I took Gu Qingcheng's flashlight and shined it at the bottom of the stone pillar. Only the hard blue stone remained there, cold and cold. I could no longer see the distant roof of the ancient building and the sunken Sun Gui.
"Mr. Feng, Sun Gui disappeared like this? It's like a horror movie--" Uncle Wei's Adam's apple jumped and he swallowed nervously. He rubbed his eyes hard, squatted down, and stood at the base of the stone pillar.
caressing.
There were only ordinary stones left there, just like any other stone in this mountain.
From solid to liquid, and then from liquid to solid, this strange conversion process came at the expense of Sun Gui and a jeep, but we didn't get anything. We only suffered a huge shock.
Gu Qingcheng suddenly let out a long sigh: "Feng, what did that person say to you? What kind of face would be covered under that golden mask?"
Women are naturally jealous of women. I don’t know if someone as smart as Gu Qingcheng would be the same?
I shook my head hesitantly: "It seemed to be more than just a mask. Her eyes were almost integrated with the mask. Unfortunately, the time was too short, and only a blurry image was left in front of my eyes. But what is certain is that
, although it is a gold mask, it must be very light in weight. When worn on her face, it does not feel cumbersome at all, a bit like a thin layer of skin."
That moment of illumination, like the flash of a camera's spotlight, made my eyeballs sting violently. It was really difficult to observe these things.
Uncle Wei blurted out: "Human skin mask? People in the Jianghu area in Sichuan and Sichuan will carry such things with them, just like the tools used by actors to perform 'face-changing'."
Gu Qingcheng nodded slightly, indicating that he agreed with Uncle Wei's point of view.
As a major prop in the art of disguise, human skin masks have always been the first choice for people in the world to hide their identities. After this skill reaches its peak, one can really change one's facial features instantly, like the "face-changing" in Sichuan Opera, and become
Another person. In the late Qing Dynasty, the one-legged thief "Thousand-faced Demon Fox" appeared in the arena. The "ghost-faced thief" were all masters of using human skin masks.
I don't want to refute Uncle Wei, but the moment the light flashed, Witch Longge's mask gave me an extremely weird feeling, like a layer of skin growing on my face.
"Could it be that in this world, there are some people whose skin is golden, like gold?" I caught another clue in my mind and started running quickly.
"There are already two things related to gold. The other one is the giant egg in the Li family album. Where did Witch Longge's powers come from? Did they give it to her? And they also gave her this mask.
?Gold is the most distinctive metal on earth. Ancient people even used to swallow gold foil to cure diseases and ward off evil spirits. Does it mean that the square-eyed weirdo also has a face like gold?"
Another piece of information popped up in my mind - after Qin Shihuang unified the six kingdoms, he made the golden man a weapon that was sold all over the world.
According to the inferences of later generations of archaeologists, weapons at that time were copper and iron. There were no weapons made of gold in history, and gold was too soft and not suitable for use as weapons at all.
Now it seems that archaeologists are only using limited modern scientific theories to explain the historical facts of two thousand years ago, and it is inevitable that they are too far-fetched. Since Qin Shihuang can do things like casting the Great Wall, burning books and humiliating Confucians, and seeking medicine overseas
With this crazy move, who can guarantee that he will not collect all the gold in Asia and cast it into a real "golden man".
Every time archaeologists and historians read the word "gold" in ancient books, they always mistakenly interpret it as "copper", as if the ancient people's possession of gold was as scarce as in modern society. In fact, it has already been
There is a lot of data proving that this inference is completely wrong, otherwise there would not be so many huge pure gold Buddha statues in Tibet, Nepal, India, and Thailand.
I need a lot of information to confirm my conjecture, so the little red ghost has become the most important role at present, even surpassing Uncle Wei who led the search team.
"Feng, let's withdraw and discuss it slowly." Gu Qingcheng tugged on my sleeves and added with a meaningful smile, "That little girl Feiyue is still standing guard outside! She feels more at ease.
Not inferior to you..."
I nodded wordlessly and let go of my arm around her, but her left hand cleverly and silently turned up, holding my right hand intentionally or unintentionally.
In the darkness, Uncle Wei was unaware of this, but I felt Gu Qingcheng suddenly sigh deeply, as if a light stone slipped into the heart of the deep pool of the ancient well and swayed in the silent silence.
There are thousands of ripples.
After bypassing seven rows of stone pillars, I finally saw the familiar light and color of the sky again, completely breaking free from the darkness.
Feiyue held up both guns levelly and stared into the cave with all his concentration. When he saw me, his face suddenly showed the ecstasy of surviving the disaster. He lowered the muzzle of his gun and cried with joy. Two lines of big and bright tears fell down.
.
Gu Qingcheng let go of my hand long ago, Feiyue ran a few steps forward, threw herself into my arms, and cried loudly.
It's just a natural reaction for a man and woman in trouble to hug each other and cry. Even if Fei Yue has any special feelings, I still treat her as my little sister and won't have any other thoughts in my heart. When she has vented enough, I will retreat in embarrassment.
Finally, the four of us walked out of the cave together.
People who have been trapped in the darkness for half the night will definitely feel the surprise of "being reborn" when they stand under the rising sun again. The mercenaries who retreated quickly gathered around them, and under Uncle Wei's sharp eyes, they quickly separated.
Performing his duties, he launched the remaining three jeeps and prepared to retreat.
The team member closest to us leaned over and picked up something dark from the front of the car. He raised his hand and reported to Uncle Wei: "Uncle Wei, this is the one that broke the car light just now..."
There was a faint fishy smell floating in the wind, which was emanating from the date core dart in his hand.
Uncle Wei shouted in horror: "Throw it away, throw it away..."
The hidden weapon was quenched with poison, that's why there was such a strong fishy smell. My movement was one step ahead of Uncle Wei's cry, and I had already slid in front of the team member, and quickly poked his right arm, sealing the backward movement.
's bloodline.
No matter how powerful the toxin is, as long as it does not attack the heart, it will not cause sudden death. At most, it will be like "a poisonous snake bites the arm and a strong man breaks the wrist." Losing an arm is always better than losing a life.
The man's thumb and index finger pinched the jujube core dart, which suddenly became bruised and swollen. In less than two seconds, it became as swollen as two thick carrots. The poison dart fell to the ground with a "ding" sound.
Uncle Wei suddenly came to my side and gasped: "What a domineering poison!"
His movements were so fast that he had already pulled out a small and sharp knife. A master of martial arts would never be kind enough to a woman. If he tried to cut the opponent's skin, bleed it, and save his fingers, it would only cause the entire arm to be poisoned and ulcerated. Wei
My uncle is someone who has been around for a long time. He will be clearly aware of this without me reminding him.
I took two steps back and handed this problem to Uncle Wei to deal with.
Feiyue put on a brown deerskin glove, picked up the date stone dart on the ground, and took off a black swallowtail dart embedded in the jeep's searchlight. There were fourteen pieces in total, and he put them into a
In a black rubber box.
The mercenaries from Nepal, who were traveling all over the country, stared nervously at Feiyue's movements, and they were all silent.
The political figures in small Asian countries have always had a natural psychological fear of China's hidden weapons, which has not diminished at all for hundreds of years. I have had conversations with some foreign students in West Asia and South Asia in this regard, and every time I mentioned the Tang Sect in Shuzhong
They are trying to figure out why the toxins extracted from plants on the earth have the miraculous effect of sealing the throat with blood.
"Hmm... Feng, don't you think these hidden weapons are a bit familiar to you?" Gu Qingcheng stroked the long hair on her chest, lost in thought. Chaoyang coated her face and hair with a layer of red gold, again
Reminds me of the weird mask of the Longge Witch.
Feiyue walked towards me holding the box: "Mr. Feng, there is a small word engraved on the center of gravity of all concealed weapons. Please see -"
I held my breath and turned my gaze to the two-inch-long swallow-tailed dart. Right at the center of the dart body where the swallow-tail separated, there was an extremely small but neatly written word "heart".
"The word 'heart'?" My mind was suddenly touched.
The eyes of the two girls were focused on my face: "Yes, that's the word. What does it remind you of?"
Facing the bright morning sun, I rubbed my face hard twice to hide the shock in my heart.
Gu Qingcheng quietly looked away and gave me a chance to adjust my expression in an extremely considerate manner.
"Mr. Feng, who are you thinking of? Is it someone from the Tang Clan in Sichuan?" Feiyue is young after all and doesn't know how to leave room for others to change.
When anyone mentions a sect that uses poisonous hidden weapons in the world, the Tang Sect in Shuzhong is the first to be suspicious. Over the years, there is only one person who has openly carved the word "heart" on the hidden weapons, because she is the only one
She deserves to use this word on her concealed weapon, as if as long as she calls the name "Tang Xin", the rest of the people, whether they call her this name before or after her, will become boring counterfeit followers.
"Tang Xin?" Fei Yue is not just a boudoir who only knows how to embroider. If you are in the world, you must know some essential life and death situations.
I continued to stare at those dark date-core darts, only half an inch long, with a cold gleam on their tips.
"It's possible, but no one dares to say for sure. If there is a biochemical microscope, perhaps we can make a final judgment." Under Fei Yue's aggressive gaze, I could only give a vague answer.
"Ah...Uncle Wei, no, no..." The team member whose finger was poisoned screamed inaudibly, which happened to divert Fei Yue's attention.
A shooter is absolutely inseparable from the index fingers of both hands, just like a swordsman cannot lose his thumb, and a marksman cannot give up his eyes. Each of the ten fingers of human hands has its own unique muscle structure and joints.
Only by distribution can they be combined together to play the overall role of the "palm".
The original intention of making firearms is to use the sensitive communication between the index finger and the soul, and to unite the heart and hand to pull the trigger at the most appropriate time and hit the target accurately. This cannot be replaced by the other four fingers combined.
Scientists have long conducted precise and rigorous experiments, and the conclusions they draw can 100% prove that the index finger is the most flexible and valuable of all fingers, and is as important to the human body as the facial features.
A blind action led to the lifelong hatred of this team member, but it was inevitable. If the toxin-contaminated fingers could not be cut off in time, within a few hours, the toxin would flow back into the heart with the blood, and he would definitely die.
"Ah -" Uncle Wei didn't wait for the other party to make a move to escape, and quickly punched him in the back of the neck, causing the strong young man to shrivel and fall to the ground.
Gu Qingcheng shook his head and sighed helplessly: "The modern antiviral serum cannot resist the poison invented by the ancients. Is it because the development of science and technology has stagnated? Or does the ancients have a better understanding of the world than modern people? Feng, this
Question, can you answer it?”
Many people have asked themselves similar questions. As early as in the Egyptian desert, every time they saw the majestic structure of the pyramid standing in the blue sky and yellow sand, Su Lun would ask himself, feeling about the unsolved mysteries in the long history.
Sincerely confused.
Many of the precise craftsmanship that the ancients were able to achieve may not be accomplished by modern people using high-precision instruments. Therefore, more and more archaeologists are leaning toward the fantasy view that "the wisdom of the ancients comes from the legacy of the previous generation of earthlings."
"Miss Gu, don't think too much. Let's go back to the camp first." Once we were out of trouble, I thought of the evasive Li Kang and the ancient book. That was the secret of the "square-eyed weirdo" of the Qin Dynasty.
key.
The person who was knocked unconscious had lost the sense of pain, and the knife was no less sharp than a surgical scalpel. Therefore, as two lines of purple and black blood spattered on the ground, the person had lost his right thumb forever.
Index finger, you can pack your bags and give up your job as a gunman.
This is the world of "seeking wealth and wealth in danger". Two fingers can buy him tens of thousands of dollars, but he has never had a chance to use firearms in his life.
Facing a desperate situation, he has no other choice. It is the same for everyone. The key to survival is to save your life when necessary.
On the way back, the person sitting next to me was Fei Yue, while Gu Qingcheng deliberately avoided the opportunity to get close to me and sat in the cab of another car, maintaining a meditative and silent posture. The pursuit started
The operation in the middle of the night ended in the absolute defeat of the expedition team, and everyone's emotions became heavy.
"Mr. Feng, since it's so dangerous, why don't you choose to turn back?"
Feiyue was carefully wiping his two guns with a piece of gray flannel. This kind of sturdy-looking firearm may only be used in urban melee combat. Its killing power can only be shown to our kind. If you want to use it,
Against the Longge Witch, she still seemed to be much weaker.
I shook my head and sighed: "If I can't find Su Lun, I will never be able to look back..."
She is still young and should not be able to understand the kind of true love that is tempered in war and danger. If I could give up and forget about Su Lun, I might have left this ghost place long ago, just like Uncle Wei and the mercenaries gave up and fell into a dangerous place
Just like Sun Gui. In my heart, Su Lun's weight is more important than anything else.
With two "pop" sounds, Feiyue loaded the magazine, waved his hand and inserted it into the holster on his belt. He turned to look at the gray mountains on the side: "Mr. Feng, there are so many good girls in the world, weak water three
Qian, why do you just stick to the point in front of you?"
There was a strange flush on her cheeks.
I also turned my head, wiped away a small piece of water vapor on the car window, and replied with a faint smile: "You won't understand many things."
No one can understand the deep love between me and Su Lun, because no one can relive the life and death changes in the desert camp with me like she did. Just like no one can experience the changes of life and death under the maple temple with me.
Just like rescuing Guan Baoling from the glass box, what happened in the past will never happen again. Su Lun is the only one for me on my trip to the desert, and I am the only one for Guan Baoling on my trip to Hokkaido.
The emotions between men and women are like huge soap bubbles, showing colorful beauty, but there are unpredictable variables. It is unclear when the glory will appear and when it will burst.
The jeep bumped a few times, and a team member in the back seat suddenly said: "Mr. Feng, I want to ask you... What kind of monster is the woman in the tunnel? How could she move instantly in the scope of a sniper rifle?
More than two hundred meters?"
He was the fourth person who had participated in the sniper operation at the entrance of the cave, and he only told half of what he said at the time.
I turned my head and looked at his confused and sad face. The well-maintained spear was held firmly in his arms, and the barrel guard was close to the green beard on his cheek. From the gun he held on the barrel
With that strong and stable left hand, I can tell that this is an excellent and well-trained sniper.