Chapter 63: The End?

Loyalty is the only creed of the Romans, which is the foundation of survival for an ancient sect that has existed for thousands of years, and absolute obedience and absolute loyalty can make it stand tall with generations of dynasties in the stormy history. This is the foundation of Rohman, but also the pride of Rohman, whether in the face of life and death or suffering and danger, Rohmin people have only one belief in their hearts, that is, to complete their mission.

Some people say that the way Rohmon treats people in this way is a bit perverted, and that only the brainwashed would abandon their minds and give their all to a single organization. However, if the activities of the Rakhams had been undisciplined, they would have been out of order, and in a way, the founder of the Solomon was a great manager, and the management methods he adopted were still based on the cult of personality and hierarchy. Using someone's spiritual power as a totem to lead a large number of organizations with complex identities, in addition to extraordinary skills, it is more likely that there are loyal subordinates like Jia Daoshi, who have truly practiced and used their relatives to take the lead, and the rest of them have no complaints at all.

Cha Wenbin and Feng Qiyun felt scared for the first time, they were once enemies, such a Luo Men could never be defeated, a completely solidified whole from top to bottom, even if there were some loopholes, they would be quickly filled, and the family system adopted by the Feng clan was nothing compared to it. It's easy for one person to be loyal, but it's too difficult for all people to be loyal.

Later, in the eyes of the fat man, this view also changed, he believed that the general appearance of non-governmental groups is just a manifestation of the bundle of interests, such as some large number of underworlds, "they don't care about the team and faith, as long as they dare to slash and kill." "Rohmon is a different story. Because Rohmin is an organization armed with "spiritual power", "to fight for the purpose of embodying its own existence and belief values", such an organization, as long as the totem does not fall, of course, it cannot be defeated and defeated.

Therefore, a person like Jia Daoshi is both terrible and respectable, terrible because he has a murderous and cold-blooded heart, and what is respectable is his firmness and persistence. The evaluation of any thing or person is good or bad, good and evil are all opposite questions, and different angles will have diametrically opposite answers, and this answer can only be truly presented in the hearts of the parties.

Jia Daoshi's sadness only lasted for a cigarette, not that his heart was made of stone, otherwise he would not be so uncomfortable. It's just that now he has to abandon his personal feelings, just like when he ruthlessly clicked 019, gently wiped away the tears that were about to overflow, he straightened his chest and looked at the stone room where his relatives were lying in the distance and said loudly: "Ning'er, you have to remember that Qingshan buries loyal bones everywhere, why do you need to return the horse leather shroud!" You are my pride, and you are also the pride of Romon, grandpa is leaving, grandpa will stay here to accompany you after finishing his errands! ”

At that moment, everyone paid tribute to the stone room of 019, not because of his special status, but because Daoist Jia at this time was really worthy of their admiration.

Then it's time to treat the wound, yes, by sprinkling the nitrate from the bullet on the wound and igniting it. This is usually a last resort, and few people can withstand that level of burning pain, let alone an elderly person. At the request of Daoist Jia, the fat man personally dismantled the two bullets, and this time he changed his mind and no longer called him a fake liar, but called him Old Man Jia.

"Old man, bear with it," the fat man lightly sprinkled the black powder and then signaled if he wanted the towel to stuff his mouth, but he didn't want to be a Taoist priest but shook his head and said, "You can just be sharp, I can bear it." ”

"Wow", accompanied by a burst of green smoke along with the burning fire, the green tendons on Jia Daoshi's neck and forehead began to swell instantly as soon as he was old, his mouth gritted his teeth and gurgled, and he let out a low roar with a breath in his mouth. This pain is incomprehensible, the beads of sweat of the bean are accompanied by the trembling body ushered in the second time, the fat man is already a little unbearable, but Jia Daoshi did not forget to remind him: "There is another place, hurry up." ”

After the two rounds were ignited, Jia Daoshi's face was already full of pale, as if after a serious illness, I don't want this old man's perseverance is still amazing, so he bandaged it and only rested for less than half an hour before getting up and saying: "I have cleaned it up, and it is similar to the tomb in front, it is also two, and when I twist the tray, it seems to collapse, and those poisonous people begin to pour out." ”

"So it wasn't caused by a bubble of pee?" The fat man suddenly felt that he had finally been washed away from his grievances, otherwise he would have been a little too much to say every time he got into trouble.

"It's cleverly designed, these poisonous people are sealed in a layer of mud on the walls, and the resonance of the falling stones makes these things come into contact with life, and then they start to go crazy and bloodthirsty. However, I guess that these poisonous people should be the remnants of the refining power, they are large but not difficult to deal with, otherwise I am afraid that the ten of us will also explain together. ”

"Can you go now?" Cha Wenbin added: "I mean, can your body do it?" ”

"It doesn't matter how old the old bones are, if you are injured, you are afraid that you will be affected by the corpse poison, I can still persevere, I also crawled out of the pile of dead people back then, it is nothing."

Sure enough, as Feng Qiyun expected, this is a linkage mechanism, the layout of the passage on the right is almost the same as that on the left, the same two rows of candlesticks, the scene here is even more tragic, almost full of corpses that have long since dried up, and the equipment and materials carried by the group when they came in to search and rescue can be seen everywhere on the ground, but they all died in a terrifying way at the same time.

There are also two corpses that have been cut off their heads, which look similar to the ones Ye Qiu killed, looking at the two corpses, Jia Daoist said with some self-deprecation: "I'm old, my skills can't compare to young people, and being scratched twice makes you laugh." ”

"Where, the Tai Chi Kung Fu of the predecessors is superb." Feng Qiyun said: "Being able to retreat with all your body is enough to make us juniors look up." In fact, this is not his compliment, but a kind of respect for the elders, just the few tricks used by Daoist Jia just now, Feng Qiyun felt that he was not under Ye Qiu, and the injuries were almost negligible, but it was just because he was afraid of being poisoned. In short, what more can you ask an elder to do? After all, Ye Qiu was the only one who had entered the third floor of Luomen, the only one!

After this battle, the distance between people has been shortened, just like war, and the comradeship is condensed in the conflict of blood and fire. The numbering began to be amused by some small jokes said by the fat man, and Cha Wenbin also temporarily put aside the grudge against Jia Daoshi in his heart, and when he passed through the stone gate, everyone was mourning for the victims of the past and mourning for the victims of today.

And the quaint music sounded again at this time, not knowing whether it was congratulating them on their success or continuing to attract them to places where their ancestors had not been. Lu Liang said that once they blew up an underground tunnel, where they found a huge sculpture, and no one thought that the back of the door would be seen quickly.

I heard the sound of water by the door, which was a positive sign, proving that the underground river was in front of me, and sure enough, there was a canyon-like underground river rushing through, and it had rained continuously for the past few days, and the river was turbid, and the rolling waves did not know where to take this water. Above the canyon is a hand-carved rocky path, the narrowest part of the width can only be walked close to the body, a careless person may step into the air and fall into the rolling dark river, walking is also fearful.

Hundreds of millions of years ago, the northwest of Zhejiang was also an ocean, and fossils of ancient marine organisms can still be found in the rock formations of some deep mountains and old forests. These strange site structures were formed at that time, hundreds of millions of years ago, the sea created a magical layout, and was gradually uplifted by the mountains buried the original appearance, after being discovered by the ancestors, here they used unimaginable wisdom to carve out the current "road", accompanied by the heart-wrenching music, ten people carefully set off.

After a few rounds, the sound of the water began to grow louder and louder, until when the miner's lamp swept into a white curtain, the fat man screamed, "Waterfall! ”

It was a hanging waterfall, with a difference of about 50 meters, and the huge water rushed deep into the deep pool at the bottom, and the splashing mist could wet people's eyelashes for 20 meters. All eyes began to focus on the waterfall with the miner's lamp, and Cha Wenbin searched with wide eyes, until the rock behind the waterfall began to show some lines, and people finally determined what a big statue it was!

Most of the statue was hidden by a waterfall, and the huge flow of water made it difficult to see what it looked like, judging from the faintly visible arms on the side, it should be a patron saint or something, but the two Taoist priests who were proficient in immortal characters did not see who the statue belonged to.

The music was gone again when it arrived, for it was now very laborious for people to speak to each other, and they had to shout to each other close to their ears, and the sound of the water was so loud that it had obscured the transmission of other sounds, and more often they greeted each other with gestures. A pool of water, along the side of the waterhole can see the spiral carved out of the stone road, but the height is only three or four meters on the water surface, is this the end, all the hard work to this place is to see a statue? What the answer will be?