Three days later.

A young man who had not slept for a long time had just been brought to the lodge, his hair was like a bird's nest, his clothes were ragged, and he smelled of overnight wine, and the only thing that made him feel that he was not crazy was his quiet eyes.

"Why run?"

The sloppy man's body suddenly trembled, his face pale, but he didn't say a word.

His body trembled like a sieve, and he turned sharply and ran towards the courtyard gate, but the gate was obscured by a huge figure.

The scruffy man slammed into the figure as if it were on a stone.

"In front of the little prince, how can you be presumptuous!"

Zhao Hulu grabbed the shirt on the back of the man's neck, mentioned it in mid-air, and said in a dull but fierce voice: "Say, whatever the little prince asks you, you will answer, if you dare to say something wrong, Lao Tzu will slap you!"

Xia Guang smiled and didn't care, just asked again: "Why do you want to run?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Hulu slapped him directly, and the man felt that a force of gravity carried his head to the side, dizzy.

"You... Didn't you say the wrong thing to fight?"

The sloppy man said with a sad face.

Zhao Hulu said coldly: "The Sprinkle family will let you try your strength first." ”

Xia Guang glanced at this big man who was usually sulky, but he didn't expect that there were still some means.

And under this operation, the sloppy man seemed to be awakened, but the trembling of his body still did not stop, and his eyes turned left and right.

Xia Guang understood, waved his hand and said to the guards around him, "You guys go down." ”

Soon, only he, Zhao Hulu, and the sloppy man were left in this open space, and only then did the latter slowly open his mouth and spit out two words: "There are ghosts." ”

An eerie aura suddenly appeared in the air.

Zhao Hulu snorted coldly, and his futon-like big hand was about to slap again.

The sloppy man hurriedly said, "What I said is true! There is a ghost, there really is, it is chasing me, because I saw it, I didn't mean to, I just got lost in the desert, I just saw that tomb...

I was very thirsty, and there was a desert all around, and when I saw the place with the forest, I thought it was an oasis, so I ran there.

I didn't mean to, I really wasn't. ”

He seemed to be in an extremely excited mood, so much so that Zhao Hulu slapped him again before he came to his senses.

Xia Guang thought for a while, and then continued: "Stuffy gourd, put him down." ”

Then he looked at the sloppy man who was kneeling on the ground and coughing heavily, and said, "I don't know if there are ghosts, but if you don't explain it clearly, you may become a ghost today, understand?"

The sloppy man's body was excited, and then he told the story, it turned out that he didn't say everything in the news about the tomb of the sword god.

At this time, it seems that he is completely dead, and with fear, he said it all.

This man's name is Yan Xiu, although his name is delicate, but he is not a scholar, not even a down-to-earth person, he is half a wind medium, and he has a lot of wild roads in this area, and more than three months ago, he got the news early that another group of caravans were intercepted on the outskirts of the desert, and the camels carrying goods were scattered in all directions.

He did not inform the government, but went out of the customs alone with a fluke mentality, hoping to make a fortune, and if he hit a camel, he could take the goods he was carrying for himself.

But the camel did not meet, but let himself be lost in the desert, it was the middle of summer, the temperature in the desert was extremely high, he soon felt dying, like a headless fly around the bump, and in a trance, he saw a "oasis" suddenly appeared in the distance, he hurriedly ran there, but no matter how far he ran, how long, the "oasis" was still in the sky.

Only then did he realize that this was a mirage, a mirage, very false, obviously in front of him, but in fact it was on the horizon.

And then...

Just when he was depressed, he found that he had reached the edge of that "mirage".

As if he had touched a certain bubble, he had already entered half of the whole person, and then he saw the forest mountain road, the mountain road was silent, not even the sound of insects, behind him was a desert, and here was indeed a forest.

He just didn't think much about it, thinking that he had taken great luck, and then walked along the broken main road in disrepair on the mountain road, and as he walked, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and it felt like something was staring at him in the dark.

He was horrified in his heart, and quickly turned his head to look in all directions, but this forest was very dense, and there were countless ancient green vines and dead vines like pythons entangled with each other, hanging upside down, and the humidity was extremely heavy, not like an oasis at all, but like another world that was incompatible with the desert.

Only then did he understand the source of the strange sensation, which was the moisture and the pupil-like gap between the vines.

This kind of place, he had only heard of in legends, could be some relic that stayed in the cracks of space.

Retreat or continue the search?

He struggled slightly, and when he saw that he had walked for so long and had not had an accident, he was thinking about going further, and if he saw that the situation was not good, he would flee again, otherwise luck would come, but he could not grasp it, and he was unwilling.

There are usually unimaginable treasures or inheritances in such ruins, and if you can get a little one, you won't have to worry about it in this life.

In the follow-up exploration, he saw a well as he wished, the water in the well had gushed out, tried it slightly, and felt that it was not poisonous, but he could not bear the burning thirst, and knelt down by the well and drank it in a big gulp.

Halfway through the drink, his mind was getting clearer and clearer, and then he saw his reflection in the water, which was a pale woman's face covered by black hair!!

He was frightened, and then watched as the woman slowly brushed her hair away.

I thought I was going to die, but I was dragged out by a force, the man was full of scum, but he had white hair, like a wild man, and ran to a certain realm, that is, he hurriedly said: "Tell the Son of Heaven that Xia Dan is still alive." ”

The white-haired savage spoke quickly, as if he was racing against time, and was afraid of something, and then threw him far away.

Whew...

As if out of some bubble again, he lay in the desert, and only then did he feel a little warmth in the fire-like temperature of midsummer, and his frozen limbs began to recover slowly.

Then, when the desert reached twilight, and the weather entered a rare and short period of peace, he took advantage of this time to escape back to Yanshan Pass and entered the pass before the night ban.

Thinking of the white-haired savage's instructions, he thought that he was a life-saver after all, so he went to the government to report truthfully, but maybe he was selfish, so he only said it was a mirage, but he didn't say it was a relic.

Taishou naturally knew who "Xia Dian" was, so he hurriedly rushed 100,000 miles, went out of the Sword Pavilion, passed through the Han Valley, and reported to the Son of Heaven, and then Xia Guang came here to investigate.

Later, this Yan Xiu stayed at home honestly for a while, but one day, in the water tank at home, he saw the reflection of the woman with long hair covering her face, he thought he was dead, but the woman just let out a miserable laugh, and then spit out two words: "Come back." ”

Yan Xiu naturally didn't go back, but soon he felt that his internal organs began to bleed, as if a hand was crawling in the abdominal cavity, and he found famous doctors all over the city, all of whom said that it was not a disease, and found a blind fortune teller, who only said that "to solve the bell, you must tie the bell."

Yan Xiu's body is a day by day, he knows that he has to go back, it can be regarded as a fight, between life and death, he also forgot the horror of the female ghost, and rode a horse overnight to get out of the customs, but halfway was intercepted by the officers and soldiers of the Western Capital, brought back to this courtyard, and met the little prince.