[Prairie Volume Final Chapter 2] Chapter 152: Hide and Seek and Unplugged Power
Wu Ma subconsciously grabbed the rope and felt a force trying to save himself. A burst of warmth poured into his body. He grabbed the rope tightly and climbed out of the fog with difficulty.
His vision gradually became clearer. Yuwen Jianxue looked over without saying a word.
Right now, there are two choices. First, continue walking down and explore the ancient tomb. Yuwen Jianxue said that there are great beings in the ancient tomb. Perhaps, Wu Ma can also get something from the ancient gods like Tian Deping.
Inheritance. Maybe, this will be the beginning for two people to escape from the mundane world and move towards endless life.
The second option is to follow Qingxia's suggestion, stop there and go home.
Yuwen Jianxue analyzed that Qingxia's last words probably had two possible intentions: one is to bury her and Tian Deping's eyes here, which is equivalent to burying her and Tian Deping here. It is quiet and peaceful here.
She didn't want them to be disturbed.
Second, there are very dangerous existences in the ancient tomb. Qingxia's reminder is to prevent Wu Ma and Yuwen Jianxue from being buried here. Otherwise, her sacrifice will be meaningless.
Yuwen Jianxue believes that although the second possibility is possible, it is not very high. After all, Tian Deping also entered the ancient tomb when he was young. At that time, he did not have any real abilities.
After a brief thought, Wu Ma decided to leave the ancient tomb as soon as possible and not continue to explore. After experiencing everything that had just happened, he lost his fear of the unknown. He was no longer afraid of any danger in the deep and mysterious tomb.
But he decided to respect the last goodwill of this enemy who had been scheming and fighting to the death with him ever since he appeared on the stage of the drama.
He even didn't plan to take half a step behind the wall painted with totems to show his respect and reluctance for this short yet long, dangerous yet ambiguous, difficult yet happy duel.
He thought for a long time and chose to bury the body just below Tian Deping's eyeballs on the wall. He firmly believed that Qingxia would agree with his choice if she were alive.
In the matter of burying Qingxia, he refused Yuwen Jianxue's help. He inserted the sword that Qingxia carried with him into the tight gaps between the bluestone bricks, fought back and forth in the gap, and finally pried up a piece of grass that was covered with grass underneath.
The moss-covered stone bricks were more than two feet thick, and then seven more were pried up from all around, forming a rectangular pit, which could just fit a coffin. Unfortunately, there was no coffin here.
After some thought, he combined the eight stone bricks, measured the appropriate size, hollowed out the innermost part to form a sarcophagus that could be spliced, and then placed Qingxia into the hollowed out hole.
At this time, Qingxia's hand was still holding Tian Deping's cold eyeballs tightly. Of course, her own hands were also cold. In this way, she would probably feel that what she was holding was a ball of warmth.
Under the stone bricks, there was black and slightly moist soil. He spent half an hour using his sword to cut out a hole about seven feet deep. After that, he asked Yuwen Jianxue to turn around and use her telepathy that she could not understand at all.
The sarcophagus was moved into the pit.
To be honest, he is not proficient in telekinesis, but in the apocalyptic era, he kindly saved a telepathic person in a battle, and later killed him because of his betrayal, and was seriously injured by the fatal telekinesis at the same time.
, it was a blessing in disguise that he harvested the seeds of driving telekinesis. He also tried to develop this ability in depth, but due to various restrictions, he achieved little success.
Yuwen Jianxue was surprised that the sarcophagus fell into the pit and made no sound, but she remained silent and did not show the slightest desire to understand.
Wu Ma filled the coffin pit with soil and spread the remaining fragments of stones on top of the sarcophagus. The wet soil filled the gaps and was as smooth as if the floor tiles had never been lifted.
Yuwen Jianxue found a large piece of gravel, cut it into the shape of a stele, and asked Wu Ma how to write on it.
After Qingxia's chest was smashed by a dancing horse, Yuwen Jianxue's wariness, jealousy, and resentment towards her disappeared in an instant, but she always felt that things were not that simple and did not really end. And Qingxia, too, did not
There is no way to leave Dancing Horse's side forever.
Sometimes, leaving means returning, and passing away will last forever. Yuwen Jianxue had an extremely ominous premonition about this.
Wu Ma put the stone tablet cut by Yu Wen Jianxue aside and said, "This is too obvious. It will be difficult for someone to rob the tomb in the future."
"How can anyone find a place like this?"
"us."
After Wu Ma said these words, the two people's thoughts were unified and they decided not to erect a monument.
Wu Ma carved a picture of an oil lamp on the wall where the eyes are hollow. When Wu Ma was carving, Yuwen Jianxue asked him what it meant. Wu Ma said, this is Qingxia's fate. His expression was serious when he spoke,
The last stroke of the oil lamp picture was carved on the wall, which was a puff of smoke on the wick, symbolizing the irreversible extinguishing of the light.
In the illustration of the dancing horse, the ancient Buddha blue lantern picture representing Qingxia also changed from color to the same black as the bear monster picture at the moment its owner lost his breath. The difference is that the purple in the picture
The green sword is still colorful, but it is duller.
Logically speaking, Wu Ma should try to see if the enlightenment technique he obtained from the ancient Buddha blue lantern picture works at this time, but he really is not in the mood to conduct any experiments at the moment.
The rest of his life was still very long, not to mention that he couldn't sleep. There was still a lot of time to kill with all kinds of detailed, complicated and weird experiments. He was suddenly a little worried. From now on, every time he faced the ancient Buddha's blue lantern
When the time comes, will he think of Qingxia and be unable to stop??.
Yuwen Jianxue looked at the everlasting green smoke carved on the oil lamp, and unexpectedly saw Qingxia's beautiful face in the mist. She looked at herself with a teasing smile, and proudly shook her white jade feet.
, declaring that she is the final winner and will always win.
Under the carving of the oil lamp, Dancing Horse had some mental illness and carved a poem called "Hide and Seek" as an epitaph. The specific content is as follows -
【hide and seek】
i can't see you
You hide in the altar
There are complex textures on the altar
And your mysterious breathing
…
i can't see you
you hide in a curse
The blade of the curse is not as sharp as your smile
But it suppressed my stinky fart
…
i can't see you
You are hiding in the statue of Tang Pagoda
The statue is actually you too
Just missing your breath
…
i can't see you
You hide in the cassock of the Skull Court
Skeletons and wooden fish wrapped in cassocks
And my killing intent wraps around you
…
i can't see you
(1,200 words omitted)
…
i can't see you
You hide in a rough and cold coffin
The coffin is buried deep in the mysterious underground
And I didn't defeat you in the end
(excerpt)
It was a very long poem in vernacular. Yuwen Jianxue said that the text not only made no sense, but was also sour and off-putting. But Wu Ma was extremely satisfied, thinking that there was a sad story and long meaning buried behind the poem. It was a pity.
Unfortunately, this meaning came at the cost of life and blood. He was proud for a while, and then fell into confusion and sadness that came from nowhere.
There were no paper money, paper houses, or paper jewelry in the tunnel. Yuwen Jianxue cut off a strand of hair, and Dancing Horse tore off a strand of cloth from his clothes and burned them. They had a tacit understanding that in such a world where both enemies and friends are full of personality and kindness.
When a wise girl is buried, there should not be a bright flame to burn away her breath lingering in the air.
The two men spread the sand dug out from the ground all over the tunnel and then came to the entrance together.
Wu Ma pressed his bloody hand on the palm print on the back of the tombstone. The tombstone shook, and then slowly rose up with a small piece of land around it and a dazed and sad body.
After the tombstone rose to the ground, the shadow flickered and disappeared into thin air.
"Is it always like this?" Dancing Horse asked.
"First time," Yuwen Jianxue squatted on the ground and carefully inspected the situation on the ground, but found no trace of the existence of a tombstone.
This further proves that everything originated from Qingxia's design. And when she was no longer willing to continue the game, she chose to unplug the power plug of the game console??.
Wu Ma lowered his head and looked at the soil under his feet. He suddenly thought that the secret of the altar in the furbolg picture must be buried in this ancient tomb. This might also be his only chance to develop the altar. He thought for a while and decided to speculate on this.
He only stayed in the cerebral cortex to fulfill the vow he had just made secretly and leave the deceased in peace.
Soon after, a team of awakened disciples and warriors from the Han Dynasty found this ancient tomb. They joined forces with the shamans on the grassland. There were many top experts in the team, but in the end the entire army was wiped out, and even their souls were imprisoned underground.
It wasn't until centuries later that the footsteps of archaeologists sounded in the tunnels filled with fine sand.
In the tranquility and coldness of the night, Wu Ma and Yuwen Jianxue left the foot of the low mountain with unusually lush vegetation. After a stick of incense, all the footprints tonight disappeared without a trace, as if they had been erased by an eraser.
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I didn’t expect that I would have to write another chapter to finish the Prairie Volume. Embarrassing??.