Master of the city

As early as when he first came here, Zhang Fan had seen this towering building from a distance. Now he can see that the gate building in front of him is a miniature version of the Forbidden City. If I stand here and take a picture, I'm afraid I'll send it to my circle of friends. People will only ask why it's so dark in Beijing. Is it too heavy haze?

However, there is one difference, that is, there were originally seven outer Jinshui bridges on Jinshui River outside the Forbidden City, but only three of them were built here because of their small scale.

"Shifu, you Chinese people are really powerful. I've been to the Forbidden City above the ground. I dare say that the Capitol Hill of the United States is not one-third of the Forbidden City. My God, there is a forbidden city underground. You Chinese people are really powerful."

Da Lao Hei's eyes finally moved away from Jia Ru's body, looking at the familiar red wall and green tile, his mouth just kept exclaiming.

"All the buildings are man-made. As long as you are willing to spend money, you can build one in the future, but don't think about the details. After all, you have no history."

While brother fan is proud, he does not forget to damage Da Laohei's motherland.

"Oh, master, you are not friendly. Although our country has no history, you don't have to say it in my face. Nah, Nah, in order to make up for my hurt heart, I want to be the first to go to that palace. "

Big black's mouth is never willing to stop, while saying, while excited to go to the bridge.

"Come back to me!"

"Hoo", big black chest pocket suddenly something burning up.

Zhang Fan steps forward, grabs Da Laohei's ear and drags it back. Before, he always heard that black people's IQ is low, and Zhang Fan doesn't have any specific feelings. Da Laohei is very exciting at ordinary times. Who knows that when it comes to excitement, his IQ disadvantage is exposed.

Do you really think you are the protagonist of the second novel or something? I just cooked a bucket of boiled meat last night, and you were also there. How could you forget? Do you want to cook another bucket tonight? No one will eat it even if it's dark.

"Don't make trouble, Zhang Fan. How can we cross the Jinshui River?"

Jia Ru has taken many instruments out of her bag and put them on the ground. It seems that she wants to do some research when Zhang Fan solves the problem of crossing the river.

"Jinshui River? I'm afraid you've been mistaking the name of the river

Hearing Jia Ru's words, Zhang Fan loosens Da Laohei's ears, takes out a pure heart Fu from his cloth bag, and throws a broken Sha Fu to Da Laohei. What just burned on Da Laohei's chest is Zhang Fan's broken Sha Fu. In this place, the evil spirit is very strong.

"It doesn't matter what's your name. How do you live?"

Jia Ru is not interested in the name of the river.

"No, sometimes names are important. There are some names you won't touch when you know them. "

Zhang Fan took a look at Da Laohei around him. Although he had put away the broken amulet, his eyes were still dull gradually. So he raised his hand and slapped Da Laohei on his head. Da Laohei was excited when he was in a hurry, and he woke up instantly.

"Just now Lao Hei's evil spirit was broken by the burning of his evil spirit, but his eyes were still confused, which showed that this place was not just evil spirit. Maybe this is the last barrier to guard the underground imperial city. To think about the past, first of all, we need to find out what its name is

When Zhang Fan spoke, he took off his simple gas mask and took a deep breath of air. There was a faint smell of blood in the air, nothing else. He looked around on the ground and left many tools here. One of them was a metal bucket with a long handle, which made Zhang Fan more satisfied.

He went to pick up the metal bucket, then pasted three heart clearing charms on his heart, recited the pure heart mantra in his mouth, and moved slowly towards the river.

Although he didn't open his eyes, Zhang fan can still see that the gas field on the river is mainly black, which is the home of Yin Qi and resentment, but the evil spirit is not so heavy. Resentment has a serious impact on people's spirit, which is why people who have been close to the river will have a lot of negative emotions.

"Puyi", the long handle metal bucket was stabbed into the water by Zhang Fan. He pulled the long handle and stirred the metal bucket in the slowly flowing Yinhong river. There was no monster on the river, but Zhang Fan's nose still caught a slight odor.

Zhang Fan's heart moved. He suddenly felt that there was an inspiration in his mind, but he didn't know how to grasp it. Where is the inspiration? Is it on the three waijinshui bridges or the stink in the river?

Wait! Zhang Fan suddenly found something wrong. He seemed to have said to Jia Ru just now that if you know some names, you may not easily touch them. That is to say, you just had a bottom in your heart. How can you forget it now? Looking down, one and a half of the three heart clearing charms on the chest have turned black.Zhang Fan was not thinking about it any more. He took another step and went to the place only two steps away from the river. According to his intuition, he quickly stabbed the metal bucket with long handle into the direction of the bottom of the river. Then when the last heart clearing amulet turned black, he withdrew and lifted the long handle to scoop up a bucket from the bottom of the river.

Just for a moment, a foul smell came out of the barrel. That kind of stink is intolerable. Jia Ru with a poker face leans directly to the side and retches. So does Liu Hanwen. Da Laohei and the two soldiers perform a little better, but their faces are also very ugly.

Zhang Fan quickly twisted his wrist and let the bucket turn down. A bucket of black and smelly water poured out of the bucket and into the river. The black water seemed unwilling to stay on the river for a second. As soon as it fell into the river, it immediately sank to the bottom.

Zhang Fan threw down the metal bucket with a long handle, raised his hand and patted his head three times in a row, then turned his head to a place where there was no one and vomited wildly.

You know, Jia Ru and some of them are wearing simple gas masks. They all stink like that. Zhang Fan even takes off the gas masks. How can they stand the strong stench.

"My God, my God, what on earth did they put under the river? Is it a mixture of rotten durian and stool? My Zhenwu emperor, the most smelly thing I've ever seen in my life can hardly compare with one tenth of it. Did you put the mixture I just mentioned in the microwave oven for half an hour and then put it on the fire to cook? Thank God, during the Korean War, Huaxia did not use this kind of thing as a weapon, otherwise my great grandfather would never have returned to the United States alive. "

Big black has been incoherent. Even his great grandfather had been on the Korean battlefield to say, and this immediately let the two soldiers cast a bad look at him.

"Oh, sorry, sorry. My great grandfather was just a doctor, doctor."

Da Laohei also knew that he had made a slip of the tongue and quickly explained. However, although they are dissatisfied with his great grandfather's identity, they appreciate his string of adjectives. If they want to describe them by themselves, they really can't find such an appropriate expression.

Zhang Fan squatted there, not to mention the breakfast in the morning, even the dinner last night. When Jia Ru saw him like this, he quickly took a bottle of water out and sent it to Zhang Fan's hand. Zhang Fan rinsed his mouth for another five minutes before he managed to suppress the nausea.

After throwing away the mineral water bottle, Zhang Fan slapped his head twice.

This river is really powerful. Just standing on the bank, his resentment has affected his mind.

"Everyone, get ready to turn around and go back. I know what this river is

After vomit madly, Zhang Fan whole person appears a little frail.

"What river is it, and why go back?"

Jia Ru's voice is rare with a bit of dissatisfaction. Like sun miaohai, she also entered the underground palace for the first time. She just went there once, but she came back in vain. She didn't go out one step more than her predecessors. This result was a little unacceptable to Jia Ru.

"This one is not the one we know, but it looks like Nai river."

"Nai river?"

Jia Ru doesn't understand. What does Naihe stand for? I don't think I've heard of it.

"Never heard of it? In fact, you must have heard of it, but what you have heard is the wrong version. It is said that after the death of a man, his soul passed the gate of hell and went on a road called huangquan road. On the road, flowers and leaves were in full bloom, and the flowers on the other side of the road disappeared. At the end of the road, there is a river called Wangchuan River, and there is a bridge on the river called Naihe bridge. You should know that. "

Jia Ru nodded. Although their families are all scientists, they still know the legend of the underworld.

"In fact, there is a fallacy in this legend, that is, the water under Naihe bridge is not forgetting the river. The name of Naihe river appeared before Ming Dynasty, but the name of Naihe river appeared before Ming Dynasty. Under the Naihe bridge, the turbid waves in the Naihe River are rolling, hiding countless poisonous insects and beasts, as well as 100000 evil spirits. These are plural items. The characteristics of Nai river itself are also very obvious. The upper layer is a towering Yin Hong, and the lower layer is stinky black ink. You've all experienced the color and taste of the lower layer just now. If I'm not wrong, this is an artificial Nai river! "

Zhang Fan's hands trembled when he finished all this.

What is the concept of man-made Naihe? Let's not talk about the poisonous insects and beasts. It's no exaggeration to say that even Zhang Fan's consciousness can influence the outrageous resentment and that there are 100000 evil spirits buried under it!