Simply disinfecting the wound, Han Qingxin skillfully disassembled the bullet, cauterized the wound with the gunpowder inside the bullet, and then bandaged it.

Strassmann's injuries were in the back, where a sharp object pierced through the body, leaving rust-like marks around the wound.

Shichima asked while helping to deal with it, "What's the matter, I'm so badly injured." What did they do? ”

The heat burned, Strassmann groaned in pain twice, and beads of sweat were on his forehead: "I've let you down, I'm stuck in the mire." I didn't expect it to be in it, and when they saw that I was hurt, they gave up on me. ”

Han Qingxin took the dagger in his hand and picked up the dead skin around the wound and asked, "Is there something?" "Stuck in the quagmire, if they wanted to rescue, it would not be a problem to be fully equipped and armed, but they gave up on Strathman.

Yang Xi's gaze turned to the quagmire, and he fell into hesitation.

Strassmann said: "I don't know, it's probably an iron sharp weapon." I had a nerve injury in my spinal and was hallucinating at the time. I felt something in the mud, my injuries weren't that simple. Knowing that I couldn't survive on my own, I was fortunate to tell them that I didn't need to save me, and at that time I lost the will to live, so I wanted to die quietly. ”

Iron sharps? Hearing Strathman's words, Han Qingxin decisively began to search, cut off a piece of vine to fix his body, and leaned close to the quagmire, cutting through the surface of the mud, and the tip of the dagger felt the touch of a hard object.

"It's something." Han Qingxin said.

Clean up a small section of the mud and use a dagger to cut through the dirt attached to the sharp object. Oh my God, it's bronze, and it's a cone-shaped piece of bronze that buries one end deep in the mud. Han Qingxin carefully grabbed the bronze cone and pulled it down, but he didn't pull it out.

Continued to dig down dozens of centimeters, the bronze cone was embedded in the silt I don't know how deep, and still the end could not be seen, and the bronze cone was hung with coagulated blood.

Immediately afterwards, Han Qingxin saw a line of small characters on the bronze cone, stared at the line of words suspiciously, and turned his head to look at Strathsmann who was lying on the ground gasping, a little confused.

"What's wrong?" Seven asked.

"Come and see." Han Qingxin said.

Shichima took a deep breath at a glance, and his face changed dramatically.

The bizarre behavior of the two made others a little overwhelmed.

Suddenly, Shichima frowned and asked Strathman, "What are you?" ”

Foreigners do not have a single genus, but Strathman's research in Lop Nur has been going on for more than half a century, and there is something more or less clear about Chinese culture: "I belong to the snake, is there anything wrong?" ”

In this case, it was really a bit abrupt to ask his genus, under the faint natural light, Nanima's forehead was dripping with sweat, and his back was soaked with sweat under the tense nerves.

The content of this line of writing is not very bizarre in itself, but what surprised Shichima was the connection between the text and Strassmann.

The moment, STM.

The content of this text is very concise, the birth date and name, Shichima asked again in disbelief, "You were born at eleven o'clock?" ”

Shichima's words wary Strathman, it was normal for a character like him to know his year of birth, but when it came to the exact time, it seemed incredible: "How do you know. ”

Han Qingxin's face instantly turned cold: "There is something written on it." ”

Don't underestimate just a line of small words, which contains a detailed life code. The date of the Ganzhi calendar at the time of a person's birth occupies an important position in the folk beliefs of the Han people. Ancient Han astrologers used this to calculate the fate of a person, and it can be said that the fate of a person's life is predestined at the moment of birth and cannot be changed.

Strathman's expression said it all, and the birth date on the bronze cone corresponded to his date of birth. From a superstitious point of view, it makes sense why this bronze cone just stabbed him, and not someone else.

Wiping the sweat from his head, Han Qingxin crawled back along the vines, and couldn't help but feel a little scared in his heart. The rusty surface of the bronze cone is deep into the ground, and the style of the text is the ancient Han Li, and all kinds of signs are on the surface of this is at least an antiquity with a history of thousands of years.

Could it be that more than a thousand years ago, someone accurately predicted that a foreigner named Strassmann would appear here? STM happens to be the abbreviation of Strathman's English name, and the appearance of this bronze cone here is definitely not an accident, but a match of fate, and Strassmann is destined to die here at this point in time.

Strassmann was obviously also shocked by this strange situation, and said, "What, on it, with my name and birthday? ”

Nanama said: "There are many schools of Feng Shui in ancient times, including many evil arts, which are used to perform a person's birth date, and finally act on the corresponding person. I remember seeing a similar technique when I was traveling in Xiangxi one year. ”

The profession of the seven rooms is very special, and most of the time they will travel around the world, so they have a wide range of knowledge.

Seven years ago, when I was still in my twenties, I traveled to a remote village in Xiangxi, because of the geographical location, it can be said that I live out of the dust, and the villagers' lifestyles are relatively primitive.

None of the households in the village have electricity, and it is completely dark at night.

The hungry seven rooms knocked on the door from door to door, but none of them were willing to open the door for him, and one family even heard children talking in a low voice behind the door, but they just didn't want to open the door to strange visitors.

Life in the village is simple and regular, and during the day it is like most rural villagers, farming, laundry and cooking, but at night it will kick out the guests who are staying at home.

Seven rooms were curious, and one night they were kicked out by the host's house, but the children of the family mysteriously said that they should not go to the old tree at the east end of the village at night, and lay next to their door, and just ignore any sound they heard.

How could Shichima, who had a strong desire to learn when he was young, hold back the curiosity in his heart, not to mention that he was originally a Taoist priest involved in Xuanmen Taoism, and it was impossible to let go of the opportunity to explore every secret.

So I walked on the village road in the dark, and vaguely felt that I was walking towards the east end of the village. There was a bare hillside next to it, and he had been there during the day, and there was nothing in the first place, but why did the boy specifically suggest that he should not go there?

Soon, the country roads had come to an end, and the countryside was remote and barren, sometimes for miles from the east to the west of the village. But that night, Qijian walked quickly, and when he came to the east entrance of the village, the village behind him had already fallen into silence, only the sound of the whirring wind in his ears, and not a single oil lamp in the village was gone.

A bright moon hung high in the sky, sometimes obscured by clouds, and the ground was faintly light and dark.

There is one more thing on the hillside at the east entrance of the village, and Qijian regrets his recklessness a little, there have been many strange events in Xiangxi since ancient times, and this soil is a place where all kinds of secret arts are breeded.

There is an extra tree on the hillside than in the daytime, as if it grew out of the ground at a certain time after dark.

And this tree is not an ordinary tree, but a large bronze tree with huge branches and leaves, the tree is dozens of meters high, and the branches and leaves stretch out almost to block the moonlight overhead. Through the moonlight that faintly passed through the bronze giant tree on the ground, even the shadow of the bronze tree on the side of the hillside was incomparably huge.

Under such a strong visual shock, Shichima unconsciously rubbed his eyes: Is it close-up magic? He was a little suspicious of his vision, and touched the trunk with one hand, the cold metallic sensation and hardness of it undoubtedly negated his judgment.

Definitely a bronze tree without a doubt.

However, if it is just a giant bronze tree born in the night, the seven rooms will be regarded as an adventure at most, and it will be almost forgotten after a few years. Things were far from so simple, and for a moment he felt the bronze tree and climbed upwards from the bottom, wanting to see what the top of the giant tree looked like.

Qijian wanted to pay attention to good living habits, but when he said this, he turned around and asked Zhu Beichen for a cigarette. A mouthful of smoke was exhaled, and the gray smoke was mixed with the smell of nicotine, and the trance wrapped Shichima in the smoke.

The fat man said, "Don't just smoke it, go ahead and see what's on the top of the tree." ”

Shichima was unable to climb to the top of the tree at the time, because when he was at the waist of the tree, he saw strange inscriptions on the branched branches. Generally speaking, the word inscription refers to the text engraved on the bronze vessel, but it is not an exaggeration to say that Shichima is used here, and the whole body of the tree is made of bronze.

When it comes to the amount of bronze required to smelt a bronze tree of this size, it is staggering. Moreover, what age to cast this strange tree, the craftsmanship is superb even in the modern age of advanced science and technology is impossible to accomplish, a handicraft is too large to cast the difficulty of one point, when it reaches such a degree is simply impossible to create.

Zhu Beichen asked: "Inscription?" Can the font be understood, and what is recorded? He guessed that it was the craftsman who cast the bronze tree or the historical record of the reason for the casting, which was in line with common sense.

How do you know that Qijian took a puff of cigarette, shook his head slightly, and said: "It's a person's name, and it's also Hanli." The name engraved on each branch is different, and the inscription clearly records the birth date of the person's name. ”

Nanama thought for a moment and confirmed, "I should say that, I thought it was the date of my birth, but later I learned that it was the date of my death. ”

"Date of death?" Zhu Beichen asked in surprise.

"Hmm."

A bronze giant tree that grows only at night, with countless branches and branches engraved with people's names and dates of death, makes you feel terrible when you look at it. Seven felt evil, and his head was dizzy.

"Young and ignorant, but my hunch is extremely accurate, and if I continue to go up, I am afraid that something will definitely happen, so I came down." Shichima said.