Chapter 634 Dead End

Unexpectedly, Yang Xiao crashed into the ancestor. At this moment, he understood everything. The old man Xiang Fengchen was acting with him, aiming to trick him into being a scapegoat. He was targeted by the ancestor and trapped in a paper circle.

The process of crashing into the ancestor was like slow motion. As he got closer, the desperate Yang Xiao saw the face of the ancestor and saw something in his mouth, like a piece of meat.

But it didn't matter, after all, his life was coming to an end.

But the next development of the matter was unexpected. At the moment of touching the ancestor's body, Yang Xiao's body suddenly became ethereal, like a holographic projection, passing through the ancestor's body and hitting the wall behind him.

This scene made Xiang Fengchen dumbfounded until his turbid eyes focused on a light spot behind Yang Xiao.

It was a burning incense stick, inserted diagonally behind him.

Yang Xiao, who had climbed up, turned around in shock and saw that the old ancestor was still standing there, with his back to him, motionless.

Yang Xiao's first reaction was to touch the incense behind him, pull it out and hold it in his hand, confirming that the incense was still burning, and then he put his heart back into his stomach.

It was obvious that it was this incense that saved him. Coincidentally, this life-burning incense was obtained by Xiang Fengchen with his own ability.

Compared with Yang Xiao, who survived the catastrophe, Xiang Fengchen was much more miserable. He failed to hit him, and he lost his last chance. The only rotten incense left was burning at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the fragrance that drifted out was sucked into the body by the old ancestor.

The paper circle beside him was Xiang Fengchen's amulet, and at the same time, it was a barrier that could only enter but not exit. Now Xiang Fengchen was about to be trapped to death in it.

"Save me, if you don't save me, you will all die!" Xiang Fengchen screamed at Yang Xiao heartbreakingly, like a gambler who lost his life, "If you exchange your life with me, I promise to take Nalan Shuo away, and the old accounts between him and me will be written off!"

"Come here, come here!" Seeing that the last rotten incense had been burned, Xiang Fengchen almost collapsed.

In the face of life and death, any promise is hypocritical, especially for people like Xiang Fengchen. To trust him, Yang Xiao felt that it would be better to trust himself.

Without scolding, blaming, or gloating, Yang Xiao just looked at him coldly, then stepped back and left.

To be honest, Xiang Fengchen helped him a lot and took good care of him before. Although there was a transaction in it, Yang Xiao still recognized this affection.

"Goodbye." Yang Xiao opened his mouth and lip-synced to the desperate Xiang Fengchen, but did not make a sound.

"If you don't save me, you won't survive! This is a trap, a dead end!" In such a situation, Xiang Fengchen, a contemporary Feng Shui master, also left himself a last bit of dignity. He tried his best to stand up straight, roared at Yang Xiao, and his face was full of crazy smiles: "My generation of sorcerers is full of masters,

This is an extraordinary trap, an extraordinary trap! I'll wait and see you, I'll wait and see you down there, hahaha! I'll wait and see you! ! "

The next second, the laughter suddenly stopped. Xiang Fengchen seemed to have been drained of all his vitality. His face was ashen and his expression was frozen. His body fell straight backwards. With a "bang", he fell straight to the ground.

The remaining half of the burning incense in front of him also went out, and the last wisp of fragrance was absorbed into the body by the ancestor.

Yang Xiao did not dare to hesitate and turned around and ran. He did not stay on purpose. He needed to confirm Xiang Fengchen's ending with his own eyes.

This is very important.

As Xiang Fengchen died, the surrounding environment also changed. The gray mist quickly surged towards the study, as if it was sucked by an invisible suction force.

With a dizzy head and weak steps, Yang Xiao could no longer hold on. He had not even walked out of the threshold of the study.

He fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Xiao suddenly woke up and felt that there was light in front of him, but his vision was still blurry. At the same time, he was not lying on the cold ground, but on the soft bed.

After a while, as his eyes gradually adapted to the light, Yang Xiao finally saw clearly that he was back in the original room and was lying on his bed.

He sat up suddenly, regardless of the pain in his body, and looked around with wide eyes. The next second, tears burst out of his eyes. Nalan Shuo's bed was empty, and so was Xiang Fengchen's. He was the only one left in the huge bedroom. "Director.:

Yang Xiao turned over and jumped off the bed, but his extremely tired body did not listen at all. His sore legs did not stand firmly and fell directly to the ground.

He struggled to get up, stumbled out of the bedroom, and came to the hallway. At this moment, he was completely desperate.

The hallway was still the same as before, with an eight-immortal table, four chairs, an incense burner on the table, and the tortoise shell was also there, but there was no one.

Nalan Shuo, like Xiang Fengchen, was left in that strange space. There was a sharp pain in the depths of his mind.

Yang Xiao seemed to have been drained of all his strength. His eyes went dark. If he hadn't reached out to hold the table at the end, he would have fallen to the ground.

His chest was stuffy. Yang Xiao felt dizzy and his stomach was churning violently. He had a strong urge to vomit. The next second, he held the table and retched continuously.

Nalan Shuo was dead.

The guide who had led him into the world of apostles died just like that. After a full half minute, Yang Xiao still couldn't get out of it.

Leaning back on the chair, Yang Xiao's eyes were red. He wanted to cry out loud, but when people were extremely sad, they couldn't cry out loud. Only two lines of clear tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Not long ago, he just sent away Zhuge Zhijie, and this time he sent away the Director. Although he knew that the apostles were all poor worms who died of dusk, but at this moment Yang Xiao couldn't help doubt whether the problem was on himself.

He brought bad luck for everyone.

After all, when he was not here, the Lin'an Patrol Department was safe. Although everyone did not make a so -called career and did not deal with any decent event, everyone lived and lived happily. This was enough. Essence

Lost Xiang Fengchen and Nalan Shuo, this task has ended to some extent, and Yang Xiao has lost the courage to continue.

"Shasha-"

There was a very light footsteps outside the door, from far to near, and the door of the room was pushed away. Yang Xiao looked back subconsciously, but this glance was shocked by his body, with a chair, and fell to the ground together.

"Department ... Director?!"

After seeing the coming people, Yang Xiaosh's paralyzed on the ground flew half of it. This ghost hurts the director and said that he was pretending to come back and hurt himself. Is there a humanity? Is there any king?

"Xiao Yang, what's wrong with you?" Nalan Shuo also stunned, but quickly reacted, stepped forward, lifted Yang Xiao, and explained: "Don't be afraid, I'm okay, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you, I am the same as you. I also woke up in bed, but earlier than you, I went out

"I also have a nickname." Yang Xiao tentatively tentatively,

'Emperor Ye Ye, when you do bad things, you are impersonating the grievances and discredited them. They also sneaked into the Chengxin Office and titled poetry on the wall. If you have tied you to the Provincial Commission, Can directly change to a deputy director. "

"Stop!" Yang Xiao was full of tears, holding Nalan Shuo's hand, "I know you have the director of you, let's not turn the old account, okay, let those black history let it pass."

At this moment, Yang Xiao discovered that Nalan Shuo's hand had soils, and the black mud hid in the nails, as if he had just climbed out of the grave.

"You are ... ::"

Yang Xiao is vigilant.

Nalan Shuo waved his hand and signaled Yang Xiao to sit down first. The two sat on both ends of the table.

His tone said with emotion: "I have always couldn't figure it out. Xiang Fengchen was a cautious guy. How could it cause such a big disaster, but now I understand."

"What's going on?" Yang Xiao asked curiously.

"He was calculated. I just went out, and at the well, I dug the pits dug by Xiang Fengchen last night. The cut -off finger buried inside was gone." , Heavily tone.

Speaking of broken fingers, Yang Xiao thought that Xiang Fengchen had talked about it. He used that cut off refining the camouflage into a town, concealing the existence of the turtle, and successfully deceived the Feng Shui master in the Earl House.

At the same time, Yang Xiao suddenly thought that not long ago, the old ancestor's mouth contained a piece of meat with meat. The situation was urgent. He didn't look at it carefully, but now think about it, it is likely to be a finger.

After telling this situation to Nalan Shuo, Nalan Shuo nodded slowly. "It seems that this is right. No wonder the old ancestors found Xiang Fengchen. This evil thing is very sensitive to the blood of the blood. I quietly dug out the cut -off finger and fed it to the old ancestors.

"It comes to Xiang Fengchen. As for those ghosts, it is just a side dish." Nalan Shuo kissed Xiho.

Xiang Fengchen's death is undoubtedly a huge blow to the entire team, but it will not let them give up their resistance to death. Now the people who can survive are not simple goods. As long as they are united, they still have a chance.

The state of Xiang Fengchen's last madness made Yang Xiao remember, especially those words, everyone would die without saving him. This is a dead end.

Eternal Wonder!

Dead Bureau, Eternal Strange Bureau ... Yang Xiao carefully recalled that the final state of Xiang Fengchen did not seem to be pretended. He must have seen something, it is likely to be the county's plan, but he refused to say that he refused to change his life with his life. He, then he pulled everyone to die together.

"Director, do you see something?" Yang Xiao asked.

Nalan Shuo bowed his head for a moment and shook his head.

"Unfortunately, this god turtle shell, except Xiang Fengchen's old guy, no one will use of us, we can only bring to that big warlock." Yang Xiao sighed, this is a good thing, but unfortunately there are treasures, but there will be no treasures, but there will be no treasures, but there will be no treasures, use.

"Not necessarily." Na Lanshuo suddenly spoke, and his eyes looked in another direction. "Jiang Qingyu may have a way."

"She?" Yang Xiao raised his eyebrows.

"Well, the wind and dust before I talked to me. This female baby is not ordinary. She looks wrong when she sees the eyes of the turtle shells. Just use this thing in the field mission. "

After pause, Nalan Shuo continued: "I am a ghost and god, and she is the priest of the Yi religion.

The ability will not be bad. "

After talking about it for a while, Nalan Shuo patted Yang Xiao's shoulder and urged him to rest earlier. Yang Xiao naturally appreciated the chief of the time, saying that he slept first, and then waited for the dawn, let Nalan Shuo wake himself up , The two changed their shifts.

"Director, are you really okay?" Recalling the horror appearance of the director at the time, Yang Xiao checked his face carefully, pulled his hands, pulled up his sleeves, and saw that the director's body was normal, and he took his heart down. Essence

Nalan Shuo smiled and urged Yang Xiao to rest. The look he gave Yang Xiao made him feel warm and sigh that the director was really good to him.

Perhaps he was very tired. This time, the director was on guard again. Yang Xiao fell asleep almost immediately after his head touched the pillow. He slept very soundly.

Nalan Shuo did not follow him. He sat at the eight-immortal table to keep watch. However, when he heard Yang Xiao's steady breathing, a ripple appeared on Nalan Shuo's originally calm face.

He slowly reached into his arms, took out a tightly wrapped small cloth bag, put it on the table, opened it layer by layer, and finally revealed a broken small mirror.

The edge of the mirror was rough. To be precise, it was a piece of bronze mirror fragment. Nalan Shuo reached out and picked up the lens. The next second, Nalan Shuo's shadow appeared in the mirror.

A terrifying scene appeared. Nalan Shuo's face in the mirror showed a rash of dead gray, and his eyes were dull and lifeless, as if he had been stripped of color and entered the black and white world after death.

After taking off his coat, he looked at his underwear, revealing his strong upper body. He looked in the mirror to check himself. Nalan Shuo's upper body seemed to be eroded by some force, and the body in the mirror was divided into many pieces.

One piece was gray, and the other was normal skin color. They were put together in a messy way, with no pattern to follow. The gray part accounted for nearly two-thirds.

If Yang Xiao stood aside, he would find that the part of the body in the mirror that was gray was the part that had been replaced by the ghost maid's body.

After hesitating for a moment, Nalan Shuo raised the lens and aimed it at his feet. As expected, his two feet also showed cold gray. What was even more strange was that the shadows of his two legs on the ground were thin and short, which obviously did not match Nalan Shuo's leg shape. When he slightly raised his feet, the shadows of his feet were also twisted and deformed.

Slowly putting down the lens and turning it upside down on the table, Nalan Shuo took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

The room was surprisingly quiet.

There was a candle on the table, and a gust of wind blew from somewhere, causing the candlelight to shake violently, reflecting in Nalan Shuo's dim eyes.

After a moment, he leaned back, leaning gently on the back of the chair, turned his head, and just saw Yang Xiao's sleeping profile from his position.

After watching for an unknown period of time, Nalan Shuo's mouth curled up slightly, and his eyes became gentle. This young man was indeed very handsome, very capable, and responsible, and very similar to himself at the beginning.

It was difficult for me to leave, but this young man did not belong here.