Shengjing Conspiracy

"Look at this brick and stone, there are traces of fish bones. The book says that this kind of stone is called stone fish, which is left after the death of fish thousands of years ago."

In the relatively spacious stone path, Jing Yun stared nervously at Wen Youqing, fearing that he would fall into another pit, and tying his wrists together could not give him a sense of security. He was so absorbed that he didn't notice that the other party was talking to him, so he turned back immediately. God came to hear the other party still talking.

"There are also snail shells." Wen Youqing took a closer look at a few bricks, his handsome face changed from dazed to stunned, Jing Yun glanced at the stones with little interest, "So what can be proved, that there used to be a river here , this is normal."

Glancing at this person, Wen Youqing said: "Water is the source of all things. People live by water. Some people have lived here and had a country. Maybe this place is not just a tomb."

The two continued to walk along the stone path, and not long after, Jing Yun suddenly stopped, and Wen Youqing was forced to stop too.

"Someone is singing."

"what?"

Wen Youqing was taken aback for a moment, but Jing Yun's earnest expression did not seem to be a lie. He listened carefully, but still heard nothing, "How can there be singing?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, a rising and falling singing voice floated over, the voice was mellow and sad, like a man who is too sad for a woman to travel far away, how miserable and miserable, how can a simple sentence be scary to explain.

Wen Youqing murmured silently in her heart, but she still couldn't help but approached Jing Yun timidly, looked nervously at the unknown front, and whispered: "Why is there someone singing here?"

"Pretending to be a ghost." Jing Yun was not afraid, he would not frown even if a person like him was a real ghost standing in front of him.

Why is this person so calm? Wen Youqing deeply felt that his appearance was a bit inferior, and said forcefully: "Of course I know that I am pretending to be a ghost. I am afraid that you will not be able to beat him."

Jing Yun, who didn't feel anything wrong at first, silently looked down at him, thinking that Yan Yan is afraid of ghosts, is he so cute?

Jing Yun turned his wrist and directly held Wen Youqing's hand, bent slightly, almost engulfing the other's small earlobe, and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

This man is getting worse.

Wen Youqing pursed her lips and pushed the person away, blushing and walked forward sullenly, finally calming down her beating heart, and when she came back to her senses, she was no longer afraid of being interrupted by Jing Yun.

As he walked deeper and deeper, the singing became clearer and clearer. Wen Youqing frowned and whispered: "The white dragon will protect my hometown, the green dragons will nurture us, and the wind will cross the Yumen Gate to my hometown." Township, my ballads are spread thousands of miles... It is Bailong and Qingjiao's, this is a strange ballad."

Jing Yun put his hand on his lower lip, "Bailong, Qingjiao, Yumen, when I was a soldier, I heard from the old man in the camp that there is a place in the desert called Bailongdui, where there are whirlwinds and sandstorms all the year round, even people with consciousness An old horse and a camel on the way will die there.”

With this thought in mind, Wen Youqing also began to recall the books he had read about Mobei, "I remembered that this Qingjiao refers to the Qingjiao River that has stopped flowing in the previous dynasty, and the Yumen should refer to the The former name of the border town."

"Yumen Pass." Jing Yun continued.

Why bamboo flute complain willow, spring is not degree Pass.

The Dasheng Dynasty was only established for three generations. Before the Dasheng Dynasty, it was the Chen Dynasty that lasted nearly 400 years. At that time, the soldiers left by the emperor at Yumen Pass built a city.

The ballad was repeated over and over again, and the two didn't stay for long. They stopped when a huge door appeared in front of them.

"Yanyan, you step back to the corner." Jing Yun untied the cloth, and after confirming that Wen Youqing was hiding, he pushed open the door and quickly hid aside to protect the other party behind him.

Surprisingly, there was no mechanism, but the voice of the ballad became clearer.

Holding down Wen Youqing who was about to poke his head out, he looked over by himself, the scene in front of him made Jing Yun subconsciously scold her.

"What's the matter?" Wen Youqing couldn't bear it anymore, she also looked over and scolded her.

What kind of situation can make the two of them like this?

The world behind the door is like an underground city-state, with scattered houses, rice paddies and traffic, and even a turbulent dark river in the center of the city-state.

Of course, these can't attract the scolding of the two of them, what really attracts is the source of the ballad.

There is a high platform near the door, which seems to be used for sacrifices. At this time, there are more than a dozen people wearing the same white robes, forming two circles inside and outside, and they are the ones who make the sound.

"Tell me, how long have they been like this?" Wen Youqing glanced at the faces of several people, all of them were pale and sallow, with blue eyes and black and black figures.

"At least he's still alive." Jing Yun jumped onto the high platform, stepped forward and grabbed a man's arm. The man who was pulled didn't respond at all, and sang a song by himself.

He teased several other people, all of whom were in the same state. A group of people had no reaction other than singing ballads. Jing Yun suspected that if he killed them on the spot now, they would not have any reaction.

"They have been hit by a soul-destroying spell." Wen Youqing came up from the steps on the side of the high platform and asserted after seeing the appearance of several people, "Do you know about the case of the walking corpse in Kyoto eight years ago?"

Jing Yun nodded, "I heard it a little bit."

"Eight years ago around Guyu, there were rumors of walking corpses in Kyoto. At first they were just rumors and no one paid attention to them. One morning in the second half of the month, a large number of walking corpses suddenly appeared in the streets of Kyoto. The government sent troops to stop them, but found that the so-called The walking corpse is not a 'corpse' at all, but a real living person." Wen Youqing's complexion was not very good-looking, "The emperor at that time was still the late emperor, and the late emperor called quack warlocks, and learned that it was the 'soul-stirring technique' that caused the trouble. It took more than ten days of hard work to solve the disaster of the walking corpse, but the case has not yet been solved, and the walking corpse has never appeared again."

Jing Yun: "The appearance of those walking corpses was exactly the same as that of these people?"

"Yeah." Nodding her head, Wen Youqing supported a person beside her, put one hand on Baihui acupoint on the top of her head, and rubbed Shenting and Yintang acupoints with the other hand.

"You are this?"

"This acupuncture point can keep people awake. I'll try to see if it can wake them up." Wen Youqing said, rubbing his hands non-stop for about a quarter of an hour. Finally stopped.

"It works!" Wen Youqing shook the pantothenic acid hand, trying to pull him up, but found that the other party just stopped singing the ballad and did not fully regain consciousness, "It still doesn't work."

Jing Yun watched him languid for a moment before continuing to rub the next person, shook his head and smiled, and rubbed with him together. After everyone's singing stopped, Jing Yun pulled one of them to Wen Youqing's side, "Guess what? What's up?"

"I found one too." Wen Youqing also smiled and pulled one up.

Looking at the people in each other's hands, both of them laughed.

Because what the other party is pulling is the twelfth and thirteenth princes of the Raksha Kingdom who disappeared at the beginning.