As Old Zhao spoke, he walked towards Nangong Baiye, his eyes exuding a kind of crazy fantasy: "As long as we have the woman's blood, we can not only get out of this cemetery, but we can also awaken the blood god to gain eternal life and protect others."
Unexpected glory and wealth!"
"So you've been plotting against me since you first saw me?" Nangong Baiye said as he skillfully twisted his slender wrists where Lao Zhao couldn't see.
Lao Zhao laughed, his lips a little dry: "I was already desperate, but I didn't expect that I would meet you halfway. Yes, I started planning at that time to get your blood! You
I don’t know, but the blood god here is very picky about food, and only a woman’s blood can arouse his appetite.”
"I know." Nangong Baiye chuckled and moved his wrist again, deliberately stalling for time: "I not only know this, I also know things you don't know, such as the Blood God in your mouth, his name and his
origin."
Lao Zhao lowered his eyes and laughed softly: "Little girl, do you think it's my first day out? I'm not interested in the things you mentioned. There's no need to waste time and delay."
As he said that, Lao Zhao turned his face away and said in a cold voice: "Nobita, add another loop of rattan rope to her hand!" Nangong Baiye's moving wrist froze, and he returned to his previous composure.
Nobita came over, took the rattan rope, and wrapped it around Nangong Baiye's hands and feet.
"Daxiong." Nangong Baiye lowered his voice and spoke lightly: "Daxiong, Qiu Donghai, and Liang Sheng, they are all dead. Do you think Old Zhao will let you go?"
Nobita paused, not only did he not speak, but he also had no expression on his face.
"Everything in life requires retaliation." Nangong Baiye glanced at Old Zhao with a distorted face in the distance: "Obviously, the current Old Zhao has been controlled by the desire in his heart. This desire is outside the ancient tomb.
There is no problem, but it will be fatal in the ancient tomb, he has gone crazy."
Nobita raised his eyes slightly: "As long as I can go out, I can do anything you want."
"Nobita, listen to me, you still have a chance. You are different from Lao Zhao. Do you remember that you also regretted it when Qiu Donghai mentioned the previous things? You..."
"Stop talking!" Nobita smiled bitterly, his eyes gleaming: "You don't understand at all. I may wish, and I may grant my wish!"
Nangong Baiye wanted to say something more, but Lao Zhao had already walked over. He seemed to be a little out of his mind. He cursed along the way and didn't know who to scold again.
This was completely different from the first time Nangong Baiye met him.
It seems that this cemetery has a really profound impact on people.
Even a little evil spirit will spread to the whole body and cannot be driven away.
Is this the strength of Cain?
"Nobita, what are you still waiting for? We don't have much time." Old Zhao glanced to the left, then put his hands on the raft: "We have to carry her to the main coffin."
Nangong Baiye raised his eyebrows: "Do you know where the main coffin is?"
"This is the instruction given to me by the Blood God." Old Zhao's twisted face coupled with that weird smile looked indescribably sinister.
Nangong Baiye thought to himself, what kind of blood god are you talking about? He is clearly Cain!
However, I have to say that Lao Zhao is indeed smart.
If it weren't for the rope and vine added at the end, she would have broken free by now.
"Nobita, watch her closely and don't let her play any tricks." Lao Zhao did not forget to turn around and tell her as he walked.
Two people were carrying the raft, and Nangong Baiye lying on it looked like a sacrifice about to be thrown into the Black River.
We can't go on like this. Nangong Baiye tilted his head slightly, his eyes fell on the burning torches, and his narrow eyes narrowed.
The sweat on her forehead overflowed drop by drop with the slight movement of her wrist.
Her movements were so small that they seemed almost non-existent.
It is because of this that the wrists will be worn even more severely, because the strength has to be three points more than usual.
We can't let Lao Zhao and Daxiong see it. Once they see it, everything will be ruined.
Now she just hopes that the main coffin will arrive later...
"Okay, put her down."
Nangong Baiye:......
What? So fast--
Have you moved at all?
"Swim from here." Lao Zhao pointed at the river in front of him and ordered Nobita.
Nobita's face suddenly turned pale: "Here? Old Zhao, you can't swim in this river, you absolutely can't swim!"
There is the East China Sea below, he will definitely pull him down!
Because of fear, Da Ambition had the intention to quit.
Lao Zhao sneered: "We've already reached this point, what are you still afraid of? Just listen to me and you'll be fine."
"Didn't you see that thing in the river?" Nobita pointed at the faces lying on the river one after another, feeling a hair in his heart.
All those faces were expressionless, like wandering ghosts, with empty mouths and eyes, as if the facial makeup in Peking Opera had come to life, exuding a strong aura of death.
But Lao Zhao raised his lips, and his smile was unnatural to the extreme. He stretched out his hand, and there was a delicate ring on his index finger. The color of the ring was very dark, and something seemed to be missing from it. It should have been inlaid with gems or gems before.
Gold diamond.
I don’t know where it went now, but just looking at the texture of the ring, I knew it must be something extraordinary.
"With it, all the dirty things in the cemetery will not dare to approach us."
Nobita didn't believe it, there was real doubt in his eyes.
Nangong Baiye actually felt that Old Zhao was not lying. Anyone who had walked all the way here knew that this cemetery was difficult to deal with.
But Lao Zhao was able to move freely after breaking away from them, and even found the main coffin earlier than they did, which meant that there must be something sinister on him.
The femininity is a very strange thing. If it leaves the cemetery, the person who owns it will often be haunted by nightmares and die unexpectedly.
But when it enters the cemetery, it can play a protective role.
Because ghosts obey the strong.
Look at the ring in Lao Zhao's hand. It looks more British-style, and even the place where the gems are set uses a buckle design.
If she guessed correctly, it should be Cain's...
Only those with a clear eye would buy this thing. People like them, who want to rob a big tomb, must get a negative object before they can enter the tomb with confidence.
Lao Zhao is indeed a good reverse fighter, but the better he is, it means he is cunning, because he is familiar with everything in the ancient tomb, and he will be better able to solve situations that are not good for him.
In order to let Nobita eliminate his fear, Lao Zhao got into the river first. He only took a few steps forward. As soon as the ring on his finger touched the surface of the river, the faces of those people retreated one after another as if they sensed some danger.
Got to the corner.
"Heh." Old Zhao's eyebrows showed a trace of pride, and he walked towards Nobita again: "How is it?"
Nobita felt relieved now, and the two of them carried Nangong Baiye and went down into the river again.
The river is not deep, just waist-high, but it is a bit difficult to walk.
As it flowed all the way, Nobita's legs felt cold, and the soles of his feet were itchy, as if they had been bitten by something, causing some pain.
He didn't care, and when he reached the shore, he looked down and saw a piece of waterweed stuck to his leg.
Nobita threw it hard, but found that he couldn't get rid of the waterweed. He had no choice but to squat down and pick it...
"Nobita, what are you doing?" Old Zhao turned around and looked at him with a slight frown.
Nobita replied: "There is something on my foot." Then he continued to pick the waterweed.
The strange thing is that the waterweed seems to have grown on him.
Nobita frowned and pulled off his shoes...
"Nobita, I told you, it will be your turn next." As the hoarse and low voice came, Nobita saw what was on the instep of his feet.
It’s Qiu Donghai’s face!
There was a gloomy resentment on that face, and the mouth was slightly open, revealing sharp teeth. The rows of them looked horrifying to the extreme.
Nobita sat down on the ground with a snap, and he kept kicking his right foot with his left foot.
He looked at Lao Zhao with his eyes, as if hoping that Lao Zhao could help him.
However, Lao Zhao didn't even look at him, his eyes flickered with longing for the main coffin not far away, and he had obviously forgotten Nobita.
Qiu Donghai's face had crawled from the soles of Nobita's feet to his calves, biting off his hamstrings fiercely!
Obviously, Nobita is hopeless.
This is a selfish and private team.
Everyone only thinks about themselves and ignores the overall situation.
Nangong Baiye didn't take another look. She thought about whether the ending would be different if it were the shadow of the Tang Sect.
That group of people all have a common belief in their hearts.
I remember Mr. Tang once said: "Sometimes, when we pick up a gun, we want the person who is important in our heart to be simple and happy forever, and see no smoke, let alone the flames of war. She only needs to think about eating beef noodles today.
Just seafood noodles.”
When he said this, Mr. Tang was standing in the Vietnam Forest, with blood stains on his face, holding a shadow of one of the Tangmen in his hand.
It was the first time they participated in a mission together, and they resisted the drug lord for half a month without any external assistance.
They haven't had a bath for half a month. They eat snake meat and wild grass, drink wind and rain, and always hold guns in their hands. You sleep for a while, I sleep for a while, and my back can be rest assured to be left to other shadows.
However, here, Nangong Baiye only saw betrayal.
"Here we are, I finally found it!" Old Zhao laughed like crazy, ran over, and then ran over again. His eyes were red as if they were filled with blood. They bulged outwards and filled with blood.
Red bloodshot eyes appeared, and he stretched out his hands to push the raft like crazy, muttering to himself, sometimes laughing, sometimes sullenly, his nose was broken, and drops of blood fell down.
But as if he didn't see it, he slashed Nangong Baiye's wrist with a dagger and placed her on the high platform for sacrifice.
The altar is oval in shape, surrounded by tall walls, and the conical walls appear to be converging overhead.
It was too far away to make out clearly. I could only see candles burning quietly on the surrounding walls.
Each step seems to correspond to a circle of candles on the wall. Countless candles are embedded on it, forming a strange and grand scene.
It is very much like St. Petersburg in ancient Rome, full of nobility and elegance that cannot be described in words.
There are bright red roses blooming all around, each one is in full bloom, delicate and delicate, with crystal dew still hanging on the petals, with the fragility of the morning, but also enchanting, which makes people feel extremely beautiful.
It's like a paradise. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, no one would believe that such a beautiful place could exist in such an evil tomb.
The roses swayed gently with the breeze, sending bursts of fragrance...
In the center of the huge sea of flowers, there is a coffin. The system of coffins was established in the Western Zhou Dynasty. The emperor's coffin had four layers, and his own coffin was called a coffin. The outer cover was covered with buffalo skin; the second layer
It is called the ground and is made of basswood; the third layer is called the genus, and the fourth layer is called the big coffin.
This thing can't be called a coffin, because judging from the size, it should be a coffin, and the real coffin should be inside this stone coffin.
really.
When Nangong Baiye was being lifted up by Lao Zhao, he finally saw the black wood coffin inside the stone coffin.
The low-key and gorgeous coffin was painted with a huge upside-down cross, symbolizing Jehovah's forgiveness and curse.
The coffin is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, as if it was tailor-made. The black paint glows with brilliance under the dim candlelight, making everyone marvel at the taste of its owner.
Lying in a black coffin lies a man. He is wearing a set of ancient British black swallowtails. His slender hands are wrapped in snow-white gloves. The piping cuffs and collar are exquisite and elegant, which fully accentuates his tall body.
It seems that there were no suits at that time, but they just made some appearances. There was a bright red rose pinned to the left chest. There were so many roses, but only that one was dark red, as heavy as blood.
The black swallowtail not only does not make him look thin, but makes people feel his flawless figure, with straight shoulders and no wrinkles.
Two sharp fangs protruded from his thin lips. It was a face that could confuse all living beings. It was noble, elegant, and skilled in swordsmanship and axe.
Such an outstanding man has sickly fair skin and almost weirdly gorgeous lips. The slightly hooked corners of his lips seem to be filled with unspeakable mockery of the world.
He just lay there quietly, his slender hands slightly clasped, folded elegantly on his chest, and his long and thick eyelashes fell down to form a dark shadow.
The man has shockingly long hair, as deep as night, spreading outside the coffin, illuminated by dim lights
The farthest ocean is rippling with unpredictable light, exuding the evil spirit of despair and aloofness and arrogance.
His evil aura almost made all the undead in the ancient tomb tremble.
Nangong Baiye could feel the cowardice of those ghosts at this moment.
Some people say that if you pair blue eyes with blond hair, you become an angel, while if you pair it with black hair, you become a devil.
And Cain.
But it is a perfect combination of beauty and evil...