There used to be a lot of trees planted in the back garden of the Ma family, but no one took care of them for many years, and in winter, the broken branches and dead leaves that fell were piled up in a mess, and the dry grass grew taller than people.

Evil Zhang took materials from the spot, directly kicked down two rotten trees with thick bowls, broke them into large sections with an axe outside, moved them to the house, and then chopped them into small pieces.

After Ma Chongshan knew that the two had no intention of killing him, he was also a little bolder and offered to help chop wood.

Zhang Qixun gave him the axe and went out to buy some food by himself. There is a little brother watching here, and he can't make any demons in the mountains.

Zhang Qixun was very relieved to go out and buy half a chopped fat sheep, and when he returned to Ma's house, the little brother had already set up a pot.

Although the Ma family's house is deserted, the former kitchen is still there, and the chimney can still smoke. Ma Chongshan hummed and moved everything to the kitchen on the second floor, and the shrinking pestle tried to help.

The evil Zhang Qi found that he was in the way, and threw him a piece of soap and sent him away.

"Go, shave that beard on your face, even if it's ugly, your eyes are almost gone." Seeing the clean and tidy appearance of Zhang Qixun and the two of them, Ma Chongshan's old face was ashamed, he took the hot water boiled in the kitchen, and ran to shave and wash his face.

The little brother crossed his arms and stood by the window staring at the yard behind him, carefully observing something. Zhang Qixun cut the meat and blanched it in the pot, skimmed off the boiled blood foam, and then put in the green onion, ginger and sesame ingredient package that the fat man made out in his spare time, and added some astragalus, angelica, and codonopsis, covered the pot and boiled it over high heat.

Then I also walked to the window, looked down, observed the layout of the houses and rockeries in the yard, moved slightly, and asked the little brother,

"See what?" The little brother said lightly: "It is indeed a feng shui bureau, but it is not a town house, but a trapped evil." Zhang Qixun touched his chin, thoughtfully,

"It seems that the things down here are indeed a bit fierce, hey, little brother, how did you deal with the things in that ancient tomb in the first place?" It stands to reason that if the little brother personally dealt with it, the things below would definitely be dealt with, but at the moment, it seems that there is probably something in the ancient tomb of the evil sect that followed the Ma family here.

The Ma family should have finally found a way to trap that thing under the ancient well in the backyard. Thinking of what Jin Wantang said, the corpses of those dead people and horses have turned into white bones face down, which is really strange.

Could it be that the thing under the scorpion tomb is a knife-faced ghost with obsessive-compulsive disorder? It's bone-shaving, demeating and skinning, don't say, the craftsmanship is pretty good.

The little brother was silent for a while, and Zhang Qi came back from stirring the mutton in the pot before he spoke,

"It's different."

"Huh?" Zhang Qi was puzzled,

"What's different, you mean, the danger you encountered back then is not the same as the danger encountered by the Ma family?" The little brother nodded,

"At that time, several other children of the Zhang family were only recruited in relatively shallow places, and they could be saved with blood." Evil Zhang Qixun hissed softly in his heart,

"What will happen to the Ma family? There must be some secret hidden under the ruins of the ancient city of Sizhou. The little brother looked at him sideways at this time, and his eyes were very complicated.

Zhang Qixun was stunned for a moment,

"How ......"

"You don't have to dig into that." Little Brother Dao,

"I put the bell behind that door, and you can take it out and do what you want to accomplish." Zhang Qixun opened his mouth, speechless for a while, and only after a while did he let out a muffled sound,

"That'...... When the time comes, shall we pick you up? The little brother's eyes returned to the extreme indifference of the past, and he did not speak.

Zhang Qixun didn't know what he was thinking, or maybe he knew, but he still looked at him stubbornly. evil

"I won't forget." Zhang Qixun pursed his lips, and his voice was very soft, as if he was talking to his little brother, and as if he was saying it to himself.

"Together, we'll take you home." The little brother finally reacted, he turned around and stared at Zhang Qixun seriously, with a faint doubt and incomprehension in his eyes, as if asking, why do you want to make a promise on behalf of others.

Zhang Qixun laughed lightly,

"You know Wu Xie, you know the fat man, and you know me, just like Wu Xie, even if you knock him out, he will still follow you persistently when he wakes up, he knows the route, he has a good memory, with his stubbornness, if you don't care, he has to die on the snow mountain." The little brother didn't say anything, obviously he also knew very well what kind of character Wu Xie was.

"Fat man...... The fat man, he is a rare type of person I have come into contact with before, reliable, unreliable, reckless and careful, there are many contradictions that can be found in him, but one thing is certain, unless Wu Xie says to give up first, otherwise he will not give up. The little brother looked up at the snowflakes fluttering in the night outside the window, and said softly: "There is no need. "The vicious and messy wind and snow whistled and slapped against the windows, the slightest breeze leaked in through the cracks in the falling glass mud, and the dead grass of thousands of trees wailed in the wind.

"You can turn down this promise, just think it's a promise I made for what I want to accomplish." Zhang Qixun lowered his eyelashes and sighed softly,

"I have to leave myself a destination, so that I don't get lost on that long road." What if I really get lost and can't find it back at that time?

The mutton soup on the stove is bubbling and bubbling, and the tangy aroma is appetizing. The heat in the pot steamed out and spread throughout the upper space of the room, and the windows were also covered with a layer of mist, and the snow outside was quickly obscured.

Ma Chongshan came back after shaving his beard and washing his face, if it weren't for the fact that his bones hadn't changed, Zhang Qixun almost didn't recognize it, this is the same person?

Evil Horse Chongshan saw that Zhang Qixun had been staring at him, and touched his face a little crampedly, always feeling cold on his face, and his body was also cold.

Zhang Qixun looked him up and down a few times,

"It's okay, it's finally a little human, it's just a little thinner." Ma Chongshan's appearance belongs to the elegant and gentle type, maybe he has suffered too much, and he has become depressed, and he is often hungry and full, causing his face to look pale and blue, and his cheeks are a little sunken.

Because the edges and corners of the other facial features are not obvious, his cheekbones look a little awkward after being too thin, but it can be roughly seen that this person is still very handsome when he is young.

Zhang Qixun sprinkled a little salt, boiled for another five minutes, and then put the pot and meat soup into the bowl, beckoning the two,

"Come and eat, and rest early while it's hot." Ma Chongshan responded happily and pulled out the stool diligently.

At night, Ma Chongshan lay in the sleeping bag on the other side of the fire, the warm flames made his heart a little tormented, and his expression was a little obscure under the cover of the fire shadow.

I don't know how long it took, but in Ma Chongshan's ears, the breathing sound of the two people gradually became even and shallow, and it seemed that they were asleep.

He quietly got out of his sleeping bag and crept to the door, as soon as his hand was raised, his finger touched a silk thread, and the sound of a fine bell rang out, which was particularly striking in the silence of the room.

His heart suddenly froze, and before he could turn around, a hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder.

"Where do you want to go?" The cold voice was almost close to his ear. As if entangled by the letter of a poisonous snake, Ma Chongshan's hair stood on end, and he turned around with difficulty, and a stiff smile was pulled out at the corner of his mouth,

"I didn't ...... Didn't go anywhere, probably...... Maybe I ate too much at night and my stomach hurts, ah yes, go to the toilet, I'm going to the toilet. Zhang Qixun raised his eyebrows playfully,

"Does it hurt now?" Evil horse Chongshan nodded tremblingly,

"Alright, already."

"Oh, let's go back then." Zhang Qixun turned around and walked back, and glanced at the little brother who also sat up, and the two of them tacitly agreed.

Ma Chongshan retracted his sleeping bag again, covered his head, and said silently in his heart,

"Let's take it one step at a time."

"These two people are too dangerous, and they really can't let this special person die here as a last resort." There was nothing to say all night, and on the second day, Zhang Qixun and the two dragged Ma Chongshan to the ancient well.

The ancient well was built in the middle of the garden, completely covered by the rockery and wild grass, and the little brother only cleared the shrubs within two meters around the ancient well.

The evil well is not an ordinary round well, looking down from above, it is a bit like the structure of the seven star tops in the mausoleum, originally there was a two or three hundred pounds of coiling dragon stone slab pressed on the top, but before this, it had been blown up with explosives, and an inverted triangle-like gap was broken together with the outer edge of the exposed well wall, which was just enough to accommodate one person to enter.

The little brother drove into the gap with the light, and quickly climbed down five or six meters along the thick iron chain hanging in the wall of the well, and then lit the light on it after standing still.

Zhang Qixun looked at Ma Chongshan, who was shrinking on the side, and smiled darkly,

"Will you go down by yourself, or will I send you down?" Ma Chongshan's face was full of resistance,

"There's really nothing down here, and the stuff must have been taken away by those people a long time ago." Zhang Qixun smiled more and more kindly,

"Really?" Ma Chongshan nodded again and again, and then he felt a chill on his neck, and a hunting knife with cold light was already in his ear.

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"I don't believe it." Zhang Qixun's eyes cooled down a little,

"If the things below are really taken away, why are they rushing thousands of miles to chase you at this juncture, I know very well the Wang family's style of acting, and it is their purpose not to stop until they reach their goal." Ma Chongshan's eyelids jumped heavily, and the side of his neck seemed to have felt a stinging pain, so he had to grit his teeth and said: "It's very dangerous down here, but I don't know what the specific danger is." ”

"Did the people who tortured and interrogated you never come out of this well alive at all?" Zhang Qixun's eyes narrowed slightly,

"Looking at your familiar appearance, you must have more than one wave of people."

"Or, you yourself have not been released from prison, it should be said, that you have never been in the cell of the Brahmin's house, and as for your so-called family members who remain in the country, they may be in this well at this moment?" The more Zhang Qixun said, the more Ma Chongshan's eyelids jumped,

"I don't understand what you're saying, I don't believe you can see the old wounds on my body, they were all left in prison at that time."

"Not necessarily." Zhang Qixun didn't believe his words at all, because in the morning he received a call from Jin Wantang who traveled thousands of miles, and there was no trace of the Ma family in Jiangsu at all.

This guy wanted to sneak out last night, and he didn't know what to do, but it must have something to do with Gujing. The words that Evil said before were also full of loopholes, more like he was in a hurry to clear up something, and he said that he was so miserable just to win sympathy and make the audience ignore some doubts.

Lies that are half-true are more true. Zhang Qixun and the little brother have never seen any kind of people, Ma Chongshan's two brushes are really not enough, not to mention the fat man, even the current Wu Xie can see through his disguise at a glance.

Moreover, the most important thing is that the people who have seen Hei Feizi with their own eyes are basically dead, how could the Wang family leave a person who knows their existence to be out for so long.

Ma Chongshan was still there trying to argue, Zhang Qixun was impatient to listen to his quibbles, and with a twist of his wrist, he directly knocked him unconscious with the back of a knife, tied him up with a rope, and then carried him into the gap, and got people in first.

"Little brother, go on." Zhang Qixun said to the below, let go of his hand and hung Ma Chongshan down, and then climbed in himself.

The space under the ancient well is a little larger than Zhang Qixun imagined, the diameter is as large as four truck heads side by side, and the inside of the well walls are all made of stone bricks, and a total of seven arm-thick iron chains hang down.

In the center of the bottom of the evil ancient well, there is also a square well set inside, the little brother is standing on the edge of the small well, Ma Chongshan is crooked to the side, and the seven chains all extend into the mouth of the small well, and the water in it has all been frozen into turbid ice.

Zhang Qixun knocked it with a knife, and it was hard to freeze, so he had to find a way to melt the ice first. If there is really something under the small well, the ice inside should not be very thick, and Ma Chongshan will regularly clean these ice cubes in winter over the years, and it should not be difficult to melt the ice.

Zhang Qixun looked at the little brother,

"Try a small fried wave?" The little brother reached out and touched the inside and outside of the well wall, and nodded,

"Okay." Zhang Qixun took out a small detonator, chiseled a small pit on the surface of the ice, made a directional blasting, and then beckoned to the little brother,

"Hide, hide." The two of them took Ma Chongshan to huddle in the corner of the ancient well, only to hear a muffled sound, followed by a few clicks of the ice surface cracking.

Evil Zhang Xun leaned over to take a look, and the ice only cracked a few very narrow gaps, and muttered: "It seems that the power is not enough, and another wave of explosion." "This time, two small detonators were installed, and they were also used for directional blasting.

After the muffled sound of the explosion, the ice in the well was squeezed out of the wall and split apart, and some small cracks appeared in the small well under the force of directional squeezing.

Zhang Qixun and the little brother put on gloves and stepped forward to move out the broken ice, and found that the bottom was not very deep, only more than two meters.

It looks like a huge boxy water tank, and the bottom layer is also a coiled dragon carved stone slab, and the gaps at the edges are solidified and sealed by pine juice.

Zhang Qixun gave the little brother a few fire folds, and the two of them started to burn from both ends of the slate, and after ten minutes, the pine juice melted, and the slate showed signs of loosening up and down.

Zhang Qixun got up and retreated to the edge, and the little brother raised his foot to the side of the stone slab and stepped down hard. With a wicked creak, the stone slab on the side of the foot began to tilt and flip slowly, and a puff of dusty black smoke filled up from the open gap, which looked very ominous.

Zhang Qixun and the little brother immediately dragged the iron chain out of the small well and retreated to the edge of the wall of the ancient well outside. Because he didn't know what the role of the black smoke was, Zhang Qixun still stuffed the little brother with a gas mask to wear.

The smoke had been dispersed upwards for nearly half an hour, and a thin layer of fine gray-black powder had been spread on the ground outside the small well, all of which had come out from under the cracks in the stone slabs.