Tomb Raiders in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 28
Zhang Faqiu broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly asked, "Are the blue scales gone?"

"No..." The soldier's voice came, "It's just... a layer of blue liquid was formed on the top of the head, like... a layer of oil!"

"A layer of oil?" After Zhang Faqiu heard it, he felt it carefully. He didn't feel any attachment on his back. When he reached out and touched it, there was indeed a greasy, sweaty feeling... What the soldier said The cyan oil on the skin should be his own sweat.

Zhang Faqiu was stunned and speechless, his sweat turned green.

"Huh—" Zhang Faqiu took a deep breath, this is completely scaring himself...

It's just... why is there blue sweat coming out?This sweat actually has a delicate plant fragrance on it.

"Look at you!" Zhang Faqiu pointed to the other two soldiers. The two soldiers were pale and asked the people around them to check for themselves.

There were still cyan scales on their backs, and no cyan liquid flowed out. Zhang Faqiu personally walked over and touched the scales on their backs with his fingers, and the tentacles were cold!
Zhang Faqiu exchanged feelings with these two soldiers, and they were almost the same.

"No way, whether he can survive or not depends on his own good fortune." Zhang Faqiu sighed, and there were three left with him, and the other two had no changes in their backs, except for himself. There has been a change, does this mean that it will be my turn next?
Zhang Faqiu picked up a bowl of water, moistened his lips, and said in a low voice, "Look out, I'm going into Fengcheng tomorrow to find out the news."

After saying this, Zhang Faqiu cast his eyes on the remaining two people: "If you feel abnormal in your body, tell the people around you right away that although it is uncomfortable to be hung up, it is better than losing your life." .”

Zhang Faqiu said that if he entered Fengcheng, he might be able to find a way to survive, and he could only wait for death if he stayed here.

Everyone knew that this was a military order from above, and no one dared to disobey it.

Zhang Faqiu and Xiahou Dun's confidantes, disguised as refugees, scattered like in the city, and began to inquire about the news in the city.

After walking for half a day, Zhang Faqiu walked from the west city to the east city. He changed into clean clothes with the gold horseshoe that Xiahou Dun gave him, and he looked like a handsome young man.

After leaving the Silk and Satin Village, Zhang Faqiu was hungry, and was about to find a restaurant to eat and drink, when he suddenly saw a Taoist-looking man blocking his way.

The man looked at him with a smile, Zhang Faqiu responded with a smile, and was about to walk over from the side.

"When was the thing on the back stained?" The old Taoist's abrupt voice sounded, and Zhang Faqiu stopped in his tracks and looked back at the old Taoist.

"What did you say?" Zhang Faqiu's heartbeat accelerated violently.

"When did the thing on the back become infected?" the old Taoist repeated.

Zhang Faqiu clasped his hands and said, "Please ask the Taoist priest for his Dharma name."

"Haha! Don't dare to bear it, poor Daoist Zuo Ci!"

"Zuoci!" Zhang Faqiu's heart was shocked. This guy was a fairy-like figure in the late Eastern Han Dynasty. In the circle of later generations, he passed this guy down like a god, and he never wanted to play tricks on others. This fairy-like character.

"There is an inn not far ahead, the younger generation will meet the Taoist priest today, and ask the Taoist priest to give him face!" Zhang Faqiu laughed.

Zuo Ci flicked his sleeves, pretending to be an outsider, and smiled slightly: "Lead the way!"

Zhang Faqiu was overjoyed, he led Zuo Ci into an inn, asked for an upper one, waited for Zuo Ci to drink for three rounds, then left the table and knelt down and said: "I also ask the Taoist priest to save me!"

Zuo Ci held the white porcelain wine cup and said with a smile: "Mr. is responsible for the burial scriptures. It is not Daoist treasures since ancient times. Why can't we save ourselves?"

Zhang Faqiu stared: "How does the priest know that I have a funeral scripture?"

Zuo Ci smiled slightly, motioned Zhang Faqiu to sit back, then pointed to the center of Zhang Faqiu's eyebrows and said: "There is a green energy between your eyebrows, this is a resentful curse, only the spirits containing the energy of dragon veins died on you In your hand, this kind of curse will appear, tell me, what did you do to hurt the sky and reason?"

"And I also smell a smell from your back that humans shouldn't have."

Hearing these words, Zhang Faqiu couldn't recover for a while, and finally opened his mouth and said: "A big green snake!"

"Huh?" Zuo Ci's eyebrows were about to stand up, and he lowered his voice and said, "But the first emperor appeared in the court hall as a leaping green snake?"

"I don't know if it's that one, but it's definitely a big green snake!" Zhang Faqiu had never seen that big green snake before, so he couldn't decide if they were the same big green snake, he thought of what Xiahou Dun said , add a sentence:
"I heard from people here that there is a mountain dozens of miles away to the east called Longgui Mountain. A few years ago, a Taoist said that the big green snake that frightened the holy car in the first emperor's dynasty ended up here, so that The mountain was renamed Longgui Mountain.”

"So that's how it is! So that's how it is!" Zuo Ci murmured some bits and pieces, and then asked, "Where did that Taoist go?"

"I heard from people here that the county magistrate felt that the man was bewitching the crowd, so he tied him up and wanted to burn him to death, but the man turned into a piece of dead wood in the fire."

"This! How is it possible?" Zuo Ci looked excited, "Are you sure?"

"Sure, that guy will never lie to me!" Zhang Faqiu affirmed, what Xiahou Dun told him himself would naturally not be false.

"Forget it, this is destiny." Zuo Ci sighed, looked at Zhang Faqiu and said, "You have moved the things that have not changed, and you can live until now, you must have used the technique of raising death in the funeral scriptures. I have only seen this thing in the ancient books of the ancestors, and those who have used the technique of substitute death will have spiritual light emanating from the center of their brows."

"Spiritual light?" Zhang Faqiu said in shock, "It's too mysterious."

"No! It's not mysterious at all. You can't see it yourself, but you insist on instilling the dew on the leaves of the laurel tree in the morning. After three months, your eyes will become psychic and you will be able to see things that ordinary people can't see. " Zuo Ci said seriously.

Zhang Faqiu asked: "Sir, is there a way to save me?"

Zuo Ci pondered for a moment, then said: "Give me the burial scriptures, and I will tell you how to survive. As for whether you can succeed, it depends entirely on your own destiny."

"This?" Zhang Faqiu hesitated. This person could tell at a glance that he had used the technique of surrogate death recorded in the funeral scriptures.

After all, the burial is his biggest secret. After he appeared in this world, he never told anyone about it.

"To tell you the truth, the younger generation didn't get the complete burial scriptures. Everything in hand was handed down from our ancestors. If the Taoist priest is willing to help me, I can silently write it to the Taoist priest."

Zuo Ci hurriedly said: "Okay! It's a deal!"

(End of this chapter)