This piece of information should really be read by Gu Qingcheng. I believe that more and more information will reveal the true identity of the square-eyed weirdo, and these information records clearly show that it is precisely because of "setting up an altar to sacrifice."
"Heaven, God comes" led to the defeat of the six kingdoms and the glorious unification of the Qin Dynasty. Therefore, the role of God cannot be ignored.
The little red devil slept soundly, snoring slightly from time to time.
I walked out of the door quietly and walked towards Gu Qingcheng's tent, wanting to invite her to come over and review the information. The square-eyed weirdo was Qin Shihuang's right-hand man, and he should be one of the countless aliens. So he would continue to stay after the Qin Dynasty was unified.
On earth, and sealing oneself into a weird golden egg, what is the purpose? It can't be as simple as just retreating without leaving a name, right?
What is the significance of the existence of the second Afang Palace? Is it the original intention of Qin Shihuang? Or is it the request of a square-eyed weirdo? Why is it built in the infinitely deep underground instead of close to mountains and rivers, like the well-known Afang Palace in Lishan Mountain?
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What is the purpose of "them" transforming a Longge witch? Could it be that the elder brother has also met and fought with "them"...
I looked up to the sky and sighed, and suddenly I felt that human wisdom is really extremely limited. Among the countless seemingly related clues, I couldn't find a clear main line. The road ahead was blurry, and I didn't know where the light was.
vertex.
Suddenly, Gu Qingcheng's voice rang out: "Uncle Wei, what do you think are the chances of getting the 'Blue Blood Luminous Toad'? As for the Five Poison Sect, will they miss their old friendship and lend a helping hand to He Jishang? Also,
What is the number of forces that Guzhai can put into battle?"
I stopped suddenly and hid in the shadow of the tent.
Uncle Wei coughed in a low voice: "Miss, everything is uncertain, even where the treasure was hidden. I can only guarantee that we will successfully occupy the ancient village and kill all the resistance forces.
Then make some plans, what do you think?"
Gu Qingcheng sneered dissatisfied: "Forget it, why bother provoking the Five Poison Sect if you are not completely sure? Besides, it is definitely not cost-effective to offend Feng for such a small profit. We have brought a total of five serums to resist flying snake toxins.
The box should be able to withstand it for a while, right?"
There was a hint of restlessness in her voice, and the shadow of her pacing was reflected on the tent.
Uncle Wei bowed respectfully and stood aside, and asked tentatively: "Miss, in that case, do we need to guard against He Jishang following us and grabbing the results of our exploration? People from the Five Poison Sect have to deal with poison all their lives.
As a teammate, you can do anything."
Gu Qingcheng let out a long sigh: "Results? Uncle Wei, have we got any results so far? Except for a few people who died?"
Uncle Wei took a step closer and lowered his voice: "Miss, do you blame me for not rescuing Sun Gui today?"
Another shrill howl of wolves came from the top of the mountain in the distance, which made my heart suddenly tighten. When Sun Gui was in danger, Uncle Wei's Qinggong movement should be able to make an appropriate emergency response, just like when he cut off the index finger of the gunman outside the cave.
Same.
In every crisis situation, everyone will have their own special reaction, which will never be the same. A master like him will never retreat blindly with his troops without coming up with an effective solution. Otherwise,
How can you subdue this group of unruly mercenaries?
Gu Qingcheng shook his head: "I didn't. My brother once warned me to trust you unconditionally."
Her voice gradually became colder, obviously hiding her true thoughts.
Uncle Wei coughed again: "Sun Gui's true identity is that he is a member of the Shandong Sharpshooter Association, and a direct disciple within the fifth server. He has been drifting in the world without any reason. At the same time, people with the same status as him are at least still
There are more than a dozen people scattered around Hong Kong Island, mainland China, the United States and other underworld arenas. I have reason to believe that these people are the spies deliberately released by Sun Long, the master of the Sharpshooter Association. Whenever they encounter the right opportunity, they will immediately attack
, becoming a sharpshooter will invade other factions' undercovers and vanguards. If he dies, our team will really be safe, right?"
Gu Qingcheng held her head high, her sharp chin raised high, and her meditative posture was like an orchid blooming alone in the dark night, lonely and high-spirited.
Uncle Wei's words made me reveal a wry smile unconsciously. Sun Long's Gunslingers Club has great ambitions and covets the entire world. When I was at Hokkaido Hokkaido Temple, I briefly met Sun Long, and I could already feel it deeply.
The fierce domineering energy contained in his chest.
Fighting for hegemony will definitely bring more losses and killings, and Uncle Wei's plan to kill with a borrowed knife shows how clever he is.
I suddenly realized that Ming Li seemed to be helpers who had worked tirelessly to come from thousands of miles away. In fact, everyone had their own selfish motives. What kind of secrets were hidden in the deep mountains in front of me? Is it worthy of everyone?
Raising troops and mobilizing people? Just like when Su Lun ignored my persuasion on the phone and insisted on entering Langu, the ladder to heaven, what was she looking for?
The night is getting darker and darker. Looking up at the distant and distant mountains with thousands of cliffs, my mood is gradually becoming depressed. If a team cannot unite sincerely and is just here to fight against each other and fight among themselves, the final outcome will probably only be the heavy pressure of external forces.
It turns into powder and nothing is gained.
Faced with this predicament, I began to miss the days I spent with Su Lun and Xiao Kereng, and even thought of Tina, the arrogant Egyptian female general in the lonely smoke of the desert. After all, they all have great ambitions to do something.
People who have a big business will take the overall situation into consideration and cultivate the fruits first before discussing distribution. How can they be like this group of people now, who are already holding each other back and playing dirty tricks before the fruits are even harvested?
Su Lun, where have you been? I quietly retreated, walked to the edge of the camp, and let out the tightness in my chest.
If we continue to hesitate here, the exploration operation will probably have to be suspended. When I think of the mysterious world under the stone pillars, I can't help but break out layers of cold sweat on my back.
"Mr. Feng, what are you thinking about?" Gu Qingcheng's voice sounded quietly five steps away from me. It was still elegant and gentle, but when it reached my ears, the taste completely changed.
I turned around and stared into her starry eyes.
"What's wrong? You look so ugly?" She shrugged her shoulders easily, raised her hands, and moved her long white fingers.
When she used her clothes as strings to subdue the three-inch insect, I was extremely shocked. I didn't expect that she, who appeared to be deep and calm on the surface, actually possessed such unfathomable inner strength and musical skills.
"Miss Gu, I'm thinking, should we abort this operation? The person we are looking for is nowhere to be seen. Instead, we are losing troops all the time, and the formation of stone pillars is impossible to pass. If we wait any longer, it will be in vain.
Isn’t that right?” I retreated in order to advance and no longer revealed my true feelings to the other party.
"Mr. Feng, did you hear anything?" Gu Qingcheng's dark eyebrows raised in surprise, and his black and white eyes turned leisurely, revealing a smile with complex meaning.
I shook my head calmly: "No."
"What I'm talking about is over there -" She nodded her chin towards the south, and the smile in her eyes deepened.
I originally thought she was referring to me eavesdropping outside the tent, so I flatly rejected it. Now I suddenly understood that she was referring to the sound coming from the cave, and it was the faint sound of the piano.
"Following these sounds, I can at least find the tools to make the sound, and the person who plays the piano. I am going to follow this idea and go into the cave tomorrow. The ancients said that if you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you catch tiger cubs? If you want to get some, you have to have the courage to take risks.
What do you think?" She looked down at her fingers, as if asking me, more like asking herself.
I had the same idea, but now that I understand that there is a dangerous hidden world hidden under the stone pillar, I immediately rejected the original immature plan. There is no resurrection after death, and Sun Gui has already paid for it with his life. I have no power.
Putting others in danger again.
Invisible dangers are always more worrying than visible dangers.
"You want me to tell you? I don't know. I only know that if I can't find Su Lun, I will never be happy again in this life -" In an instant, the image of Su Lun popped into my mind, especially for the first time in Villa No. 13.
When I saw her, her long hair was flowing and her slim waist was fixed on the screen of my memory.
My eyes felt hot, and my chest suddenly hurt.
Gu Qingcheng smiled as if he was reciting a poem: "It is enough to have a confidant in life, and you should treat it as a treasure in this world. If Miss Su Lun knows your heart, she must...must--listen to what sound?"
Just in front of the distant mountain top, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded, three long, three short, and then three long and three short again.
"The emergency distress signal of the Filipinos should belong to the special indigenous language of the Yamakand people?" A huge question mark appeared on Gu Qingcheng's face, "The Philippine Sea is far to the southeast, how can the indigenous language there appear here?"
I was even more horrified than she was, because a friend of mine is proficient in this language and is the most famous underworld master in Southeast Asia.
When the whistle sounded again, it was much closer. This time it was an extremely long whistle, with six melodious ups and downs in the middle, like a lonely lark singing loudly.
Gu Qingcheng quickly glanced at his watch: "How long did it last for fifteen seconds? This man has so much inner strength, and he can still make a whistling sound while running fast."
I'm almost certain of that person's identity - the tiger! The tiger who disappeared after stealing the "Bluo Huangquan Sutra" in the Egyptian desert!
There was a rustling wind, and Uncle Wei had appeared beside Gu Qingcheng: "Miss, is there a strong enemy coming?"
His reaction was faster than I expected. He was already holding a dark submachine gun in his hand, and the safety bolt had already popped open.
The mobile sentries were holding submachine guns and looking into the distance blankly. Perhaps the increasing number of mysterious events in the cave had made their nerves numb, so they could only passively accept new situations when they happened, unable to make any decisions.
First time quick response.
"Not necessarily an enemy, Mr. Feng, what do you mean?" Gu Qingcheng glanced at me.
I kept a faint smile, but my heart was full of excitement like thousands of horses galloping and thousands of armies fighting. If the tiger really appeared here, the traceless "Blue Sky and Yellow Spring Sutra" would also appear to search for the big brother.
The clues can be continued.
It's a pity that Su Lun is not here, maybe she is the only one who can share my joyful mood at this moment.
"Tell the snipers to prepare to shoot, everyone on alert, everyone on alert!" Uncle Wei roared in a low voice, and the two messengers behind him immediately ran away.
Tiger's internal strength, martial arts, swordsmanship, and marksmanship are unparalleled in the Southeast Asian underworld, and he has the support of his huge Australian family. If he hadn't been careless by nature, he would have established a powerful sect long ago.
I really hope he can show up and become a powerful assistant for me to solve my dilemma.
When the whistling sound appeared for the third time with a frequency of three long, two short, and one long, I took a long breath, exerted all my energy on my Dantian, blurted out the whistling sound, and ran southward at the same time.
After the battle at Fenggeji Temple in Japan, my internal strength has improved subtly with the help of several masters. Today is the first time I used it. The roar shook the valleys in all directions, arousing countless echoes.
Immediately cover up the other party's whistle.
The night was still dark, but following the guidance of the voice, the other party and I met on the top of a protruding hill within half a minute.
"Tiger——" Thirty steps away, I shouted at the top of my lungs. I felt excited, and there was a slightly sweet taste of blood in my throat.
The man was wearing a gray leather suit, with an off-white silk scarf tied around his neck, and the half-foot-long tassels were fluttering in the wind. Fifteen steps away, he started laughing up to the sky, leaped up in the air, and met me
They embraced each other in mid-air and flew to the ground together.
"Feng, we finally meet again! I thought that our farewell in the desert was the last time we met in this life. Haha, God is wise and helped me return to the earth again, hahahaha..." His laughter will
The approaching night owls all started to stir, flapping their wings and flying chirpingly deep into the trees.
Besides Tiger, who else could have such pride that shocked the forest with his smile? But I never expected to see him in this place.
His palms were still rough and strong, and his beard was pricked and flying wildly: "Feng, do you have any wine? Let's have a drink together, and then we'll discuss a big weird thing——"
I let go of his hand, and suddenly I saw a two-inch long wound on his left cheek with blood and flesh turned out, and the oozing blood beads kept rolling down to his neck.
"What happened? Who hurt you? Where is Tang Xin?" I asked hurriedly. Someone who can hurt a tiger like this must have extremely high martial arts skills. If they are still close, I must warn Gu Qingcheng and Uncle Wei.
Just be careful and alert.
"Feng, this wound was given to me by the Japanese, but it happened when I stole the scriptures last time... Alas, I can't explain this matter in a few words. Let's drink first and tell you while drinking.
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Tiger frowned, and a huge word "Chuan" appeared in the middle of his eyebrows. In addition to anxiety, his eyes were filled with unspeakable confusion.
I believe that every move we make at this moment can be seen clearly in the sniper's scope.
I glanced at the direction where the tiger was coming. I saw the dark distant mountains with thousands of peaks and thick trees, hiding many unknown dangers. Since he insisted on going to drink first, I had no choice but to let him.
Back at the camp, all the team members had lifted their emergency alert and dispersed. Only Gu Qingcheng and Uncle Wei were waiting there.
Tiger paid great attention to Uncle Wei and secretly looked at him more than once. A silent murderous aura filled the air between the two of them.
I took him into my tent. Drinking was a trivial matter. I wanted to know what happened to make him so confused?
It wasn't until the whole box of Remy Martin wine was brought up that the tiger gradually relaxed: "Feng, where did you find these helpers? The old guy looks very weird, and although the little girl is smiling, she is full of spirit in her bones.
Murderous. Well, it's really bad for you to be with them. Where is Miss Su Lun? She's not here?" He opened a bottle of wine, muttered nonchalantly, took two big sips, and said, "
"Tsk" let out a long sigh.
A bastard like him, with eyes like lightning, could easily see through other people's disguises in an instant. I remained silent and let him talk to himself, hoping to get back to the topic as soon as possible.
In fact, every experienced figure in the world has his own secret. After all, he is lucky to survive many times in the bloody storm. Only he knows how many and how deep the wounds are.
"Feng, if I told you that for many days, I have been imprisoned in a transparent space, doing strange things that happen again and again every day, would you believe it?" He leaned back and drank a few more sips, half of the bottle of wine had been removed.
I added three ice cubes to the glass and pushed it to him: "Hey, Remy Martin tastes worse than aviation kerosene without ice. Have you forgotten?"