With a ding, the watch with the red sleeve gave a warning signal.

"Bing'er has arrived. Red Sleeves said.

Light footsteps sounded in the passage on the left, accompanied by the girl's slight gasp.

A few seconds later, Bing'er appeared, holding a flashlight in her hand, and stopped at the corner of the passage.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere immediately became very strange.

"Ahem, ahem...... It's dangerous here, it's a matter of the rivers and lakes, you shouldn't come down. Listen to my sister's words, go back quickly, it's not fun to play......" Red Sleeves said with a light cough.

Bing'er just looked at us quietly, without saying a word, and the whole person, like her name, seemed to have turned into a cold ice sculpture.

Red Sleeves glanced at me, and I immediately realized and greeted Bing'er.

"There's a lot to explain, but not here. Bing'er, I'll send you up, go back to a safe place first, okay?" I said as I walked.

Bing'er still didn't speak, as if everyone had become strangers.

I took twelve steps forward, just one step around the corner.

"Bing'er, what's wrong with you?" I asked again.

She shouldn't have been so silent, because neither I nor Redsleeve owe her anything.

With a pop, a green ghost fire suddenly lit up in the passage on Bing'er's left.

I was taken aback, and when I turned my head, the ghost fire was three feet above the ground, suddenly jumping, and a very thin, extremely black, and extremely ugly ghost-like old face was reflected.

"No matter how complicated it is, it has to be solved. The man behind the fire said in a hoarse voice.

It was an old man's voice, hoarse and harsh, as if it had a large handful of coarse sand in its throat.

"Who is Your Excellency?" I asked in a low voice, and hurriedly took a step between the two of them, blocking Bing'er behind him.

Bing'er and I were held hostage by the four elders before, and if this old man was also a member of the beggar gang, then Bing'er was still not out of danger.

"Who am I? Who am I? Hehe, I've been in seclusion for too long, and the people on the rivers and lakes have forgotten me. You don't care who I am, solve the problem first, and figure out the direction of the future - go away, I want to talk to Xiaohong!" the old man slowly moved forward, the ghost fire fluttering in the wind, constantly making a crackling explosion.

I didn't hold back until the Red Sleeves came and stood side by side with me.

"Elder Wen, are you here?" asked Red Sleeves.

Since she called the other party "elder", it can be seen that the old man is also a member of the beggar gang.

"How can I get it if I don't come? This matter must be solved, right? Everyone has a burden on their shoulders, and everyone has a responsibility. I'm old, but I'm not at the point where I can't crawl, so I have to hold on. Modern people don't know the existence of the 'Eighteen Buddhas of the Western Heavens', but the 'Eighteen Buddhas of the Western Heavens' are not dead, and they are all alive and well. This is the ...... Who will sustain peace, stability, prosperity, and prosperity? If we don't rely on the 'Eighteen Buddhas of the Western Heavens,' who else can we rely on? If we don't die, we will maintain order in the rivers and lakes and let everything ......develop in an orderly manner," Elder Wen said.

The red sleeves replied categorically with two words: "I, death." ”

Before Bing'er and Elder Wen appeared, the Red Sleeves had already expressed their hearts to me. These two words mean that if she and Bing'er must die and stay, then she is willing to beg for death on the spot to give Bing'er a chance to live.

"Okay, it's a good thing for young people to have such feelings, but the 'Eighteen Buddhas of the Western Heavens' want a fair, just, reasonable, and reasonable result, not a simple death. If, as you said, you want to die, let you die, that's too simple. Our world is very complex, and even the most microscopic bacterial world has its own well-ordered laws of composition. As the primates of all things, if we humans want to perform certain things, we must strictly follow the rules, and we must not act arbitrarily and break the rules-"

As soon as Elder Wen said this, someone rushed from behind us, shouting as he ran: "Miss, the big thing is not good, the big thing is not good...... We found the Imperial Talisman Seal, which said a lot of terrible things......"

With a click, a little blue ghost fire flew out of Elder Wen's hand, shooting straight into the man's face. The ghost fire was only half an egg's size, but as soon as it hit the man, it exploded and turned into twenty or thirty flowers, igniting the whole body of the man.

"Help...... Help ......" The man shouted "help" a dozen times, but no one dared to save him, watching him fall to the ground, wailing and rolling from side to side until he gradually burned to ashes.

Elder Wen's appearance made this underground alley full of treacherous killing machines. In particular, the scene where he manipulates ghost fire to kill people is exactly the same as the Grim Reaper Left in Western movies.

"Don't panic, what are you panicking about?" Elder Wen snorted twice.

When I heard the man say "Emperor Talisman", I couldn't help but chuckle again.

Most of the ancient Chinese emperors believed in the Taoist alchemy of life in old age, and with the help of the elixir, there will be some strange changes in the spirit and body, that is, the "psychic" repeatedly mentioned in ancient books. Once psychic, the person's foresight is almost ghostly, and he is able to see what will happen in the future.

Therefore, as soon as the real thaumaturgical master saw the appearance of the imperial talisman, he would never dare to act rashly.

"Something is wrong!" Redsleeves whispered, "that thing wasn't what I expected. ”

As soon as the messenger died, the passage was even more silent, and everyone was afraid of setting themselves on fire, so they simply remained silent and did not say anything again.

"It's okay, it's okay, there is always a first to come, let's solve the things in front of us first, and take care of the rest. Elder Wen said.

"Good. Redsleeves nodded.

Hearing that Elder Wen waved his hand, the ghost fire in his hand flew to the wall on the right side, sticking firmly and not affecting the burning in the slightest.

Then, he pulled out an old gray cloth bag from his pocket and slowly opened it, revealing two oval-shaped boxes of off-white horns. The volume of the box is only half the size of a palm, and the whole body is engraved with ancient seal characters.

I am no stranger to the seal, there are a lot of big seals, small seals at home, but the seal strokes on the box are very rare, I can only roughly recognize one of the boxes on the lid of the word "secret demon", the other is naturally the word "Tianzong".

"Dripping blood to recognize relatives, this is the most effective method handed down by ancient medical masters, whether it is Bian Que Gong or Hua Tuo Gong, they are very respectful of this. Now, prick the tips of your middle fingers one by one and drop the first drop of blood into the box. Elder Wen said.

He opened the first box with the word "Secret Demon" written on it, revealing two small compartments divided equally on the left and right inside. There was some dark liquid in the lattice, which became like ink under the reflection of the green ghost fire.

Since he mentioned the supreme ancient method of "dripping blood to recognize relatives", those liquids are naturally blood. It can even be said that the word "Secret Demon" is written on the lid of the box, and the blood inside is related to the Secret Demon. If the blood droplets of Red Sleeve and Bing'er merge with the blood in the box, then everyone is a family, and the other person will naturally be vetoed.

Bing'er didn't move, and the red sleeves didn't move. A certain invisible hostility gradually appeared between the two, and they did not say a word and could not communicate.

"Let's get started. Elder Wen urged for the second time.

Bing'er said slowly: "You never told me about the secret demon and the Heavenly Sect, you sent me abroad, and only told me to settle overseas as much as possible and start a new life in a foreign country." I don't know what your intentions are, you have to hide such a big thing from me. You can say that it's all for my good, and I'm afraid that I'll be hurt, but I just want to know the truth, and I have the right to know the truth, right?"

I couldn't help frowning because Bing'er was so pure that she thought that everything had a clear truth and a bright ending. In fact, life is not a rehearsal for a drama, and it is impossible to conclude everything, let alone reveal all the truth.

"I'm telling the truth. Red Sleeves replied.

Bing'er became angry: "No, that's not the truth, it's just an excuse you used to deceive me! You often say that you want to revitalize the beggar gang, but what have you done in the past few years? The beggar gang is still in decline as yesterday, you are drunk and dreaming of death, living a precarious life. Is this the revitalization of the beggars? Nobody believes it, and I don't believe it. Even if, as Elder Wen said, once the identities of you and me are confirmed, one person will die first, then I am willing to die and leave you to continue fighting. The point is, we must determine who is the descendant of the Secret Demon and the Heavenly Sect?"

After all, she was still young, and she didn't know what kind of encouragement Elder Wen had, and she actually had great hostility and resentment towards the Red Sleeves.

Red Sleeves shook his head: "I have nothing to say, let's start dripping blood to recognize our relatives." ”

Before the invention of DNA precision mapping in modern life science, the "blood identification" in ancient medicine has always occupied a key position in paternity testing, and its complexity is not just as simple as a drop of blood and a bowl, but also contains the secret inheritance of ancient medicine by ancient sages.

As a modern person, I would never criticize the mysterious field of ancient medicine.

At this moment, Bing'er's face is as calm as water, but her eyes are a little sharp, which is obviously different from when we first met.

Although Elder Wen was so much older than her, when he stood beside her, his momentum was completely suppressed.

"Okay, since you have nothing to say, then I will accompany you to the end. Bing'er said coldly.

The red sleeves let out a long sigh and slowly turned to me, his eyes revealing infinite tenderness and reluctance. Usually, only when a couple is separated from each other, will they see such heart-wrenching gazes.

"Parting and re-sending the word, there is an oath in the word. On the seventh day of the seventh month, when no one whispered in the middle of the night. You must remember me, the former imperial capital Wazi Lane, the first branch of the Red Mansion...... When I say this, you must remember that whether it is a passing life or a future life, in samsara, there is the only imprint. She said quietly.

In an instant, all the episodes she had taken me through with the "Art of Hysteria" came to mind.

In reincarnation, she has always been her, and I don't know who I am in history.

"Who the hell are you, what the hell are you going to do?" I couldn't help but ask.

Her face flickered under the flickering green ghost fire, making me wonder if this could be another illusion created by the "hysterical technique"?

She once said the words "I die", and I believe that in the face of Bing'er's pressing questioning, the red sleeves are ready for "I die".

"Use your heart to discern, remember, follow your heart whenever and wherever you are—" she raised her right hand and pointed to her left chest and heart. Be sure to remember that follow it and it will take you where you need to go. ”

I have too many doubts, just as many as Qu Yuan's "Tianwen".

Suddenly, I suddenly realized, "I'm confused, so confused." Ashamed, ashamed, ashamed...... I'm just me, the summer stone of Qushuiting Street in Jinan City, I only need to remember this time and this place, deal with the things in front of me first, start from 'one', instead of being ambitious, and let the thoughts dance on the clouds. If I can't even do a good job of 'one', and I can't even settle the affairs of the ancient military transportation road, then how can I talk about leaving a sonorous name in the long river of history?"

Unconsciously, I took a big step back and made way of the empty space in the middle of the passage.

Everyone has their own burdens to pick, and there are some external and specific burdens that I can shoulder for the people of the world, but those internal and subtle burdens must be done by the parties themselves, and no one else can replace them.