stand back, let me come

Chapter 174: Chaos in Xiaocheng City (174) 【Ask for a monthly ticket】

After the sheriff was trampled to death, Qi Shan was silent for a long time.

Shen Tang squatted by the stream to wash his feet and shoes.

Listening to the sound of the gurgling stream, she broke the silence suddenly: "Yuanliang, what kind of person is your friend?"

Qishan said: "A very good person has a soft heart and a soft ear. Because he often helps others, he makes his life difficult... There are few people in this world who can be better than him, but a good person has a short life..."

In a trance, it seems that the young man's voice is still echoing in his ears, the tone is gentle and smiling, clear and crisp, different from the hoarseness and weakness after several days of starvation, food and water in the secret place of "Book Mountain".

[There is good and evil in the world, but in the end, good outweighs evil.If we look on the sidelines at the suffering good people because of the evil people, how are we different from the evil people?Helping others is only for the sake of being ashamed, not for how others are grateful.Because of choking, you can't eat without food. 】

【A Qu, your idea is not acceptable. 】

How can a normal person be so stupid?He was bitten back by the white-eyed wolf a few times and didn't remember the lesson. When he met Yancheng, he lost his life.

He didn't use fancy words to describe how good his best friend was, and the friend he remembered was just a young man with an immature face, only four years older than the young man beside him.But in his memory, he is like a brother like a father, a teacher like a friend...

Is his life benefactor.

Qishan looked at the stream and let out a long sigh.

"Because of his problem, when I was young, I often persuaded him not to care about so many things. I told him not to trust others! And don't reach out to help someone who looks pitiful... The ghost knows whether it is a person or a cloaked person. A ghost with human skin! But he doesn’t listen, not even once.” Not only did he not listen, but he also spent two months suppressing him, and Qishan got black face every time.

He said a lot of similar things, and every time he promised well, what to do when he turned his head, and if someone came to ask for help, he didn't know how to write the word "rejection".The family is so poor that there is only a room full of books left, and the rice bowl is so clean that even mice don't bother to patronize it.

In fact, Qishan is not qualified to persuade like that.

After all, he himself was one of the rescued.

In terms of background, this best friend is not bad, but his family is poor.As long as he thinks, the noble reputation of his ancestors and the support of his mother's family can allow him to obtain wealth that ordinary people can't imagine.But he would rather maintain the status quo, and is so poor that he needs to write a storybook anonymously.

Shen Tang: "Market storybook? What's the content?"

Praying for silence.

Emmm——

Seven out of ten books are unspeakable.

Qishan changed to a more elegant rhetoric: "Enlightened..."

Shen Tang: "Enlightenment?"

The corner of Qishan's mouth twitched: "The boudoir... Enlightenment..."

The best friend is responsible for providing material inspiration and content, praying for strong painting skills, and responsible for selling paintings. They join forces - there are storylines, ups and downs; there are scenes and actions, which are exciting and exciting.

Those unconstrained scenes and imaginations, magnificent descriptions and scenery provide countless imagination space for those descendants and celebrities who are upright on the surface, but also eager to move behind the scenes.This job once became a big income for the family.

It also prevents Qishan from looking directly at his best friend...

How did a young man who had never set foot in the land of fireworks come up with so many tricks based on his imagination? When asked, people said, "There is Yan Ruyu in the book"... Yan Ruyu can teach these things? ? ?

Shen Tang: "..."

Good guy, this young scribe with white skin, black eyes, red lips and white teeth is not only full of knowledge, but also full of knowledge.

Just based on the simple description of Qishan, a young man with a kind and soft heart, a stubborn and simple personality, and a lot of strange skills gradually emerged in his heart.That is indeed a very interesting person, and that is what makes it a pity.

"One thing - Yan Cheng may be right."

Qi Shan opened his mouth quickly.

"what?"

"As far as being despicable, I'm no different from him." Qi Shan showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and asked, "Do you know how I survived?"

Shen Tang: "..."

I don't want to know emotionally, this is the wound of praying for goodness, and it will be a bloody pain once it is opened.Reason told her that it was better to know than not to know.A wound covered will only fester to the bone.

Shen Tang asked softly: "How did you survive?"

Maybe it's the vengeance that was avenged, and praying for goodness rarely gave birth to an urge to confide, forcing myself to think about it like self-torture.

"That secret place hides an army formation made of rocks. There are eight schools and eight formations around, and the army is the main formation. There are a total of nine main formations, and the banner is divided into 64 small formations. The large formations are surrounded by small formations, and the formations are opposite each other. The combination of the suits is dangerous. Once you enter the battle, you will be close to death..."

Probably some predecessor brought out a part of the broken formation, which fell into Shi Wu's hands, and researched a very wicked way to crack the stone formation by relying on crooked methods.Sacrifice one person in exchange for the position of the gate of death, and the other person can exit through the gate of life.

Neither he nor "Qi Shan" knew this. They walked around the secret place of Stonehenge for several days, experiencing countless illusions—or monstrous waves, or landslides, or mountains of swords and seas of fire...It seems to be fake, but falling But it is true in the body, and it is hard to distinguish the true from the false.

He was exhausted in order to survive, and had to exhaust his energy to study how to break through and escape.Without food and water, even in the "Mountain and Sea Holy Land" where the air of heaven and earth is abundant, the two of them can't survive for long, until they are extremely hungry and thirsty, creating mirage-like illusions, leading them to kill each other.

Qi Shan said: "The person who died... should have been me... because of his scribe's way, the stone formation he received was much smaller than mine..."

Friends wake up one step ahead of him.

Even if Qishan died at that time, he was ignorant.

"I'd rather he eat my corpse, eat meat and drink blood..."

But he survived.

When he woke up weakly, his mouth was full of the smell of iron, the blood remaining at the corner of his mouth had dried up, and the illusion around him turned into a snow-capped mountain peak blowing a snowstorm.His friend's clothes were all covering him, and he was hugged in his arms, covering him with his weak body temperature.

All that remains is a distorted suicide note written tremblingly with blood on his frozen fingers.Qishan clenched his hands on his knees: "It's said to be a suicide note, but it's actually just half a sentence...but I know what he wants to say."

The two traveled together.

Once in danger, although the young man was young, his stubbornness was embarrassing. He once said firmly: [No brother will let his younger brother die in front of him, even if he is going to die, he should go to hell for you road!Otherwise, how can I be a brother! 】

Shen Tang didn't know how to comfort and pray for good.

"Then, how did you break out of the formation?"

Qishan's expression was numb: "The formation is not broken..."

"No?"

Then how to survive?
That Stonehenge was full of dangers, and they were tortured so badly when there were two people, let alone Qi Shan, who was exhausted and had too much energy to breathe.Qishan smiled bitterly: "Because after six or seven hours, the raging snowstorm will end, and the 'Book Mountain' will be closed!"

This is how he saved his life.

When he was waiting to die, he felt the only close friend in his life who was not a brother but was better than a brother. His body went from still warm to completely stiff and cold like an ice sculpture...and was left in the "Book Mountain" forever.

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