The fall was very embarrassing, and the force coming from the stone gate was beyond my ability to stop. One of my shoes was thrown off, and the soles of my feet were still burning. I took off my socks and immediately saw a sign on the soles of my feet.
Red and blood-like rune marks.
The faint whistling sound and the jar still made me tremble with fear. I stood up, but Ziyang was indifferent. He just looked back at me and said, "Do you know why this door can't be opened?"
I already have an idea in my mind. There is no doubt that this stone gate seems to be protected by a mysterious force. Once I get close, whistles and jars will appear.
This also made me understand that maybe it was not Ziyang's temptation, he really wanted to open this stone gate. If you think about it this way, then it was not without reason that the original ancestors of Badu Ancient Village occupied this place. From the first generation of Badu people
How many years has it been since it appeared? This stone door is still standing here intact. It's not that they don't want to open it, but they are helpless.
What could be the thing that could make a group of people pursue it for centuries? I looked at the stone door with mixed feelings.
Ziyang spoke next to him and told about some of the activities they had carried out. For this stone gate, the people of Badu Ancient Village had used almost all possible methods. In recent years, they had even used huge amounts of explosives, but the guardian
The mysterious power of this stone gate is unimaginable. After a large pile of explosives exploded, the stone gate was still intact, just like the most eternal and perfect thing, without any flaws or traces.
This made me realize, what kind of conditions do I have to accept? How should I do what Badu Ancient Village has not been able to do for so many years?
I couldn't think about these things for the time being. What I was most worried about was the old magic stick. I asked Ziyang about it. I originally thought he might make things difficult for me, but I didn't expect that he was very happy and agreed to let me see the old magic stick.
I returned to the original place. Mazi Li stood aside with his arms folded. Meng Xiaolang still had a playful smile, but the gun in his hand kept pointing at Lao An and the others. Ziyang called Mazi Li over and said a few words, and then, we
Just go back the way we came. Facts have proved that everything we experienced after entering Shuilian Cave may have been arranged by Ziyang. I don’t know why he did this. I just feel scared. If we fail to survive, we may encounter
It was already wiped out by the swarm when it was a king insect.
When we returned to the ancient village, it was already dawn, and the people in the village were busy. As I had heard, the entire village was full of people with mutilated limbs. Listening to others' stories and seeing it with your own eyes are two different things. Only
When you are immersed in the scene and look at the groups of lame, deaf and blind people, you will feel how weird the Badu Ancient Village is.
"Who are you living with?" I followed Mazi Li all the way and couldn't help but ask him: "Zi Yang? Or the blind third master?"
"Of course I'm following the third master." Mazi Li said without looking back: "The third master settled some things for me, I have to repay him."
"Then what's going on with Ziyang? Does your third master have a cooperative relationship with Ziyang?" I was very surprised how the blind third master could be related to the remote Badu Ancient Village.
"Well..." Mazi Li stopped, turned around and smiled at me, and said: "Third Master, he is getting older and there are some things that he is not interested in. Just let him have a good rest. If he doesn't do it,
, let’s do it.”
That's all Mazi Li said, but he refused to say anything when I asked him again. He took me into a stilted wooden building. The windows of this wooden building were all nailed shut. When Mazi Li pushed the door in, I
I saw the old magic stick at a glance.
The old magic stick looked a bit pitiful, his clothes were dirty and torn, and his hair was as messy as a ball of grass. He was tied to a wooden post with a rope, and there were two one-armed men guarding him.
"Let him go." I got a little angry when I saw this.
"Just let go, you can't fly away." Mazi Li asked someone to loosen the old stick, then turned around and walked out, saying as he walked: "You guys have a good chat."
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen the old master. When there were only two of us left in the room, the old master’s eyes were a little dull. His lips trembled back and forth a few times. He wanted to say something, but he didn’t say it in the end. I was a little anxious, because
I want to know immediately the whereabouts of Qingqing and the others.
"What's going on with you? Where is Qingqing? Where is she?"
"I don't know." The old magician shook his head blankly.
I continued to ask, but the old magician didn't know anything about it. After he was caught, he was moved to several places, back and forth, and he was also knocked unconscious. But from the current analysis, Qingqing should not be in the eighth
Dugu Village. I frowned when I thought about it. The people who captured the old magic stick should be related to Ziyang. These people are quite powerful. They can even distinguish the relationship between me, the old magic stick and Qingqing.
They knew the person I cared about most, so they only let me see the old magic stick, and used Qingqing to hang me up. I was completely helpless. The old magic stick didn't know anything. Meeting him could only help me understand that he was still alive.
, Qingqing is also alive.
"North." The old magic stick licked his lips. After being detained for so long, his demeanor was different from before. He looked fearful and reserved. He couldn't adapt to the sudden sight of me. He lowered his head and thought for a long time before saying to me: "
There is something that I have always been worried about, and there is no one to talk to. Do you know, it is about to explode in my heart."
"Speak slowly, there is plenty of time now, don't be in a hurry." I looked at the old magician, and felt more and more pitiful for him. After all, he was an elderly man, and he had been tortured a lot these days, so I gave it to him.
Yan said: "Let's chat slowly, don't be too hasty."
"You know, when my old friend and I escaped from Dayanpo, we saved our lives." The old man smoked a cigarette and said, "People who have died once tend to take those things lightly."
"I understand."
"But they... showed me something. After reading it, I was very scared." The old magic stick grabbed his hair, looking a little painful, and said: "It's like a nightmare. I won't forget it after reading it."
Lost it."
The person who showed the old magic stick something should be Ziyang. Specifically, it shouldn't be called a thing, but more like an illusion.
"What did he show you?"
"He asked me to see how he died in the end..."
What Ziyang saw to the old god stick was the image reflected from a very ancient bronze mirror. The mirror was simple and mottled, but the reflected image was extremely clear. The old god stick saw himself in the mirror, and the image in the mirror was
The old magic stick was stabbed through the chest by countless sharp knives, and blood flowed all over the ground. The scene was very miserable.
Listening to what the old magician said, I felt that it must be some trick of Ziyang's.
"Do you believe this?" I asked the old magician. Although he was old, his past experience and career dictated that he was not an uneducated and knowledgeable person.
The old magic stick was a little confused, but after he saw the picture in the bronze mirror, he always felt that the image reflected by the bronze mirror would be real. He was afraid of that kind of death. That kind of strong fear made the old magic stick uneasy and he could feel it at any time.
Everywhere you go, you will have the illusion that countless knives will suddenly come out from all around and cut you into pieces.
"North..." The old magic stick trembled and said, "I don't want to die like that..."
"No." I don't know what to say to comfort the old magician. Thought is the most easily shaken part of a person, but at the same time it is difficult to break. Once someone firmly believes in a certain belief, then you can hit him.
Kill him, but even if he is killed, he will still die with that belief and will not change it until death. The old magician seems to be possessed. No matter what I say, he can't persuade him. He keeps saying that he doesn't want to die like that.
, don’t want to end up tragically.
At the same time, the position of Ziyang, an old Taoist priest, in my heart immediately changed to that of a demon. I don't doubt that he has the ability, but the most he uses against the old magic stick is to confuse people's hearts and cause confusion.
Now is not the time to talk. There is someone guarding the door. I can't talk about sensitive topics with the old stickman, so after persuading him for a while, I went to find Mazi Li.
"I want to meet Ziyang." I said to Mazi Li, "Also, can you be polite to my friends."
"It just so happens that he also wants to see you." Mazi Li said, "Let's go."
Mazi Li took me through the village, still taking the eastward road. When we came near the entrance of a cave, Mazi Li stopped and let me go by myself. I felt that Ziyang was a bit pretentious, in such a situation
In the environment, living in a stilt building is probably the most comfortable, but he chose to live in a cave. Maybe he was pretending to be sophisticated.
"I saw him." Ziyang was sitting cross-legged in the cave. I saw the old futon and the incense burner. He closed his eyes slightly and said, "What do you think?"
"I want to see how I died in the end." I sat down opposite him. I firmly believed that I could resist that illusion. In my mind, Ziyang had become a magician like a stick, and in my heart
His fear was reduced, and naturally he felt that the pressure he exuded was also diminishing invisibly.
Zi Yang closed his eyes and was silent for a while, then slowly said: "You will not die."
"Really?" I smiled: "Do you have an elixir for me?"
"Some people are destined to live forever." Ziyang opened his eyes and said, "Immortal, immortal, and reincarnation."
I laughed again. Such words were like nonsense. Only those with rusty brains would believe it.
Ziyang looked at me and laughed silently. He could definitely see the disdain and suspicion in my smile, but he didn't say a word, and he had a very playful attitude.
After I stopped smiling, Ziyang said, "The ignorant are fearless."
"Then you make me afraid." I said to him provocatively: "And let me see your methods."
I'm not looking for trouble. I know very well that Ziyang may confuse people, but such a person makes even Mazi and Li awe, so he must have something extraordinary. I have to find a way to try to feel his reality.
This will be a powerful enemy, and my hunch has always been accurate.
"There are many things in the world that are unbelievable." Ziyang said, "If you don't believe it, it doesn't mean it's not true."
"What about?"
"You've been in trouble, you've been in lawsuits, you've been struggling with it, haven't you?"
What Ziyang was talking about may refer to the trouble I caused when I moved Wu Shengli's body overnight. It was the first time in my life that I got into trouble.
"I didn't expect you to know these things while hiding in Badu Village."
"Then do you know why this matter was left undisclosed in the end?" Ziyang ignored the disrespect in my tone and continued: "Why wasn't you implicated in the end?"