"What's wrong? Let's go quickly!" The people following him didn't know what happened. They saw Yokuro Fujita in front of him stopped and said anxiously.

The people behind him didn't realize what happened, but Fujita Yokuro saw everything clearly. Looking at Fujita Koichi's corpse that looked like a puddle of mud, Fujita Yokuro suddenly stood there blankly and kept changing his hands.

He was firmly holding on to the wall on one side of the entrance to avoid being pushed into the door by people behind him.

"This is it!" The people behind finally realized that something was wrong and stopped crowding. Instead, they moved closer to Fujita Yokuro. They were all stunned when they saw the blood and minced meat on the ground at the entrance.

"Is he Koichi?" Another Japanese pointed inside with a pale face, and then looked at Yokuro Fujita.

Fujita Yokuro nodded, and then his whole body started to tremble. His eyes were fixed on the body of Fujita Koichi, and tears just flowed down his face.

Although he and Fujita Koichi have an uncle-nephew relationship, Fujita Koichi lost his father when he was young and was always raised by Fujita Yokuro, so the two of them are even more affectionate as father and son. This time they brought Fujita Koichi to China.

I just hoped that he could understand and learn more about the history and secrets of China, but unexpectedly, he lost his life.

For a moment, the past scenes of the two people flashed through Fujita Yokuro's mind like a movie. This feeling of a white-haired person giving a black-haired person is the most painful thing in the world.

"What's wrong?!" Blood Demon Luo, who was facing the Qin soldiers on both sides, found that everyone was piled at the door. He immediately realized that something was wrong and asked hurriedly.

"Koichi, he's dead!" A Japanese man next to Fujita Yokuro replied to Blood Demon Luo.

"What?!" After hearing this, Blood Demon Luo's expression couldn't help but change.

Although she has never cared about the life and death of these Japanese, she also knows that Fujita Koichi is the nephew of Fujita Yokuro. The reason why their blood samurai have been able to expand their power in the country recently is largely due to the history of East Asia.

Financial and human support from the research association.

Although Fujita Yokuro is only the vice president, he is the one who has the deepest research on East Asian history, especially Chinese history. Although the Blood Sacred Cult has been circulating in China for hundreds of years, the secrets of the Blood Sacred Cult are closely related to China.

The traditional secret arts are quite different, and her knowledge of Chinese history is shallow. In the process of exploring and searching for the Six Weapons of Chengtian, she relies heavily on Fujita Yokuro, so she has to consider Fujita Yokuro to some extent.

Mood.

On the other hand, this should obviously be the only exit out of this hall, but how could Fujita Koichi die? Is there some device that can kill people at the entrance?

Chen Motang on the side heard this and immediately realized the problem: "Fifth brother, please hold on for a while!"

Qian Laomou immediately dodged to Chen Motang's side, took the detonator and torch from Chen Motang's hand, and stood in front of the Qin soldiers.

Blood Demon Luo also handed the detonator in his hand to a blood shaman, and he ducked to the side of Fujita Yokuro.

Fujita Yokuro seemed to have aged more than ten years all of a sudden, and his eyes were like a dying man.

Like an old man, extremely empty, without a trace of brilliance.

Although Chen Motang doesn't have a good impression of the Japanese, he doesn't hate Fujita Yokuro. After all, in his opinion, Fujita Yokuro is a person who is extremely obsessed with Chinese history, and he is just being taken advantage of by people with intentions.

.

Now seeing Fujita Hiroshi like this, I couldn't help but sigh and patted his shoulder gently to express his condolences.

"Mr. Chen!" Fujita Yokuro looked back at Chen Motang. As soon as he said the three words Mr. Chen, he couldn't say the rest of the words because of choking.

And Blood Demon Luo also rarely patted Yokuro Fujita's shoulder lightly. After a little comfort, he turned his attention to the entrance.

Although the entrance is in the center of the wall, the light is not bright. When I got closer and looked closer, I discovered that just a palm away from the entrance, there were dense lines that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Although these threads are very thin, once an object passes through them, the effect is almost the same as a sharp blade. In many places, threads are used to strangle eggs or preserved eggs. It seems that Koichi Fujita

It is because it passes through the area covered by this thin line that it turns into pieces of flesh and blood.

Blood Demon Luo snatched the long knife from the hand of a Japanese guard and swung it directly at the thread: "There are not many detonators left. We can't resist for long. Let's go in first."

However, what Blood Demon Luo didn't expect was that the Japanese samurai sword made of fine steel would break the moment it came into contact with the thin line.

Seeing this situation, Blood Demon Luo was also startled. Apparently, he did not expect that the silk thread, which was invisible to the naked eye, could be so tough and sharp. At the same time, he couldn't help but secretly scream with joy.

According to her previous way of doing things, after discovering the entrance, she would usually be the first to rush in. However, because Blood Demon Luo chose to support her from the side, she was too embarrassed to go first alone, but she did not expect that it was such a choice that made her

Avoid this catastrophe, otherwise, even with the strength of my body, I am afraid that the result will not be any different from that of Fujita Koichi.

"Golden Silk!!" Chen Mutang carefully came closer and gently touched the slender silk thread.

"Golden silk? I have heard of heavenly silk, but what is golden silk?" Blood Demon Luo obviously had not heard of the existence of golden silk.

"The Golden Silkworm is actually an extremely rare species among the Celestial Silkworms. The Golden Silkworm is different from the Celestial Silkworm. It does not rely on eating mulberry leaves to grow, but eats leaves rich in metals. At the beginning, the Golden Silkworm was the same as the Celestial Silkworm, with a white body.

But as the leaves continue to be absorbed by the metal elements after eating them, they will gradually show a golden luster, and finally they will become completely golden."

"When the mature golden silkworm spins silk, the silk thread turns out to be transparent. After the golden silkworm spins silk, the entire body will change from the original golden yellow to tender white again, and the cocoons that form this cocoon are

The silk thread is not only slender and transparent, but also extremely strong. Even rocks and metals can be easily cut. This golden silkworm will die soon after forming a cocoon and will not turn into a silkworm moth, so this golden silkworm cannot be transformed into a silkworm moth at all.

Leaving behind descendants, no one knows how this golden silkworm first appeared, and no one knows when this golden silkworm became extinct."

Chen Motang also saw this information in the classics collected by Liuzhu, but he did not expect to see this golden silk here.

"Since it's silk, fire should be able to handle it!" Before Chen Mutang could finish his words, Blood Demon Luo took the torch over again and stabbed it towards the golden silk.

But something she didn't expect happened again. When the torch was inserted, not only did there be no sign of the golden silk being burned, but the head of the torch was cut into pieces just like the long knife before.

Burning small pieces of wood.

"This kind of golden silk has extremely special properties. Although it is silk, it is invulnerable to water and fire. Even if it is burned with the flame of smelting metal, it will still not be burned." Chen Mutang said quickly.

"Then what should we do? Can we just wait here to die?" Blood Demon Luo also had no idea at this time and said anxiously.

"Don't worry, I haven't finished yet. Although this kind of golden silk is said to be impervious to water and fire, there is a kind of flame that is its nemesis!" Chen Mutang said.

"What?" Yokuro Fujita on the side seemed to have recovered from his previous sadness. He asked immediately after hearing Chen Motang's words, but there was a coldness in his eyes, as if he wanted to immediately remove the golden silk.

Burning it, mentioning his nephew Koichi Fujita as revenge.

"Phosphorus fire! The only nemesis of this kind of golden silk is phosphorus fire. Once it encounters phosphorus fire, it will burn out. Other than that, there is no other way!" Chen Motang said word by word.

"Phosphorus fire? Where should we go to find phosphorus fire now?" After learning about the nemesis of golden silk, Blood Demon Luo couldn't help frowning. She knew about phosphorus fire. Many corpses would have phosphorus fire, but now here let

Where are they going to find the body?

Thinking of this, Blood Demon Luo was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then looked at the Qin soldiers.

"They can't. Their bones are different from normal corpses and won't produce phosphorus fire!" Looking at Blood Demon Luo's eyes, Chen Mutang guessed what Blood Demon Luo was thinking.

"What should we do?" Fujita Yokuro's face became more and more ugly. At this time, there were more and more Qin soldiers, and the detonators in their hands were already difficult to deal with. If no phosphorus fire could be found in a short time,

, I’m afraid all of them will explain it here.

"With him here, phosphorus fire is not a problem." Chen Mutang said while pointing to Qian Laomou who was currently throwing detonators at the Qin army.

"Fifth brother, give me some phosphorus fire!" Chen Motang immediately shouted to Qian Laomou.

Although Qian Laomou didn't know what Chen Mutang wanted him to do with the phosphorus fire, he took a quick glance and saw the expectation and desire in everyone's eyes, so he proudly took out a ghost meteor containing phosphorus fire from his pocket.

It bounced out in the direction of Chen Motang.

The moment Qian Laomou threw it, a blue flame suddenly rose above the ghost meteor. Although the flame was not eye-catching, in the eyes of everyone, it was like the holy fire of salvation in hell, in the dark night.

Like the light of redemption.
Chapter completed!