In the night, the naked Wang Jiang was walking in front, holding the blood-stained curtains. The north wind blew, making him shiver with the cold, and he looked very pitiful. Ximen Lang was carrying two corpses and followed slowly.
Behind him, two people walked several hundred meters, passed through the elegant moon gate, and came to the garden behind.
The flowers and plants in the garden have withered, looking a bit lonely. Near the northwest corner, there is indeed an ancient well, with some tatters on the edges. On the south side of the moire lace are two seal characters, "Jedi Well," with the words "Jedi Well" on it.
A huge blue stone weighs five to six hundred kilograms.
When the two came to the well, Wang Jiang said, "This is it."
Ximenlang threw away the body in his hand and said, "You stay away, I will push the stone away."
Wang Jiang hurriedly stepped aside, fearing that the stone would hit him.
Ximen Lang stretched out his right arm and gave a casual push. The boulder left the well mouth and rolled to the side. A stream of cold and moist air gushes out from the well mouth.
Although Wang Jiang had already been mentally prepared, knowing that this guy with strong martial arts skills would definitely be able to move the big stone away, he was still secretly shocked when he witnessed the other party pushing the big stone away with just one hand. Mom |
Yes, this guy is so strong, so scary!
Ximenlang looked down, his golden eyes activated, and he could see clearly in the darkness. He saw that there was still water in the well, which was blue-black in color and smelled fishy. He asked curiously: "This well is not dry. There is water in it. Why?"
Do you want to block it with big rocks?"
Wang Jiang said: "It seems that during the Yongzheng period, five or six concubines in the palace committed suicide by jumping into wells. The emperor thought this well was ominous and invited a shaman to do the ritual. He said that there was a well in the well.
The carp spirit was causing trouble, so at the suggestion of the mage, a large vat of dog blood was poured into it to calm the carp spirit, and then the well mouth was covered with a big stone."
Ximen Lang looked away and looked at the two cold corpses at his feet. He sneered and said, "Let this be the burial place of your father and son. There happen to be several concubines in there. That is something that only the emperor can enjoy."
Big beauty, let you two have fun, but don’t get into a fight over robbing a woman..." He bent down and picked up the two corpses, and threw them into the well one after another.
There was only a thump, two thumps, and the bodies of Wang Tiesheng and his son sank to the bottom of the well, splashing a little water, and then disappeared.
Ximen Lang waved his hand and said, "Rest in peace. You deserved to be buried in the Forbidden City. Goodbye." He turned around and said, "Throw the curtains in your hands inside and give them to them."
Use it as a quilt cover." In fact, he was afraid that the bloody curtain would become a clue and expose the body in the ancient well.
Wang Jiang hurriedly agreed, "Yes, yes...Uncle Ximen is really a bodhisattva." He raised his hand and threw the curtain into the well, fluttering down like an elegiac couplet.
Ximen Lang snorted coldly, he was so incompetent for flattering him. Is there a Bodhisattva like me? He has killed countless people! He walked to the side, picked up the big stone, and took two steps forward.
He also covered the well mouth with stones.
Wang Jiang asked tentatively: "Uncle Ximen, should you let me go this time?"
Ximen Lang nodded, "You're doing pretty well, I'll let you go in a while."
Wang Jiang was overjoyed and said, "Thank you. Thank you very much, Boss Ximen, for not killing me."
Ximen Lang turned around and walked towards the Moon Gate, saying: "Forget it, come with me."
Wang Jiang took two steps and asked in confusion: "Where are we going now?"
"Go back to the Hall of Supreme Harmony..."
Not long after, the two returned to the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Ximen Lang stood among the dragon pillars, looking up at the golden nine-dragon chair that symbolized the majesty of the royal family. He felt an urge to sit on it. He said to himself: "I
It’s hard to come here, but why don’t you sit on the dragon chair?”
Wang Jiang was shocked, "Why, you want to sit on the dragon throne?"
Ximenlang turned his head and asked doubtfully: "What's wrong?"
Wang Jiang hesitated and said: "No...it's nothing. I also think that a hero like you should sit on the Dragon Throne and try the power of being an emperor." But in his heart, he thought, no, the Dragon Throne is also something ordinary people can sit on.
Yes, do you have that butt? According to the elders, only the right one can sit on the dragon throne. If an ordinary person sits on it, he will die of strange diseases because you can't bear it. Damn it, you'd better sit on it.
Enough, he will die at dawn!
Ximen Lang chuckled and said, "Okay, I have experienced the addiction of being an emperor. As for you, I will assign you a role as well, just be the eunuch beside the emperor."
Wang Jiang agreed with a sullen expression, "Yes, I am a eunuch." He cursed in his heart and told you to sit on the throne. It would be best if your buttocks are cooked and your penis is burned off, so that you can become a real eunuch.
Ximen Lang laughed loudly, strode forward with his head held high, walked up the golden steps, carefully looked at the nine-dragon throne carved with pure gold for a moment, then turned around gracefully and sat on the dragon chair.
Wang Jiang secretly cursed in his heart, Damn, he actually sat on it, and he didn’t know how much he weighed. Suddenly, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and found that Ximen Lang on the dragon chair had disappeared, and there was a big golden snake that was more than ten feet long.
Coiled on a dragon chair, this snake has nine deep rings and is covered with semicircular golden scales. There are two strange sarcomas on its triangular head, which seems to have grown horns.
When the golden snake raised its head, the blood-red core spit out, which was extremely terrifying!
Seeing such a strange sight, Wang Jiang screamed, foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground unconscious.
Ximen Lang looked over with puzzled eyes, frowned and cursed: "Are you having a convulsion?"
Suddenly, Ximen Lang heard slight footsteps coming from far away, as if a civet cat was walking through the dark night, and it was not just one person, there were more than ten in total. He was startled, jumped up suddenly, and got down from the dragon chair.
, seeing a ray of red light moving towards him, he kicked Wang Jiang, who was on the ground, immediately flew up, and he grabbed his neck and blocked it in front of him.
At the entrance of the hall, a man wearing black clothes and a black hood appeared, holding a high-end sniper rifle in his hand. He was about to pull the trigger, but found that there were hostages in front of the target, so he had to give up.
In an instant, more than a dozen mysterious men in black appeared. Without exception, everyone wore black hoods. It was impossible to see what they looked like. They all held sniper rifles equipped with infrared sights in their hands.
More than a dozen thin red lights moved back and forth in the hall, trying to find a sniper point. However, Ximen Lang's head and body were hidden behind Wang Jiang, making it impossible for these snipers to perform their tasks.
Ximenlang only took a glance and knew that these people were professional snipers with special training. He was surprised, frowned and asked: "Who are you?"
The man in black who appeared first said in a deep voice: "Chinese Dragon Group!"