Chapter 384

There is a groove in the center of the boulder, and a sandalwood box is placed squarely in the groove. Open the box, and there is nothing inside.

The inside was stained with a thick layer of dust, which was poured and shook off like dust, and along with the dust fell a few thin pieces of paper.

It seemed to be deliberately reflected in the extraordinaryness of the piece of paper, and suddenly there was a ghostly roar in the fog, which sounded a bit like a baby's cry, and July was really startled by this sound.

Puzzled, I picked up the piece of paper on the ground and put it in the light to see clearly, a photo!

To be exact, it is a figure painting about the same size as the photograph, the brushwork is vivid and vivid, and the outline of the figure is very good.

Due to the vintage, the paper of the photograph has been yellowed, and the background can be seen clearly, which seems to be a city deep in a mountain. In the near view, there is an ancient sacrificial place, a presiding priest is dressed in a solemn Daxing witch silk, and the ornaments on his body are incomparably marking the wearing characteristics of the early Jiuli ancestors, holding a complete set of Daxing witch weapons, and his form and demeanor are even more with the bearing of a wizard.

The blue sky and white clouds are like a canvas hanging high, the bonfires burning on all sides of the altar, and the people worshipping under the altar. All the scenes show that they really performed a grand sacrificial ceremony, and the man who presided over the sacrifice had a high status. Looking closely, July felt that the silhouette of the man in the photo was familiar, although the color in the photo was missing, and the characters were extremely blurry.

July was stunned for a while, and finally remembered who the man was. He is not an ancestor in the myths and legends of the Black Miao in southern Yunnan, and he has nothing to do with witch Gu at all. Beichen, he is Zhu Beichen. No wonder he feels so familiar, the person depicted in the photo, the priest who presided over the sacrifice is clearly the image of Zhu Beichen.

Those who are qualified to preside over ancient sacrifices and are qualified to wear Daxing witch silk are only great witches.

The photograph is a very old age, and the distant mountain scene in the picture is somewhat similar to the current mountain range, presumably from the same mountain range.

Picking up the second photograph, the recorded image has changed again, no longer the scene of the sacrifice, but an interior picture. The most conspicuous thing in the picture is the four neatly stacked piles of skeletons, each of which has exactly nine layers, in the shape of a pyramid, wide at the bottom and narrow at the top. In the center of the pile of skulls is a fully enclosed coffin, the coffin is visually transparent, the material is roughly glass or crystal, and a lifelike female corpse lies peacefully in the coffin, with her hands crossed on her chest. It looks like she's asleep, and the contours of her face are beautiful, and the vague impression alone is reminiscent of a woman's beauty.

The colorful murals on the wall depict all kinds of women during her lifetime, due to the limited space, the content of the murals is vague, and you can roughly see the beautiful posture of the woman.

The two photos are synthetic, and the two scenes that seem to be unrelated, after judging and analyzing, July thought to himself: Is it a ritual of resurrection? The woman in the coffin was suffering from some kind of disease, and the man performed some mysterious and ancient ritual in a vain attempt to resurrect the woman in the coffin. What is the relationship between the man who presided over the sacrifice and Beichen, the two are like twin brothers.

July squinted his eyes wet from the fog, and his hand holding the photo trembled slightly, still unable to understand what happened between a man and a woman in history, and why the photo appeared here.

With all the puzzles at a loss, July decided to save the photo collection first. The two photographs were put back in the sandalwood box. At this time, a soft cry for help was faintly called nearby, the breath was very weak, and the person who made the voice was injured.

Help, help. Help me. The voices rang out only once every half a minute or so, each time not far from July, and she pulled out the picture and put the sandalwood box back into the groove, looking for the source of the cry for help.

The sound is getting weaker and weaker, the time between sounds is getting longer and longer, and the fog has a strong blocking effect on the sound, and even July can't find the exact source of the sound for a while.

Oops, July thought to himself, the person who asked for help must be in great trouble, and he was likely to face the danger of life and death, and if he couldn't be found after listening to the voice, he would die from his injuries.

By the way, Yang Xi used that way to judge the direction of sound before. In order to prevent the interference of his breathing, July held his breath and lay on the ground, and this time he clearly heard the cry for help again, coming from the northeast.

The boulder formed a certain size, and just a few steps away, the fog blocked the view, and July almost hit a boulder head-on, and after a few steps to the left, he touched the kind of stone that was about the same as the skin of a baby. There was a narrow passage in the middle, and it was necessary to turn sideways to get through, and the fog inside seemed to be a little heavier, and the closer it was to the shouting, July could clearly see a figure curled up under a boulder, and his whole body was constantly twitching, always facing July with his back.

Feeling the circle formed by the boulder, and walking to the vicinity of the boulder, July was still extremely vigilant, stopped a few meters away, called a few times, and asked about the situation of the man on the ground.

The light was dim, and the damp air was mixed with the smell of blood.

At first, I thought he was Yang Xi, after all, the two had not been lost for a long time, and the most likely person in the neighborhood was him. But when you look closer, wearing clothes is a complete change of person.

He's not Yangxi.

Moreover, he did not respond to July's sincere inquiry, and his body stiffened and shook constantly. In desperation, out of desperation to save people, July had to squat down in front of the man and pat him on the back.

"Friend, are you in any trouble and are you not feeling well?"

"Whew." It sounded more like um, and in short, he responded, his voice sounding painful.

The palm of the hand that July retracted was stained red, and his hand was not injured, so it was almost certain that the blood stain was man's.

A creepy scream ensued. If it weren't for the severe pain caused by the injury, if it weren't for the fact that he was there, seeing the blood stains on the ground and pressing under the man's body, it would be hard to imagine that this would be a sound that a person could make.

The man turned over, his dirty face, his hair was also unusually messy, and there were traces of blood on the corners of his mouth.

Wipe the blood stains off your face, and the blood stains mixed with the mud are wiped off one by one. The man is like gradually fading the veil of shame and showing himself in front of July.

The heart was beating violently, and he shouted out in a lost voice: "Beichen, Zhu Beichen!" ”

July was so excited that he forgot everything, and there was no news for many days, and there was no hope to search, but now he met by chance, and there is nothing to describe the mood at this time.

In a surging mood, he took Zhu Beichen into the warm embrace, and the tears of sadness dripped down big and big.

No matter how far apart we are or how long we are separated, when we get together again, the intimacy and the love between each other are like a strong and bitter black coffee, and there is always a sweet taste in the bitterness.

After a long time, Qiyue's mind calmed down, and he realized that Zhu Beichen was still seriously injured, and he buried his head in his arms for a long time without moving. A sniff of the nose, fortunately, although the breathing is disordered, at least there are signs of life.

When I saw Zhu Beichen with my own eyes, the heart that was hanging in July was finally let go, as long as he was safe, everything was fine.

Under the tender gaze, Zhu Beichen woke up slowly, and saw the blurred outline of July for the first time, and couldn't believe that this was the truth, "It's good to see you." ”

July gagged him and said, "Don't talk yet, you're weak now." No matter what he had experienced before, it seemed that Zhu Beichen's injuries were very serious at present, and he tore the clothes on his chest along the bleeding part, and an extremely deep wound came into view.

The wound was about 2 cm deep under the skin, but fortunately it did not touch the internal organs and happened to avoid the surrounding blood vessels. But even so, it still caused a lot of bleeding.

Cuts! Judging from the cutting shape of the wound, Zhu Beichen was attacked with a sharp weapon. The sharp edge of the knife shows how sharp the knife that attacked him is, so that the knife technique is skillful and accurate, if he hadn't dodged it in time, this knife would have gone straight to the heart.

After a simple bandage of medicinal powder in July, he lay down on the spot with Zhu Beichen in his arms, his breathing was much more even, and the blood flowing from the wound finally stopped.

July wondered that Zhu Beichen was kidnapped by Strassmann and others, and since he chose to kidnap rather than kill him on the spot, it proved that the group of people did not want his life. After entering the Sun Tomb, Zhu Beichen would meet someone again, and that person had to be so decisive to kill him.

"Are you feeling better?" When his wife met her injured husband after a long absence, July carefully cared for and asked, and her smile became sweeter due to the change in mood.

Who knows, what Zhu Beichen said shocked her again, "It's Han Qingxin, it's her who attacked me." She's going to kill me. ”

The temperature around him suddenly became much colder, and the dense fog suddenly made people feel that the scene in front of them was not so real, and July suddenly felt a little dizzy, and his mind couldn't turn around. Han Qingxin actually killed Zhu Beichen, which was the biggest joke.

Recalling this woman, July is still very impressed. From Han Qingxin's eyes, you can almost feel the love that bursts out with a deep sense of jealousy, if it is said that other people are suspected of killing people and have motives, July will still believe that in the eyes of women, it is impossible for Han Qingxin to be alone.

However, the words were said by Zhu Beichen himself, and there is no doubt about the authenticity.

After thinking about it again, Qiyue asked, "Beichen, it's not that I don't believe you, are you sure it was really Han Qingxin who stabbed you?"

When the surrounding environment is silent, including the magnetic field, it is inevitable that people in the period will not be affected. It's not that he doesn't believe Zhu Beichen, but he thinks that he may have been influenced by some evil things and fell into delusion.