"Self-protection?" Wei Xingchuan said, "You mean, we need to leave?"
The woman nodded slightly and remained silent.
Wei Xingchuan glanced at her from the corner of his eye to calm down his emotions.
The person who came here is not kind. In fact, he is even worse.
It's not that serious now. If you really want to deal with these people, although it's difficult, it can be done.
He was familiar with the new and old mechanisms in this place, and he was very good at all of them. He couldn't deal with them head-on, and some of them had roundabout ways.
Just calm down and think carefully whether it is necessary for him to spend a lot of effort to deal with these people now.
"Those people sent out, treat them as dead," Wei Xingchuan said slowly, "So, cumulatively, more than ten of our people have died at the hands of the opponent this time, which is a big loss."
He raised his hand and looked at the swollen palms: "It's not a big deal to leave immediately. They are not so powerful, but if we continue to deal with them, more people will inevitably die. Should we stop the losses in time, or continue to die...
…Hehe, I’m not stupid.”
His voice was very low, and he was talking to himself. His subordinates had long been used to it, and looked at his sleeves like a soul-calling flag in the wind.
After a while of silence, Wei Xingchuan turned his head slightly and called out: "Gao Yuan."
A subordinate came forward: "Master."
"Call Mr. Guo Guan and Fang Wei to come over."
"yes."
The men turned and left.
The woman looked at Wei Xingchuan and understood that he would not cause another conflict, so she moved her gaze to the high platform in the distance.
It is unknown whether those who went with her are still alive.
She was worried that something would happen to them and died, and at the same time she was worried that they would come back, so she told Wei Xingchuan that she would abandon them first and leave.
Her emotions were complicated, but the woman's face was calm, and the hands in front of her were secretly clenched in her sleeves.
…
…
The old man is still digging at the door.
The stone gate was really too thick, and it was heavier than any stone gate the old man had seen here before.
The lamp holders on the wall next to the steps were all lit up. Xia Zhaoyi and Zhili were sitting on the stone steps. The firelight illuminated the white bones on the ground softly and clearly, as if to appease the souls of the dead.
Zhili was reciting the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall softly, shaking his head from time to time. Sometimes he felt that the writing was slightly beautiful, and sometimes he felt too frustrated.
"It's cold when the wind blows, and the shadows of rocks slant in the middle of the moon. I'm not afraid of corpses like mountains, I'm just afraid they're in the human world."
"The jade skin and skinny bones are all alone on the pillow. It should be said that the illness is about to become serious, and the deceased is awaiting death."
"There are mountains of corpses," Zhili said, looking at the long pile of white bones at the foot of the steps, "Senior sister, this cannot be just talking about this underground room. There are dead bones everywhere in Qianqiu Palace, and the corpses we saw are all
Bones, those are all born and raised by parents."
"Also, senior sister, who is this person who wrote the poems and lyrics? He should have compassion in his heart, but how did he end up like this? What role does he play here? Why can his poems be framed and hung here?
?”
He asked a lot of questions, but for a while he got no answer.
Zhili turned his head and found that the young senior sister was holding her chin with one hand and nodding her head, trying to fall asleep.
"Senior sister..." Zhili called in a low voice, "Are you asleep?"
no respond.
Sighing, he held his chin with one hand and looked at her little face.
It was really scary to think about it. At first glance, I saw her face appear in the pillar, with such a frightening look. I was vaguely convinced that even if I didn't have a nightmare when I went to bed tonight, I would definitely have one within three days.
However, will senior sister’s neck feel uncomfortable if she sleeps in this position?
While he was lost in thought, the old man finally broke through the stone door and came back with a sledgehammer.
After realizing it later, Zheli hurriedly turned around and made a "shh" sign with his index finger in front of his lips.
The old man looked at the girl and said, "She will be cold. Wake her up and find a sheltered corner before sleeping."
"Sister, are you angry when you wake up?" Zhili asked in a low voice.
"Nothing," the old man said, turned around and walked forward, picking up the torch leaning in the corner, "use your strength to call her, I will go out to look for the mechanism, whether I find it or not, I will be back within an hour, and we will leave here.
"
"Okay Master." Zhili said.
Watching the old man walk away, Zhili looked away and looked at Xia Zhaoyi beside him.
"Senior sister," Zhili stretched out his hand and pushed her gently, "Senior sister."
He didn't dare to push too hard. After pushing a few times, Xia Zhaoyi showed no reaction at all.
Seeing her face gradually turning red and extremely red, Zheli felt worried in his heart.
"Sister, please wake up." Zhili said again.
"Alas." Zhili sighed. He couldn't bear to disturb her and turned his head to look elsewhere.
The wind was blowing in waves and it was freezing to the bone. It was impossible to sleep here.
He thought for a while, stood up, took off his coat, spread it on the ground, and laid Xia Zhaoyi flat on the ground.
Fortunately, the platform is wide and long, so it is not a problem for two adults to lie side by side.
The exquisite lamp holders on the wall were very strong. He studied them with a dagger for a while before taking them off.
One by one, Xia Zhaoyi placed them on the steps up and down the steps. Then he ran up and carried down the stones that the old man had cut out. He ran back and forth dozens of times and built a wall on three sides of the steps.
A low wall to protect against strong winds.
In this way, a little warm little room is ready.
Zhili sat down at the bottom of the steps and yawned, feeling sleepy. He raised his hand and patted his face, clenching the dagger in his hand to prevent himself from sleeping.
When he followed Xia Zhaoyi just now, he saw several crossbows on the ground, but he didn't dare to pick them up now.
He had always felt that he was very brave, but in such a place filled with bones, he was still scared.
Thinking about it, I yawned again.
He twisted the back of his hand, tears of pain shone in his eyes, and he was determined not to sleep.
Just as he was wiping away his tears, he felt his body swaying in a daze, whether it was an illusion or not.
Zhili lowered his head and looked at the ground around him.
Very quiet, nothing.
But he was a vigilant and sensitive person, and he got up from the ground immediately, completely sleepless.
After standing there for a long time, there was no movement at all.
He let out a gentle breath, felt relieved, and sat back down again, but he didn't dare to feel sleepy anymore. He concentrated all his attention and kept his thoughts around.
The old man walked along the road with a sledgehammer in one hand and a torch in the other. Wherever there was a lamp holder or a short wooden brazier, he lit a fire.
When Fang came out from the end and stepped onto the steps on the cliff, the wind brought a fishy smell, rich in blood.
As the torch shone step by step, the blood became thicker, and a little blood dripped from the top.
There were nearly ten corpses scattered across the high platform. They had not been dead for a long time. They were the same people he had let go in the basement.
They died with long swords. Judging from the location and shape of the wounds, the opponent's swordsmanship was fierce and fierce, without any sloppiness or softness.
Xia Zhaoxue has not come over, so it is most likely Shen Lie.
Strangely enough, the corpse was not far away. Although the stone steps here are hidden, from this angle, you can completely see the stone steps. Shen Lie should have no reason not to come down and check.
Unless there is another target that attracts him more, it may be a road or a person.
The old man raised his eyes and looked around. This high platform was as big as a wilderness, with no covering barrier on all sides. The wind was blowing randomly, and the torch in his hand was swaying from side to side, making him in danger.
