Everyone stared at this extra person in the dark, and vaguely saw him walk in front of the stone beast, bow down to the sarcophagus, get up and take out the flint from his arms, and click the fire. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I know if it's the flint, or if he did it on purpose, anyway, he didn't light the fire for a long time. In this silent and dark underground palace, the sound of flint clicking is particularly obvious. Everyone's hearts seemed to be held in the palm of their hands by an invisible hand, and with every click of the flint in the mysterious man's hand, everyone's hearts seemed to be pinched tightly by the invisible hand, and they felt so depressed that they even felt difficult to breathe.

A sense of foreboding that had never been felt before rose in Lausanne's heart, who was this extra person? What age was this, and he still used flint and flint hundreds of thousands of years ago?

Tiny sparks burst out from between his flints, but they just couldn't catch fire. At this time, the mysterious man turned his head to the side of Lausanne and them, and said in Cangsang's voice: "If any of you have fire on him, lend me it." ”

Although Ya Yi had seen a person's figure enter this thousand-year-old stone tomb when he was outside in the snow, when such a person, or not a person at all, suddenly appeared in the underground palace of this pitch-black tomb where he couldn't see his fingers, and asked them how many people borrowed fire in this vicissitudes of life, how terrifying was it?

Lausanne and the five of them were so frightened that they didn't even dare to come out. Seeing that they had not spoken for a long time, the mysterious man said in his vicissitudes of life: "The one on the right, you are short of breath, you don't have to be too nervous. As he spoke, he pointed to Kampot.

Then he turned to Yayi and said, "The little girl should have practiced witchcraft or something, and I heard that your breathing is disordered, so she shouldn't have practiced deeply, and she has just started to do so, right?"

Yayi wanted to answer, but felt scared, her lips moved, and she didn't say anything after all.

The mysterious old man continued to Yangjin Ram: "Breathing steadily, nervous but not out of rhythm. Among you people, it's not easy for you to be a female doll. Speaking of this, he coughed again, coughed and continued: "I'm too old, and my body is not good. ”

He walked in a little bit, looked at the figure of Yang Jin Ram and continued to talk to himself: "This girl looks quite fateful, this familiar feeling will not be wrong, but I don't know who your clan is? I have a parchment scroll for cultivating Chu Xin Bon Technique, so I'll give it to you today!"

As he spoke, he took out an old yellowed parchment scroll from his bosom and threw it to Yang Jinlam. Yang Jin Ram stretched out his hand to catch it, and the mysterious old man bent the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly.

Lausanne and the others were all surprised, although they knew that Yang Jin Ram was very skilled, but they didn't know that she was still a girl who practiced witchcraft, could it be that she was also a wizard descendant like Yayi? How could this be? It couldn't be this old man's nonsense, right? What is Chu Xin Bon's art?

I saw this mysterious old man raise his skinny, thin face, and commented to Lausanne: "Without any foundation, you should be the worst among them." ”

After hearing this, Lobsang was very unconvinced, although he had practiced some messy witchcraft or something, but his fist and foot kung fu was still okay, even if he was not sure to beat Kampot, but it was not much worse than him.

When he was in school, he was always a leader in the Sanda Association and the Wushu Association, winning many championships. Thinking of this, his brain was hot, and he scolded the old man: "I said grandpa, what's wrong with me? Why am I the worst?"

Yang Jinram felt a tug at the corner of Lausanne's coat and signaled him not to be impulsive. When the old man heard this, he turned his head to Kuroko and asked, "You're not afraid of me?"

Lobsang had so much control, and he couldn't wait to jump down and fight with him: "I was scared at the beginning, but along the way, I've seen a lot of things, and I've figured out a lot of truths, don't people have a life, if I look down on death, what is there to be afraid of?"

After hearing this, the old man nodded, looked at Lausanne for a long time, and then said to himself: "Yes, it's a good thing to be able to open your mind, and if you can think of this layer, you can be regarded as understanding, I think you are suitable." Although you don't have any roots, I looked at you and thought you had good roots. ”

Then he stopped paying attention to Lausanne, glanced at the sunspot, and Yaoyao said: "The anger on the body is too heavy, and the murderous intent is also heavy, if you continue like this, sooner or later you will fall into the devil's path." ”

Since the big man died under the reincarnation hall, Kuroko's heart has changed greatly, and his fiery temper has improved a lot, but at this moment, when he heard this mysterious old man say this, he couldn't help but stand up and said coldly: "You old man, pretending to be a ghost here, aren't you afraid that I will kill you with one shot?"

The old man sighed and stopped talking. At this moment, the next day only then did he suddenly fall from the sarcophagus and fall to the ground of the underground palace. Lausanne hurriedly turned on the flashlight, and sent it to the old man who was still standing in place, and the sunspot who fell from the sarcophagus rolled in pain in the cracks of several corpses, and he couldn't make a sound for a long time.

He hit the flashlight on the old man, and saw that he was skinny, wearing a yellow, orange, and orange old-fashioned national gown, with many red lotus patterns on the gown, and some blue auspicious cloud symbols. It is estimated that it has been a long time, and it is worn in tatters on this mysterious person. Messy hair was scattered in the crooks of the legs, apparently a long time since a haircut.

The old man did not pay attention to the few of them, and continued the old sentence: "If any of you have fire in him, lend me some of it." ”

When Lobsang looked at his outfit, he thought that he should be a practicing lama or something, but how could he have long hair? When the flashlight light shone on the old man, he had a shadow, which meant that he was not a ghost. Because Lausanne had heard that ghosts have no shadow.

He took out the match in his arms and threw it to him, he took the matchbox and frowned, and asked, "What kind of fire are you using?"

Kampot said, "It's called a match, you open the little box, take out one, and use the head side to draw it on the edge of the little box, and the fire will ignite." ”

The old man didn't pay attention to Kampot's words, but just did as Kampot said, struck a match, picked up the lamp that had been overturned by Kampot and lit it. The wick emitted a faint flame and swayed in a trance.

Lausanne was very curious, looking at the ghee in this lamp, it was at least a few hundred years old, and it was a miracle that it could still be lit today. The old man said in his mouth: "Hum Mi Ha Pi ......"

When the old man finished reading, the painful and tumbling sunspot on the ground got up. Several people jumped down from the sarcophagus and held Kuroko, and Yang Jinram asked about his injuries.

Kuroko darkened his face and said, "This old man knows how to demons." ”

The old man shook his head again, as if talking to himself: "If you are too angry, it will be bad after all." After saying that, he seemed to change his shape, and quietly appeared behind Lausanne, pulled Lausanne up, and ran outside the front hall. His body was so fast that no one reacted......

[Note (1)] Chu Xin Bon Technique: The scope of ancient Tibetan Bon art is very wide, and they are divided into "Chasin" (divination), "Du Xin" (Chaodu), "Se Xin" (burial), "Chu Xin" (illusion), Lang Xin (prayer) and other bon ritual masters due to the different practices of Bon rituals. Chu Xin Bon Magic, both illusion and witchcraft.