Jiaohua

Chapter 503 Protecting Senior Sister (Part [-])
"Self-protection?" Wei Xingchuan said, "You mean we need to leave?"

The woman nodded slightly, silently.

Wei Xingchuan gave her a light glance from the corner of his eye to calm himself down.

The comer is not kind, in fact, he is even worse.

It's not that serious yet, if you really want to deal with these people, although it's difficult, it's possible.

He is very familiar with the old and new mechanisms here, and he is proficient in all of them. He can't deal with them head-on, and some of them are devious methods.

Just calm down and think carefully about whether it is necessary for him to spend a lot of effort to deal with these people now.

"Those people sent out should be dead," Wei Xingchuan said slowly, "So, accumulatively, more than ten of us have died at the hands of the other party this time, which is a big loss."

He raised his hand and looked at the swollen palm: "It's not enough to leave immediately, they don't have such great power, but if we continue to deal with it, more people will inevitably die, should we stop the loss in time, or keep dying... ...Oh, I'm not stupid."

His voice is very low, talking to himself, his subordinates have long been used to it, looking at his big sleeves, like the soul-calling banner at the wind.

After being silent for a while, Wei Xingchuan turned his head slightly and called out, "Gao Yuan."

A subordinate stepped forward: "Master."

"Call Mr. Guo Guan and Fang Wei over here."

"Yes."

The men turned and left.

The woman looked at Wei Xingchuan and realized that he would not have any more conflicts, so she turned her gaze to the high platform in the distance.

Those who went with her are still alive.

At one moment she was worried that they would die in an accident, and at another moment she was afraid that they would come back, so she told Wei Xingchuan that she would abandon them first.

With complicated emotions, the woman's face was calm, and the hand in front of her was secretly clenched in the sleeve.

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The old man is still chiseling the door.

The stone gate is really too thick, thicker than all the stone gates the old man has seen here before.

The lamp holders on the wall next to the steps were all lit up, Xia Zhaoyi and Zhili sat on the stone steps, the firelight illuminated the bones all over the ground softly and clearly, as if to appease the souls of the dead.

Zhi Li was reciting the calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall softly, shaking his head from time to time, sometimes he felt that the writing was a bit beautiful, and sometimes he felt too frustrated.

"The sound of the wind is cold, and the shadow of the stone is slanting in the middle of the moon. I am not afraid of corpses like mountains, but I am only afraid of being human."

"Jade muscle thin bone Lingding pillow, should be said to be very sick, waiting for the dead."

"The corpses are like a mountain," Zhili said, looking at the long bones under the steps, "Senior sister, this can't be just about this basement. There are dead bones everywhere in this Qianqiu Palace. The corpses we saw Bones, they were all born by parents."

"Also, senior sister, who is this poet and lyricist? There should be pity in his heart, but how did he get here and what role does he play here? Why can his poems be framed and hung here ?”

He asked a lot, and for a long time, he didn't get an answer.

Zhili turned his head to the side, and found that the little senior sister rested her chin on one hand, nodding her head, almost asleep.

"Senior Sister..." Zhili called softly, "Are you asleep?"

no respond.

Sighing disjointedly, he rested his chin on one hand and looked at her little face.

Thinking about it, I was really scared. I saw her face appearing in the pillar at first glance, with that horrified appearance, I was completely sure that even if I didn't have nightmares when I went to bed tonight, I would definitely have one within three days.

However, if you sleep in this position, will the senior sister feel uncomfortable in her neck?
While he was in a daze, the old man finally broke through the stone gate and returned with a sledgehammer.

After realizing it after a while, he hurriedly turned around and made a "shh" with his index finger in front of his lips.

The old man looked at the girl and said, "She will be cold, you wake her up and find a shelter from the wind before going to sleep."

"Senior sister, are you angry about getting up?" Zhili asked in a low voice.

"No," said the old man, turned around and walked forward, picked up the torch leaning in the corner, "You try to call her, I will go out to find the mechanism, no matter whether I find it or not, I will come back within an hour, and we will leave here. "

"Good master." Zhili said.

Seeing the old man walk away, Zhili withdrew his gaze and looked at Xia Zhaoyi beside him.

"Senior sister," Zhili stretched out his hand and pushed her lightly, "Senior sister."

He didn't dare to push too hard, after a few pushes, Xia Zhaoyi didn't respond at all.

Seeing her gradually flushed, and abnormally red face, Zhi Xin felt worried.

"Senior sister, wake up." Zhili said again.

"Alas." Zhili sighed, unable to bear to disturb her, turned his head to look elsewhere.

The wind was blowing in waves, and it was freezing to the bone, so it was impossible to sleep here.

He thought for a while, got up and took off his coat, spread it on the ground, and laid Xia Zhaoyi on the ground.

Fortunately, the platform is wide and long, so it is not a problem for two adults to lie side by side.

The delicate lamp holders on the wall were so strong that he studied them with the dagger for a while before removing them.

One by one, they were placed on the steps that Xia Zhaoyi went up and down, and then he ran up to carry the stones hewn out by the old man, ran back and forth dozens of times, and built a wall on three sides of the steps. Low walls to protect against high winds.

In this way, a little warm little room is ready.

Zhili sat down at the bottom of the steps, yawned, also felt sleepy, he raised his hand and patted his face, clenched the dagger in his hand, not allowing himself to sleep.

Just now, when he followed Xia Zhaoyi, he saw several crossbows on the ground, but he dare not go to pick them up now.

He always felt that he was very courageous, but he was still scared when he came to such a place full of bones.

Thinking about it, he yawned again.

He twisted the back of his hand, tears glistening in pain, determined not to sleep.

Just as he was wiping away his tears, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt his body shake in a trance.

He lowered his head and looked at the ground around him.

It's quiet, nothing.

But he is a vigilant and sensitive person, he immediately got up from the ground without any sleepiness.

After standing for a long time, nothing happened.

He let out a sigh of relief, relieved himself, and sat back down again, but he didn't dare to be sleepy anymore, focused all his attention, and kept his thoughts around.

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Holding a sledgehammer in one hand and a torch in the other, the old man walked along the road, wherever there was a lamp holder and a short wooden brazier, he lit a fire.

Fang came out from the end, and when he stepped on the steps on the edge of the cliff, the wind brought a fishy smell, full of blood.

As the torch shone step by step, the blood became thicker, and a drop of blood trickled down from above.

There were nearly ten corpses scattered about on the high platform, and they hadn't been dead for long. They were the group of people who were in the basement before he let them go.

They died with long swords. Looking at the location of the injury and the shape of the wound, the opponent's swordsmanship was fierce and fierce, without any sloppy or soft hands.

Before Xia Zhaoxue came, it was very likely that it was Shen Lie.

It's strange, the dead body is not far away, although the stone steps here are hidden, but from this angle, the stone steps can be seen completely, Shen Lie should have no reason not to come down to check.

Unless, there are other targets that attract him more, it may be a road, or it may be a person.

The old man raised his eyes and looked around, the high platform was as big as a wilderness, there was no shelter around it, the wind was blowing randomly, the torch in his hand was shaking from side to side, it was in danger.

(End of this chapter)