Gu Qingcheng chuckled: "When did you become so cautious?"
I stared at the three-inch insect intently, trying not to pay attention to the other layer of meaning in her words.
The three-inch insect crawled two steps south, then suddenly straightened up, leaving only its dark tail propped on the ground, and let out a strange "chirp" sound, just like a cricket grinding its wings on a summer night.
Uncle Wei hasn't returned yet, so I'm ready to take Gu Qingcheng and retreat quickly at any time.
The reason why we stopped here to monitor the Gu insect is because we don’t want to let it go. Once we enter the mysterious tunnel ahead, it will only increase the difficulty of crossing the stone formation. Everything is to reach the end of the tunnel smoothly.
Rescue Suellen from "them".
"Beep-beep" sounded twice, and a layer of triangular transparent scales suddenly opened on the left and right sides of the three-inch insect's red and white segments.
"No!" Gu Qingcheng's hand suddenly grabbed my arm, and she could not help but feel the approaching danger.
If the position where the scales are spread is regarded as the neck of the three-inch insect, its behavior at this moment is exactly the same as that of a cobra whose neck becomes more flattened when it is angry. The only difference is that the cobra's body is slender and it dodges its first attack.
Finally, you can take the opportunity to grab its tail to counterattack. As for this weird bug, it may be full of offensive weapons and has no weak links.
"If it moves, I will stop it. You go away quickly." I gave a brief order to Gu Qingcheng. This was not a lingering and gentle speech. When speaking eloquently, only concise and concise sentences can make my companions understand everything.
In the face of danger, any man must have the courage and actions to protect a woman. Otherwise, he will seriously violate God's original intention of deliberately separating men and women when he created man. Men are strong and brave, women are gentle and fragile, and sudden dangers are exactly what they are.
The litmus test for this difference in character.
If it were other girls, I would be the first to protect them, not just against Gu Qingcheng. This is my consistent purpose as a person.
"I want to give it a try..." She was still insisting, but the three-inch insect had already jumped up like lightning and shot towards my chest and heart. Those sharp scales made a sharp whistling sound after cutting the air, like a
A fish bone dart shot by a master of martial arts.
I didn't have time to dodge, so I took a deep breath. The muscles in my chest and lower abdomen contracted and solidified like steel plates. When the bug was about to touch my clothes, I let out a long "Ah" sound, and the muscles suddenly shot out, and the insect was about to touch my clothes.
The three-inch insect fell to the ground.
This Shaolin secret technique of "eighteen falls on clothes" combined with the magical power of body protection and lion's roar consumes a lot of internal energy. It is impossible to perform the second Qi-lifting power in a short period of time, but the three-inch insect rises as soon as it falls.
It howled with a "beep" sound and jumped on my left knee.
Gu insects are addicted to human blood and cannot live without the nourishment of blood for almost a moment, so they are naturally sensitive to the blood flowing in the human body. In less than half a second, its red tip has moved to the thickest part behind my knee.
On a blood vessel, through my clothes, I felt my hairs standing on end, and I felt a short shiver like an electric shock.
Uncle Wei gave up the firewood in his hand, drew his gun and ran towards this side.
Not only is the power of the bullet not enough to destroy the three-inch bug, once its body is broken, the juice will fly around, and more bugs will be born that are difficult to control. Since ancient times, only fire has been the only way to eliminate the Gu bug.
"Mr. Feng, don't worry..." Uncle Wei stopped at the enemy five steps away from me, holding the pistol steadily with both hands.
I was completely assured of his shooting accuracy, but the result of shooting at the three-inch insect was something no one could have predicted. While I quickly tightened the muscles in my legs, I waved to Uncle Wei: "Don't move rashly——
"
If you don't have a complete response plan before shooting and wait until after the shooting to make up for it, you may cause huge trouble and cause disaster for everyone in the camp.
"Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng", Gu Qingcheng took a step back, and the sound of the piano suddenly sounded on her clothes. It was exciting and ups and downs, and it turned out to be a generous and tragic song "General's Order".
She held the skirt of her clothes with her left hand, and the five fingers of her right hand quickly swept over the ordinary fabric, and the sound of the piano flew freely and poured out. This kind of skill that could produce the sound of the piano without relying on the strings was unprecedented.
The three-inch insect stopped twisting and lay quietly on my lap. The three of us and one insect immediately fell into a relatively calm and stable confrontation.
When the first song "General's Order" was played, the end of the last note floated in the air, and the second song "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" sounded again. Gu Qingcheng's piano skills are very good, the rhythm is relaxed and relaxed, and he advances and retreats calmly.
Every note is clear and soft, blending harmoniously into the background of the howling north wind.
The second song was only played a third of the way. Gu Qingcheng's technique changed. The third song became obscure and profound. The jumps between adjacent notes were disproportionately large, making people's breathing unnatural. Gradually
Out of breath.
Uncle Wei retreated slowly, put away his short gun, and covered his ears with both hands.
The notes of this piece of music played tinklingly for nearly five minutes, and Gu Qingcheng suddenly shouted: "The road to Shu is difficult, and it is even harder to reach the sky! Go ahead -" At the same time, he made a horizontal stroke with the five fingers of his right hand, and the entire skirt of his clothes was torn apart.
Come, it made a strange "hissing" sound. The three-inch insect fell to the ground with her shout, shrank into a ball, and was no longer alive and ferocious.
"Cough, cough, cough..." Gu Qingcheng coughed in a low voice and held my right wrist, "Feng, are you okay..."
There were bright red bloodshot eyes at the corners of her mouth, and the area from her forehead to her neck was also flushed.
I held her slender waist and felt her body twitching. I immediately held her palm and poured the inner energy from the palm into her body.
With a "wow" sound, Uncle Wei poured out the gasoline, then lit the lighter and threw it at the three-inch insect.
The flames rose into the sky and covered the three-inch insects. The dead branches I picked up were also thrown into the fire one by one, making crackling sounds. This time, the three-inch insects should have been completely killed, so I secretly loosened them.
Take a breath.
"I'm very tired and want to go back to the tent to take a nap. This song... "The Road to Shu is Difficult" is very labor-intensive. Every time I play it, I get seriously ill..." Gu Qingcheng lay weakly in my arms,
The body is as soft as a new ball of cotton wool.
The fire burned for half an hour, during which Uncle Wei poured gasoline four more times. The air was filled with the strange smell of burning and evaporating gasoline.
The three-inch insect never crawled out again until the flames went out.
Uncle Wei used a branch to dig through the ashes, but did not find the insect's body. He frowned and murmured to himself: "It was probably burned to charcoal, the hateful insect..."
Looking at the curls of green smoke drifting towards the tunnel, I suddenly felt that something was not right. If Witch Longge had some relationship with the Tang Clan in Sichuan, would the deaths of Tang Xiaogu and Saninchong irritate her?
What caused her crazy revenge? Judging from her proficiency in using hidden weapons, she was exactly the same as someone from the Tang Sect. Isn't it Tang Xin? Could it be another master of the same era as Tang Xin?
There are so many things to think about that my brain feels like it's going to burst.
The three jeeps that followed from the camp, carrying more than a dozen team members, started to collect Tang Xiaogu's body, but I held Gu Qingcheng in my arms and got into the car that drove back to the camp, driven by Uncle Wei himself.
Gu Qingcheng kept her eyes tightly closed, her eyelashes drooped, and she looked as if she was dying.
Not even a minute after the car started driving, I suddenly heard the sound of the piano again in my ears, and I immediately shouted: "Uncle Wei, please stop the car, I heard the sound of the piano again -"
With a "crunch", the jeep stopped, and Gu Qingcheng opened his eyes suddenly: "What? Where is the sound of the piano coming from?"
I stretched out my left thumb and pointed behind me: "It's right behind, right in the tunnel."
Seeing the confused expressions on her and Uncle Wei's faces, I anxiously grabbed the pencil and notebook on the bridge and recorded them note by note.
The rhythm of the piano sound was extremely slow, and the tone was even more low and depressing. It was like crying and complaining. I could only remember less than five elements, and my chest felt like it was stuffed with rotten cotton, and I couldn't breathe.
Gu Qingcheng stared at the piece of paper, moved her lips, and gradually raised her voice, pieced together a simple melody, and then asked with a stunned expression: "Feng, this is Wang Xizhi's "Linfeng Youlan Tune", have you really heard this kind of music?"
The sound of the piano?"
I nodded and continued to faithfully record the rising and falling notes.
Wang Xizhi, as a great calligrapher in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, created the unique "Lanting Preface" calligraphy, as well as the famous "Guannu Calligraphy", "Seventeen Calligraphers", "Second Xie Calligraphy", "Fengju Calligraphy" and "Auntie Calligraphy".
"Tie", "Kuai Xue Shi Qing Tie", "Le Yi Lun", "Huang Ting Jing", etc. have become one of the main objects for copying by calligraphy enthusiasts in future generations.
Ancient literati paid attention to the four elegant games of "qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting", and none of them could be missing. Therefore, his attainments in qin art, go, and painting of flowers, birds, fish, and insects are also talked about by historians.
Why does his famous song appear here? Who is playing and expressing his feelings in the tunnel? Is it the Longge Witch who kills people like crazy and comes and goes like the wind? When the song ended, my hands were busy recording, and they were a little sore.
Gu Qingcheng struggled to stick his head out of the car window and stared at the other side of the tunnel: "Maybe we are facing so many unknown things that we can't piece together anything with these limited fragments, right?"
What I was thinking about was another question. In addition to listening carefully to the sound of the piano, I tried to identify where it was coming from.
"If the sound of the piano can keep ringing, can we use our super hearing to follow its direction? Will the place where the sound of the piano comes from be the end of the tunnel?" This idea is bold and crazy.
, because we currently don’t know when the sound of the piano will sound, nor when it will stop. Once trapped in the middle, we may be buried in this weird stone formation for the rest of our lives.
The sun shines on the jeep's canvas roof, and the temperature inside the cabin gradually increases.
Gu Qingcheng took the piece of paper on which I recorded the music score, read it from beginning to end, and kept humming softly.
When she reached the bottom few sentences on the white paper, she stopped suddenly, her lips moved quickly, and she suddenly raised her head and asked loudly: "Feng, did you remember the last few sentences correctly?"
I shook my head thoughtfully and repeatedly thought about the possibility of walking through the tunnel by sound. The piece of music just played lasted for about four to five minutes. Depending on my speed, I could move at least two hundred meters.
.According to this ratio, after hearing the sound of the piano about five times, you should be able to pass through the tunnel.
If you are equipped with enough food and drinking water, it is not too difficult to stay in the tunnel for more than a week. Sometimes, problems that cannot be solved through the correct way can only be taken in a different way.
Gu Qingcheng hummed that short syllable repeatedly, the expression on her face becoming more and more complicated.
I smiled and asked, "Miss Gu, what happened? What's weird about this song?"
Gu Qingcheng smiled bitterly: "Feng, I really don't know whether to feel excited or panic when things have developed like this - the melody at the end of the score you recorded is from a section of the Gu family's piano score. The original song is called "East China Sea"
"You" was improved and processed by my ancestors and named "Shenxian Que". It is a rare ancient genealogy from the Qin and Han tombs. I never expected that it would appear here again."
More and more clues point to the glorious era when Qin Shihuang dominated the world, including these musical instruments that came to my ears intentionally or unintentionally.
"It's a pity that you can't hear the sound of the piano." I smiled faintly, dropped the pencil, and closed my eyes to think.
"Miss, Mr. Feng, can you go back to the camp?" Uncle Wei asked in a low voice.
"Okay, let's go back and gather our energy before we talk." Gu Qingcheng's mood suddenly became high, and he waved the white paper in his hand and pointed in the direction of the camp.
Indeed, we are all too tired, and our brain's thinking ability has plummeted, reaching the point of mechanical operation. In this case, our views on any problem will be biased, or even go astray, so everyone urgently needs a
Get enough sleep and put aside all the complicated problems for the time being.
There was an air of uneasiness floating around the camp. In addition to the two people killed by Witch Longge, there were also three semi-vegetative people including Fei Ying, Liang Wei, and Li Kang. Everyone's morale was extremely low.
"Feng, maybe we should be together... No, forget it, still..." Gu Qingcheng's cheeks were flushed with blush, and she hurriedly reached out to cover her mouth, as if regretting that she had said the wrong thing, and looked around without anyone noticing.
, immediately walked quickly to his tent with his head lowered.
In just a few words, I understood what she meant. There is a powerful enemy and dangers are frequent. We really shouldn't be separated and alone, and we will be defeated by the enemy one by one. It is not despicable for children of Jianghu to sleep under the same tent in a complicated environment.
Su Lun and I have done this before, taking care of each other and resisting the enemy together.
After all, Gu Qingcheng is not another Su Lun. I stared at her back disappearing behind the door curtain, and felt a faint sense of regret in my heart.
Every girl has extremely bright shining points, but there is no girl who can concentrate the advantages of everyone - Su Lun's free and easy, Tie Na's cold arrogance, Guan Baoling's charming, Gu Qingcheng's wisdom...
I shook my head, turned around and entered the tent, with several girls' faces spinning around in my mind, and lay on the mattress. After only half a minute, I fell into a deep sleep.
The satellite phone was under the pillow. In a daze, I heard the phone ringing, but I was too sleepy to open my eyes. I turned over and went back to sleep. The faint music kept playing in my ears.
The wonderful scene of Gu Qingcheng using his clothes as strings appeared every other paragraph, which surprised and delighted me.
She is definitely extraordinary. Is there a deeper secret buried in her body? What kind of message did that piano music bring to her that made her suddenly happy?
If the focus of the question all points to the era of Qin Shihuang, I think we might as well start by studying the mysterious things of that era. The most important thing is to see if we can find a general named "A Fang", that is, the mysterious square-eyed weirdo?
Dreams are the focus of the sixth sense. I firmly believe that everything I see in dreams will reflect some potential logical relationship in the real world.
When I turned over again, the golden mask of Witch Longe also appeared in my memory. Intuitively, it was not a mask, but her real face. She reminded me several times not to turn on the light, and to break it every time she appeared.
All the lights on the scene may be to prevent others from seeing her true face.
So, will the weird and terrifying golden mask be her true face? She was born on earth and has the strange eyes and face of a foreigner. Of course, she has no face to meet her own kind, so she hides herself in
In the boundless darkness.
Is she a mutated earthling? An earthling transformed by "them"? Where did they come from and when? Could it be that she has been living in seclusion from the time of Qin Shihuang to today - many doubts, like a knotted thread
Rope, can't figure it out.
When I woke up, I heard the wind outside the tent intensifying again, and the sound was endless.
In the darkness in front of the bed, a figure with a slender waist sat dimly, his head lowered, silently.