Undying Curse Part 2

This palm seemed to have the upper hand, but judging from Tang Song's dignified expression, You Ming in front of him was a formidable opponent.

Nether, who was repelled, found that he was imprisoned by a kind of energy and could not transform into a butterfly. He glanced at the dagger in his hand and launched another tornado-like attack on Tang and Song.

On the snow field outside the villa area, under the moonlight, Tang Song used the Mo Yang Sword to resist You Ming's dagger, the shadow of the sword criss-crossed, and there were nearly a hundred moves back and forth in just a few minutes, but You Ming did not find any flaws from Tang Song.

You Ming admitted that she had never met such an opponent.

I can't even imagine that there will be such a powerful existence in this world.

Every knife of You Ming, no matter in terms of angle or strength, can be called a killer move, but they are all subtly deflected by the long sword in the woman's hand in front of him.

After several fights, You Ming suddenly stepped back, put the dagger in his waist, and said coldly, "Who are you?"

"Tang and Song Dynasties."

"Why stop me here?"

"For you to have less pain after you recover your memory." Tang Song held the Mo Yang Sword wrapped around the coolness of the moonlight, swung it sideways, and the cold silver light hummed, drawing a barrier in front of Nether. "You can't get in this villa anymore, why don't we take this opportunity to chat with someone."

"Who?"

"Ye Lingyu." Tang Song raised his eyes, scrutinizing You Ming's expression, "How much impression do you have of her?"

Nether: "..."

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the other side.

There was no earthy smell in Qianyan's breath, but was surrounded by a familiar smell, a touch of coldness penetrated into the skin, and the voice in his ear was so familiar.

With consciousness, she coughed twice involuntarily.

"you're awake?"

It was Xuan Luo's extremely happy voice, and she could hear that she was very worried.

"We..." With a slight movement of his right arm, Qian Yan frowned, "We... where is this?"

"Don't move around, your arm was broken and your ankle was contused." Xuan Luo suppressed her emotions. The moment she found Qian Yan, she really thought she had left her. Fortunately, she was fine, "I don't know Where is this, after falling, even the location has changed, I searched for a long time before I found you."

"Are you crying?" Qian Yan endured the pain, raised his left hand to hold Xuan Luo's cheek, "Don't cry... I'm fine."

Xuan Luo raised his eyes vigorously, swallowed his emotions, and his unwavering voice seemed to be squeezed out from between tightly pressed lips and teeth, pale and weak, "How can it be okay, it's my fault, I failed to protect you well .”

Qianyan actually saw Xuanluo's worried expression clearly in this pure black environment, as if a stream of warm water was poured into his heart, he smiled softly: "I don't know why, seeing you worry about me and feel sorry for me, just Feel so happy."

Without waiting for Xuan Luo to refute, Qian Yan leaned over and kissed her lips, her eyes were tightly closed, gently holding the icy coldness, and after a while, she left gracefully.

"For the sake of my injury, just rely on me." While speaking, Qian Yan put his head on Xuan Luo's shoulder, and murmured: "I just... had a dream."

Xuan Luo pursed her lower lip, followed her words helplessly, and asked, "What dream?"

Qianyan likes Xuanluo's gentle tone, no matter how bad the surrounding environment is or where she is, at this moment her mood is extremely comfortable.

Because Xuan Luo is by her side, that's enough.

"Someone is calling me and telling me to stay away from you, saying that I will hurt you." Qianyan seemed to be able to see those dark blue eyes when he closed his eyes, "I was a little scared, so I woke up."

"hurt me?"

"That's why I said it was a dream, how could I be willing to hurt you." Qianyan closed his eyes again, although he just woke up, he was very tired, "What's more, I can't beat you, even if I could, I wouldn't do it .”

She wished she could give this woman all her warmth, how could she be willing to hurt her at all.

But these words made Xuan Luo's expression a little wandering. Obviously, she was very concerned about the dream she had in such an environment, and it was also because she had lost too many things over the years.

She often tries to grab something, but whenever she stands on the highest point of the cliff and looks back, she finds that there is nothing.

The smiling faces that were familiar in the past, every real contact, no matter how warm and happy, what is left in the end is endless sadness, just like the place where we are now, the surrounding is dark, until the end Xuanluo I was very scared, even the figure in my arms disappeared like a flash in the pan, and there was nothing left in the end.

"In a nutshell, I don't believe in fate, because the existence of fate is too abstract and vague. I don't know why my future should be carried out according to a line in the book of fate." Feeling in my arms The figure fell asleep again, Xuan Luo withdrew his wandering eyes, and carefully looked at Qian Yan's cheeks, "But looking at you now, it seems that I have to believe in the existence of fate. How afraid... one day, you will stand At the far end of the other side, and left me alone to live aimlessly?"

A tear ran down his cheek.

Xuan Luo didn't know what was wrong with him, maybe when he saw Qian Yan lying there in a coma, he was suddenly sad and frightened.

Picking up Qianyan, she planned to find a slightly safer place to rest before going to Bai Jing and Su Yang.

Looking around, it is certain that this is a pentagonal cave. From the excavation marks on the wall, it can be confirmed that it is an artificial building.

Looking at the empty surroundings, Xuan Luo once felt that he had fallen into a place similar to Rashomon.Otherwise, why are there only her and Qianyan here, and not those double Yin trees that fell at the same time?

Since when did they enter the illusion?

Or is the power of the hanging mirror already so powerful?

Most importantly, what was the person who attracted them here?

While thinking about it, Xuan Luo searched for the end of the mine. After walking for an unknown amount of time, he found a hidden entrance and at the same time confirmed his location, which was the ancient tomb.

It's just that the construction here was older, so Xuan Luo couldn't figure out when the construction of this ancient tomb started, and what happened during this period?

The tomb passage in front of me is not long, and the stone gate more than ten meters away has already been opened. Xuan Luo held Qianyan in his arms, walked in cautiously, and smelled a faint fragrance of aloes.

This tomb is the size of a basketball court, but it is not clear why the surroundings are made of agarwood.And the things on the high platform in the middle are more attractive to Xuan Luo.It was a shelf nearly two meters high and five meters wide. When I got closer, I realized that it was a cross with nails full of corpses.

This layout of the tomb made Xuan Luo a little strange. She took a few steps back, she closed her eyes first, and when she opened them again, all the oil lamps on the walls of this weird tomb were lit by her.

And found a relatively clean place to put down the shallow words.

Xuan Luo, who stood up straight, not only saw the layout of the place clearly, but also understood why it was built with agarwood. With the double shade trees outside, this place should be an altar.Although she is a character who doesn't listen to things outside the window, after all, after living for so many years, even if she doesn't pay attention to it, she knows much more than what modern people can learn from textbooks.

Xia Shangzhong, Shang Shanggui, Zhou Shangwen.

During the Shang Dynasty, the most popular superstition of ghosts and gods was said.From the ancient sacrificial techniques that I have mastered, the sacrificial mode in front of me should have originated in the Shang and Zhou Dynasties, and this sacrificial method symbolizes power and class.

Around the cross, there are seven beasts with their mouths open, facing the corpse, and the seven represent not only reincarnation but also rebirth.

Therefore, Xuan Luo can infer that the corpses on this shelf should be the corpses of nobles who died for rebirth.

The dynasty that advocated this kind of sacrifice was an organization that only emerged during the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

People in this organization believe in a kind of soul-returning witchcraft, using the method of evocation to transfer sick nobles to healthy people with matching horoscopes, so as to obtain a lot of gold, silver and power.

And because this organization's actions violated the laws of nature, it aroused public anger. In the end, in order to avoid chaos, it hid in the southern mountains and forests for a period of time. When it rose again, it was named "Yin Yang Pavilion".

Is this the underground palace built by the Yinyang Pavilion in the Shang and Zhou dynasties?

Xuan Luo's wandering eyes fell on Qian Yan unconsciously, especially the broken arm. She regained consciousness and used the mirror to remove two pieces of agarwood from the wall.

Touching the place where Qianyan broke off, Xuan Luo pursed his lower lip and snapped it hard, straightening the bone, causing Qianyan to frown and faint again.

Then clamp it with two wooden boards, take out a bandage from the backpack to fix it, and help her bandage the bleeding part of the skin.

The alarm clock on the mobile phone rang again, and after Xuan Luo turned it off, he took out the blood bag Tang Song specially made for her from his backpack and drank it.

You have to drink for another day before you can drink blood normally.

despair--

A crisp voice caught Xuan Luo's gaze. At some point in this environment, a person appeared out of thin air. To be precise, it was not a person, because there was no breath at all.

Through the clothes, Xuan Luo can be sure that this old man is the one who gave the finger.

The old man's empty eyes carefully looked at Xuan Luo and the agarwood on Qian Yan's arm, "Aren't you afraid of death if you dare to destroy the place that the old man sees?"

"If it is not fixed early, she will remain disabled." Xuan Luo didn't expect the old man to be able to speak, "Besides, people are mortal, and I'm afraid we can't avoid it."

"You..." The old man's empty eyes swept up and down, "So you are a person who is cursed and lives forever, why come here?"

From the conversation of the person in front of him, Xuan Luo could feel a noble aura that could not be concealed by this skin, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't you send us a severed finger to attract us? Who are you, the owner of...the tomb here?"

"The owner of the tomb?" The old man put one hand behind his back and smiled contemptuously, "I don't understand what you're talking about, but the old man has never left here." When he finished speaking, there was a familiar smell in his breath, which should have been I just smelled it because the aloes in this room was too strong, and there was another smell of blood. To make sure, the old man came to Xuan Luo and wanted to reach out to grab Qian Yan, but unexpectedly, he was struck by a burst of energy. open.

Xuan Luo stood in front of Qian Yan, looked at the old man with a sudden expression of vigilance, and asked coldly, "What are you going to do?"

"Who is she!?" The old man was a little emotionally unstable, "Why...why did you keep Ziqing's blood?"

"Who is Ziqing?"

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