The copper mine on the Yudai Peak was built in the ****** period, and due to inconvenient transportation and poor environment, this copper mine with little mining value was abandoned after that vigorous campaign. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

More than 60 years later, the railroad tracks that used to transport ore in the mine have decayed, and the wooden frames supporting the roof of the cave have collapsed, and the tunnels are covered with large and small rubble, making it almost impossible to move an inch.

Thirty or forty meters from the entrance to the mine, several Indian militants with headbands and AK rifles huddled around an ammunition box, playing cards and keeping vigil. A few flashlights with the heads of the lamps unscrewed and held in the air with the barrels of their guns as a light source for illumination, in this dark mine, only a small area can be illuminated, and a few meters away it is dim. Not far away was the sleeping companion of Zhengxiang, and from time to time there was a snoring sound coming from the sleeping bag, and the bonfire in the pile of people was about to be extinguished.

Walking further into the depths of the mine, about three or four hundred meters, in the darkness where you can't see your fingers, there are two lean old men sitting cross-legged.

How thin are you?

If there is a light, it will definitely scare people.

It is a layer of skin wrapped around the bones, like a waxed corpse in a museum, and the hair is withered like hay, looking like a terminally ill person, but the spirit is extraordinarily full, sitting in the rubble, not panicking at all, and the face is as peaceful as a Buddha.

From time to time, water seeped from the top of the mine, dripping onto the two of them, evaporating at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a wisp of white mist that dissipated into the cold air. If you observe the two people with thermal imaging equipment, you will find that the infrared signal on their bodies is extremely strong, as if they are on fire, and the body surface temperature is at least sixty or seventy degrees. At this moment, the bioelectricity in their bodies is operating in a bizarre way, creating a short-circuit-like effect, producing a large amount of heat.

This is an almost devastating way of cultivation, in which the excess fat and even the muscles in the body are burned and consumed, leaving only the muscles and bones, and the membranes, which are increasingly strengthened in the tempering.

Therefore, the seemingly thin bodies of these ascetics actually contain incredible strength and extraordinary strength.

There were six such dervishes, each in groups of two, sitting quietly around the corner of the mine.

Although they are in a state of meditation, their spirits are highly concentrated in pain, and their hearing and touch are all raised to the limit, and no wind or grass, even a mouse crawling silently through the darkness, cannot hide their perception.

Six people have built three lines of defense, which can be said to be impregnable.

Destroying the Han and Tang dynasties, which are the most well-preserved ancient civilizations, is self-defeating if it is not prudent.

A few days ago, there were already awakened people from the Han and Tang Kingdoms sneaking in, causing several casualties.

Further down is a slightly wider mine tunnel, where a low-power diesel generator is working, making a noisy roar, and several fifty-watt incandescent lamps hang along the cave wall, bringing a glimmer of light to this gloomy enclosed space, where nearly three-quarters of the space is filled with explosives, neatly stacked in boxes and stacked neatly. Some of the boxes contained explosives with detonators, and the detonators were placed at the top of the boxes.

At the end of these explosives, two burly men with red lips and white teeth, round eyes and square ears sat on a snow-white cowhide, they were **** upper body, with a bronze complexion, and strong muscles like iron, looking like the Dharma Protector King Kong in Buddhism, majestic, dignified, and a trace of ferocity.

A slightly thin ascetic sat like a servant, kneeling behind them, bowing his brow and muttering words in his mouth, accompanied by the silent chanting of the two, as if he were engaged in some mysterious religious ritual.

In front of the two strong men who looked like 'Dharma Protector Vajra', there was a fat man who was tied to death by a cow tendon rope, really very fat, the meat on his body was squeezed out of the gap in the rope, just like a rock sugar hoof, I don't know what his identity was, wearing an army green jacket, his hair was dyed silver, and he had a very trendy and handsome hairstyle, this dress and temperament were exactly like people from two worlds with those two Dharma Protector Vajra, one was a fantasy world, and the other was a real world.

As this strange 'ritual' progressed, the fat man on the ground seemed to suffer a great deal of pain, his face turned the color of pig liver, and he kept rolling his eyes.

But his temper is very great, and occasionally he regains a trace of sobriety, and then scolds.

"You dare to give Grandpa Songbang, Grandpa I will kill you a few stupid forks...... Ouch...... You miss it, you miss your mother, it's endless......"

Before he finished speaking, the neck muscles of a 'Dharma Protector Vajra' suddenly tensed, and his mouth opened, as if he was roaring and drinking, but he couldn't hear the sound, but the ascetic behind him suddenly chanted several times faster, and the noise made people even more upset.

The fat man suddenly felt as if his heart had been pinched hard, like an invisible hand, penetrating his chest and directly entering the chest cavity. The intense palpitation caused him to convulse, followed by a mouthful of gastric juice mixed with blood spat out of his throat.

He fainted again, and it was the first time in three days that he had fainted.

However, before the coma lasted for a few seconds, a thunderclap suddenly exploded from the mouth of another 'Dharma Protector Vajra' next to him.

With a click, the fat man felt that the hairs on his body stood up, and his body seemed to be cut by a thousand knives, and the severe pain made him wake up all at once.

Like a fathead fish pressed on the board, it keeps struggling.

"The two divine envoys have inherited the sound of destruction of Lord Shiva, and I would like to hear the voice of life from the great god Brahma, it is said that this life and one death complement each other, hiding the mystery of the evolution of life in the universe, I hope you can fulfill the wishes of the two divine messengers, and you can kill my disciples, you can not blame the past." The dervish behind Vajra stopped chanting and spoke, speaking in curry-flavored English that sounded awkward.

It seems that this is not the first time that he has said this, as if he was reading from a book, without emotion.

The fat man licked his lips that had been bitten by his own teeth, spit the bloody saliva at the feet of the two divine envoys, and replied in English: "How many times has Grandpa told you, my Qingqiu Mountain's life thunder sound is inherited from the ancestor of the Han and Tang peoples, Shennong's clan, and has a fart relationship with the life voice of your Brahma god, want to hear it?" Dream on...... He also told me that he was not to blame in the past, you were presumptuous in my Han and Tang lands, killing my fellow clan, and I was the eighteenth generation of your ancestors. ”

The dizzying chanting sounded again, and the fat man fell into a painful struggle again.

This torture-like 'ritual' seems to go on like this until the fat man runs out of oil, or the patience of the two oracles runs out.

At this moment, a man suddenly walked in from outside the mine, unkempt, covering his lower body with only a ragged rag, stepping on the gravel with his bare feet, and it was actually rattling, like a mule with iron palms, and he was an ascetic.

"There was a young man outside, claiming to be the envoy of the four great sects, who wanted to negotiate with the two divine envoys, and brought a gift." The dervish lowered his head and said, not daring to look directly into the eyes of the two 'Dharma Protector Vajra', speaking Sanskrit.

The two 'Dharma Protectors' shifted their attention and closed their mouths at the same time.

The fat man on the ground was finally relieved, and he gasped for breath, because the blood vessels of his heart and lungs were shattered a lot by the sound of destruction, and his panting voice was hoarse, like a whistle.

"Are you sure there's no fraud in it? These awakened people of the Han and Tang Kingdoms are all good at intrigue and trickery, and they should not be careless. An oracle said.

"There should be no deception, I have inspected his body with divine power, and I have just arrived at the threshold of the Phaseless Realm, according to their Han and Tang Kingdoms, it is the late stage of foundation building, and the strength is very weak, and it is not a threat." The dervishew replied respectfully.

"Then bring him in." Another oracle said.

The dervish was ordered to retreat, walking in the darkness where he could not see his fingers, and his steps were unusually steady.

A few minutes later, he came to the entrance to the mine.

Luoyang, who had been searched, was being watched by an ascetic and several armed men with guns.

Under Luoyang's strong request, the sword box was still carried by himself, and no one had seen the flaw so far.

On the side of the box attached to the back, a hole the size of a needle's eye was drilled, and the silver thread connecting the Kunlun sword was pierced through it, not directly exposed, but from Luoyang's trouser waist, and finally from the trouser leg of his right leg, so the silver wire was almost arranged against the ground. The ground is unusually messy, and the gravel is everywhere, which is a good shelter. In addition, the light in the mine is very dark, so it is almost impossible for the silver thread to be discovered.

"Come in with me, the oracle has promised to see you." The dervish said to Luoyang in broken English.

Luoyang stood at the entrance of the mine for a long time, and was a little nervous at first, but at this moment he had completely calmed down, nodded his head, and motioned for the ascetic to lead the way.

The dervish turned and walked a little faster into the depths of the mine.

After Luoyang followed a few steps, he stopped and said, "Can you walk slower, I walked all the way from Sunshine City to here, I am really a little tired, I hope you can understand." ”

"Yes." The dervish turned around and slowed his pace a bit.

"Also, can you get this group of people not to follow my ass with a gun? It would be bad if I went off, I am a messenger, not an enemy, and not a prisoner of yours. Luoyang put forward another condition, fluent in English, neither humble nor arrogant, and played a very much like an envoy.

The dervish thought for a moment and waved his hand to let the armed men with guns leave, leaving only one to light the light.

The light emitted by the flashlight was in the form of a beam, which could only illuminate the road in front of Luoyang, and the silver wire behind him was still hidden in the darkness.

Luoyang's hanging heart finally let go, the speed was so slow, and no one followed behind him, and the probability of problems with the silver line was greatly reduced.

During the walking process, Luoyang kicked the flying gravel with his left foot from time to time to create some movement and cover up the sound that the silver thread could make.

After walking slowly for seven or eight minutes and turning several corners, Luoyang finally arrived at the place where explosives were hoarded in the depths of the mine.

The silver thread against his skin also gave him a tingling itch, which proved that he was electrified.

This is the 'code' he agreed with Bai Haichan, the silver wire has been continuously transmitting, if the current suddenly disappears, it proves that the silver wire is broken, this has to implement another set of plans, pretend to be a real envoy, and strive to get out afterwards.