Chapter 119
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Chapter 119
Ninghua Village has long been uninhabited, and Xiaohe Village, the closest village to Ninghua Village, is almost five miles away. With the development of Xi'an, the young people in the village have gone to work in the city, leaving only a dozen old people and children. Although the shaking and roaring of Qiongshan Mountain was fierce, it seemed much smaller against the background of thunder.
What's more, after hearing enough of the mysterious stories about the Qiongshan murder case, even if they heard the roar in the middle of the night, the superstitious old man would not allow the children to go out, but would only pray for God's blessing in the house.
However, they could not have imagined that the god they prayed to would cause huge waves in Ninghua Village, five miles away.
The sky as dark as ink is like a dark hell, swallowing up all the stars and moonlight. Only the occasional lightning brightens the sky and the earth in an instant, allowing people to distinguish where is the sky and which is the earth...
Where are the gods who save the suffering, and where are the ghosts who murder and set fire...
In the winter in Xi'an, the vegetation loses its luster, and the mountains become barren. However, the temperature in December should have dropped to several degrees below zero in previous years. Today, the cold winter has come a little late, and it is only around zero degrees in mid-December. Xi'an is a city with little rain, and December is the dry season, with almost no rain, let alone lightning and thunder like today.
It seems that it has been accumulated for several months, the sky is roaring, and the cold wind is howling, trying to pour down the rain accumulated this year.
The sky was dark and the air was dark, cold and chilling.
The howling cold wind was mixed with some inexplicable sounds that could not be seen or heard clearly. For a long time, I saw only the uninhabited old houses in Ninghua Village, which collapsed suddenly, as if they were crushed by heavy objects flying from the sky, leaving only the broken eaves and broken walls. When the heavy rain mixed with ice particles fell, the village in a mess became even more desolate and pitiful.
How long can he hold on? Su Jingmo didn't want to calculate. The shoulders, arms, and back injured by the sword rain were faintly glowing, as if a cluster of flames had sprouted in his bones and flesh for no reason. They lasted for a long time, burning his skin and causing burning pain. Su Jingmo moved a little slower, hanging in the air and looking at the collapsed houses. Su Jingmo held his breath and searched for traces of Lin Zuo. He should have hit him just now. When the house collapsed, he could still hear a person whispering. He screamed in pain, but at this moment, Lin Zuo could not be found again.
Su Jingmo did not dare to go far, fearing that Lin Zuo would attack Tan Cheng again. However, Lin Zuo was probably seriously injured by that blow.
Seeing the rain and snow falling, Su Jingmo was a ghost, so it was impossible for the rain and snow to fall on him. There was no feeling of wet clothes or coldness, but Tan Cheng was different. Tan Cheng was a living person. , not to mention lying in the wilderness in such a cold weather, it would be bad if he was soaked in the rain mixed with ice slag. What's more, Tan Cheng's body can't withstand the torture now...
When he saw Tan Cheng who was soaked and pale, Su Jingmo thought so, and flew to Tan Cheng's place, held Tan Cheng up with ghost energy, and then took Tan Cheng to fly to the house that did not collapse.
However, in this short period of time, Tan Cheng was still soaked by the rain.
Ghosts can see clearly at night, so they put Tan Cheng on the 'board' (bed) in the room. After thinking about it, Su Jingmo took off the wet clothes for Tan Cheng and pulled the quilt aside to cover Tan Cheng. superior.
This house must have been lived in not long ago, there isn't much dust. Su Jingmo looked around this strange house. There was no stove or firewood... Su Jingmo frowned slightly. It has been more than a thousand years. Is it possible that people here rely on quilts to keep warm in winter? ? Why is it worse than it was a thousand years ago?
"You make this world seem so mysterious, but I see it as nothing more than that."
"Cough...cough..."
The sound of Qin Cheng coughing was heard. Su Jingmo leaned over and looked around, only to see that Qin Cheng's originally pale face turned red. Maybe there was too much cold wind, and he had been staying in the cold tomb these past few days. Here, I didn’t eat anything, I was exhausted and caught the wind and cold. Maybe it would be better to eat something.
After tucking Tan Cheng's quilt, Su Jingmo looked around the room.
The thing on the corner table that had a smooth outside and could barely be called a pot was considered a compact item in this dilapidated house. I walked forward and wanted to open the lid to see if there was anything to eat, but I found that the pot was not there anyway. Can't be uncovered.
Su Jingmo squinted his eyes and snorted with no meaning. The ghostly aura coming out of his fingertips opened the lid in an instant...
Of course there is nothing in the pot.
I wanted to look for it again, but Lin Zuo's aura suddenly appeared outside the house. Su Jingmo snorted and disappeared in the old house in an instant.
Although there was no fire in the room, it was somewhat shielded from the wind and rain, so it was still much better than outside. Tan Cheng felt drowsy and felt someone covering him with a quilt. He already had a high fever and covered himself with the quilt. But after a while, sweat broke out. There was a lot of bleeding.
The feeling of hot and cold was really unbearable. Tan Cheng slowly opened his eyes, but could not see anything in the night. But if there is a quilt, it should be in the house. When lightning flashed outside the house, Qin Cheng finally saw that this room was the duty room of the archaeological team, which happened to be the room where he usually lived.
"Jing Mo?"
Tan Cheng's dry throat felt stinging, and he coughed twice and shouted.
Naturally, no one in the room answered.
Tan Cheng felt anxious and struggled to get up. There were clothes in the bedside cabinet. He rummaged through them, put them on casually, and stood up hastily. His top-heavy stagger made Tan Cheng stumble when he stood up. He groped his way to the door behind his body.
, press the light switch, but I don’t know where the wire is broken, and the light does not come on.
Tan Cheng struggled to open the wooden door and wanted to walk out, but he collapsed on the ground exhausted.
This body can't do anything at all... He is still alive after all, and without food and water, he can't control himself at all.
Tan Cheng gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, stood up against the wall, moved to the desk, dug out the bread and biscuits stored in the box, and swallowed them in big gulps, regardless of whether they were expired or not.
After finishing the dry food in his hand, Qin Cheng used a lighter to use some light, took out the cold tablets in the box, moved to the wall, scooped out a ladle of boiled water, and swallowed it all with the cold medicine.
After doing this, Tan Cheng had no strength and sat slumped with his back against the wall. Tan Cheng closed his eyes and breathed with difficulty. He didn't know why he was struggling like this. He obviously planned to accompany Su Jingmo. What are you doing eating these things?
It would be better to just leave and become a ghost, that... would be better.
The door of the old house creaked, and Tan Cheng hurriedly opened his eyes, but what he saw was not the person he longed for.
"Why are you here? Ahem, have you seen Su Jingmo! How is he doing now? Ahem."
Qu Zhiwen held a searchlight in his hand. He didn't care that his whole body was covered in mud. He placed the unconscious Jiang Ping on his back on the bed.
"He and Su Weiran were fighting on the top of Qiongshan Mountain. They should be fine now."
"What do you mean you're fine now?!" Tan Cheng stood up, leaning on the wall, and asked eagerly: "Who is Su Weiran? How could he..."
What he wanted to say was interrupted by a cough. Along with the violent cough, his body trembled slightly. Tan Cheng frowned and bent over, covering his chest with one hand and supporting the wall with the other. After a while, he recovered and said painfully: "What should I do?"
Qu Zhiwen looked at Tan Cheng's pale face and couldn't stand up straight, feeling a little unbearable.
"I don't know the details of Su Weiran very well... He should not be a mortal." Qu Zhiwen said and couldn't help but wonder, could it be that Su Jingyan used the bones of a Taoist inkstone to become an immortal?
"...However, I think Su Jingmo should be better."
He could see clearly how Su Jingmo was doing. Su Weiran could not withstand Su Jingmo's attack, and his body and soul were severely damaged. However, Su Jingmo was not much better. Su Jingmo was not a good person. As a cultivator, not to mention that ghosts cannot do many things. In addition, he breaks the formation and protects Tan Cheng. The soul of these more than a thousand years has long been overwhelmed...
Now fighting against Su Weiran, only relying on the ghost energy accumulated over a thousand years and his good martial arts skills during his lifetime, he could barely suppress Su Weiran.
If the two of them continue to fight, both will suffer losses...
Qu Zhiwen looked at Tan Cheng in front of him and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.
He knew from the moment Su Jingmo left the tomb that he wanted Tan Cheng to live and gave up the obsession with his soul that had guarded the tomb for thousands of years.
It is inevitable that Su Jingmo will die. I am afraid that Su Jingmo really intends to die together with Su Weiran.
To let Tan Cheng live, Qu Zhiwen thought, Su Jingmo's choice was probably the cruelest to Tan Cheng.
Seeing Qu Zhiwen's hesitation in speaking, Tan Cheng realized that things would not be that simple. Thinking of this, Tan Cheng stumbled and walked outside the house.
"Tin Cheng, you were just causing trouble to Su Jingmo!"
Tan Cheng didn't reply, he just picked up his feet and stepped out of the wooden door of the old house.
"Don't you think about why Su Jingmo did this?! Tan Cheng, he wants you to live, do you understand?"
"It's because he wants me to live!" Tan Cheng lowered his head and roared: "It's just because I know that I don't dare to die... I will give him whatever he wants, and I will agree to whatever he asks for. He, but, this is the only thing I don’t want to..."
"You think I don't know what he means? I've been with him longer than you. Do you think I can't see his wavering? I used to look forward to his response, but now, I'd rather he had no friendship with me. , I would rather he be cruel and let me guard the tomb for him, so that for thousands of years to come, I can stay where he once stayed, and I can still feel that he is still with me.
"I know he is going to disappear, but I just don't dare to think about it. I don't dare to think that he really fell in love with me. I don't dare to think about him disappearing. Without him, how will I live in the next life..."
I dare not imagine how painful Su Jingmo would be...
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