I collect cultural relics in the human world

"Sure enough, it's a game again." He Shi sighed without any surprise.

"Let's go out and take a look." Qin Jian seemed relaxed, but actually he was depressed. His wound has not healed, but this time the illusion is the game he is least good at, and he has no idea.

He thought of the game last night, first Fan Yu, then Jun Jiuzi. They had been reducing their numbers. The most likely possibility of failure was that all the players would be killed. But this time... for some reason, Qin Jian had a vague suspicion in his mind. First it was Xiaojiu, and then himself. This time the game seemed to be the opposite of last night. They had to try to wake up their teammates one by one.

But what does it do after awakening? Qin Jian, who knew nothing about the game, fell into deep thought.

"What have you been thinking about?" He Xiang had already stepped out of the threshold with one foot. When he saw that Qin Jian, who had just proposed to go out for a look, did not follow him, he turned around and asked.

"Asi, in the games you usually play, are there any tasks that require a few people to complete?"

"A mission that requires a certain number of people?" He Xi looked confused, as if he didn't understand what Qin Jian meant.

Qin Jian made his question more specific: "Yes, it's not something that can be done by just one person, such as avoiding patrolling NPCs or killing monsters. For example, the village diary is now shrouded in white light and we can't see it or take it out. Are there any corresponding mechanisms in the game that require multiple people to solve?"

"I know!" A bolt of lightning flashed through He Xi's brain, and the originally confusing game journey took its first direction. She looked at Qin Jian with eyes full of joy, "There is indeed such a mission, and some agencies need it. Teamwork can only be cracked. For example, devices that are far apart need to be activated at the same time to make the white light disappear. Without the art of avatars, it would be impossible to do it alone."

"The next step, we have to do two things. One is to find the device you mentioned, and the other is to wake up enough people."

"Yes." He Si rubbed her hands expectantly and walked completely into the boundless desert. The ominous blood moon enveloped her, but she felt much more relaxed than when she was in the ancient temple.

Qin Jian also walked out of the stone temple and stepped down the steps to the desert. There was a roaring sound, and the door of the ancient temple slowly closed behind the two of them. Qin Jian and He Si looked at each other, with understanding in their eyes - this was the time they had walked out of the resurrection point.

"Go east and walk around the stone temple first." Qin Jian suggested.

But before the two of them reached the corner, the clouds covering a corner of the red moon suddenly spread out as if being pulled, covering the entire red moon at a speed visible to the naked eye, with only a trace of red light revealed in the thin area. The clouds did not stop because of this, the hazy fog extended quickly, and soon it covered the sky. The night that was not clear enough now became even more gloomy.

"It's too dark." He Si frowned, and Xiao Jiu, who had already melted into the night, emitted a little orange light, which was better than nothing.

Qin Jian finally came to the corner. In the dim darkness, he saw a few sapling-like branches standing not far away and asked, "What are those?"

"Torch?" He Si also saw what Qin Jian was pointing to. As soon as the sky darkened, a torch holder appeared not far away, but there was no fire. It was really suspicious, so she took Qin Jian's hand.

"It's okay, just be careful." Qin Jian held He Si's hand instead. The torch in front of him suddenly appeared in the otherwise empty night. It was the only clue that the two of them could see. They knew it might be a trap. , I can only go there for a while.

But when Qin Jiancai took a step towards the torch, the soles of his feet softened, and his whole body sank, as if his strength had been relieved, and he fell into the yellow sand with He Si. He quickly stabilized his body, and the black gold umbrella appeared out of thin air in his hand. He opened it downwards with a snap, and the umbrella surface was supported on the sand. Only then did the two of them regain their footing.

At this moment, the entire desert also made a rustling sound. It was very far away at first, but gradually approached. From an almost inaudible rustling sound, it turned into a deafening roar. The invisible yellow sand beneath their feet actually started to flow.

"Quicksand!" He Si's face was filled with fear.

"Come up." Qin Jian was not affected by this change. He gently placed He Si's body on the umbrella and jumped up himself. There was even an air conditioner and he laughed, "Ah Si is so light." ”

After saying that, the giant black umbrella was already sailing on the sand. It was different from the last time when Qin Jian was carried on his back through the encirclement. This time, He Si's eyes widened.

The sea of ​​sand beneath his feet was swallowed up by boundless darkness. Except for Xiao Jiu, there was no trace of light between heaven and earth. The sand dunes roared and rolled like waves in the darkness, like a group of eager beasts. The small boat under their feet was like a lonely leaf. With the faint light of Xiaojiu, it was galloping among the undulating waves, like a ghost of night, shuttling in the silent sea. Occasionally, gravel splashed out, like waves, across He Si's cheek, leaving a cold touch.

The person next to her was dressed in black like ink, with fluttering skirts. The pleasure of standing side by side and galloping freely enveloped He Si after being frightened. She finally experienced it personally during this trip to the sand sea, and couldn't help but look at the distant horizon. Showing a comfortable smile.

But Shahai didn't let them go so easily. Xiaojiu slowed down his flying speed, hovered in the sky, let out a loud cry, and swooped down in front of the two of them, as if to remind them of something. Qin Jian also bent down and controlled the black umbrella to slide sideways. The holder of the torch is right in front of you, but in the deep black in front of the torch, there seems to be a layer of white waves, which is more like layers of crystal ripples splashed on the surface of the sparkling sea, with a "creep" sound. Emerging from the rustling sound of flowing yellow sand.

"Ah Si." Qin Jian called out in a low voice.

"It's white bones." He Si obviously also noticed the layer of white, but this time, she was not as frightened as before, but looked at it carefully and said firmly, "These are not the same as in the dream. , not animals, but people.”

Indeed, it was a sea of ​​skeletons. Slender and thin skeleton hands slowly stretched out from under the sand dunes, densely packed, surrounding the torch that Qin Jian and the others saw.

The extended knuckle skeleton seemed to have been buried deep in the sand for thousands of years, leaving only dense white bones, slender and curved, as stiff and sharp as a dead branch. Although it had just protruded from the ground, it was not stained with sand or dust, and was all cold and strangely white. They waved towards He Si and Qin Jian, as if they were calling from the dead, or asking for help from the outside world, or warning these two people not to get close.

The black umbrella slid sideways for a while, gradually deviating from the previous track. Qin Jian was not in a hurry. It was not until he saw He Si arching her body like a kitten and making an attack attitude that she asked Shi Shiran: "Asi, are you ready?" Ok?"

"It will not be humiliated."

Knowing that she was replying to him with the words she said last night, Qin Jian's smile became even bigger, and gradually turned into a casual attitude. He waved his hand and said, "Let's go then."

After finishing speaking, the black umbrella that was heading east stopped suddenly, suddenly turned around and continued southbound, heading towards the torch and the bones crawling out in front of the torch again. The threads on He Si's fingertips also shot out in the direction of the black umbrella. After reaching the wave of bones, they turned towards the east and west like lasers, walking close to the ground, cutting open the bones that emerged from the sand. Fall to pieces and turn into flat ground.

"sharp."

The black umbrella passed smoothly among thousands of bones. He Si turned around to see if the thing sticking out of the sea of ​​sand was an illusion or real. However, a gust of wind blew by and the gravel on the dune stopped flowing. Instead, the wind blew the skull away. Buried with hands, the sand surface became flat again, leaving no trace of the past. The clouds and mist that shrouded the red moon were also blown away, and the light once again enveloped the earth, and the quicksand land was completely restored to its original safe and harmless appearance.

When the wind stopped, Qin Jian happened to stop the black umbrella. He Si jumped down from the umbrella and walked to the place occupied by the bones in her memory. She squatted down and touched the sand with her hands.

"Wait!" Qin Jian's voice came from behind, awakening He Si who was in a daze. She retracted her hand and turned back, confused and embarrassed.

"When did Ah Si become a reckless person? Can you touch it casually? What if something sticks out and drags you in?"

"Then cut it off." He Si said it easily, and finally stood up, no longer delving into what was under the sand. Qin Jian swallowed and realized that the girl in front of him did have the capital to explore under the sand. He no longer restrained her and simply studied the torch in front of him. The moonlight has returned. Although it is not bright enough, it is still clear to see. These torches without fire are still stuck in the sand, and they feel like they are tasteless and a pity to throw away. But the journey just now was obviously not in vain. Since there were many ambushes before arriving here, it means that these torches must have their uses. Why not give it a try? Qin Jian thought, and the light of fire was already condensing on his fingertips, and he moved towards the torches. .

"Wait!" This time it was He Si who stopped Qin Jian's movements and added, "When did Mr. Qin become a reckless man? Can he light it on fire at will?"

"Am I very old now?"

"You are not old on the outside, but you are old on the inside."

"Ah Si is getting more and more stingy," Qin Jian saw He Si stretching out his paws like a kitten. He was not annoyed and said with a smile as before, "Then Ah Si, tell me, what should I do?"

"If it were in a game, this torch must not be lit casually. There would either be a prescribed order or specific rules." He Si said, then looked up at the night sky shrouded in red light, "It's a pity that there are no stars tonight. You can't even see them, otherwise, you can still be blinded by the order of the constellations."

"Mongolian?"

"Because I don't have to use my life to play the games I usually play." He Si replied angrily, "Just like when you play Xiaoxiaole, do you need to think before you act?"

"That's it..." Qin Jian also moved his gaze to the empty sky, and then scanned the ancient temple, passing by the way they came, until he saw a few torches in front of him, with a clear smile in his eyes. He continued, "I play Xiaoxiaole, but every step is planned."

He Si heard the meaning of Qin Jian's words and asked quickly: "Did you see it?"

"Yeah." Qin Jian nodded, but didn't say anything else.

"In what order?"

"It's not the order, it's the specific torches."

"Really, which one is it?"

Qin Jian pointed far away, with a look of understanding.

"How did you figure it out? Where are the clues?"

The more curious He Si became, the calmer Qin Jian became. He waited until He Si urged him to fall out, and then slowly replied: "It's an ancient formation. Only the elderly at heart can understand it."

She didn't expect Qin Jian to be waiting for her here, but He Si was still curious, so she could only mumble dissatisfiedly: "You are not much more generous than me."

"Xiu Sheng was injured and Du Jing died in shock. Have you ever heard of it?"

"Bagua map?"

"Young people are not completely ignorant."

"Qin Jian..." He Si prolonged her tone. Seeing how anxious she was, Qin Jian stopped teasing her, smiled and rubbed her hair that had just been messed up by the wind, and continued to explain: "One word difference, It is a diagram of eight formations. Three oddities and six rituals are divided into nine palaces, and are unified by armor. They are regarded as bringing good and bad luck to them, and are considered to be avoided, so they are called Dunjia. When Zhuge Kongming defended the enemy in the Three Kingdoms, he piled rubble into a stone formation, and pressed Dunjia Then divide it into eight gates: Xiu, Sheng, Shang, Du, Jing, Death, Jing, and Kai. The changes are endless, and you can become a hundred thousand elite soldiers. What you have in front of you now is the eight formation map."

He Si heard this mysterious thing and didn't know what it was about. She asked in a daze: "Then... we want to light the door of life?"

"No, the Shengmen is over there." Qin Jian turned around and pointed in the direction of the stone temple.

"The stone temple is a living gate, so what should we do?"

"In addition to the birth gate, the open and rest gates are usually also auspicious gates."

"Usually?" He Si was used to Qin Jian's characteristic of half-talking, so she asked, "What about unusual situations?"

"As expected of A Si, Ji Men will not be able to do it if he is defeated. The birth gate belongs to the earth. If it encounters a difficult position, it will be unfavorable. But this time we will not discuss Ji Men." Qin Jian looked at He Si's still confused look and said, "I'm afraid it will be necessary." Try death’s door.”

"Death door?"

"The Gate of Death also belongs to the earth and is opposite to the Gate of Life. All things are born in spring and die in autumn. All things are planted in spring and harvested in autumn, so it is named the Gate of Death. Everything is inappropriate."

"Then why choose this?"

"Because I haven't finished speaking yet," Qin Jian said. Seeing He Si couldn't help but put her hands on her hips, she quickly put away her slow tone and said quickly, "This is the gate of death. It's best to hang someone in mourning, torture and fight." , hunting and killing animals. Now that the lives in the Life Gate are frozen, it seems to have been reversed, so naturally the opposite Death Gate can only be strengthened. "

"Hanging and mourning, killing and fighting, hunting and killing animals, tonight is indeed the night...you have to add more fire to him."

"That's right." Qin Jian said, and the flames in his palms were already flourishing, heading towards the torch on the right front, penetrating the darkness like a broken bamboo, avoiding several irrelevant torches, and reaching the final destination.

With a roar, the torch burned, and the swaying firelight illuminated the expectant faces of He Si and Qin Jian, and even the coldness of the night was dispelled.

At the same time as the flames burst into flames, there was another roaring sound from the stone temple, and the door opened again.

"What is that?" He Si keenly caught a little firefly-like light escaping from the fire, fluttering and flying towards the stone temple.

"Let's go." Qin Jian didn't delay any longer. As soon as he spoke, the black umbrella appeared under him. He Si didn't need Qin Jian's reminder, and immediately stood on the small boat, and the two of them rode the wind and waves towards Shengmen.