Everyone read the script except me [Transmigration Book]

The tomb was pitch black, and even a martial arts master with extraordinary night vision would still have difficulty seeing in such an environment.

Relying on the map that he vaguely remembered, Yan Wujiu pulled Feng Jianpo and walked forward quickly. The target was of course the main tomb where the coffin of the abandoned prince was placed.However, at the same time, it is necessary to find a way to deal with the tail that follows behind.

"Be careful, the organ in the main tomb has not been closed yet. Find a chance to get rid of the people behind." Yan Wujiu lowered his voice and said calmly.

Feng Jianpo, who was being held by his left hand, remained silent.

In the silent tomb, the weak voice was amplified by the tomb passage, producing a strange and faint echo, as if sighing, as if something was waiting for an opportunity to move around them.

In this moment's environment, Feng Jianpo's silence was extremely abnormal and aroused people's concern.

Walking far away, memory and environment are confused, even Yan Wujiu slowed down and became more cautious.

He glanced at Feng Jianpo who was beside him silently and staring straight ahead. Although the tomb passage was so dark that he could barely see his fingers, there was a faint light in the distance, like night pearls, cave stalactites, or phosphorous powder Reflective, ever-burning lights of statues.

With the faint light, one can vaguely see Feng Jianpo's stern and ruthless side face.

After confirming that he did not pull the wrong person, Yan Wujiu didn't care about him, and let go of his hand by the way, and focused on observing the surrounding environment.

The people behind have not followed, after all, Yan Wujiu has seen the map more or less, and came prepared, and at the beginning he used the convenience of memory to get rid of them.

But the accompanying mausoleum is not very big, and it will be a matter of time to find it, and it needs to be prepared early.

Yan Wujiu observed a few places that seemed to be organs, and immediately went to turn and operate them, and vaguely heard some noises and muffled screams in the distance.

His face was expressionless, his eyes were calm and calm, he slowed down and walked forward, paying attention to his surroundings.

After all, those people can be solved by him with mechanisms, and he himself may trigger the mechanism to be unlucky.

Before he knew it, Yan Wujiu passed Feng Jianpo and came to a fork in the road.

At this point, the terrain doesn't quite match the map in Yan Wujiu's memory.In addition, the internal force borrowed from Fenlian was almost exhausted, and his night vision ability also decreased accordingly.

"Feng Jianpo, come and see what are the three roads."

The voice fell, but there was no response.

Yan Wujiu frowned and looked back, only to find that Feng Jianpo was standing almost three meters behind him, standing quietly, like a sculpture.

Looking at it suddenly in such an environment, it is quite frightening.

What's more frightening is that Feng Jianpo hooked his head slightly, and put one hand on the back of his own neck, like a person resurrected from the dead to make sure his head is still growing on his head.

The faint and muffled voice was indistinct: "It hurts. Is my head on the neck?"

His original voice was deep and hoarse, cold and emotionless, and in such an environment, he sounded like a ghost crawling out of hell.

Changing someone was so frightened that his heart stopped beating, but Yan Wujiu really traveled through sudden death, so he is the evil ghost himself.

Therefore, when he suddenly heard the words, Yan Wujiu raised his eyebrows slightly, blinked his eyes out of boredom, and said a little impatiently: "Why, Mr. Feng thinks that the surrounding atmosphere is particularly suitable for telling ghost stories?"

Yan Wujiu's cold voice was arrogant, mocking and impatient, as soon as the words came out, no matter how weird and uneasy the environment was, it seemed to be cleared away in an instant.Even if there is an evil ghost, in front of this ill-tempered and impatient arrogant young master, he can probably only lie on his stomach.

Feng Jianpo paused when he heard the words, and put his hand behind his neck, slowly lowering his hand as if touching something: "Yan Qingdu?"

Yan Wujiu had already turned back, tried to take two steps closer to the fork on the left to observe, and said coldly: "I don't have time to play horror games with Lord Feng, why don't you go back and play with the mice that came in?" Play, or come over and watch the way for me."

Yan Wujiu's tone was cold, but it's not difficult to hear the headache in his voice, this is because he believed that Feng Jianpo's hidden evil intentions were to scare him deliberately, probably because he was dissatisfied with him for taking the road to this place.

Feng Jianpo was silent and did not move. Standing on the spot, he suddenly shook his head vigorously, and his vision regained clarity.He pressed his temples and shook his head again.

But when doing this movement, the range is not large, as if subconsciously felt that if the force is too strong, his head will leave the body.

It was as if he had seen his headless corpse with his own eyes.

This was something that had never happened in the hallucinations before, probably because the environment of the tomb was already weird and depressing, which aggravated the hallucinations.

Hearing Yan Wujiu's words, Feng Jianpo raised his eyes, subconsciously said: "Go to the right."

Yan Wujiu glanced back at him, turned around and went to the right without saying anything.

Feng Jianpo also silently followed.

When they walked through the corridor on the right and entered a tomb, the ever-burning lamps in the mouths of the sculptures on the wall suddenly lit up one by one.

Yan Wujiu raised his eyebrows and looked at Feng Jianpo: "How do you know to go to the right?"

Feng Jianpo remained silent, his eyes were dignified and slightly dazed, like a starless and moonless night in the wilderness.

"intuition."

Yan Wujiu ignored him, no matter what it is, as long as he can find the way.

Up to here, Yan Wujiu vaguely remembered that there was a mark on the map of the public loser, this place should be one of the ear chambers.Walking here, you are probably very close to the main tomb where the coffin is placed.

Yan Wujiu thought of something, he didn't rush to find the way, but carefully observed the traces in the tomb.

If I remember correctly, when Murong Chenxi's mother took him to live in the accompanying mausoleum for about two years, there should be some traces left in it.

While he was observing, Feng Jian broke the silence and quietly leaned against the door, his eyes became distracted unconsciously.

He lied just now, not because of intuition, but because he felt that he had been to this place before.

Moreover, he vaguely felt that the person beside him was also Yan Qingdu.

However, it was different from now, he remembered that he wrapped Yan Qingdu's hand with a belt and tied it with his left hand, as if he didn't trust him, but also seemed to be afraid that he would run away alone if he didn't trust him.

But how is it possible?

"Have you been here?" Feng Jianpo's voice became hoarse and deep.

Yan Wujiu didn't turn his head, he carefully observed the things in the tomb, but he still replied: "Of course not."

He thought that Feng Jianpo was asking him why he seemed to know some ways, thinking that now that everyone is in the same boat, it is better to explain some things, so as not to hinder each other due to misunderstanding.

"I was ordered by King Xu to preside over the opening of the tomb. There are many institutions in the tomb that need the cooperation of the public to close them in advance, so I occasionally glanced at the diagram of the mechanism. But I didn't see much. The main tomb will be opened tomorrow. , At present, there are many institutions here, so be careful next time.”

Feng Jianpo did not speak.

But he felt that was not the case.

The ever-burning lamp was dim, and the light and shadow fell on the rough walls of the mausoleum, forming a deep shadow. Feng Jianpo looked at it, and it seemed as if the bottom of the water was rushing in front of him.

... "Let go, what are you holding me for? Is Master Feng trying to avenge his own personal revenge?"

... "What personal enmity do I have with you? Any enmity is also your public enmity for betraying the six doors."

... "Betrayal? Six doors and I are enemies but not friends. I am the leader of King Xu's Crow Feather Guard, and it is only right to do things for him. If you six doors don't track down Fen Lian, what about King Xu? How is Murong Xu?"

... "You! The water in Fengzhuang is very deep. This is a dispute between King Xu and his relatives. It might be a great crime to punish the nine clans. King Xu himself may not be able to retreat unscathed. You think he thinks highly of you, but in fact he is taking You should take the place of the dead ghost. Otherwise, why would you be here?"

... "If it weren't for your six-door trash, who can't even catch a burning lotus, why should I be here? You don't need to remind, King Xu uses me, and of course I can use him. You have time to warn me, first Let’s talk about finding a way out.”

... "You follow me, you are not allowed to run around, and you are not allowed to play tricks. Otherwise..."

... "What else? Kill me while no one is around...Feng Jianpo! How dare you tie me up!"

... "Keep your voice down, you're attracting someone... This way... Did you get hurt just now? Talk."

... "What are you talking about, ghost stories?"

... "Yan Qingdu, I'm sorry, I didn't catch that person. I'm sorry, I didn't..."

... "Shut up. You don't need to remind me what happened. I will avenge myself. If you dare to say another word, I will kill you too!"

"I'm sorry." Feng Jianpo leaned against the cold and hard wall of the tomb, whispering.

After Yan Wujiu checked the mechanism, he stared at the particularly large fake coffin in the ear room thoughtfully, speculating that this might be the cronies of the deposed prince who was poisoned and buried.

Just as he was considering whether to open the coffin, he suddenly heard the low voice of Feng Jianpo behind him.

He looked back vigilantly, and found that Feng Jianpo was just leaning there, motionless, his whole body seemed to be sick, his spirits were sluggish, his eyes were half-closed in a daze, his thick sword eyebrows were tightly frowned, and his body was trembling slightly .

Now that Yan Wujiu has lost his internal energy, the tomb passage is full of traps, and there are mysterious pursuers behind him, Feng Jianpo is the only weapon he can use, if something happens, it will undoubtedly be his loss.

He stood up and walked over, tried the back of his hand, and found that Feng Jianpo's forehead was hot, and he had a fever.

Feng Jian broke his conditioned reflex and grabbed Yan Wujiu's hand, his teeth collided slightly, his throat was panting like a beast, his eyes were half-opened, as if they were bright and lifeless: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Yan Wujiu frowned, and it was rare that he didn't shake it off: "I didn't blame you, what is there to apologize for? If you are sick, you can rest here first."

Perhaps it was because the voice in his ear broke the nightmare, Feng Jianpo's trembling stopped slightly, he closed his eyes tiredly, then slowly opened them again, pursed his pale lips, and looked at Yan Wu under the dim lamp without blinking. blame.

His vision returned to clarity, and the strength in his hands returned to normal.

Yan Wujiu withdrew his hand, his eyes were calm, and he said flatly: "You have a fever, there is no medicine here, first try to see if you can use your kung fu to resist it. I will set up a few organs and let them find them later."

Feng Jianpo's body fluctuated from hot to cold, he woke up from the illusory hallucination, he didn't feel any discomfort in his body, and his clear and sharp eyes were covered with a layer of thick fog and confusion.

He couldn't tell the difference between reality and illusion.

He still remembered that he was apologizing to Yan Qingdu just now, as if because of his mistake, he didn't catch a person, and that person seemed to be Fenlian.

However, a half-sane mind is wondering, isn't Fen Lian from Yan Qingdu?Why did he feel guilty to Yan Qing for not catching Fen Lian?

Could it be that burning lotus will hurt this person?

After Yan Wujiu turned on the mechanism and walked back, he immediately grabbed his hand again.

There was thin cold sweat on Feng Jianpo's forehead, his eyes were clear and determined, and he was a little confused and anxious, staring at Yan Wujiu and said: "Be careful, you have to be careful of Fenlian. He...he is very dangerous."

The expression on Yan Wujiu's face was calm and calm from the beginning to the end, as if all the situations so far were not enough to cause him to care too much, the wisdom pearl is in his hands, and he has a plan in his chest.

The long eyebrows are faintly depressed, and the gorgeous and noble eyebrows are somewhat mysterious, dark and dangerously ambitious under the light and shadow of the tomb passage.

Such a person, being grabbed by the hand and told to be careful, it is his people who are careful.You can imagine the reaction you'll get.

Yan Wujiu raised his brows slightly, his eyes were cold and silent, noncommittal.

Feng Jianpo's state is not right, anyone can see it, and he will not be surprised if he says something that doesn't match the preamble at this time.

"I see. What's wrong with your body? What symptoms?" Yan Wujiu changed the subject casually and naturally.

Seeing him nodding, Feng Jianpo slowly let go of his hand, feeling empty in his heart, always feeling that something is wrong, something is wrong.

He seemed to be a ghost trapped in a tomb for a long time, and some of them didn't know how old they were.

It seems that the whole body is covered with sea water, isolating him from all the world around him, and the person in front of him seems unreal.

Feng Jianpo didn't say a word, and Yan Wujiu didn't ask any more questions.

From dusk, when they were surrounded and hunted down by mysterious people suspected of being King Xu, to the time when they detoured all the way to the flank of the tomb on the cemetery, and then he opened a secret passage to come in, and they circled around with those people in the tomb. More than an hour has passed.

Yan Wujiu is also a little tired, and now he is also slightly relaxed, recharging his energy, calculating how long it will be until tomorrow, and how to deal with these variables.

He was standing in a dimly lit place, and Feng Jianpo could see it clearly when he raised his eyes.

Feng Jianpo watched silently, without blinking, he wanted to walk over and touch that person to make sure he was real.

Is it, alive.

Although, he was a little unclear whether he was alive or had been dead for a long time.

"Yan Qingdu, do people have past lives?"

Yan Wujiu half-closed his eyes and thought about something, when he heard Feng Jianpo started telling ghost stories again, he glanced at it and replied casually: "Maybe."

"People who did wrong things in the past life, if they meet again in this life, how will their sins be accounted for?"

Yan Wujiu's brows were dark, and his face was so beautiful that he was a little unfeeling: "Death is like a lamp going out. Since it is already a past life and a future life, what is there to care about? I have never heard of the Buddhist saying that love and hate are met, and you can't ask for it. If you want to resent It’s best to never see the person you love again. Don’t regenerate karmic injustice, that’s the best care. Don’t you want to kill a few more times with your soul lingering forever?”

Feng Jianpo's eyes are like a lone wolf under the frost and snow in the lonely sky, their eyes are sharp and clear, but they seem to be cut to pieces by loneliness.

The moment Yan Wujiu raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at them with a smile that was not a smile, in the world broken by wind and sword, countless lights, shadows and tides gathered and scattered between them.

He remembered that ignorant feelings, charming delusions, and irreplaceable fate were all born in this tomb.

He seemed to see it again, in the vast snow, Zhuge Xiao was walking towards him, and in the distance, many people wearing official uniforms of Liufanmen, sporadic red sandalwood colors, were Gao Xiaolou and the others.

All showed up there, proving that something big happened.

So, did you catch Fenlian?At that moment, even though love and hate had long been mixed like poisoned wine, he still thought that that person might show his face because of it, and his heart softened.

Thinking of that person, in the vast snowy area, it is like the spring breeze caressing the branches of willows in February.

Zhuge Xiao stood in front of him, his eyes were bright but dark.

Smiling far away, like winter coming forever, the vain Xu Ri said to him: "You can let it go, the villain who raped and killed Ah Yue, he is already dead."

who died?

Looking across the snowy field, he passed through countless people, and saw the face that fell into eternal sleep forever.

Yan Qingdu, he died.

But at that moment, it was more like the wind sword was broken to death.

who?Who is the murderer?

Burn lotus.Who else.

Everyone says so.

He vaguely remembered that he was trembling all over, and lost his composure like that.Anyone can see what kind of feelings he has for the murderer who should have hated him to the bone.

However, it doesn't matter anymore, and it doesn't matter if it is discovered.Mocking, contempt, nothing matters.

The person I like, he is dead.

On the day Yan Qingdu died, Feng Jianpo should have died too.

It's like he just opened his eyes and saw what he did to that person.He did the most unforgivable evil for that person.

But, not then.

Overnight, Yan Qingdu's body disappeared.

He knew what he should do now, he had to find Fen Lian, kill him first, and fulfill the promise that he hadn't fulfilled from the beginning for that person.Then, the eligibility ends.

It is not difficult to find Fenlian, because Fenlian, who is in a state of madness, also wants to kill them.

He chose this place for the final decisive battle.

Here are his fondest memories, and also recorded the darkness of the most unforgivable sin he committed.

If he wins, it counts as repayment.

If he dies, it is atonement.

……

Later, his blood soaked the soil in the tomb.

Because at the last moment, after thinking about it, he still prefers to sleep forever here.