That was the end of Gurve's courage. He shouted and fired a few arrows, and then, with three or five jumps nimble than a rabbit, climbed over the dirty, smelly garbage heap, and without saying a word from Zilang, he turned over his horse at once. It is estimated that those hooded teams did not have time to prepare their horses, so the breakthrough went very smoothly, Qi Lang and his party fought like horses, walked through the streets and alleys, and went out of the west gate of Dongyang City, escaped for six or seven kilometers, and stopped beside an unknown stream.

Mr. Sang could no longer run, and every jolt of the war horse caused a violent cough, presumably because the beating during the siege had injured his internal organs, and Joanna was very worried that he would vomit out the lobes of his lungs. "We've got to get a doctor for him. She said, "He won't live long if he goes on like this." ”

"He's going to get better!" Qi Lang glared at Joanna dissatisfied, and stepped forward to help Ou Wu help Mr. Sang off his horse, "You will definitely get better." If you bear with me, it will only take half an hour for us to reach Xinfeng Village in the west, and we can help you find a doctor. You're going to get better. ”

Mr. Sang forced out a smile: "Life and death are fate, I'm old, is there anything I can't see?" He slowly walked to the stream, picked up the stream and washed his face. Qi Lang noticed that blood was unconsciously gushing out of the corners of his mouth, and even stained a large area of stream red. He gasped a few times, and finally couldn't support it anymore, and suddenly fell to his knees.

"How are you?" Qi Lang hurriedly snatched it over, and was about to stretch out his hands to help him up. The old gentleman waved his hand, still in a kneeling posture, but moved his body to the east, bowed his head, bowed three times, and looked straight along the direction of the stream.

"Sacrifice...... Sacrifice ......" His voice gradually weakened, but his right hand was slowly raised flat, and in his palm, the round spirit stone was placed.

"Where do you want to sacrifice this stone?" Qi Lang knelt beside the old gentleman on one knee, and asked softly as he reached out and stroked his back. But the old man was no longer sound, and just froze in place, his breathing stopped, his heart stopped.

"Is he dead?" said Gurph, walking up with a look of chagrin on his face, and asked cautiously, "what does that mean, does he want us to sacrifice for him?"

Qi Lang stretched out his hand and closed the old man's eyes, grabbed the spirit stone into his palm, and said with a long sigh, "I guess that's the case." In that direction, there should be something sacred that needs to be sacrificed with this spirit stone. ”

At this time, Dong Hong hesitantly cleared his throat: "I should know." He walked up and stretched out his hand and took out a spirit stone of the same size from his bosom: "This is what my mother gave me when she was leaving, and she told me that if you have time, you must go to the holy tomb of the queen mother and sacrifice this stone." ”

Qi Lang frowned and slowly raised his head: "Queen Mother?"

Dong Hong nodded: "Yes, the queen of our previous king." According to my mother, she is a very great woman, and in the ten years since she married the king, she has traveled to every corner of the kingdom of Zonghao. There are legends about her everywhere, and you must have heard of it. For example, the story of the blood poured into the Daxin River, where she shed blood for three days and three nights to pray for the plague to save the people from suffering, for example, the story of the Three Thousand Princes, who built a refuge grassland by herself, sheltering more than 3,200 homeless orphans, and the story of the lighthouse goddess, who stood on the pinnacle of Dragon's Tooth Island with a torch in the stormy seas, showing the way for the lost seafarers......"

Qi Lang recalled vigorously, but unfortunately, there was no trace of any story about the queen in his memory: "That's just a legend, isn't it like that?"

"That's not just a legend!" Dong Hong cast his convicted gaze to the lower reaches of the stream, "that's her, our queen." All the people respected her and loved her. Ever since she committed suicide in that catastrophe ten years ago, her story has been around us, warming and inspiring us. ”

He held up the spirit stone towards Qi Lang: "Although our Zong Hao Kingdom has fallen, her spirit has always been with us. It is said that in order to commemorate her merits, the gods built a crystal coffin for her, and her body was kept from being destroyed, and it was placed on the top of the holy tomb in the north of Dongyang City for all people to worship. And out of nowhere, it is said that the queen was most fond of collecting these beautiful little stones during her lifetime, so everyone who went to worship would find it in every possible way and use it as a sacrifice to show our respect. ”

"It's like this......" Qi Lang nodded silently, and an inexplicable yearning arose in his heart. He turned his face to look at the brothers, and Joanna could see the yearning in his eyes, and Gulf and Owu clearly had the same thoughts.

"Decide. Joanna blinked her big eyes and tilted her head towards Qi Lang, "That is the old gentleman's last wish, we should fulfill this wish for him." ”

"Yes. Qi Lang put the spirit stone in his pocket, "For such a legendary woman, we should also express our respect. ”

After finding a flat land by the river and digging a tomb, Mr. Sang settled in the earth. In the afternoon of the same day, Qi Lang and his party of five went down the river non-stop until evening, and a magnificent and tall altar had appeared in the afterglow of the setting sun.

It was a square cone-shaped building with a height of 300 meters, and among the vast and flat grass carpets, the white marble steps stretched out into the sky layer by layer, surrounded by flowers, fragrant, and looking at the top of the altar, a brilliant crystal coffin was placed there, like a pearl on a giant tower, exuding a soft light.

In the passage on the south side, groups of middle-aged and elderly people are supporting each other and climbing the stairs. It was obviously not an ideal time to sacrifice at the moment, but the number of people who came to offer sacrifices was still quite large, and it should have been in the hundreds. It's just that the age of those people is generally older, but it is strange, it seems that the new generation has long been brainwashed by the great Jiang Ping brothers, and they are no longer interested in those ethereal stories.

Qi Lang looked around, the guards were only about a dozen people, and it was just in time for the meal, they were all hiding in the row of small grass huts, each beckoning to enjoy the meal, anyway, the Holy Sepulchre had always been orderly, and the guests who came and went to worship were mostly old guys who were not dangerous, and their vigilance had already left them.

In order not to attract too much attention, Qi Lang and the others still tied their horses far away in the woods, sorted out their clothes, and walked slowly with the crowd with solemn expressions.

Qi Lang never expected that these hundreds of steps would become a tunnel to the depths of memory, and the memories that had been sleeping began to slowly revive from here, especially when the faint aroma of camellia floating in the air infiltrated his brain nerves a little bit, the memory was like a piece of glass that had been wiped by a soft towel cloth, and every gentle sweep would make the partition more transparent and the scenery inside clearer......

An inexplicable sadness lingered in the air around him.

It wasn't because the passers-by were silent, or because the breeze was blowing the white flowers whining, but because he felt a familiar smell here. It was an air that made him unusually kind, as if he could melt into it at any moment, carefree, carefree.

Qi Lang approached, just above, at the top of a dozen steps away—there she was lying, smiling ruddy and lifelike.

But Qi Lang couldn't see clearly, and that was because tears had blurred his eyes. It was the tears he had been away from for a long time, it was about five years, since he joined the Spiral Army and resolutely embarked on the journey, no matter how much hardship, no matter how many grievances, no tears had ever been shed......

Qi Lang's steps slowed down, as if each step had to fight against thousands of kilograms of gravity, but it seemed like his own decision-because he couldn't walk up slowly, bow and salute, put the flowers in his hands neatly around the crystal coffin, and then send the spirit stone to the altar. That wasn't enough for Qi Lang.

He fell to his knees, and just like that, he fell to the ground, and climbed up step by step, like a devout believer worshipping a noble god, or rather, like a son, kneeling down to his mother to wish him well......

The elders in front were stunned and looked at each other at a loss, but when they looked at Qi Lang's face and then at the remains of the queen in the crystal coffin, they all showed enlightened eyes. They began to whisper and talk.

"Is that him?"

"It must be him, and there can be no mistake. ”

"God has opened his eyes......"

Their voices were very low, and even two old men wanted to walk up to Qi Lang and say a few words of persuasion. But they all noticed the young man's sad expression, and they immediately realized that the young man's worship should not be disturbed in any way.

The brothers who were traveling with them were also stunned, they didn't expect such a scene, but at this moment, no one could think of any countermeasures, all they could do was to look behind them carefully, so as not to alarm the guards and cause other trouble.

But the trouble still comes!

At this moment, the worshippers behind him were pushed aside one after another, and in a cold snort, more than thirty uninvited guests in hoods slowly walked up!