Lao Jiang's eyes lit up: "How about we wait until midnight and release the two archaeological team members to see if they will run to the source of the summons?"
As soon as these words came out, they were immediately rejected by Platoon Leader Zhang.
Platoon leader Zhang shook his head repeatedly and said: "No! This is too risky. If they go crazy in the camp first, I will have to pay for a few brothers. No, it really can't be done."
Seeing that the other party said no three times in a row, Lao Jiang didn't insist anymore. After all, Platoon Leader Zhang was very good to his subordinates, which he still appreciated very much.
"I can take you there. The bronze cymbal should still be in the sacrificial pit..." At this time, Lin Jianye tried to sit up, but the injuries on his body were too severe and he didn't have much strength at all.
Lao Jiang saw Lin Jianye's physical condition and thought it was best for him to stay in the camp and follow the military doctors for a few days. Otherwise, after a bumpy ride, death is probably not far away.
"But so many teammates are still in dire straits, how can I abandon them? My conscience can't bear it."
A tear fell from the corner of Lin Jianye's eyes. He blamed himself and regretted it.
At this time, Platoon Leader Zhang proposed a solution: "At that time, we searched and rescued the archaeological team near the sacrificial pit. My people know the location."
He suggested that Lin Jianye take a good rest in the camp first and let him assign two clever soldiers to lead the way for us.
We all felt that this method was feasible, so we immediately agreed.
Without further ado, we set off on the same day!
One soldier was driving the truck, and another was on guard with a gun.
Lao Jiang and I sat down next to the open rear fence, and the car sped towards the west. We arrived at the safe zone in less than ten minutes.
Lao Jiang specifically pointed it out to me and Yin Ling'er: "This is the place where Ximei and I came ten years ago. We also went to the east."
He Lanxue glanced in the direction of Lao Jiang: "If I remember correctly, your smoking habit started after you came out of Yin Xu..."
Lao Jiang twitched the corner of his mouth, took out a piece of Hardwood and sniffed it under his nose, then threw it eastward: "Fifth brother, you can also satisfy your craving."
I looked to the east, and there was clearly no one there.
But Lao Jiang's eyes were so serious. If I guessed correctly, the man in the group photo died in the east.
The car continued to travel west and finally stopped near the end.
"By the way, we arrested the person here last time." said the soldier driving the car.
After getting off the bus, we found that there were two or three corpses on the ground that had been swept away by bullets and turned into a hornet's nest. Those corpses were rotting and gave off an unpleasant smell.
Yin Ling'er pinched her nose with her fingers and said with a look of disgust: "It stinks."
She jumped three feet high, covered her nose and quickly moved away. As a result, she suddenly stepped on the air while retreating, and let out an ouch.
Fortunately, He Lanxue was agile and immediately used Qinggong to reach Yin Ling'er and lifted her out. However, what was gratifying was that the sacrifice pit of the culprit was right under Yin Ling'er's feet.
Lao Jiang saw the huge bronze cymbal lying outside the sacrificial pit at a glance, and shouted loudly: "Don't move!"
Yin Ling'er was so angry that she pouted. When we got to her, we found that the sacrificial pit was as big as a football field. In addition to the huge bronze cymbals unearthed by the archaeological team, there were also several undiscovered remains buried in the pit. small bronze cymbals.
Two medium ones and three small ones.
Those bronze cymbals are all engraved with exquisite patterns. The largest one is a dragon pattern, the medium one is a Taotie pattern, and the small one is a cloud pattern.
But I was keenly aware that a strong Yin Qi was rising into the sky from the sacrificial pit!
And it was a steady stream, forcing small crystal water droplets out of the soil in the western Zhou Dynasty.
This is clearly something rare in Feng Shui: an eternal pit.
I don’t know what kind of demons and ghosts have emerged from this pit. I told Lao Jiang my thoughts, and Lao Jiang reassured me, saying that everything was still under control.
Two soldiers stood aside and discussed: "Aren't these just a few bronze lumps? Will it really make people crazy? I can't believe it."
They had seen with their own eyes the archaeological team members' insane state, becoming completely unlike humans and instead looking like devils in hell.
Lao Jiang walked around the sacrificial pit, staring back and forth at the extra-large bronze cymbal, and then waved his hand to ask us to come with him.
I looked carefully and saw those bronze cymbals, which were tile-shaped in appearance and covered with green patina. The outside of the cavity was evenly carved with ferocious flying dragons, which was particularly strange.
I even think that the Yin Qi in the eternal hell pit is emitted by these cymbals.
Because when we get close to it, we get cold all over!
It seemed to be automatically releasing a bit of cold air, but other than that, there didn't seem to be anything unusual.
Lao Jiang swallowed his saliva and asked us if we wanted to hit the bronze cymbal to see if it was really as evil as Lin Jianye said.
"If something happens, these children will be affected." In He Lanxue's eyes, Yin Ling'er, I, and the two young soldiers are all children.
Lao Jiang thought for a while and said: "In this case, you should retreat fifty meters away. It is best to be as far away as possible. As long as you can see here with a telescope."
"What about my master?" Yin Ling'er asked.
Lao Jiang replied: "Ximei is the Black Saber Qilin, so of course she wants to be with me."
Yin Ling'er made a sound, not wanting to be separated from He Lanxue, but He Lanxue glanced at him coldly: "Whenever you have the experience and strength of Black Blade Qilin, you can stay."
The implication is that Yin Ling'er should stop playing and take responsibility as soon as possible.
Yin Ling'er saw that He Lanxue had already spoken, so she had no choice but to leave with us reluctantly.
We made a special trip to a hillside. Although they were far away, we could observe every move of Lao Jiang and He Lanxue. Lao Jiang took out a slender silver needle from his wallet and stuck it behind He Lanxue's ear. .
Thinking that this was Lao Jiang's unique skill, I guessed that he should have used needles to prick He Lanxue's Tinghui point and other places, temporarily paralyzing He Lanxue's auditory nerve to resist the next sound.
Later, Lao Jiang repeated it to himself.
Immediately afterwards, Lao Jiang found a wrench from the truck and tentatively struck the bronze cymbals.
Buzz!
Clang!
A sharp and extremely sharp sound came, as if a knife had opened my Tianling Cap, making my head feel cold.
It was obviously far away, but my ears couldn't hear at this moment, and even my eyes couldn't see. It felt like I was being dragged into the Nine Nether Hells by pale hands. They were invading my brain and trying to control it. Stay with me.
When the sound stopped completely, I felt much better.
I looked at Yin Ling'er and saw that she also had a headache on her face, especially the big bamboo basket she was carrying was buzzing non-stop.
Yin Ling'er comforted her for a while before the sounds inside stopped.
Fortunately, Lao Jiang and He Lanxue were not affected in any way. We immediately went downhill and returned to Lao Jiang and He Lanxue.
We told Lao Jiang about the strange noises we heard, and I was almost certain that the strange changes in the archaeological team were caused by this bronze cymbal!
"Then if we smash it now, will those lunatics wake up?" Yin Ling'er was eager to give it a try.
Lao Jiang showed a pained expression: "This is a cultural relic of the Shang Dynasty. It is a pity to destroy it like this."
"But if we don't destroy it, what will those experts do? We can't just let them live without humans or ghosts." A soldier asked.
He Lanxue said: "Even if the bronze cymbal is destroyed, they will not be able to return to normal. The most urgent thing to understand is why this bronze cymbal affects people's minds? To untie the bell, you must tie the bell."
Looking at the bronze cymbal, I suddenly remembered that Lin Jianye once said that this bronze cymbal was an instrument from the Shang King Wu Ding's period. Bronze cymbals are different from chimes. Chimes are entertainment instruments, but cymbals are military music, so they are also called zhengs. Used when the three armies go on an expedition.
And the group of madmen in the small dark room wrote blood-red suicide notes on the wall.
I once remembered those words: "My king, Wu Ding, is invincible in every battle. My queen is a good wife, and she is invincible in every attack."
"The mighty Great Shang has conquered all directions. But those who rebel will be abandoned by both humans and gods!"
……
The weird sound just now seemed to be a string of ancient notes. The largest bronze cymbal was in the major key, the second bronze cymbal was in the middle key, and the smallest bronze cymbal was in the minor key.
All the tunes formed a creepy tune, telling me the pathos and desolation of war.
A strong impulse hit me, and I couldn't help but ask Lao Jiang: "Have you ever heard of the stepmother's song of breaking the formation?"
