The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

Fang Cun felt that he had been in a coma for a long time, and when he opened his eyes, it was pitch black, and the surroundings were gloomy and blurred. He had to stretch out his hand and shake in front of his eyes to explore the way, "Where is this?..."

"Huh—" Suddenly, there was a sound of flames jumping in my ears, and the clouds and the sun were seen in an instant.

Fang Cun took a big step back vigilantly, grabbed the dirt on the ground and threw it in front of him, "Who? Don't come over!"

"it's me."

Fang Cun couldn't get used to the momentary brightness, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, the outline of the person in front of him gradually became clear, sparks half arm's height leapt from Gan Ting's right hand.

"Ah Ting, you're scaring me to death." Fang Cunchang heaved a sigh of relief and was about to stand up from the ground.

"Kudden—" The ground he was holding on to was not the expected soft soil, and a foreign object protruded, which was directly broken by Fang Cun.

Fang Cun's heart trembled slightly, and he turned his head to look under his palm. There was a skull under his palm, half of which had been crushed, and wriggling worms crawled on it.

Fang Cun's pretty face turned pale with a swipe, "No offense, no offense, no offense."

He folded his hands together and worshiped the half of the skull three times, suddenly thought of something, turned around and walked quickly to Gan Ting, checked Gan Ting's injuries, and asked urgently: "How are you, did that fish hurt you?" ?”

Gan Ting was very uncomfortable being touched by him, so he avoided his hands, "I'm fine, he just sealed my spiritual power with a pen, and didn't hurt me."

Fang Cun said angrily: "The dead fish pretended to be harmless to humans and animals. When I go out, I must fry him! Then stew it in fish soup!"

Seeing how passionate he was, Gan Ting immediately poured cold water on him, "You have to go out and talk."

Gan Ting wanted to say something else, but the dry bones in the yellow mud hit his eyes straight, his pupils shrank, and the blood-stained river suddenly flashed back in his mind, thousands of fish were hanging from the trees and struggling helplessly, panic instantly Annihilation heart, a burst of cramping.

Fang Cun quickly supported him, and said slightly reproachfully: "You still said it's okay, what are you trying to do?"

"I'm really fine." Gan Ting rubbed the center of his brows, suppressing his thoughts, "It's just that these dry bones can't sleep peacefully, they're too cloudy, and they're in a trance for a while."

Not far away, the scattered water droplets silently dripped on the dirty and wet yellow mud. The broken bones and remains are half exposed everywhere. The remaining bones are all human bodies and fish tails. The place I am in is like the bottom end of a light beam, dark and damp, filled with weirdness.

Gan Ting raised his head and said, "This should be the tomb of the carp."

Fang Cun didn't care where it was, he was worried about his injuries, and blamed himself: "I shouldn't have gone to Ban Lao to paint that painting in the first place, and it doesn't matter if there is no such painting or what's behind, and now I'm still hurting you." Injured so badly."

"I'm really not injured." Gan Ting explained patiently, "Besides, it's our duty to protect the peace of the human world."

Fang Cun refused to listen, and pulled all the vines off the rock with his mouth curled, spreading all his grievances on the poor vines.

Gan Ting went over to help him tidy up together, and lit the vines, and the fire, which had weak spiritual power, became more intense.

It is bright for a while, and you can see it at a glance. The stars and the moon in the grotto are carved with a huge carving, carved with fish scales, red maple, and sunset and dusk. Danxia is paved, and vines are wrapped around the hanging rocks. The carvings are very fine and lifelike.

"Although this place looks isolated from the world, there are water droplets and vines." Gan Ting touched the smooth and flawless stone painting, "There should be an exit next to it."

"According to the TV series, the organs are all on the stone paintings. I'll look for them."

Fang Cun climbed up the murals, groping bit by bit, living here day by day, the horizon is magnificent, the red koi hovering in the river, the dragon gate crossing the river, the lines of the meridians are very realistic, even though they are carved on the gray stone wall, they can still make people feel People can't help but imagine how dazzling it is.

"You be careful."

"Okay." Fang Cun replied, and then crawled on the stone painting like a gecko.

Fang Cun touched almost every corner of the stone painting, and searched for a long time on the uneven carvings but found nothing unusual.

Gan Ting raised his head and said, "Forget it if you can't find it, come down quickly and don't fall."

"Click-" There was a crisp sound of mechanism dislocation

"Look, Ah Ting! There really is a mechanism!" Fang Cun called him excitedly, Gan Ting looked up at the stone painting in disbelief.

I saw the carp engraved in the stone painting suddenly come alive and swim in the painting, the mud and rocks in the cave suddenly fell, deafening, thousands of lights shot in from nowhere, the dust was flying, and the bones in the mud were terrifying , the fire ignited by the vines was extinguished by the hurricane, and it seemed to collapse.

Gan Ting flew over, grabbed the square-inch collar and jumped up lightly. The two stood firmly on the overhanging rock, avoiding the falling stones with little surprise.

"What did you touch?"

Fang Cun turned his head around, "I, just..."

Before Fang Cun finished speaking, a strong light came, and the red carp on the stone painting leaped out until it turned into a human.

An old man with white hair and red beard stooped his body, leaning on a golden lacquered cane and said solemnly: "Who is trespassing on the tomb of my family's clothes?"

Although the old man was old, but his eyes were piercing, he looked at Gan Ting closely and asked, "Are you from the heavens? You don't have spiritual power?"

Gan Ting also looked at the old man for a long time. Judging by the old man's appearance, he should be an old man guarding his clothes.

Gan Ting nodded slightly, "It's not that the junior deliberately disturbed me, but I was imprisoned by a red carp."

The hand of the old man holding the cane trembled, "Is he still repaying his favor?"

Gan Ting shook his head, "The benefactor is dead, and now he is taking revenge."

The old man sighed, "Qinghe is always so stubborn."

Seeing that the old man was still sensible, Gan Ting took a step forward to persuade him, "Senior, since he is guarding the tomb, he must be highly respected. I wonder if we can go to the world to persuade Qinghe? Let him give up revenge?"

"Although I think he is stubborn, but according to my selfishness, I support him to avenge our clan." Hearing this, the old man raised his eyes, and looked around at the dead bones, "Look, the bones all over the ground are not scary, it's just me. Half of the clan members, more of them entered the belly of the prefect, and there is nothing left but a tomb of clothes, what reason do I have to stop him from taking revenge?"

"I know I shouldn't have intervened, but the matter is serious. If it is not stopped in time, Qinghe may be destroyed forever."

The old man raised his head, waiting for his next words.

Gan Ting weighed in his mind for a moment, and said frankly: "I might as well tell all seniors that Qinghe got a pen, and that pen is enough to destroy the world, but he hurts eight hundred enemies and one thousand. If Qinghe really gets that far, It wasn't just him who was backlashed, but also the entire mermaid clan, do seniors really want to watch the mermaid clan be destroyed?"

The old man stroked Chuipao's white hair, "Why should I believe you?"

Gan Ting raised his hand, relying on the last sliver of spiritual power to conjure up a void jade plate, gradually revealed that the characters engraved on it were covered with golden light and hung in the air, erratic due to lack of spiritual power.

"Fate?" The old man's face changed slightly, he frowned and said hesitantly, "Are you...Little Heavenly Venerable?"

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