut the skin and flesh next to the needle, and the wound was extremely small, and Ning Yun couldn't even feel the skin tearing. In July, he picked up a small Gu device in the shape of tweezers, clamped the needle, and slowly pulled the needle out.

"It hurts, girl, it hurts a little." Ning Yun sweated in pain.

After the operation was completed, July took the disinfectant handed by Han Qingxin to clean the wound, and checked that there was no abnormality by the way, so he was relieved to put on the wound patch.

Now the bronze needle was in front of them, sharpened to a sharper point than a normal injection needle, and a size smaller than the smallest sewing needle.

The fat man said, "Do you want to do a test?" ”

Han Qingxin rummaged through the medicine box and said, "No tools, no laboratory tests." He glanced at Strathman again and said, "Maybe that old man has a way, or I should wake him up?" ”

The fat man said: "It's too inhumane, people are asleep, and the condition is quite serious." ”

Ning Yun lifted his legs, and found that there was no discomfort, and everyone was tired, and planned to rest for a few hours before continuing to walk. The division between day and night in the swamp forest is not obvious, and it is the same at any time of the day to set off for rest.

In short, the crisis of Ningyun is over for the time being.

July sat down next to Ning Yun, but in his mind he was thinking about what he had experienced before: the soldier who had an unexpectedly high fever, the bronze giant tree that Shichima had mentioned, and the wound on Strathman's back. It seems that everything is inextricably linked to the metal of bronze. Thinking of this, she looked at Ning Yun who was asleep, stroked her forehead, and prayed silently in her heart: "Ning Yun, you must not leave me." ”

In the haze, July sleepiness struck, and I gradually fell asleep.

When I woke up again the next day, the cloud lying beside me was gone.

Glancing around, Zhu Beichen, Qijian, Yang Xi and everyone else, all of them disappeared without a trace.

Where did they go? What happened during the time I was asleep, and why didn't I feel anything at all?

"Ningyun? Ningyun? ”

"Beichen, Qijian, where are you?"

One after another, in exchange for an empty echo, she was still deep in the swampy forest, with the same mud under her feet and the dim environment in front of her.

A complete set of Gu weapons was still beside him, Han Qingxin's medical box and Strassmann's stretcher were still in place, but the only thing missing was a person. There were no footprints around them, and all signs were undoubtedly telling July that they had disappeared into thin air.

With the biting wind on her back, July turned around and looked up, and the scene in front of her made her stunned: "Bronze Tree." ”

A huge bronze tree stretched out of the mud, its thick trunk reaching into the sky, and its dense branches and foliage stretched out into the distant space.

The bright color of the bronze ancient tree reveals a breath of ancient vicissitudes, the shape of the ancient tree is majestic, the branches and leaves are sparse, it is simply a perfect treasure.

Zhou Ding is gluttonous, has a head but no body, cannibalism is not swallowed, and it harms his body.

The bronze trunk is carved with gluttonous patterns, indicating that this ancient tree is at least an antiquity of the Zhou Dynasty, and the formation time will not be later than that of the Zhou Dynasty. The two major categories of dragons, snakes, phoenixes and birds became the main ornaments of the bronzes of this period, and also cast a veil of mystery on the bronzes of the Zhou Dynasty.

The ancient rhyme with a savage atmosphere deeply shook July. In connection with the story narrated by the Seven Rooms, if it is true, is there an inscription carved on the branches and leaves of the ancient bronze tree, and each inscription represents the year of birth and death of a living life? July is more concerned about what happens if he sees Ning Yun's name in it.

She didn't dare to continue to think about it, the more she was afraid of a mysterious existence, the more curious she became, and her strong desire for knowledge and curiosity drove her to walk away in disbelief.

Before he could get close to the ancient bronze tree, a muffled sound sounded next to him, and a metal object weighing 100 catties fell into the mud.

Leaning over to take a look, it turned out to be the branches of the ancient bronze tree, probably because the ancient bronze tree itself was overwhelmed by rust and corrosion, and fell off, and it happened to fall in front of July.

I wanted to stride over, but the sudden thought commanded July to glance at the branch, and hurriedly saw a short inscription.

Don't look at it, don't look at it, July suggests to himself, you don't have to look at it to have a premonition of the content of the inscription. In the end, she lowered her head and looked at the inscription carefully, and the scene she didn't want to see appeared: Ningyun, Bingxu year, Xinmao month, Bingchen day.

Doesn't the year of Bingxu refer to 2006, that is, this year? It is indeed not the year of birth, but the year of death.

July's heart trembled, and he couldn't tell the extremely complicated thoughts at this time, will Ning Yun die, what time is it today, who will die in the end, and who will be left behind?

Ning Yun's voice and smile hung on the branches of the ancient bronze tree in a trance, winking at him playfully with the smile of the past, and talking to himself with a small mouth: Girl, I miss you so much, I really miss you.

Tears fell like spring water, and the liver and intestines were broken a little. Facing childhood playmates and best friends who grew up playing together, I was the most cruel to predict her death.

Near the tree, when I looked up to wipe my tears, I clearly saw a familiar name: STM, Bingxu year, Xin Mao month, Ding Si day.

She couldn't control her heart from beating violently, it was Strassman, and his name appeared here, meaning that he would die too.

The wind and dust were mixed with a thin layer of rain and dew, and the rain was connected into thin lines, washing the vicissitudes of the ancient bronze trees, hitting the silent silt ground, and splashing ripples in the dirty silt water.

The rain mercilessly hit July's sluggish face, and the blood-colored rain stained July's pure white skirt red, messing with the thoughts of the dustless woman in front of her.

"No, no. Everything is an illusion, it is all false, Ning Yun will not die, he will not die. Ning Yun, we said that we would hold hands together, and be good sisters for the rest of your life, you can't die. ”

"I can't bear you, you can't go."

"We have to go back to Miaojiang together, go back to Heishui River, live in our bamboo building, and live a life without fighting with the world."

The heart-rending roar was mixed in the rain line, and July had long since stopped crying.