I am still alive, and from the fact that I can feel the cold touch behind me and the pain around me, I can be sure.

But why can I still survive if I fall from such a high place?

With confusion, I tried my best to open my eyes.

In my blurry sight, I vaguely saw a figure sitting next to me.

I gasped.

Now I am a little nervous, and the shocking journey just now made me deeply suspicious of all the "human-shaped" things.

"You are finally awake." I felt relieved when I heard him communicating with me in human language.

At this time, I was a little awake and half sat up and stared at the man.

This man is burly, with a pair of powerful arms exposed under his tight black short sleeves; his lower body is a loose work pants, and the handles are exposed in his trouser pockets, which I guess is a knife; he is wearing a pair of thick boots under his feet, and I recognize it at a glance that they are military boots.

During the military training in college, I saw the instructor wearing this kind of boot. The sole of the boot is steel plate, and it will be broken if you kick it out.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Hearing the sound, I turned my gaze to the person's face, and I suddenly realized that the light here was actually very bright. I could see clearly his gaze, his cheekbones were slightly tall, his eyes were a little narrow, and his face was thin and hard as if it was carved from a knife and an axe.

I always think this person looks familiar, but I just can't remember where I've seen him.

"It seems you have forgotten us," he said.

I was even more confused. No matter how you look at it, there are only two of us. Who is the other one referring to when he said us?

He smiled, took out his cell phone from his work pants pocket, slid it a few times, and turned the screen in front of him.

The moment I saw the screen clearly, I panicked.

Before I could react, he had turned off his phone: "But I will not forget you, my good brother, Chen Siyu."

"You... are you Zhang Erpang?!" At that moment, I almost cried, and I was surprised and happy.

He shrugged.

"You are not dead!"

"Of course I'm not dead. What? Do you want me to die..." I heard Erpang's tone getting colder and colder.

He stood up and pulled out a saber from his work pants pocket.

I realized that he was here to take revenge.

Actually, I should have been preparing to pay my life long ago, but I still feel unwilling to accept it. Where is the girl? I haven't found her yet, and I haven't apologized to her yet.

"What? Don't you run?"

I shook my head: "I'm sorry for you."

"No, you're not sorry for me. You're not sorry for Nizi!" Erpang's eyes widened, his eyes covered with blood. He glared at me fiercely, as if he wanted to swallow me alive, "She likes you so much, but you didn't protect her!"

I could only keep saying sorry. Now that I know Erpang is alive, I feel relieved.

"But, it's okay for me to die. I want to ask you to help me two things. The first is to take care of my parents and grandparents. I can't be filial to my knees. The second is to find my nie..."

"I will do it without you saying it." Erpang took a step forward and raised the saber in his hand.

I closed my eyes and wondered if it would hurt the moment I died.

Then he heard the sound of sharp blades slashing through the air in his ear.

"squeak!"

I obviously heard the dull sound of the knife stabbing the flesh, but I couldn't feel the pain, and only heard a very sharp and hoarse scream sounding from my ears.

Then, I heard something falling to the ground.

I opened my eyes tremblingly and found Erpang sitting down opposite me with expressionless face, tidying up his clothes.

I turned back with doubts.

I was immediately creepy. The one who fell to the ground turned out to be a bloody and skinned head!

If you observe carefully, you can also find colorful blood vessels all over the human head.

The head was stabbed, but it was not dead yet. It was squeaking on the ground, whining constantly.

Blood rubbed all over the floor, and there was colorful mucus all over the ground.

I remembered the nausea liquid splashed all over my body when the blue-eyed bats exploded.

When I was about to move my body and avoid it, the head suddenly stopped screaming, slowly turned around, staring at me with the pair of white eyeballs.

A stern heart in my heart.

I saw the liquid in the colorful blood vessels spreading all over the head and began to flow faster.

I guess, could this guy explode like those bats?

Just now, Erpang, who was standing by, suddenly attacked!

A slippery shovel kicked the head away with one kick.

I watched the head deform in the air, like a pulling ball, exploding into pieces with a bang.

The plasma fell like rain, and a gust of white smoke came out of the place where it fell, and the thick ice melted in the blink of an eye.

I was stunned and heard Erpang explain in my ears: "That's called a human-faced owl. Fortunately, this is just a cub. Once it grows up, it's amazing. You seem to be targeted by it, and you are just about to suck your essence and blood while you are not paying attention."

"Then why didn't it do anything before?"

Erpang pointed at the mucus on my body: "It should be afraid of the blood of the blue-eyed bat."

I nodded unconsciously, and then we both fell into a very awkward situation.

We were silent for a while, and finally I couldn't help but feel the confusion in my heart and the silence of death. I spoke first: "How did you escape?"

Erpang Meifeng raised his eyebrows: "I will escape no matter how you escape."

I was stunned and turned into guilt.

The reason why I was able to escape from that underground palace was due to the Feng Shui that my grandfather taught me and the shallow Qimen Dunjia. Even if I were in the underground palace, I could distinguish the direction and escape.

Although the three of us were still uninformed children at that time, it was normal for us to choose to protect ourselves when we encountered such things, not to mention that I really didn’t have the energy to help them at that time.

But the main responsibility is still with me. If I didn't force them to go to Sanjian Mountain for an adventure, there wouldn't be anything that happened later.

"Actually, I didn't blame you." Erpang said, "After all, not to mention you, even if it's for ordinary adults, it's hard to guarantee that they won't do this."

"And," Erpang said this, paused for a moment, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. I didn't know when he got into the habit of smoking, "Nizi should have died there."

I was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"When I was a kid, you, me, and Nizi, we were the best. Especially you, Nizi has always liked you very much, and you may not even know."

Actually, I know that in private, Nizi also said that she wanted to be a bride for me. But I always thought that it was a joke from a child.

"So, they didn't tell you. I also learned from my father later." Erpang spit out a smoke ring, "Have you heard the story of He Bo's marriage?"

I nodded. I still remember the story of Ximen Bao cleverly breaking Hebo's marriage in elementary school textbooks. I also like this story very much because it is very righteous.

"What do you guess the follow-up to that story?"

"Justice is revealed, and from then on, the bad habit of sacrifice has been changed?"

"How is it possible? You are also a major in archaeology. You should be very clear about the traditional Chinese culture. Reality is always crueler than the story." Erpang said with a sneer, "The real human sacrifice was replaced in the Qin Dynasty. Before that, there was always a tradition of human sacrifice in ancient China."

"The most ridiculous thing is that although Ximen Bao stopped the tragedy of an innocent girl, the Yellow River was indeed redirected that year, and the river broke the dam and drowned countless people."

Zhang Erpang handed me the phone. The photo of Nizi and Erpang on the screen was still the same. I scratched my fingers and saw a stone slab engraved with small seal scripts.

I can almost interpret the content.

The general idea is that there is a dragon palace under the water of the Yellow River. Every year, people on both sides of the Yellow River will give the river god a life sacrifice.

Later, the sacrifice time was engraved in different fonts. The most terrifying thing is that such a life sacrifice lasted until today's 21st century!

"This, this..." I felt deeply the sin of feudal superstition and couldn't speak.

After all, the Yellow River has been very strange several times in history, and people cannot explain it to this day. Therefore, many people blame it on the theory of gods and ghosts. Such feudal superstition was not worth worrying about, but it hurt countless lives.

"This kind of life sacrifice was once a year. Later, the Qin Dynasty was established, and the life sacrifice was changed to once a decade. Then, we entered the modern society today. People hate this superstition that harms people, so those who are still obsessed with the tradition of life sacrifice began to restrain themselves and change it to once a hundred years."

"Since that's the case, why not call the police?"

"No one will do this." Zhang Erpang looked at me, "Chen Siyu, do you believe that there is really a Dragon Palace under the water of Danjiang?"

I couldn't help but smile. I felt that this was simply nonsense. How could there be dragons in this world? Dinosaurs are gone.

If there were really dragons, how could anyone have never seen one? Not to mention the Dragon Palace.

However, seeing Erpang's solemn expression, I held back these words.

"I knew you didn't believe it. How could you, a young man like you, born and raised in the sun, believe in such a strange and chaotic thing?" Zhang Erpang withdrew his gaze and took out something from his backpack.

When I saw it, it turned out to be a compass.

Seeing my surprised eyes, Erpang smiled: "What? Is it strange? Is it the only one who understands Feng Shui magic? To tell you the truth, I am like you, and I am also from a sect. Although I am not as good as your old man, my family has a lot of origin."

"Do you know Zuo Ci?"
To be continued...