2 The King of Tomb Raiders is in the Well of Necromancers?
2The king of tomb robbers is in the psychic well?
"That day was January 23, 1991, which was the ninth day that I spied on him. The snow had just stopped, and it was so cold that the dripping water turned into ice. At ten o'clock in the evening, I saw him going out.
I walked quickly towards the back wall of the Fuyuan Garden towards Fengqiao Temple, and followed secretly until I reached the courtyard of the 'Well of Souls'. You don't know that the tourism value of Fengqiao Temple had not been fully developed at that time.
, there are very few tourists, and the walls of the houses are not formal enough. At night, there will be wild wolves hunting for food in the mountains, so everyone hides in the house and sleeps with the door propped up, even if the sky falls outside.
Come, no one will come out to check."
I sit in front of the table and pick up a pencil in the pen holder on the side, ready to take notes at any time.
Xiao Kereng flicked his nails uneasily and interrupted again: "What is he going to do?"
Plague is not a good storyteller, and his narration is not full of emotion, but this past incident involving the "King of Tomb Robbers" seems to have never appeared in other people's mouths, so Xiao Keleng listened with great interest
, concentrate your attention.
"I didn't dare to get close to the yard for fear of being discovered by him, so I quickly climbed up to the 'Tower of the Dead'. As long as I had a telescope, the distance was definitely not a problem, and I quickly captured his movements. No one could guess that he
He was walking slowly by the well, moving his arms, legs and feet, doing warm-up exercises before entering the water."
Xiao Kereng said "Ah" and opened his mouth in horror.
I just nodded calmly: "Very interesting! What? Hero Yang Tian wants to sneak into that ancient well?"
Plague was completely immersed in his memories: "As soon as I discovered his intention, I suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. It was so cold and we were in a cold pool. What was even more ridiculous was that he didn't have any diving equipment around him.
, not even the simplest compressed oxygen and mask. There was a cold snowy light everywhere. I adjusted the focus of the telescope to the clearest state, and felt everything was like an incredible nightmare, and then... Then he jumped.
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Xiao Kereng slapped his palm on the table, and people jumped up: "What? Scuba diving with bare hands? Would hero Yang Tian do such a meaningless thing?"
She just considered it based on ordinary thinking, considering human breathing limit, water pressure, and physical fitness level. She felt that jumping into the well with bare hands was meaningless. But if this matter could be connected with "Merman Double Lungs", naturally
It would become a matter of course. At least, I didn't show any overly surprise.
"My thoughts at that time were exactly the same as my little sister's. I immediately ran down the tower and sneaked into the vicinity of the 'Psychic Well'. The well was empty. Before going down to the well, he didn't even take off his coat. Do you think it's weird?"
"What happened next?" I didn't want to answer a meaningless question.
"There was no aftermath. After he jumped down, he never resurfaced." When Plague said these words, Xiao Kereng and I asked in surprise at the same time: "What? He... actually..."
There was a rush of energy and blood in my chest, because if you understand the meaning of the words "Plague" in a coherent manner, it is equivalent to saying - "King of Tomb Robbers" Yang Tian sneaked into the "Well of Psychics" with bare hands on a winter night and never appeared again.
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"Is he dead?" Xiao Kereng asked.
"He...should be...dead..." Plague's answer was specious.
"So, he disappeared from that year and never came back. Mr. Scalpel once told me that he officially took over Xunfu Garden after the Qingming Festival in 1991 because he was really looking for
Not until Hero Yang Tian - turns out he is already dead? A generation of strange people in the world just died without a trace?"
Xiao Kereng walked back and forth in the middle of the room several times, shook his hair, and said loudly: "No, I don't believe it will be like this! Mr. Scalpel has said many times that the 'King of Tomb Robbers' Yang Tian will not die.
,never-"
For a moment, I felt that the light on the roof suddenly became extremely cold. I couldn't help raising my hands and tightening my collar, but the cold air came straight from the bones of my body, from the inside out, and I couldn't resist it.
"I saw him jump down, from midnight to five o'clock in the morning, which is at least six hours before and after. Little sister, everyone with a scientific mind knows the time limit for bare-handed snorkeling, even if he is carrying a portable tank.
Even the largest volume of compressed oxygen can't sustain it for such a long time, and I can guarantee that there is nothing on him."
Plague drank another glass of water, with confusion written on his face. It can be seen that fifteen years later, the shock to him from this scene still exists vividly, and it can never be erased from his memory.
If everything he said was what he saw with his own eyes, I think we can cautiously use such words to describe the whole process: "After the eldest brother arrived at the 'Well of Psychics', he first did enough warm-up activities, and then entered the well.
. He did not rise from the well again within the next six hours." There are two results. He may have left through another exit, or he may still be in the well, at least for the six hours under plague surveillance.
Still stuck underwater.
"What happened next?" I asked, still calm and pretending not to care.
"I installed extended-power camera devices at four commanding heights surrounding the 'Psychic Well', taking pictures every two seconds and monitoring the well head non-stop. This operation lasted for two weeks.
, until I was convinced that he would not come back. Since then, the world has lost news of the 'King of Tomb Robbers' Yang Tian... until today. I have visited Fuyuan countless times at night, and he has never come back.
, including the personal belongings in his study, no one has touched them since that night."
Xiao Kereng stopped all the movements in his hands, took a long breath, and then slowly uttered a sentence: "Yes, Mr. Scalpel said the same thing, but he didn't know that that night happened at the 'Psychic Well'
Things that go up.”
I stood up quickly, walked towards the door, and laughed in a low voice: "Since that incident happened next to the 'Well of Psychics', why don't we go to that patio and watch and recall the past?" It was very cold in the room, and my
When my hand was holding the metal door handle, it was like holding a large piece of ice.
Plague sighed: "Yes, go there and say it, maybe you can understand it better."
Xiao Kereng pondered for a moment, then hurriedly followed, flicking his nails uneasily again, his short hair shining with a dark luster under the double reflection of light and snow.
The moment I opened the door, I faced the strange-looking cherry blossom tree covered in snow, which made my heart throb inexplicably again.
Ancient Chinese fortune-telling books once cited the example of "five blessings and killings" - in the late Ming Dynasty in Hangzhou, two salt merchants had accumulated grudges for generations. As a result, the son surnamed Zhang rose in career and became the prefect of Hangzhou, with overwhelming power.
The enemy named Lin was suppressed so hard that he could not hold his head up, and finally knelt down and admitted defeat. In order to show his sincerity in admitting defeat, Lin made five pots with coral, jade, gold ingots and silver leaves on the 60th birthday of Zhang's family.
Miniature plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos, chrysanthemums, and pine trees were placed at Zhang’s door early in the morning before Zhang could open the door. This incident immediately became the talk of Hangzhou City, and everyone praised Lin for knowing current affairs and being able to understand current affairs.
But less than three months later, the Zhang family either contracted a vicious disease and died suddenly, or were implicated in a lawsuit and were imprisoned, or were robbed and killed by bandits when they went out. All nineteen members of this big family died a bad death.
Flowers bloom at the door, and the earth punishes the heavens for killing. Therefore, this is a taboo in Feng Shui botany, and it makes people feel chilling to see it.
"Mr. Feng, it's not worth worrying about until the plants bloom." Xiao Kereng understood what I was thinking.
I touched my chin, and there was extreme stubble growing out, which was so hard that it pricked my fingers.
"We Koreans do not agree with Chinese Feng Shui. We only adhere to the ancient motto of 'be cautious in words and deeds, be modest and tolerant', and have always believed that humans, animals, and plants coexist in heaven and earth. The fittest survive, and the unfit survive the fittest. Existence is the end of the world.
It makes sense." Plague was the last to go out, not paying attention to the existence of the dead tree.
The snow in the yard was already up to our ankles. We left the yard and walked west along the alley, passing by a dead tree. The trunks and branches were covered with heavy snowflakes and ice edges. If it was under the sunlight,
, must be dazzling and beautiful, but in the gloomy middle of the night with falling snow, it reminds me of the ancient saying "Suddenly like a spring breeze coming overnight, thousands of pear trees bloom".
"What kind of martial arts did you use when you killed the elephant monk?" I thought thoughtfully and reached out to grab a handful of snow by the tree.
"Thirteen o'clock." Plague walked with his head buried in the ground, making the snow crunch under his feet.
I sighed, feeling that Xiang Monk’s death was not worth it. He was just a cultivator in Fengge Temple who had no quarrel with the world, and had no enmity with the plague, but he died suddenly on the way and was killed by the "Night Angel Gang
"Thirteen Points", one of the "Seven Killing Methods", claimed his life.
The three of us were quick on our feet and impatient, so it only took us three minutes to arrive at the courtyard of the "Psychic Well". The surrounding area was completely white, with only a faint mist rising from the water. The snowflakes fell and immediately melted into the water.
, without stopping for a moment.
Plague stopped on the north-south axis of the wellhead, turned towards due north, thought for a moment and then said: "At that time, he was standing here, stepped on the well platform, hung his head and paused for more than ten seconds, like Christ
Like a disciple praying before a meal, he then slowly dived forward, made a very standard springboard diving action, parted the water and plunged in, with only a very brief splash..."
As he spoke, he took a step forward, put his feet together, and stood in the snow on the platform of the well.
Xiao Kereng took out a small flashlight and opened it with a "pop" sound. A bright beam of light shot out and fell on the water. The water was as clear as a crystal without any impurities, showing a light blue-green color with a hint of force.
Human chill.
When the light beam was projected downward, the three of us watched intently. We could see that at a depth of about twelve meters, the well wall was still extremely smooth, and occasionally small moss could be seen between the cracks in the rocks. Below a depth of twelve meters, there was only a blur of dark green, with no trace of it at all.
Nothing was found. The water surface was very calm, and the occasional ripples caused by snowflakes quickly calmed down.
Plague asked in a low voice: "Have you ever thought about where this deep well will lead?"
This question is asked by almost everyone who sees an ancient well. I remember when I saw the "Jigong Yun Wooden Well" in the south of the Yangtze River, there was a ready-made answer carved on the well railing: The ancient well leads to the sea. A well with spiritual energy will never dry up. According to the
It is a credible inference that the water source below them comes from the sea. It is driven by the tide of sea water, and then passes through the stone gaps and the natural filtration of the soil to form a series of magical ancient wells.
Xiao Kereng reached out and dipped his hand in the water a few times, then asked again: "You saw him go down and never come back up again? If your conclusion is true, it can prove that the hero Yang Tian is still detained at the bottom of the well, right?"
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This question is also what I want to ask, but can you consider it from another good aspect? The elder brother has left here through other channels? But if he can return to the ground, why doesn't he go back to Xunfu Garden and come to me?
, but he disappeared for fifteen years?
I dare not choose the second answer. If a person is still at the bottom of the sea for fifteen years, he is either dead or has transformed into a fish.
There was a "tick" sound, and something fell on the water, causing ripples.
Plague stood up and pointed to the "Tower of the Dead". He pondered: "I saw him jumping into the water over there and came over quickly. He only disappeared from my sight for half a minute. When I rushed to the well, there were no water stains on the ground, so
It can only mean that he has never appeared again from the first second he entered the water. For fifteen years, I have been thinking about whether he came up or not? If he entered the water to find the "Sea God Tomb", then he found it
Is it done?"
I am the only one who knows this best. My eldest brother not only found the place, but also successfully entered the corridor behind the two doors.
"Tick", there was another sound, and I looked at the water surface strangely. The flashlight in Xiao Kereng's hand also moved to the water surface, and unexpectedly found that the center of the ripples was bright red.
"Blood?" Xiao Kereng shouted.
Plague shook his body, raised his right arm, and smiled miserably: "My blood, I am going to die, is the 'New Zealand Shepherd' in 'Seven Killing Methods', the hand Goldfinger touched when he left, until now
I just realized it was too late..."
Within a few seconds, the clothes between his right shoulder and the base of his right ear were torn to pieces, and his muscles and bones were dripping with blood, as if being bitten by an invisible monster. The blood kept falling into the pool, and he looked down at the ripples.
The blood came more and more, and suddenly he howled miserably: "No - I don't want to die..." He leaned back and fell weakly on the snow. The rapidly flowing blood dyed a large piece of white snow bright red.
The "Seven Killing Methods" of the "Night Angel Gang" combine physical, chemical, and biological killing methods. The damage speed is astonishingly fast. Almost no injured person can survive more than five minutes, unless it can be used at the first time.
"Rapid cryotherapy" is combined with the removal of the ulcerated part of the injured limb.
Goldfinger had been away for more than twenty minutes, so the plague's injuries could no longer be cured. The large, terrifying wound had been pushing towards his head and chest. Even if it was corroded by strong acid, it would probably be the same as this result.