Quick Transmigration Little Stalker: The big villain is moving

Chapter 350 Script Killing: The Eighth Person (46)

Jiang Wan was right.

Li Lin will not come back, he will be buried here with his "greed" forever.

Maybe when someone breaks in in the future, they will find a dead bone buried in gold in a corner of the secret passage.

Wen Yuan heard Jiang Wan say that Li Lin would not come back, and his blood-stained face was filled with grief, "Why didn't I stop him just now?! I have been classmates for many years, if I can persuade him again just now, maybe"

The rest of the words turned into a heavy sigh.

Jiang Wan picked up a golden three-beast wine bottle and played with it in her hand, "It's only been ten minutes. If you go into that secret passage to find him now, you might be able to find him. If Li Lin is still alive, You can continue this brotherhood with him!"

Wen Yuan's frowning and tearful face suddenly changed color, and it took a long time to pull the corners of his stiff lips, "This place is very evil, if I go in, I won't be able to get out"

"Since you don't dare, then don't make up such a trick." Jiang Wan interrupted him, looked up at the ear room, "Hurry up and find a way to get out, it's not a problem to be exhausted all the time. "

After finishing speaking, she tilted her head to Wen Yuan and raised her chin, "Aren't you a once-in-a-century genius in our school's archeology department? Analyze and analyze?"

"This should be the ear room we entered for the first time. As for why there is a missing door, it may be that when the five of us got into the secret passage just now, the original direction of this ear room was changed because of the weight. .” Wen Yuan stroked his chin, and looked at the surrounding walls with somewhat sharp eyes.

"If my analysis is correct, the wall of this ear chamber can be rotated according to the bearing direction."

In other words, there were originally two doors here.Because Jiang Wan and the others all entered the secret passage and changed the weight of the ear chamber, the ear chamber would shift to one side, allowing the weight to restructure the wall of the ear chamber, leaving only one door.

"Three doors." Ah Yan said lightly.

Jiang Wan and Wen Yuan took a breath when they heard what he said.

There are three doors in this ear room?When they came in, they only saw two doors, which is also a way to confuse the tomb robbers, deliberately lure people into the door that can never go out, so as to change the wall structure of the ear chamber, so that only one door remains in the ear chamber The door entered an endless loop, destroying the intruder's sanity.

Jiang Wan asked Ah Yan, "Could it be that after the third door, it will be"

Wen Yuan was one step ahead of her, his voice became hoarse with excitement, "It's the coffin!"

Behind the third door must be the coffin of the owner of the tomb.

"We may have discovered a new civilization, which is far more valuable than those mundane things!" Wen Yuan impatiently began to rub his hands on the wall, looking for the third door that Ah Yan said.

Maybe he didn't realize that when Ah Yan said that there was a third door here, the expression on his face was so calm.

But Jiang Wan noticed.

She asked him, "How do you know there is a third door here?"

In fact, what she wants to ask is, why are you so familiar with this tomb?Why am I so familiar with you?
Ah Yan, who are you?

Who am I!

The boy in the hoodie seemed to see the restlessness in the girl's heart. He took her hand and gently pulled her into his arms.

He placed his big palm on her short hair, stroking it up and down, as if to comfort her, and understood all the distress in her heart.

Jiang Wan remained motionless, buried her face in his chest, and quietly smelled the ancient woody fragrance on his body.

She is really tired.

It's okay to watch someone die in front of her, but the content of the murals in this tomb makes her deeply confused.

Pulling in the chaos, the feeling of being unable to see the truth is oppressive and suffocating.

"Ah Yan, I'm so tired." I want to know what my incomplete memory is, what exactly have I experienced in this tomb?
The boy stroked her hair for a moment, then slowly stopped.

Ah Yan took out a bottle of water from his bag, and led Jiang Wan to squat down.

He unscrewed the cap and poured water on the ground.

A stream of water splits into three streams in an instant, flowing in three directions: west, east, and north.

He pointed in the middle direction, "The door."

Jiang Wan looked over.

She knew that her lost memory might be behind that door!
She knew better that those memories must be painful.
After Ah Yan told the secret of the third door, Wen Yuan took the first step and came to his finger.

Gently press the palm of your hand on the wall, and then feel a protrusion.

Wen Yuan smashed it down with his palm, the madness in his eyes couldn't be concealed.When he saw the walls around him start to shake violently, and he heard the roar in his ears, he knew he was in the right place!
The third door is here, and the ancient civilization and legends will also be revealed by him personally.At that time, let alone the national archaeological team let him choose, even the international archaeological team will give him an olive branch.

Wen Yuan stepped in, and Ah Yan led Jiang Wan to follow.

The flashlight slowly illuminates the scene behind the third door
It is a square tomb, with a black stone coffin in the middle, and nothing around it, except for many murals carved on the walls.

The murals here are more detailed and more varied than the murals carved on the twelve stone pillars in the main hall just now.The murals in the tomb seem to tell the life of the owner of the tomb, revealing all the secrets to the people in front of him.

Jiang Wan let go of Ah Yan's hand.

Holding a flashlight, she moved to the first mural:

This country was a tribal civilization a long time ago, maybe 5000 years ago, or even earlier.

The tribe believes in ghosts and gods, and the person who can lift the red gold sword is their ruler.And the owner of this tomb is Zhuli, the last ruler of this tribe.

At the most miserable time for the tribe, Zhu Liru was reborn as a ghost and god, holding the red gold sword in his hand, he wiped out seven tribes in less than a year, and became the biggest ruler of the Central Plains in one fell swoop.

But he is cruel, bloodthirsty, and fond of killing.

He even wanted to destroy the holy temple in the mountain, release the ghosts and insects sealed in the holy temple, and unify all the tribes on the land.

But the holy temple does not allow it, and the people in the tribe are also afraid that the ghost insects will destroy everything in this world when they come out.It is rumored that ghost worms have the power to bring the dead back to life, but only saintesses can control those ghosts, so saintesses of all ages were not allowed to step out of the holy temple, because they were afraid that ghosts would get out of control and devour everyone.

Zhu Li was curious about ghost bugs, so he sneaked into the holy temple late at night. There were countless containers for cultivating ghost bugs in the holy temple, and it was he who cut off the heads of those enemies.

There are nests of red ghost worms in each head, they are constantly wriggling, breaking out of the goose-yellow flesh beads.

Zhu Li watched it amusedly, unaware that there was a girl in a cloak standing quietly behind her.

The girl patted him on the shoulder, startled him, and swung her sword to cut off the girl's head.

It's just that those eyes are too clear and pure, like lake green, like sky blue.

Different pupils.

Still yin and yang with different pupils.

On the mainland, only girls with different pupils can be brought into the holy temple and become saints.

At this time, the girl standing in front of Zhu Li was the saint—— Wan.

Wan and Zhuli fell in love at first sight, but they couldn't love each other.

The body and soul of the saint belong to the temple, but also to everyone in the tribe.The saints of all ages were not allowed to have intercourse with men, they had to have the purest flesh.

Although the tribe and ancestors have rules, Zhuli and Wan still love each other desperately, despite everyone's opposition and condemnation.

He would come to the Holy Temple after every war he had won, and he would talk to himself alone, and confide all his heart to the door that would never open.

Zhu Li knew that Wan was behind the huge stone gate.

He can't go in.

And she was imprisoned there forever.
Seeing this, Jiang Wan burst into tears.

Her emotions and soul seemed to be involved in those murals, and as her eyes jumped, she was already in extreme sadness, heart-piercing.

She looks at the mural, and the teenager in the hoodie behind her looks at her.

Gentle as water, light as light.

He is no longer that cold look, and he doesn't even know when he changed into standing with his hands behind his back.

Jiang Wan wiped away her tears, and continued to look closely at the murals:

On a Shennong Festival, every family is reunited together, never parting from each other.When Zhu Li came under the holy temple, he kept smashing the stone gate of the holy temple with stones.

Soon after, the stone door opened.

Wan, who was wearing a cloak, came out from inside, and they embraced each other, rubbing their ears together.In the end, Wan was dragged back by two guards of the holy temple, and Zhu Li was also ordered by the holy temple never to approach.

Zhu Li refused to listen, he led the army to the gate of the holy temple and demanded that the holy temple hand over Wan, or he would slaughter the holy temple.People in the holy temple were panicked, and threatened to sacrifice the saint, forcing Zhuli to retreat.The two sides were at a stalemate, and each took a step back.

Shengmiao wants Zhuli to unify all the tribes. As long as he unifies all the tribes, he can give Wan to him.

Zhu Li agreed and rode away.

Appearing in the holy temple again, he was besieged because he was trapped by the enemy tribe.He fell in a pool of blood, his life hanging by a thread.

Wan walked out from the crowd, she took off her cloak, and stroked his cheek with both hands.

Sacrifice.

She wants to revive him.

There is an altar in the holy temple. As long as sacrifices are made to ghosts and insects, the divine power will dedicate the life of the sacrifices to the seriously injured.But this is just the legend of the holy temple, whether it is true or not, no one has seen it with their own eyes.

Despite this, Wan decided to sacrifice herself without complaint or regret.

A temple can live without a saint, but a tribe cannot live without a heroic ruler.Once the news of Zhuli's death spreads, everything their tribe currently owns will be taken away by other tribes, and the people may also be strangled.

Both the temple and the tribe agreed with Wan's decision.

Because the sacrifice process was extremely cruel and painful, she was tied hands and feet and placed on a cold altar.

Countless people chanted mantras and prayed, and Wan also prayed silently in his heart.

She prayed for the rebirth of her beloved one, and prayed for the tribal gods to come forever, without foreign enemies intruding.

If she died alone, thousands of people could be resurrected, then she would like, she begged.

Ghost insects gushed out from the five holes in the ice bed, and soon covered Wan's body.Those scarlet ghost bugs burrowed into her body, slowly squeezed in from any hole, even through the cracks of fingernails.
They gnawed at her, invaded her, and parasitized her.

The meaning of the existence of the saint is actually to exchange life with the ruler.

They love each other, but they can never love each other.

One step away is always separated from yin and yang.

Legend has it that Zhuli and Wan achieved a miraculous recovery from Zhuli's serious illness. When he woke up completely, he took up the divine sword again and wiped out all the tribes before coming to the gate of the holy temple.

He waited for the temple to open, day after day.

Zhu Li couldn't wait any longer, he led his troops to break into the holy temple, desperately looking for Wan, he knelt beside the high altar and wept bitterly.

He could keep tens of thousands of tribal people, but he couldn't keep her alone.

Her life was sacrificed to him, and she also called out his name when she died tragically.

Zhu Li knows.

When Wan sacrificed, she not only sacrificed her life to him, but also gave him her soul!

Zhu Li, who had lost his lover, went crazy, he clenched his sword and let the soldiers go out.After closing the gate of the holy temple, he raised the divine sword, chopped off the heads of all the people in the holy temple, and then lay down on the altar.

Never believing in ghosts and gods, he begged at this moment, begging the gods to return Wan to him, even if his life was taken away again, even if he was never reincarnated.

Love and devotion.

Wan and Zhuli.
Seeing Jiang Wan's red eyes and tears welling up, Wen Yuan felt puzzled, "Isn't this just a fairy tale, what's there to cry about?"

Jiang Wan shook her head, "This is not a story."

This was the first catastrophe she experienced when she became a demon.
　This chapter is a bit long. It’s nearly [-] words, and I don’t have time to divide it into chapters.

　　Zhuli can be said to be Jiang Wan's first love, so it's normal for her to be so emotional.Ah Yan is Zhuli, and this tomb is also his tomb, so guess what, Ah Yan already has memories of his previous life~
　　
　
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