Seeing that Feng Yu didn't move for a long time, Zhang Xiuxian couldn't wait any longer and shook it with his flashlight.
"How's it going? Isn't it just a matter of success and fame?"
Feng Yu smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I'm afraid that if one general succeeds, thousands of bones will wither. I can't control the road ahead. Let's take it one step at a time. Use your brain and think about it. The tomb of the Han Dynasty in Guangjun is so big. How can it be?
Can I control it with my thoughts? It's probably more of a coincidence than my thoughts. Although the sacred tree has some weird abilities, it's so easy to violate common sense in reality. I have a ancestral training in mountain viewing since ancient times, and I have never gone to the tombs to rob and fight.
If you are not afraid of ghosts and gods, if you have a grudge and are afraid of your hands and feet, won't your ancestors laugh at it?"
Zhang Xiuxian thinks so. He is a person who has never believed in ghosts or gods. He was suddenly frightened by the things in the tomb of King Han. Looking back now, can a living person be frightened by a dead mechanism?
"Hey, Feng Yu, what you said makes sense. I think we just let this place be fooled. The fortune teller of the King of Han is so stupid. Who would have thought that there is a new world under the Lion Ridge.
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Jin Yunyang agreed with this theory. What they experienced was truly frightening. What people fear most is losing their minds and seeking medical treatment in a hurry. This is a taboo.
"What Mr. Feng said is right. We should take a long-term approach. No matter what happens to King Liu Sheng of the Han Dynasty, the tombs of the Han Dynasty cannot exceed the standards that the Han Dynasty should have. The problem actually lies with Yamu, who was exploited by Pu Yazi.
This made the tomb of Liu Sheng, King of Han Dynasty, look like what it is today."
The three of them reorganized their thoughts on the spot and came to the conclusion that reality is greater than illusion. What is imaginary may not necessarily be real, and what can be fabricated may not be real.
Yunyang suggested calmly, "Let's not get into trouble first. I believe that my uncle and Brother Cheng have also encountered the same situation. They will definitely leave a mark. It is the best choice for us to continue going down and wait for the opportunity."
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Feng Yu nodded. He felt a slight flow of air in the stone path. I wonder if something has changed?
Zhang Xiuxian kicked the iron chains scattered on the ground, cursed, looked forward and continued walking inside.
As the saying goes, whether it is a blessing or a curse, you cannot avoid it. What is meant to come will come sooner or later.
There were only three voices in the stone path, the sound of footsteps was rustling, and the silence was suffocating.
After walking forward for a few hundred steps, Zhang Xiuxian stopped and said to the two of them: "Shh, listen."
When I listened carefully, I heard a faint "buzzing" sound coming from the hard stone wall. This sound
Hearing it so clearly, Feng Yu immediately realized that the sound was moving, and the environment behind the scenes was changing quietly.
"Listen, are we moving, or is there something moving?"
Yunyang replied: "It's the agency that is moving. This place is not what little Feng Ye thought. It's because we have ignored this. The tomb of the Han Dynasty relies not only on the feng shui on the surface. Under the ground, Pu Yazi has already
If you change the situation with Feng Shui and it can be passed down for thousands of years, it must be an excellent situation."
"Hey, this makes sense. It sounds fine to me. What Feng Yu was thinking was unreliable. Now I finally understand. You can't think about it with normal thoughts in the tomb of King Han."
Feng Yu remained silent. The two of them walked and talked, but in Feng Yu's mind, a puzzling scene appeared inexplicably.
In a daze, Feng Yu returned to Yanshan, where he saw that the Feng family's house was decorated with lanterns and red cloth hung all over the beams of the Feng family's house. It was the Feng family that was holding a happy event.
Everyone in the Feng family was beaming. Feng Yu saw his father's second uncle, his aunt and his wife, and Feng Yu's sister Feng Ya. He had never seen the Feng family so happy. The elders who were usually so serious about words could actually be so happy.
laugh.
In his vague consciousness, Feng Yu saw that the person he was attending to get married was himself, and the woman next to him was wearing a red hijab. He couldn't identify who it was, but what was certain was that the person was definitely not Wang Shuxiu. There was a difference in body shape.
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This made Feng Yu even more confused. Could it be that he had really married someone else?
He wanted to see clearly who the woman beside him was, but he couldn't control himself. He stood in the crowd, as if watching a puppet show. Everyone acted according to a pattern, except for the woman with the red hijab.
generally.
At this moment, the woman turned towards him, her red hijab was blown off to the ground, and her beautiful and elegant face looked at Feng Yu.
At that moment, Feng Yu felt a pressure as if the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing, because this woman was none other than the one under the sacred tree, the one Feng Yu had seen lying on the sacrificial platform before.
Damn it, Feng Yu secretly cursed in his heart, this damn enemy is really on a narrow road. If he really gets married to such a worshipper, he will not die apart. Although he is as beautiful as a flower and has a charming face, but think about it in another way.
, who can be worshiped? Also, this woman is absolutely extraordinary. There are many signs that she may be the so-called Yamu. She married Yamu and entered the Feng family. What a joke.
At this point, everything has not stopped. The woman with her head lifted has been staring at Feng Yu, and everyone is like a puppet.
It's a drama, the only two protagonists here are Feng Yu and the woman.
Smiling but not speaking, listening but not answering, the scene reached a deadlock for a while. Feng Yu himself was in a blur. As a result, he became even more involuntarily. He even felt that for a moment he could not tell whether he was in a stalemate or not.
Reality is still in illusion, because he can no longer leave this scene in his mind.
Time seemed to have stopped. After a long time, the worship ceremony continued. Feng Yu wanted to stop it, but was unable to do so. He was just a person who did not exist in the scene, and his existence did not exist in existence.
As a result, many things become much more complicated and it is impossible to explain what is going on.
Feng Yu, who didn't get the result, gave Zhang Xiuxian a slap in the face, and he was taken out of the scene. In fact, the answer was already very close. If he stayed a little longer, he might be able to figure it out.
"What the hell are you taking random photos of? It scares people to death. I almost know the answer. This is great. You have ruined something big."
Zhang Xiuxian looked innocent, "What did I do?"
Feng Yu didn't say anything, but suddenly felt a cold wind blowing over him. There seemed to be an outlet in front, and the wind was blowing in from outside.
Yunyang asked the two of them to calm down for a moment, as there really was an exit ahead.
Feng Yu brought his thoughts back. This was not the time to think wildly. If it came true, who would he ask to reason with?
"Is there someone in front?" Yunyang reminded in a low voice.
"Where is there anyone?"
Zhang Xiuxian and Feng Yu shined their flashlights in front of them, "Where is there? Who is there?"
Feng Yu, like Zhang Xiuxian, didn't see a single figure, "Yunyang, what did you see?"
Jin Yunyang's vision and perception are much better than Feng Yu's. She explained: "There seems to be someone at the exit in front. I can't feel it clearly."
"Holy crap, could it be my uncle?"
Feng Yu asked: "Yunyang, why can't we feel anything? Are you sure there is someone at the intersection? I can feel the wind, but are the other things accurate?"
Yunyang nodded silently, "Believe me, I won't be wrong."
Feng Yu naturally believed in Yunyang, but what made people worried was that there was another question. If there was someone, who could he be?
Is it Lu Guangcheng? Or Jin Yulong?
Or is it Bai Manman?
No matter who you are, it is fate that you meet here.
