Chapter 196 Rescue (8K Free)

The overturned incinerator instantly splashed out countless iron pieces, and flames mixed with melted black mucus splashed everywhere.

Quan Heng stepped back and was about to use "Tianshu" to block, when the Mad Hatter suddenly raised his arm.

"Try this." After the Mad Hatter finished speaking, the white cloak unfolded in front of him.

"Special item." Quan Heng had thought about the specialness of this cloak.

"Well, it's a reward for S17."

The Mad Hatter himself looked at the unfolded cloak with curiosity, "To be honest, I haven't used this thing yet. The old man asked me to wear it - I heard that it is a magic cloak that can change the direction of the attacker."

He thought for a while: "Okay, it's a passive skill, even if I used it, I wouldn't know - now try it actively."

The cloak formed a square air wall of about two meters at the moment it was raised, and the edge of the flipping airflow flashed with an inconspicuous golden light.

All iron pieces, monster fragments, etc. that approached the air wall were bounced back at the same speed at the moment they approached the air wall!

Quan Heng looked at the air wall formed by the cloak, staring at the surface of the air flow thoughtfully.

This special item... can it rebound any form of attack?

The splashing fragments gradually stopped, and the sound slowly stopped.

"Stop," Mad Hatter put down his arm and muttered, "No wonder no one can attack me from behind since this season, it turns out that it bounced back."

"I seem to have discovered it before," Mad Hatter suddenly had some impression of this conclusion, and finally gave up, "Forget it, I don't remember it."

Quan Heng looked at the monster fragments squirming on the ground, and took out the tweezers he had come by as expected, and bent down to pick up a worm-like fragment.

"There should be experimental containers like glass bottles in the cabinet," Quan Heng said, "Please help me get one, thank you."

"OK."

The Mad Hatter found a glass jar to catch the squirming black mucus, closed the lid and shook it, "I caught it."

"Well," Quan Heng threw the tweezers into the incinerator, "Let's go back."

——

"...It is because of the existence of these aspiring young people that our country can walk out of the darkness."

Mu Jing and Jiang Jin sat in the golden circle, listening carefully to his past full of youthful passion and full of gunpowder and twists and turns.

Mu Jing looked up at his eyes and suddenly said:

"Uncle Jiang, there is light in your eyes."

Jiang Jin was stunned and gently blinked his half-eyelids.

He turned his head to look at the container wall at hand and saw the broken right eye moving under the burned eyelids, and irregular polyps growing under the left eye notched by the bayonet.

But there was indeed light, so clear, like a galaxy falling into the eyes, shining brightly.

It seems that as long as he talks about the faith he upholds and the ideal he pursues, his soul will emit a brilliant light in this broken body.

"Like a spark." Mu Jing hugged Mu Xiaoliu and smiled, "Uncle Jiang must love his faith and this country very much."

Jiang Jin looked at Mu Jing and smiled lightly, "Yes, I love that land and mountains very much, and I am willing to sacrifice my life for her and defend her dignity and integrity."

He had his nose cut off and his lips cut off, and was finally burned beyond recognition by the sea of ​​fire, but now he is still so handsome when he smiles.

"Uncle Jiang," Mu Jing held his face, and there was light in his eyes when he smiled, "I think you are very cute, you are the cutest person!"

"Good," Jiang Jin laughed and rubbed Mu Jing's head, "Good."

He sighed with emotion, there seemed to be tears in his eyes, and his voice unconsciously became lighter:

"It's great."

As long as he knew that the mountains and rivers he protected were good, and the people he protected were good, everything was worth it.

"By the way," Mu Jing took something out of his pocket and handed it to Jiang Jin, "Uncle Jiang, this is a gift for you."

Jiang Jin was stunned, looking at the origami dove in Mu Jing's hand.

"My sister and I don't know how to origami, so we asked my big brother to help us," Mu Jing held the little dove in her hands, her smiling eyes clean and pure, "Does Uncle Jiang like it?"

Jiang Jin carefully took the dove in Mu Jing's hand, and her hands covered with mottled scars formed a discordant, yet fitting picture with the child's soft and white palms.

"I like it."

Jiang Jin shed tears unconsciously and smiled at the child: "Thank you, child."

"You're welcome," Mu Jing said, "This is what my sister asked me to give you."

Jiang Jin was a little surprised: "Little comrade?"

"Yeah." Mu Jing nodded, and suddenly saw Quan Heng's figure in the corner of his eye.

Mu Jing's eyes lit up, and she immediately stood up and ran over: "Sister!"

Jiang Jin also stood up: "Are you injured?"

"No," Quan Heng said gently, "Don't worry, Mr. Jiang."

"That's good," Jiang Jin was relieved, "Did you get the pass to the city?"

"Pass? Yes, we got the body fragments of that monster."

Mad Hatter tossed the glass bottle in his hand, watching the black mucus rolling around inside, having a lot of fun:

"Look, it can move."

He shook the glass bottle in his hand again, watching the mucus struggle to get up, slapping the bottle wall like a kowtow.

[Kamo: Ah, yes, yes, it can move, my stump can move]

[It must move, it moved more happily when it was alive, and you two just blew it up]

"Oh, this is a spineless monster," Mad Hatter said disdainfully, "Look, it's so limp, it should be begging for mercy from me."

[Laughing like crazy, you’ve already killed someone, and yet you still laugh at them for being spineless]

[That's true. This monster's derivative is quite bullying and afraid of the strong. Just look at their attitude towards Quan Heng and the Mad Hatter at the lighthouse - they have been defeated by the sanctions, and they will all kneel down and recognize their father]

"It's settled," Quan Heng looked at Jiang Jin regardless of what the Mad Hatter was doing, "We can leave now."

"Thank you, thank you both for your hard work."

Jiang Jin thanked her, but just as she was about to take a step, her expression suddenly changed and she leaned forward suddenly.

Quan Heng supported Jiang Jin to prevent him from falling to the ground, "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

"I feel sick to my heart."

Jiang Jin gasped for breath, and while pressing her heart, she touched her golden pocket watch, "I have a bad feeling... Xinlan, did something happen to Xinlan?"

"Mrs. Tang?" Quan Heng's eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly thought of something.

There is a memorial hall on Gujiang Hero Road. Xiaoting's school once organized student activities to visit it. When he came back in the evening, he mentioned that the old curator who explained the history was named...

Tang.

"Mr. Jiang, we will leave for the next city immediately," Quan Heng made a quick decision, "Complete the task as soon as possible and help you cross the Wugu River."

The place where this map will be contaminated by invasion is most likely the memorial hall, and looking at Jiang Jin's current situation, Mrs. Tang is probably not optimistic.

…

Furue City-Memorial Hall

"The portable containment items have been put on, and the breath concealment equipment has been put on."

The leader of the first group and the leader of the second group report respectively.

"The inspection is correct." Gu Xingze reported.

"Captain, it has been pried open." The team members removed the shutters of the ventilation duct. "You can enter at any time."

"Be careful," Nie Cang told the two of them, "Go ahead."

"yes!"

After the two of them finished speaking, they immediately used the ladder to enter the vent. According to the basic structure just described by the instructor, drive to the small room in the data room as quickly as possible.

"Don't worry, Captain Nie." Gu Xingze recorded the values ​​​​on the jammer. "Lethe's pollution is not radioactive, and there is no other attack method except physical attacks. It is impossible to devour memories too strongly under the jammer."

At most, he would forget what he had eaten this morning, or the containment regulations he just memorized last night.

It would be terrible if it was the latter. After all, tomorrow is the professional assessment day of the Special Investigation Bureau. If you can't keep silent, you will be penalized. Even if you are not penalized, you will have to start memorizing again.

"I know they are not the children they were back then." Nie Cang sighed, but his brows did not relax, "But the old curator's health is not good, and I am really worried about her."

"Ms. Tang survived the war-torn era and experienced almost all major events in the new era."

Gu Xingze recalled what he heard the commentator say, and he truly admired her: "Later, she sold her property to fund scientific research and students. She didn't seek credit or fame... She was a true hero. Heroes will be protected by their firm beliefs and nothing will happen to them." of."

"Yes." Nie Cang looked at the screen. Lethe's figure was getting closer and closer to the cubicle where the old curator was, and his eyes darkened. "It must be in time."

…

The small cubicle is located at the back of the data room. There is a lounge chair and a small cabinet that can be used as a table by the window. When you look up, you can see the kapok tree outside.

It's a pity that it's autumn, and now we can't see the kapok in full bloom, nor can we see my family back home.

The old man was sitting on a recliner with a thick old photo album on his lap. He was turning over the pages carefully and lovingly, his eyes full of nostalgia.

From the black and white photos of college graduation to the ribbon-cutting of companies reviving state-owned and private enterprises, to the photos Mr. Jiang took of her when she was rescuing people during the war.

There are also photos of her inspecting fabrics in the factory. Her eyebrows are serious, but when she looks up at the camera, she relaxes her brows and smiles. There are also wedding photos of her and Mr. Jiang, and military uniform photos that Mr. Jiang sent home.

At the end of the page, there is only slightly yellowed letter paper. Even if it is carefully preserved, it still cannot withstand the wear and tear of time.

Tang Xinlan gently rubbed the letter paper, and the tender nostalgia in her eyes turned into tears.

She was already over a hundred years old and could not stop trembling when she moved. So she took out a golden pocket watch from her pocket more carefully. After opening it, she saw the old black and white photo inside——

Jiang Jin, who was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, was handsome and upright, with tenderness and love in his eyebrows. He smiled and looked at the girl who wanted to take the photo himself on behalf of the boss.

Even if the war roars and suffering is everywhere, even if the victory at dawn is nowhere to be seen, even if the road ahead is bumpy and long, they are still closely connected in this broken mountain and river.

"I see this victory for you," Tang Xinlan smiled, tears sliding down the corners of her wrinkled eyes, "The children can go to school well, and people no longer have to be afraid of robbers coming to burn, kill and plunder. Everything we have paid It’s all worth it.”

"I actually... miss you a lot," she wiped away her tears, but the tears couldn't stop falling, "but I'm afraid that if I go to find you, the young people in the future won't remember my comrades... I So scared."

People cannot praise suffering, but people cannot forget suffering, let alone the heroes who sacrificed their blood for future generations in suffering.

What happened today was like a sharp thorn that pierced into the deepest and softest place in her heart.

"Dong dong, dong dong."

There was a knock on the door, and the old curator wiped away his tears, gently touched the photo on his pocket watch, and finally put it down with great care.

"Please come in." She said as calmly as possible.

The door of the room was pushed open, and the boy with a sweet face said carefully: "Director, can I come in?"

"Ah, it turns out it's Cheng Lin," the old curator said in a gentle voice, "Come in quickly. Did you encounter some problem in your study, or did you quarrel with your parents again?"

"No," the boy slightly raised the information in his hand, "I have some questions to ask you about the classification and collection of information, and I want to know more about this history."

"Which section?" asked the old curator, "Bring it over and let me take a look."

"good."

The boy slowly walked to the old curator and handed over the information in his hand.

The old curator was stunned for a moment, but his hand was wet: "Why is this book so wet?"

"I just accidentally slipped in the toilet." The boy was a little embarrassed, his eyes fell on Tang Xinlan's old photo album, "Director, what is this?"

"This?" The old curator's eyes softened again, "These are some old photos, some years old."

"That should carry a lot of things," the boy said without looking away, murmuring absently, his eyes covered by bangs shining with a cunning and greedy light, "especially history, or emotions."

The old man didn't hear clearly: "Cheng Lin, what did you just say?"

"Nothing." The boy looked up and asked expectantly, "Director, can you tell me what is recorded in this album?"

"Ah, of course."

The old curator was stunned for a moment, then nodded happily, "I'll tell you some of the things I've experienced. Wait a minute and I'll see where to start..."

She lowered her head to search for a suitable photo, but she didn't see the boy leaning forward slightly, his originally human face twisting and twisting into a big raised mouth.

Two eyes popped out from the ears, like ugly deep-sea fish eyes, staring closely at the [memories] and [emotions] slowly emerging from the old curator's mind, and opened his mouth greedily——

"Fuck me!"

The leader of the group who had just arrived at the vent burst out in cold sweat. He immediately shouted the quintessence of Chinese culture, slammed into the blinds without thinking, and used inertia to open the window!

The old curator suddenly raised his head and saw the players above him falling down regardless.

The second team leader who was following closely behind raised his head and his expression changed drastically: "Old curator, be careful!"

The old curator turned his head as if he was aware of it, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw the sharp shark-like teeth opened in front of him, and the sucker was revealed in the mouth like a straw, and he bit it with a hiss!

The approaching complex cavity emits light purple mist, and the suction cups stir.

Feeling dizzy, the old curator reacted incorrectly, lifting the thick old photo album in his hand and slamming it down again!

The old man's withered and slightly trembling hands still couldn't stop the tenacity engraved in his bones. His first reaction was not to retreat out of fear, but to defend and counterattack!

"Bang!"

Lethe was slapped in the face by the thick photo album, and her fish eyes dangled for a few times. She never expected that an old lady would have such courage and reaction.

The first team leader and the second team leader were shocked, and a thought flashed through their minds at the same time——

Damn it, she is indeed a heroine!

Lethe's fish eyes stared fiercely, and the human palms turned into frog-like claws. The claws covered with octopus suckers secreted mucus and hit the old photo album in the old curator's hand!

"curator!"

A sudden change occurred.

The second team leader immediately stretched out his wrist, revealing the shiny metallic wrist-style sleeve arrows, and the items contained in the magazine burst out instantly!

The silver-gray spherical bullet shell dissipated like smoke the moment it came into contact with the pollution, and the small ball made of golden-green branches and vines was shot into Lethe's open mouth!

"Bah-ah!!"

A sharp and shrill scream exploded in an instant, and the golden-green juice oozing out of the golden-green vine ball burned Lethe's skin and flesh like sulfuric acid. The branches densely wrapped with vines stretched and expanded when they came into contact with the wound, and then took root in Lethe's mouth!

But the pain did not stop Lethe's annoyed movements. The trend of hitting with the claw webs did not change, and even the speed did not change!

"Bah-bang!"

The corrosive mucus did not corrode the album. The old curator curled up and blocked Lethe's claws at the moment before the album was corroded.

The skin was almost torn apart, and the pain made the old man groan, and he fell to the ground while holding the photo album tightly.

"I'll fuck you!"

The team leader immediately stood up from the ground, bursting out with terrifying speed, and rushed towards the angry Lethe!

Lethe's eyes were bulging on both sides, and his blood vessels were swollen and visible. With his red eyes, he stretched out his claws to pull out the rooted branches, but he was pushed to the ground by his excessive momentum in the next second.

"Bah-ahhhh!!"

The corrosive juice secreted by the takraw balls poured into the cavity, making a tooth-searing sound. Lethe desperately tried to chew the branches with his fangs, but his big mouth was held up by the roots of the "tree" and could not be closed.

The second team leader put his hands on the mouth of the pipe and slid out quickly, and hurriedly helped the unconscious old curator.

"Director Tang, Director!"

The old man showed no signs of waking up, the corroded wound on his back was bleeding continuously, and even his breathing was shallow and slow.

"Damn it," the second team leader couldn't help but cursed, "Damn it!"

"Save people, send them to the hospital quickly!"

A group of captains strangled Lethe's neck and let its claws slap on his bare skin, gritting his teeth and urging:

"You idiot, you are so fucking hesitant, I can control this by myself!!"

The second team leader was carrying the old man on his back when he heard this and yelled angrily: "Keep your fucking mouth clean!"

The golden-green purifying liquid absorbs pollutants. The pain of removal made Lethe shake his head wildly, and the team leader almost couldn't control the strength of its struggle!

"Get lost sister, go quickly!"

The group leader's angry voice suddenly became louder, and with force in his hands, he punched Lethe directly with lightning speed! !

"Bah——!!"

Lethe screamed suddenly, the dead fish's eyes were bloodshot, and the branches and leaves in its mouth were also frantically absorbing polluted nutrients, growing outward at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and large golden-green branches took shape in an instant.

The second team leader no longer hesitated and immediately left with the old curator on his back.

There is no way to let more people in now. Breaking in will only cause changes in the tiny magnetic field in the control area, affecting the jammer's accurate suppression of the abnormality.

The data room cannot allow the [forgetfulness] pollution produced by Lethe to spread.

Just now, Lethe wanted to attack the old curator. He clearly wanted to fight to the death, resist the pressure of the interference device, absorb enough nutrients, and gamble for a chance of survival.

At the same time as he walked out, the golden-green hands closed up and clamped down accurately on Lethe's head, trapping its large mouth full of cavities in the palm of his hand.

“Ahhhh——!!”

Lethe screamed, pure white mist emerged from the covered face, and the team leader quickly stood up.

Seeing Lethe's whole body, blood and body fluids being sucked into the big hand like crazy, pouring from the branches into the [Fruit] bulging from its mouth.

The abnormality waved its hands desperately, but the various parts of its body quickly shrank and became smaller, and were stuffed into the golden-green [Fruit] in the blink of an eye.

"Crack."

[Fruit] rolled down from mid-air to the ground, shook the two golden-green leaves on his head, and burped with satisfaction.

"I'll wipe it."

The team leader shook his arm that was corroded by the pollution factor and couldn't help but smacked his lips, "It is indeed a new generation of containment items. The process is also cruel... What kind of abnormality is this thing taken from? How did the research team come up with this?”

…

The moment the second team leader stepped out of the data room, he received the news of "Containment Successful" and felt a little relieved.

"Captain!" he shouted, "the old curator is injured!"

The rest of the staff quickly entered the reference room to clean up the remaining contamination. The medical team immediately surrounded him, placed the old curator on a stretcher, and skillfully sprayed emergency drugs to eliminate contamination.

"How is it?" Nie Cang said solemnly.

"The contamination factors have been removed, but the damage has been done. Corrosion wounds need to be sutured."

The medical team responded quickly, "The old man suffered a lot of injuries when he was young, and he is getting older. The intruding pollution factors will only bring out these old injuries - it is very likely to breed malignant tumors, and further examination is needed in this regard." ”

This is the greatest harm caused by pollution factors. They almost precisely attack the damaged parts of the human body, causing old injuries and causing immune system disorders.

Unless they are specially trained personnel or those who are often exposed to pollution, these people have a certain tolerance to pollution factors and have special antibodies in their bodies.

"And we can't use special methods to control it. The elderly's bodies can't withstand even slight pollution."

The medical team members pushed the old curator into the mobile emergency room with a serious expression, "The situation is not optimistic."

Nie Cang glanced at the old man who was still protecting the photo album tightly, and gave a death order, "Then snatch it back from behind bars."

"Team Bu, the sterilization of the sterile room is completed." the medical staff reported.

"I understand." Team Leader Bu nodded solemnly, turned around and went to the mobile rescue room.

"They have said a lot of things that are not optimistic. This is what the divination team likes to say."

A team leader came out with a bloody arm and threw the [Fruit] to Gu Xingze first.

The medical staff around him were cleaning his wounds. When Team Leader Bu got into the car, he dared to mutter and comfort him in disguise:

"Last time, I cut my finger with a stapler. He also said that the situation was not optimistic. It was very likely to cause tetanus and then turn into scurvy. Finally, he ordered me to do a blood test and also had a full body examination. ”

Nie Cang: "..."

The team leader smiled naively: "So don't worry, captain, the old curator will be fine."

Nie Cang finally sighed and nodded: "Yes."

…

"well……"

Jiang Jin frowned tightly, holding a golden pocket watch and worriedly touching the black and white photos on the watch.

"Don't worry." Quan Heng said in a gentle voice, "We will speed up and let you pass through the Wugu River as soon as possible."

Jiang Jin carefully placed the pocket watch and said "Okay" softly.

"Where is the location of the Second City?" The Mad Hatter held a string in his hand, with a glass bottle hanging on the other end of the string. As he walked, the monster fragments in the bottle were shaking around.

"The second city is south of the first city and closer to the Wugou River."

Jiang Jin glanced at the blood moon, which was close to a semicircle, and discerned the direction, "If you continue walking in this direction, we will reach it. We will pass by a large sycamore tree.

"The biggest monster in the Second City is called Matsui. Before it died, it built a Bodhisattva temple for itself to protect itself, so it also likes to nest in a Bodhisattva temple after its death, located in the southernmost part of the Second City."

"Bodhisattva Temple?" Quan Heng held a Buddhist bead and raised his eyebrows upon hearing this.

She laughed softly, with no emotion in her eyes, "A Bodhisattva doesn't have such great merits and cannot save such an evil beast."

The sinner must let the victim control the judgment, take revenge, and personally send it to hell.

"Miss Quan is right, gods can't control these things," Jiang Jin pursed her lips, with hatred in her eyes, "He should pay the price for the loss of those innocent people."

"Sister," Mu Jing suddenly raised her hand and pointed forward, "There is a large tree there."

Everyone looked around and saw a large sycamore tree swaying in the wind under the blood moon. A thin mist filled the air, which was indescribably depressing.

When I entered this sycamore forest, I realized that the ground under my feet was blood red, as if it had been soaked in blood flowing like a river, over and over again, and it took a long, long time for it to dry up.

"There are more than 300,000 sycamore trees here, with no end in sight from east to west. They are always guarding the gates of the Second City." Jiang Jin touched the sycamore tree at hand and listened to the bleak sound of the sycamore trees blowing in the wind.

The voice was like crying blood, and every sentence expressed grievances and anger.

"Every time I wake up, I come here to take a look," Jiang Jin said softly. "Listen to their voices, and even more to their grief and indignation. Especially when the wind blows the sycamore leaves, the sound is like the cry of the soul.

"I could hear the mother crying for her child, the wife crying for her husband, the child calling for her mother, and even the baby screaming...

"A devil has invaded my hometown, slaughtered my compatriots, burned, killed, and looted, turning the land I love into a hell on earth, and turning the people I cherish into wandering ghosts."

Jiang Jin rubbed the scars on the sycamore tree and trembled her lips, "It was me who failed to protect them and defend the city... At that time, I wish I had tied the bomb and killed a few more enemies. If I could protect one, I would one.

"In fact, I don't deserve to wake up at all. There are so many comrades and countrymen, and I am the only one left..."

Jiang Jin nearly collapsed, holding on to the sycamore tree, her tears falling on the crimson earth.

He actually never considered himself a hero.

This scarred body has been put on some kind of shackles, and every person who cannot wake up will put a pair of shackles on the surviving soul.

The deeper the bond, the heavier the shackles.

Quan Heng was silent and didn't speak. She rarely didn't know what to say, but now she didn't know how to comfort her.

This blood debt was too heavy, and future generations were filled with grief and resentment, not to mention the city defenders who were involved.

"嘤——"

Like the cry of blood, the clear and sad sound spread to every place in the sycamore forest.

The wind blew the sycamore leaves, and the fog suddenly thickened, obscuring the view.

"Huh?" The Mad Hatter flicked Joker's right eye, and saw the light golden light through the thick fog. He tilted his head in confusion, "It's not the energy of a group of monsters... what is this?"

Not a monster?

Quan Heng looked into the depths of the thick fog. The light of the red moon made the fog in front of him feel strange. He could vaguely see the faint outline of the light golden light in the fog, and a distant sound was accompanied by the sound of shallow drums.

[Heaven and earth are dark and yellow, punishment is rewarded for merit]

*The sound of drums and flutes merged together, like the music of breaking formations, and a blurry figure appeared at the end of the line of sight. You could see that he was wearing a dark red sacrificial robe, with wide sleeves and hands stretched outward, and the thick fog in front of him was like a curtain. Open, the vision is instantly clear——

The goddess wore pure white lips and a cinnabar face between her eyebrows. There seemed to be waves of mist rolling under her body, making her soar in the air.

"Nuo play?" Quan Heng recognized the Nuo face the moment she saw it. She also took Sang Ting to watch related stage plays.

"What is Nuo opera?" Mu Jing asked curiously.

"Nuo opera is also called ghost opera," Quan Heng explained simply. "It originated from Fang Xiang's exorcism activities in the Shang and Zhou dynasties. It is the oldest Chinese dance to entertain gods, dance with ghosts, and drive away plagues. I will take you to see it in the future. After all, you still need to understand these traditions."

Mu Jing nodded obediently: "I remember."

In the mist, the goddess gathered her hands and leaned back in the lotus seal. The mist under her feet suddenly surged out of the waves, covering the sky and the earth like a curtain lifting and then calming down.

[The sun and the moon are full, and all the gods are coming]

The sound came, the drum beats began to become denser, and the flute sound dropped and became darker.

The mist surged again, and the gods in dark clothes and white masks surrounded a goddess in red.

Weird yet awe-inspiring, sacred and majestic.

The goddess slowly spread her arms, and the male lions lined up behind her raised their heads, with black faces and red temples, standing behind the [gods].

For a time, an overwhelming momentum came over with the charm of ancient times.

[The blue wisps of the road open up the mountains and forests]

The distant sound sounded again, the drum beat became more intense, and the flute sound became more rapid.

The mist surged, and thousands of spears protruded from the mist. It was difficult to see the faces of the enemies, but oppression and crisis were already coming.

Then several opera characters wearing armor walked out of the fog. Their faces could not be seen clearly, but they could only see thousands of spears pressing down, and the general was standing tall.

A lion with red temples fights with the besieging jackals. Black air and golden light suddenly swim out of the white mist above. The dragon flying in the clouds, riding in the mist and wearing golden light, fighting with the black snake, is magnificent.

The picture is weird and sad, but it is even more stunning and magnificent, bursting out with a different kind of vitality.

[Don’t forget the way you came, the road is long]

The sound of the drum gradually calmed down, the mist surged again like a curtain, the black air dispersed, the golden dragon and red lion remained, but the general was nowhere to be seen.

From the depths of the white mist, a human dressed in white clothes and a white mask slowly walked out. A pure white and agile lion followed behind him, with a faint golden light scattered around his body.

He walked out of the fog and stopped in front of Jiang Jin.

After standing quietly for a moment, He turned around and took a leather-wrapped sword from the mouth of the white lion behind him. A red silk was tied to the handle. It was a little old and bloody.

Jiang Jin took the sword from His hand with trembling hands and felt the familiar marks on the handle.

He stroked it carefully, recalling the scene of the old company commander's marks after killing the enemy, and suddenly raised his head:

"This is——"

Jiang Jin's pupils shrank suddenly. The white lion in front of him had disappeared, and the person who had just handed over the sword was gone.

The mist dissipated, and the sycamore forest was far away.

—— In front of him was an ancient city destroyed by war.

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*Inspired by Teacher Yang Liping's "Impression of Pingtan"

To put it bluntly, the "dance" of the foot basin chicken is copied from us. In the original god, [Xiao]'s "Jing Yao Nuo Dance" is also Chinese Nuo culture. Remember it, don't let your home be stolen again.