In my impression, Hongjialou Church carries too many moral things, witnessing the ups and downs of Jinan City in the past 100 years. It is gray, and all glory and dreams, blood and sin, all melt into gray, making history heavy and dark.

So, I'm a little jealous of it.

The old school of Shandong University brought me another kind of heavy pressure, because in the folklore of old Jinan, there were too many strange things that happened here. Faceless Man, Nine-Life Cat Slave, Hanged Ghost in Red Dress, Midnight Hearse, Death Clock, Murder Gate, Living Specimens...... Behind each peculiar name, there is a story permeated with the social ecology of a particular historical period.

I believe that this is the common disease of all Jinan people, but with the increasing number of people who move here, Hongjialou has become a new business district with a sound and color, which can be compared with Quancheng Road Jin Street and Jingqi Road Financial Street, and the housing prices here have also had the crazy development of carp jumping over the dragon gate. As a result, the black things were suppressed, the colorful things were noisy, and under the situation of social integration, the impression of Hongjialou on me also became gray.

The above are the objective reasons for the historical relics, and it is not a good sign that we have bypassed the church and gone deep into the ground, which is equivalent to entering the "underworld".

"I'll let you out, and we'll go back. Lu Fengxian said.

Although he said this, he didn't let go of his hands, and still clasped Yan Fohai's hand.

At this moment, his technique is very strange, his thumb is pressed on the palm of Yan Fohai, and the other four fingers are pressed on the back of Yan Fohai's palm, like an octopus, holding Yan Fohai's hand to death.

Yan Fohai was no longer crazy, the expression on his face was a little wooden, and his eyes looked forward, but his eyes were gloomy.

Yongdao is very deep underground, not to mention the damp air.

I felt a constant chill on the soles of my feet, like stepping on the ice in the cold of winter.

There was a strange smell wafting in the air, usually only smelled in a cleanly cleaned slaughterhouse. It was a fishy smell of blood seeping through the ground and oozing out of the ground, washed hundreds of times, and after hundreds of years, it could not be completely dissipated.

What's even more terrifying is that although I can't see any windows or vents in the corridor, I can hear the faint sound of the wind, squeaking, like countless lonely ghosts crying.

There are hundreds of civil air defense projects scattered underneath the city of Jinan, and special civil air defense offices have been set up in various districts and counties for this purpose.

During the war years, these air defense projects were a treasure place to hide from bombing and ordnance, and also a treasure place for the people to save their lives. In times of peace, underground works were closed and idle, but became a huge hidden danger underground.

I was wary of Lu Fengxian because of the strange expression he had just inadvertently revealed.

He and Yan Fohai are both generals under the command of King Qin, but now is not the era of cold weapons, and everyone's loyalty is extremely limited, so at any time, for any reason, anyone can betray, from kneeling under the jade steps to being a thief who draws his sword.

"I help you, you help me, I am for everyone, everyone is for me, this is the true meaning of a harmonious and harmonious world. Only in this way can we achieve true solidarity and cooperation...... Take your time, take your time, take a deep breath, take a deep breath......" Lu Fengxian said softly to Yan Fohai.

His hand shape was equivalent to a thaumaturgical prohibition, and I could tell that he was trying to control the heart of the Buddha Sea.

"Exhale-inhale-exhale-inhale, it's good, keep your heartbeat under control, slow, slow, slow, until you don't feel like you need to breathe. We have to let our heartbeat weaken and our brain consumes less oxygen in order to focus on thinking, like a hibernating frog and a snake...... Exhale-inhale-exhale ......"

Unconsciously, I also changed the rhythm of my breathing with Lu Fengxian's voice.

Under normal conditions, my heart rate is 70 beats per minute, and during strenuous exercise, the peak is around 200 beats per minute. I have also measured that before going to bed and when I wake up in the morning, my heart beats 60 beats per minute. 200 to 60 is already the upper and lower limits of my heartbeats per minute.

Right now, I can clearly feel that my heart rate has dropped to about forty beats per minute.

This unexplained drop in heartbeat can make you drowsy because the oxygen supply to the brain has dropped to two-thirds of what it normally is.

"Mr. Xia, are you ...... There is a lot of confusion about that nursery station? Think about it, is it related to the wild lake? If so, what is the connection? What did the ghost bodhisattva leave there? He was defending something, wasn't it...... What did he want to defend? What did he want to devour when he lay down the Devouring Technique?" Lu Fengxian's voice came.

My mind went back to the day I found the four tombstones of "Garden Nightmare" – in the dilapidated nursery station, the work procedures hanging on the wall made my mood fluctuate in a certain way, and I neglected what was going on outside the door.

The hut was rudimentary, and nothing but the literal rules caught my attention.

In a more detailed way, if the protocol is also part of thaumaturgy, then it is aimed at the part of people who can be resonated, that is, the post-60s and post-70s.

"Bait?" I analyzed, and the protocol was part of the bait.

In an elaborate thaumaturgical layout, every arrangement has a deep meaning.

The gatekeeper of the nursery station put the tombstone under the fire to suppress the barbecue, he must have used the high temperature to eliminate some kind of prohibition on the tombstone, just like the royal family in ancient times refining gold pills.

If the ghost bodhisattva can ambush and devour in the wild lake, then the "Garden Nightmare" may leave a countermeasure on the tombstone......

My mind was a little confused, and when I was concentrating my whole body's essence, qi, and spirit for deep thinking, I didn't have the strength to resist the cold air in the underground tunnel, so I could only curl up and slowly squat down.

"The wild lake belongs to the Ghost Bodhisattva, the villa belongs to the Ghost Bodhisattva, and the poplar forest, the nursery station, and even the water source reservoir on the other side will also be covered by the Ghost Bodhisattva's giant spirit palm. If he is willing to lay out in the Blue Stone Tahiti, then it must be a shocking situation that he has done with all his wisdom and will not die...... "Thinking of this, I am suddenly full of awe for the ghost bodhisattva from the bottom of my heart.

At the same time, from the ghost bodhisattva, I thought of the life and death fighting methods of the three great wise men of the Three Kingdoms period.

Zhou Gongjin, the great sage of Eastern Wu, was good at "cheating death", and after the Battle of Chibi and the burning of the company camp, he broke the Northern Wei fierce generals with "cheating death". After encountering Zhuge Wuhou, he exhausted all his tactics and could not gain the upper hand, so he used "fraud death" to deceive Zhuge Wuhou to cross the river and hang his filial piety. In the last battle between these two wise men, Zhou Gongjin refused to use the "true death" layout, which led to being recognized by Zhuge Wuhou, and then secretly blocked the ventilation holes on the coffin with soft mud, causing Zhou Gongjin to die in the Zhou family mourning hall that he arranged for himself before his death.

Zhou Gongjin's death left the most precious lesson for thaumaturgists in the world is that any thaumaturgical layout must be sincere.

As Jing Ke, the first assassin of the ages, said: "If you want to kill the enemy, you must first kill yourself." The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return. Only with the determination to die can we kill the most powerful target. ”

After Zhuge Wuhou broke Zhou Gongjin, he also used the "death" technique to break Sima Zhongda in Wuzhang.

The only misfortune was that the anti-bone thief Wei Wenchang destroyed Wuhou's star technique, and also directly helped Sima Zhongda, so that Zhuge Wuhou failed to completely eliminate Sima Zhongda, the great wise man of the Northern Wei Dynasty, in the "desperate killing game", which laid a great disaster for the future Shu chaos.

The story clues of these thaumaturgists are hidden in "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", which are worth watching again and again for later thaumaturgists.

When I mention this, I think of the ghost bodhisattva using "death" to create a mess that no one can solve.

Until now, I've even begun to wonder about the question, "Who exactly does the ghost bodhisattva work for?"

If you really look at a series of problems together, the scene where the ghost bodhisattva died under Xue Donglai's knife is more like a special arrangement that seems to be unintentional but actually intentional.

"What the hell is he trying to do? He's dead, but the game he's laying is still alive. If this game is not broken, it means that he will live forever in the world!" I gasped.

It's a terrible feeling to be in the middle of a game and not know what kind of game it is, and you can't get out of it.

"What you think is so far away...... It took me a lot of effort, but I just figured out the meaning of the layer and half, and within a few minutes, you can get straight to the essence of the problem, admire, admire, admire......" Lu Fengxian's voice was full of shock.

I'm not interested in his compliments, and if I can't solve this riddle left by the ghost bodhisattva at this moment, the future is really unpredictable. If you guessed correctly, once the mystery of the ghost bodhisattva was launched, all the people involved in this matter would become monkeys sitting in the crater, and they would die in ashes.

"Go back, to the place where the Ghost Bodhisattva once fought. This is Lu Fengxian's conclusion.

I realized that his seemingly correct words were wrong, because any thaumaturgist knows that a game is divided into face and inside. The world sees the face, and is confused by the bizarre riddle, unable to get in, just like a tourist who strays into the deep mountains - does not know the true face of Lushan, only because he is in this mountain.

On the contrary, we are not tourists, and it is not enough to just see the riddle, we also have to know the content inside, and start from the inside.

To put it simply, my judgment is that the Ghost Bodhisattva set up the bureau in Huaiyin District, west of Jinan, but his control post is not necessarily there, it may be in Lixia District, Licheng District, Shizhong District, Tianqiao District, or even all the way to the east, set up in the high-tech zone or even Zhangqiu City, the easternmost part of Jinan.

"Go back—do you have a different opinion, Mr. Xia?" Lu Fengxian noticed a change in my thoughts.

I don't want to answer, at least not now, because my thoughts are incomplete.

Lu Fengxian took a step back, still grasping Yan Fohai's hand with her left hand, let go of her right hand, and stretched out to me.

Thankfully, I had taken a few steps back so that I wouldn't fall into his hands so easily.

When a person stretches out his arms, the fingertips of his or her left and right hands will not reach more than his height. Therefore, no matter how Lu Fengxian stretched, it was impossible to break through the six-meter distance between us and catch me directly.

"We can work together because I am the logistics director of the Qin King Society, and what I have learned all my life is to meet everyone's requirements. Mr. Xia, you look at me, my eyes are only full of sincerity......" Lu Fengxian's voice became extremely soft, and every word had a slight trill.

I controlled my neck and eyes, not turning to him, and not following his orders to look at him.

"Only I can satisfy your **, the deepest ** in my heart. Life is full of regrets, because people are often confined to not being able to see their own needs, and when time passes, they sigh in vain. With a friend like me, your life is completely different. You just look at me and I know what you want. Mr. Xia, time is so precious, one second is enough for me, and in just one second, I can change your life......"

I have to say that Lu Fengxian's voice is full of strange temptation.

Of course, I admit that everyone has their own **, even if they are upright gentlemen, they also have evil thoughts when they are alone in the dark room. Therefore, in ancient times, everyone and gentlemen hung the banner of "Shen Du" in their homes to warn themselves that even if they were alone, they should resolutely control their words and deeds, and never do anything to deceive their hearts in the dark.

(Tianjin)