Situ Yao didn't answer, and after a long time, he gently spit out a sentence: "The people of Dongchuan are still being forced here, how can I go?" ”

He blinked his eyes and asked, "You came from Puxian, have you heard those songs?" ”

I nodded, not knowing how to describe it, and said, "It's just that I don't quite understand the meaning, like some kind of narrative, and at one point, it was a prophecy." ”

Ziwei recounted to him the last time we heard the ballad, Situ Yao's face was grim, and his hand holding the sword was clenched tightly, so jealous and evil, it was not like he was pretending, but he did not answer our doubts.

I recalled the ballad and added to him: "There is another song that we have heard repeatedly, judging from the effect, it seems to be able to cause those who have been bitten by zombies to change quickly, and the last sentence in it is 'Ah Cang Hanging Beam is gone, the doll quickly opens its eyes', the second young master can know ......"

"Ah Cang?"

Before I could say anything, Situ Yao's face changed, his teeth clenched, and two words were squeezed out of his throat, with obvious hatred in addition to the different colors that seemed to be undeserved.

I nodded and asked him guessingly: "Ah Cang, is it from Dongchuan?" ”

Situ Yao obviously didn't want to have too much response to this question, and said to me, "It's just a servant who has been in Situ's house for a few years. ”

If he was just an ordinary servant, why would he look like this?

I didn't say anything, under the pretext that I wanted to see the wounds of the corpses under the ravine, so that I could have a deeper understanding of the weapons of the evil way and find a way to crack them.

Situ Yao didn't speak, and when I saw that he acquiesced, I went with Ziwei and threw some bricks, tiles, branches and other objects around him near the place where Jiang Xun fell, took out a net we had prepared in advance, unfolded it, and slowly poked it down from the place where it had been cleaned.

Ziwei lay on the edge of the ravine, I helped him turn on the flashlight, spread a dark bag aside, watched him remove the top few stones with strange patterns, scoop a handful from below, and pour it onto the bag.

I was disappointed after just one look, the corpse was too small, the same skin and bones, eroded by the cold and covered with a layer of frost, I couldn't tell who was who, even if I could catch the breath of the original owner to match, looking like this, it was unlikely that I could completely put together an arm.

I'm close to giving up in my heart, but because of Situ Yu's presence, I can only finish the show.

Ziwei fished it a few times until it couldn't fit in the bag, put it away, and said a word to go back and study.

Ziwei's net was placed on the ground, I felt a slight vibration, and the next second it slipped down, and when Ziwei reached out to grab it, a hairy stiff suddenly rushed out of the forest on the opposite bank, and acted fiercely, and suddenly crossed the ravine and opened its mouth to him.

I hurriedly used the tart whip to resist, but he grabbed the whip and stuck him in front of the ravine, and as soon as the stiff dangling leg touched the underneath, it was cut off by the uncleaned Qianbing rope, leaving only half of the waist hanging in front of me, with a few pieces of minced meat on the ground.

I couldn't support his weight, and as I could barely resist, a dagger and a longsword stabbed through his cerebellum from different positions. The corpse qi dissipated, the stiff mouth was still open, and the corpse liquid flowed out of it, sticking to the tart demon whip, causing the whip body to emit a scorching heat, burning away the yin qi on it, emitting a rancid smell.

I felt discomfort in my abdomen, and shook off half of his body with the juice and fell into the ravine below, watching his body turn into several corpses under the barrier of the thousand ice ropes below.

The voices of the puppets on the other side became louder, and our actions seemed to alarm their people, and a faint piece of white in the darkness was exposed against the ground, unaffected by the dim light, like a few drops of milk that had accidentally fallen into the thick ink and spread out, reflecting each other incompatibly, and it was particularly distinct.

"Let's go." Situ Yao put away his sword, looked at the other side and said, "They will try to break through the defenses, we must get out of here immediately and resume the operation of the mechanism." ”

I nodded, took something and told my son to be careless, and as I was leaving, I couldn't help but look back, and in the midst of the crowd of dolls, I saw a figure in the distance, with a face hidden by the shadow of a wide hat, standing there with a straight body, looking in our direction, motionless like a log until I looked away.

Back in the round building, Situ Yao didn't say anything, and before I returned to the Jiang inquiry room with my son, Tang Yao hurriedly followed over to close the door and asked us, "How is it?" Did you get it back? ”

I opened the bag and looked at the stiff pieces of flesh, hand bones, finger bones, but it definitely exceeded my expectations. I tried to line them together, but I couldn't find them in any way, and when I broke them down, the body pieces in the bag were not the same person, and even if there were several pieces of the same breath left, the number and shape were completely incorrect.

I watched the pile of corpses and was silent, and it took me a long time before I sat down and said, "I didn't say it right before, I was too naïve in this matter, and I let you follow me to take risks in vain." ”

I leaned down, holding my forehead with my hand, unwilling in my heart, I always felt that Jiang Xun's arm should not be such a result, and I recognized that he must be different from ordinary people, but what should we do to help him?

I closed my eyes, relieved my tiredness, and said sorry, "I misjudged." ”

"At least we didn't miss a chance that there would be a good possibility, we tried." Tang Jiao said: "Shopkeeper Shen, you don't have to blame yourself, isn't there nothing wrong with everyone." ”

Ziwei nodded, but I couldn't tell what kind of impact this incident would have on us when I met Situ Yao tonight, I was silent and didn't mention it anymore, and after a while, I got up and went to the bedside to see Jiang Xun's situation, he was still asleep, and there was no sign of waking up at all, but fortunately, the injury did not continue to deteriorate.

It was almost early in the morning, I asked the two of them to rest first, and Zi didn't ask me what to do with these corpse parts, I said, "I'll take them back and put them in the room first, and I'll study them carefully tomorrow, maybe I can really figure out the properties of the Thousand Ice Rope and find its flaws." ”

He hummed and insisted on helping me clean up, so I asked Tang Jiao to go to sleep first, and the two of them scribbled the corpses into a large category, in the process, I found that there was not even a piece of it that belonged to Jiang Xun, and none of the ones we picked up were his. It even makes me wonder if Ziwei misremembered, and that we didn't clean up the spot where he fell. But I trust Ziwei's memory and observation enough that he can't make such a fool.

In the process of sorting, I found that a few stones were also brought up with the corpse parts, and when I got close to the front, I saw that the pattern was special, and I had never seen them before, so I also took them out, did not discard, and packed them separately, guessing whether it would have any close relationship with this place in Dongchuan.

After tidying up, Ziwei sent me back to the room, and waited at the door for me to bolt the door before leaving.

I was not very comfortable with his cautious attitude, and after cleaning the tart whip, I took a bath with a basin of warm water, and lay down on the bed with my eyes closed, tossing and turning and unable to sleep. Outside the window, it was bright and I took a stone out of the bag and played with it in my hand by the light.

The stone is also difficult to escape the cutting of the thousand ice ropes, the appearance is very strange, at this time it is broken, about the size of about two knuckles, the pattern on it is not only on the surface, from the side section of the past, the texture is deeply penetrated, the front and back are the same, there is also an irregular blue-purple inside, the closer to the middle, the darker the color.

I poured out all the stones, and I couldn't put them together, and I didn't know what the stones looked like, but from the broken shapes, I could still see that they didn't seem to be random natural patterns, and that they should have been carved with some kind of incantation.

I took out a piece of paper and drew what I could put together, reproducing it with the limited fragments of the spells on it, thinking that if the spells were meaningful, I would have to find another reason to bring back the others and piece together the runes if I had the chance.

After a short rest, I took the coffin nails, said hello to Lan Ruo, and left the round building with Ziwei to go to Bai Zhong.

With my first experience, I carefully observed the brick walls on both sides of the road, hoping to see some clues. Walking to the door again, Ziwei went up and knocked on the door, and as last time, the latch opened, and the yard was empty when we entered.

I didn't want to have another incident, so I just silently took Ziwei to the door of the side yard, opened the lock, and prepared to do my own thing.

All afternoon, Ziwei and I stayed in the refining room, and after looking at the materials, we discussed and drew a drawing, which was a short knife.

The weapon has the saying of "one inch long and one inch strong, one inch short and one inch dangerous", Zi is not good at close to the short fight, and most of the moves in the fighting method are light and sensitive, but the attack is slightly inferior, just to protect himself. But now the situation is grim, and it is no longer the best way to just get out of the way, so the knife I made for him is a double-sided blade, with a sharp sharp stab scimitar, although the back arc is not large, but it is lengthened and thickened. In this way, although the short knife is only the size of a dagger, it can be "cut" and the back can be "cut".

After the drawings of the short knife were settled, I selected the materials and prepared to start working on it, first making a rough appearance of the blade and refining an unedged blade body.

There was no fire on the first day, and on the second day, I bought yellow paper and burned it in front of the refining furnace, so I asked Ziwei to help light it and officially start making it.

We spent a lot of time there every day, but we never saw the old Mr. Bai Zhong again, and it was only on the fifth day of our stay in the round tower that Lan Ruo finally found me and said that their family wanted to see us.