"Come here quickly!" Lao Jiang greeted loudly.
Unfortunately, it was too late. I saw that Da Wu had fallen on the golden sand and was about to be swallowed alive by the golden sand. Xiao Wu pounced on him and pulled him up.
But before Da Wu had time to say thank you, the wall Xiao Wu was supporting, the fairy holding the pipa, shattered in her hand, and three gleaming iron thorns flew out from the mural.
The iron thorn was so thin and long that it pierced half of Xiao Wu's shoulder in an instant.
Only then did he start to wail.
As the iron thorn fell, all the blood spurted out and poured onto the mural.
Diao Ye narrowed his eyes and said, "Don't touch the wall, everyone, this is the King of Heaven's thorns!"
"Every time it is touched, three iron needles will be ejected. Although this mechanism is disposable, who knows whether every painting is equipped with this thing."
But now we are in a dilemma. On one side is the shaft with landslides and ground cracks, and on the other side is the constantly rotating golden sand. We can't control the balance at all. Jumping into the tunnel with just two feet like this, it's hard to reach the sky with just one head!
The only possibility of survival is to hold on to the wall and move, but...
"Hurry, time is running out!" Lao Jiang over there was worried.
"Hold on, I'll unplug these mechanisms one by one." At this time, Master Diao spoke. He grabbed the jade crutch and wanted to test the mechanisms one by one.
But he was afraid that the flying needles he shot would hurt us. After all, there was his precious daughter in the crowd who he wanted to see but didn't dare to see.
I wonder what the face under Diaoye's mask looks like? It must be very difficult at this moment.
but……
An unexpected scene happened. There was a person who got in front of Diao Ye. That was the injured Xiao Wu!
I wonder where he got the courage? His right hand, which was obviously dripping with blood, could no longer exert any strength and hung there feebly. But he gritted his teeth and used his remaining left hand to shoot from the left to the right of the wall.
And with every step he took, three flying needles pierced his body!
In just a dozen steps, a young man turned into a hedgehog covered in needles.
Blood holes were all over his body, and blood bloomed on his body like flowers.
"Xiao Wu, brother, come back!" Da Wu called from behind with red eyes. He wished he could rush forward and suffer for Xiao Wu, but he was held tightly by a woman.
That was a peacock. Lord Diao ordered the peacock to keep a good eye on Dawu.
I stared blankly at the scene in front of me. Is this still the Xiao Wu I know? That Xiao Wu who was as timid as a mouse, that Xiao Wu who was scared to death by ghosts?
At this time, Master Diao spoke in a hoarse voice: "Don't let this little brother's sacrifice be in vain..."
Xiao Wu turned around with blood on his face, and nodded towards Mr. Diao as if out of gratitude.
Then with a firmer look, move forward!
When he was still more than ten steps away from the corridor, he could no longer walk, so he simply pressed his whole back against the wall and rolled.
The sounds of the mechanisms in the tomb are endless, all of which are the firing notes of "swish", "swish" and "swish". The black tunic suit Xiao Wu was wearing was already full of blood holes, and the blood flowed down his trousers, covering his body. The white socks were dyed red.
That is the color of burning life!
When he finally entered the corridor, Xiao Wu's body slowly slid down the wall. As if he had exhausted his last bit of strength, his voice was low but clearly audible: "The danger on the left has been cleared."
Seeing that everyone was still in a daze, I couldn't help shouting: "Hurry up and leave!"
I was the first to take the lead, holding on to the safe wall, and dragged the crying Yueyue to the direction of the corridor. Immediately after, Diao Ye and the others also escaped one by one. The walls were covered with shocking blood stains.
Our hands that touched the wall and walked turned into bloody hands. Those... were all the blood shed by Xiao Wu.
At this moment, Da Wu was so heartbroken that he held Xiao Wu in his arms, tears already covering his face: "Why did you do this?"
Xiao Wu was so weak that he replied: "I know I shouldn't come this time... because I am the most timid one in the team, but I always want to prove myself."
"Brother, do you think I am brave now?"
Dawu choked up and replied: "Brave."
Xiao Wu smiled with satisfaction: "Of our two brothers, you are the one most suitable to inherit my father's family business, so please live on in my place."
"It's just that why I feel so cold and painful all over."
"It really hurts."
Lao Jiang, who always had a calm expression, couldn't bear to look at him. He looked away from his slightly wet eyes. I knelt down and patted Xiao Wu's shoulder gently: "Brother, go to sleep. It won't hurt when you fall asleep."
Xiao Wu closed his eyes slightly, his consciousness seemed to have begun to fade away, and he kept mumbling: "Yueyue, brother, father..."
Those are the people he is most attached to, and the ones he can't let go of.
Da Wu put Xiao Wu on his shoulders with red eyes and choked with sobs: "Brother will take you home, brother will take you home..."
Xiao Wu's hands gradually dropped down, and he completely lost his voice, leaving us forever.
Dawu shook his body in grief, Yueyue also cried out Xiaowu's name, and even my heart was filled with sadness.
Only then did I realize that the Free Commune was not what I had imagined. Although these young people sometimes claimed to be noble, whether they were military children or rich young men, when the villagers were in danger, when the people needed them, hour.
They can all stand up resolutely and fight tooth and nail to protect the most precious things in their hearts!
No matter how sad it is, the road still has to go on.
We continued to move forward, and the entire team was enveloped in a sad atmosphere. When we came to the statue at the end of the corridor, everyone stopped.
This is a statue of a heavenly king stepping on a ghost. Although the color on its body has been used for thousands of years, it is still very impactful!
But I saw that the king had a crown on his head, his hair stood up in anger, and his eyes almost popped out. He bared his teeth and glared fiercely at the little devil at his feet begging for mercy.
Logically speaking, the ordinary statue of the King of Heaven stepping on ghosts should be stepping on the Yaksha ghost.
But what this heavenly king is stepping on is a newly born baby ghost. Especially the appearance of the baby ghost makes us shocked and frightened. It actually has Saijo arms, and each arm is black and black. It's like a possessed evil spirit.
I asked Lao Jiang what kind of secret is this?
Lao Jiang couldn't help but look at Diao Ye, but the result was unexpected. Even Diao Ye shook his head in surprise.
He squinted his eyes and looked at the statue and said, "It's strange, that's strange. I've read a lot of Buddhist scriptures, but I've never seen a baby ghost, or a baby ghost with Saijo arms..."
Lao Jiang was also surprised. Why was there such a thing carved in the ancient tomb in the Western Regions?
While everyone was talking about it, I suddenly caught a glimpse of the bacon-like things hanging behind the statue of the King of Heaven in the light.
Oh my god, those are actually the mummies of children!
As I opened my mouth and exhaled, the mummy at the front turned ninety degrees, maybe due to the wind or some other reason, and happened to be facing my face!
Moreover, it looked terrifying. It was a deformed child with a shriveled face, green eyes, and bandages all over his body.
But that's not the scariest thing. The scariest thing is that, like the kid who was stepped on under the statue, it also has Saijo arms...
I screamed and took a step back. Lao Jiang held my lower back and looked in the direction where I was scared. Finally I saw the ugly thing.
Yueyue was also so scared that she retreated behind Dawu. Laojiang had a straight face, held a lamp, and simply walked around the statue of the King of Heaven. Then he told us that the other three mummy babies were also deformed with Saijo arms. Son.
As we started talking, those mummies seemed to have absorbed fresh popularity, and I suddenly saw that their formerly dry cheeks were becoming rosy and saturated little by little...
"Lao Jiang, that thing, that thing is moving." I quickly told Lao Jiang what I had discovered.
Lao Jiang's face changed: "No, we must not let them pick up the corpse!"
Then I reached out to dig in my bag, but after digging for a long time, nothing came out.
I was anxious and asked Lao Jiang what he was doing at this critical moment.
Lao Jiang rushed to me and said, "I am coming to the desert. How could I have brought something to ward off evil spirits? It would be great if Ximei came down together. The Yehuo Sword is the zombie nemesis in the world. One sword per sword. Ma Liu will give this to me." The clown went to the West."
"But the problem is, He Lanxue is not here." I weakly reminded Lao Jiang. At the same time, I couldn't help but grease my feet: "We can't let these little babies cause trouble in heaven, right?"
At the critical moment, Diao Ye coughed dryly, walked over slowly with a cane and said: "We haven't finished lifting up the body yet, haven't we?"
The tone seemed to be that we were making too much fuss, but Master Diao did have the ability to dislike us. He pointed the tip of his jasper crutch towards each baby's head with lightning speed, and in the blink of an eye, In the blink of an eye, the baby's bulging skin shriveled up again.
We finally breathed a sigh of relief, and Lao Jiang immediately waved us forward.
In front of it is a circular tomb, and even the tomb is shaped into the shape of a wonderful lotus, echoing the lotus well above. This makes me think no matter how much I think about it, the purpose of the tomb owner is not as simple as belief in Buddhism. He seems to want to use this tomb to save something...
"We have arrived at the funeral room." Lao Jiang said.
Following the direction of Lao Jiang's finger, I saw many unique treasures from the Western Regions piled up on both sides, like two hills covered with pearl agate, exuding a colorful luster.
For example, there are servants from the Western Regions riding camels, gold wine glasses, gold wine flasks, grape bunches carved from agate, watermelons, etc. Each of these items is not only priceless, but can also be called a heirloom.
It can be seen from this that the owner of this tomb must have been a famous figure during the Northern Liang period. Otherwise, how could he accumulate so much wealth?
However, when we actually entered the tomb and saw clearly the unprecedentedly huge picture scroll behind the funerary objects, we realized that we had underestimated the identity of the tomb owner.
He was not a high-class noble, but King Liang who controlled the northwest West County at that time!
