Haiyan

Chapter 28

It seemed that a gust of wind suddenly came from the depths of the darkness, and the wooden door closed suddenly with a "bang", the sound echoed in the invisible depths, and the coolness wrapped in a dark and strange air instantly frightened Chang Sheng. Shallow goosebumps.

He didn't dare to make a sound, so he could only stretch out his hand tightly to hold Li Su's neck in his arms. The young man seemed to be a little bit interested. Warm yellow lights.

It was so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing, Chang Sheng's warm breath patted Li Su's shoulder, and the slight heat that was often aroused gradually eased the tense body of the young man.

No one spoke.

Silence, stillness, darkness, soundless.

Like an invisible sharp blade, it moved in all directions, and then followed the stone steps under the feet, layer by layer, extending to the deepest point.

I don't know how long it took, and when Chang Sheng summoned up a bit of courage to open his eyes a little, Li Su was already standing on the bottom of the open space, and the lights that lit up along the stone steps behind him began to light up one by one. It was extinguished, and then the only remaining light illuminated the entire hall, sprinkled on the mourning hall in the center like a sacrifice!

As far as the eye can see is a huge square. The familiar bronze lion head hangs on the wall of the hall. In the direction facing the stone steps, the lion head is huge, with sharp fangs, and the strange candlelights on both sides dance slightly. After a moment, the lion's head, which was as tall as a man, was particularly ferocious.

Placed under the bronze lion head is a stone table with a width of one foot and a length of two feet. Due to the accumulation of years, the table has been covered with a layer of dust that is three inches thick. The sides of the table are left over from years ago. The bronze wine cup, after the baptism of the years, has become stained and stained. With a light lift of the hand, the overflowing dust can be shaken off in an instant.

The whole palace is square and square, and there is a round stone pillar in each corner, engraved with secret words similar to the ancient Tengwen, as well as monsters with strange powers and gods.

Still, deadly still.

Carrying the Changsheng on his back for a long time, coupled with the injury on his leg, Li Su's body is really a little hard to support at the moment. The two of them only ate some wild fruits outside just now, which really can't provide much energy for the body. He suddenly Turning his head to break the silence, he asked Chang Sheng softly, "Are you okay?"

As if being poked on the flesh by something, Chang Sheng came to his senses and said, "Okay, okay!"

Li Su then gently put him down, moved his numb arms a few times, looked up at the bronze lion head, and said, "Where have you seen this thing before?"

Chang Sheng immediately rolled his eyes and said, "This is a totem that only the Lord of the Grassland can use, and it's in my father's golden tent."

As soon as the words fell, the two of them suddenly looked at each other, and immediately understood - since it is something that can only be used by the prairie lord, then this place should be the underground palace built by some lord, right?

Li Su seemed to have forgotten the injury on his leg, and now he was walking without a limp. He went forward and lightly brushed the dust on the stone table, and then he coughed a few times, his voice resounding in the open and deep underground. It came from the palace, and the echo lingered for a long time.

With the sweeping of his cuffs, clear inscriptions floated up from the stone table bit by bit——

"In the past, the sky wolf was killed with a knife, and Changsha stepped on the Jiujiang River for 1 miles. The iron hoof swept the wilderness in anger. Where can I return to the ruins to look at the mountains and rivers? Regret! Looking back at the pictures of the emperor, I regret leaving a page in history, [-] The ground is full of gold and blood, looking north at the pagoda, Chang Hong Huabi. The time has passed for more than a thousand days, Wushan is full of clouds, and the sea is hard to cover. Thinking about ten miles away, the sound of iron hooves, singing nine tunes, suppressing mountains and rivers. Helpless years The sky, pointing to King Tieqin." 【Note [-]】

The place where the pen is written is: 310 and seven years of the Great Wilderness Calendar.

Li Su's eyebrows twitched intuitively. In the seventh year of 310, it happened to be the year before the death of King Tierqin.

Wipe off the dust on the handwriting carefully, the pimple between the young man's brows can't help but get tighter and tighter. If this underground palace was really built when King Tierqin was alive, now 500 years of time have passed, unexpectedly It is really rare that it can be kept in such good condition.

"Gold and blood all over the ground...Looking north at the pagoda..."

Li Su chewed these words in his mouth carefully. When King Tierqin dominated the Spring and Autumn Period, he must have often lamented the glory of the years and the sadness of the lonely shadow. How could such a sigh come out of such a person...

Suddenly his body became hot, Li Su came back to his senses, and saw Changsheng sticking it like a dog's skin plaster, and asked: "What is this writing, show me."

Chang Sheng subconsciously wiped the dust on Li Su's body. He thought he did it smoothly, but in fact he didn't see the helplessness and smile suddenly provoking from the corner of the latter's eyes. Li Su let him do it, and didn't say anything. What.

"I didn't expect this palace to be built during my ancestor's reign. It's really rare, but what is this place used for?"

Li Su said: "I don't know, but it looks a bit like the imperial tomb of the Western Han Dynasty."

Changsheng said: "What imperial mausoleum? That's something you only have in the Eastern Continent. When our Northern Continent's monarch dies, he will ask Changshengtian and Aman to do it together, and then choose a good day to dispose of the corpse. Those who were sent to Tianchi to be cremated and ascended to heaven, Beilu people yearn for freedom, and our souls will be sent by the wind to be rebaptized by Nuwa."

Li Su couldn't help laughing and said, "It seems to be true."

Chang Sheng stared, "You still don't believe me? When my grandfather King Uda Khan passed away, I was watching from the sidelines. What are you kidding me about?"

Li Su thought for a while, raised his eyebrows and said, "If I remember correctly, King Uda Khan passed away eight years ago. You were less than one year old at that time, so you can remember?"

Chang Sheng was exposed by his blunt words, and felt that he couldn't get off the stage at the moment, so he stepped on Li Su suddenly, and said fiercely: "Hey, what do you mean! I didn't lie to you, believe it or not, I will pull you down."

Li Su: "I didn't say I didn't believe you, it was you who said it all the time."

Chang Sheng: "..."

"Forget it, hurry up and find a way to get out, I always feel that this place is eerie and scary."

Li Su was a little surprised, and deliberately asked: "You also know that you are afraid?"

Chang Sheng snorted coldly, and retorted: "I see that you are afraid, what do I have to be afraid of? If something happens, I have to protect you, what a burden."

Li Su lowered his eyes and smiled.

Chang Sheng seemed to have forgotten the pain in his back, and circled around a few times with his hands behind his back, then squatted in front of a stone pillar, carefully drew the strange Teng text on it with his hands, and waved to Li Su: "Come and see , what is written here?"

Li Su lifted the corner of his clothes lightly, squatted down and looked over for a long while, but seeing his brows were tightly frowned and his face solemn, Chang Sheng couldn't help but his heart skipped a beat, and asked, "What do you see?"

Li Su didn't speak.

Chang Sheng was even more uncertain, and asked: "It can't be some kind of curse..."

Li Su shook his head, Chang Sheng became impatient, and asked: "Then you should speak quickly."

Li Su: "I don't understand."

Chang Sheng: "..."

"But I know these symbols." He said immediately, and then reached out and pointed at the twitchy pictures and texts above, "These words correspond to the ones we saw on the case table just now. That passage."

His fingers are slender and strong, with well-defined joints, and his nails are neatly trimmed and very clean. The faint pink color on them is reflected in the strange candlelight, making him look a little pale. Winding around the sideburns, breathing interspersed with breath, it seems a bit too intimate.

"In the past, I only heard that King Tie'erqin slaughtered the land of Beilu with 30 Tiefu massacres, but I didn't think it was because of this."

Chang Sheng asked: "What kind?"

Li Su took a deep breath and asked with a dignified expression, "Have you heard of the golden blood?"

Chang Sheng was taken aback, and said with a smile: "What gold and silver, isn't human blood red? Gold blood, is he a monster?"

Li Su shook his head and said: "According to records, since the early days of Hongmeng, there have been legends about the choice of the heavenly emperor - in this world, every 500 years there will be an overlord who rules the entire continent. He came to this world with the blood of gold, and after passing through a node, he became a monarch who is obeyed by all people."

Chang Sheng pouted his nose, and asked: "Then his blood is different from ours since he was a child, is it golden?" He suddenly sighed regretfully: "Isn't it true that he will be regarded as a monster since he was a child! "

Li Su said: "No, the person carrying the blood of gold is no different from us ordinary people. Only when his heart is full of great resistance and anger, or when he is on the verge of extinction, will the power in his body burst out. And they often don't know it themselves, and once this power breaks out, the consequences will be immeasurable."

Chang Sheng: "Could it be that my ancestor was the chosen emperor 500 years ago? That's not right, he only ruled the Northland, and the Eastland area is not under our control."

Li Su sighed and said, "I'm not too sure about this. After all, more than 500 years have passed, and there are not many records about King Tie'erqin in the history books. People only know about his great achievements, but they don't know too many of them. The details, so I have no way to explore, but in the passage just now, it was written that '500 miles of gold and blood are all over the ground', I guess, King Tierqin should be the chosen emperor [-] years ago."

Chang Sheng chuckled, and said in a breathless voice: "Then, I probably have golden blood on my body? Hey, it's just been 500 years. Tell me, will I be the chosen emperor?"

Li Su suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched his face, with a hint of imperceptible affection in his tone: "...The golden blood will not be inherited in eight or nine out of ten, what are you thinking!"

Chang Sheng squatted on the ground with his knees spread wide and his arms slightly resting on top, looking like a street gangster. He leaned towards Li Su's face and said, "How do you know that you won't inherit it? Maybe I just happen to have it! Besides, in this peaceful and prosperous age, if that person with golden blood really wants to rebel or something, isn’t he mentally ill!”

When Li Su heard the words 'peace and prosperity', his heart tightened for no reason. He turned his head and looked at Chang Sheng. It was bright again, as if it was filled with stars, a little bit sprinkled in his eyes, illuminating a certain part of his body very brightly.

"There is no such thing as a peaceful and prosperous age..." He thought to himself, the words he wanted to say almost came out, but he was suppressed. Chang Sheng was only nine years old, and he told him about the Western Han Dynasty. How much can you understand?

"The descendants of Fuxi back then were the guardians who specially protected the golden blood. It's just that for so many years, the Heluo and Kuafu tribes have disappeared one after another, and Fuxi's whereabouts have been mysterious for hundreds of years. We only know where they lived in the nine dynasties. On Yi Mountain, after all, no one knows the exact location, that Kuang Zichu is also the only descendant of Fuxi I know."

Chang Sheng snorted, and said, "When you say that, I think of someone."

Li Su: "?"

Chang Sheng: "It's Niubi, who said he was a descendant of Heluo, and I said he was a liar. Heluo is gone, and he doesn't know which rock crevice he came out of."

Li Su raised his eyebrows, his face turned serious, and said, "Is he a descendant of Heluo?"

Chang Sheng spread his arms and said disdainfully: "That's right, not only did he say that he is a descendant of Heluo, but also that his teacher is that Kuang or something. Fortunately, I am smart enough to know that he can't spit ivory out of his mouth to deceive people. As far as his virtue is concerned, even if the Heluo tribe still exists, it is not his turn to be a descendant."

A series of inexplicable thoughts flashed slowly through Li Su's mind, but the thoughts came too fast and went faster. He wanted to catch them, but he was in vain. Thinking of the cherries that Changsheng gave him before, he didn't know what to do. Why, I always feel that something is wrong.

"Hey, look." Chang Sheng nudged him lightly, pointed to the picture carved on the stone pillar, and asked, "Is this holding a torch? Why do I look a bit like Aman?" dress up?"

Li Su said: "I don't know a lot about Beilu, but it looks like it's doing something religious."

Chang Sheng clicked his tongue twice, and walked towards another stone pillar, but just as he lifted his leg, the ground suddenly trembled violently, and then there was a loud "boom" outside, the two of them subconsciously glanced at each other, and then At this moment, the gravel on the cave began to shake down with the loud noise, and smashed towards the two people in the square.

"careful!"

With a loud shout, Li Su jumped up subconsciously and rushed towards Changsheng. As soon as he finished speaking, there was a bigger and stronger tremor——

The accident seemed to happen in an instant!

The author has something to say: [Note 1]: The impression of "Da Gengjiao Oath to Kill Posts under the Moon" was too deep and shocking, and then I imitated myself and made a crappy little poem, (disgraceful) , refusal to spray

These chapters are all turning points, and writing is very difficult. A lot of foreshadowing has to be laid, and it usually takes two or three days to finish writing a chapter. Fortunately, I am saving the manuscript, otherwise it will not come out that day. If there is no little red flower, I will force it The disease is about to occur,