Business

Author: The wind is waiting for the wind chimes to ring

Business

Yan Chixia silently untied the sword case, took out the black sword, and then took out several silver needle-like objects and clamped them between the fingers of her hands.

With a fierce swing, the silver needle in his hand was filled with strength and nailed deeply to the wall of this space. A flame was also lit at the end of the needle, dispersing all the darkness in this place like clouds and the sun.

"Aren't you coming out yet? If you don't come out, you will never have a chance again."

Yan Chixia snapped her fingers, and the flames ignited on the silver needles nailed to the wall became more intense, and at the same time there was a burst of cracking sounds in the soil.

"These Dao needles and the barrier at the entrance of the cave were specially prepared for you. If you don't come out, I guarantee you will feel what it means to live worse than death."

After Yan Chixia said these words, she discovered that the characters in the mural in this room were moving slowly. After a while, a person in the painting walked out from the wall.

What's surprising is that the face of the man in the painting has no facial features and is a smooth plane.

"Why does this official need to do this?"

"I just want to know who is behind the scenes instigating you to set a trap for us." Fang Bie said, leaning on the wall.

Although the faceless demon has no facial features and no expression, it can be judged from the sound that it is smiling.

"Then you are really joking. What can a little kid like me know about these things?"

After listening to the monster's sophistry, Fang Bie also lost his patience and raised his hand to draw the Huahua Sword. With a slight movement, a sharp sword light came out.

A blood line appeared in the center of the face of the faceless demon, and the skin on its body unfolded from the blood line like a flower. However, after the flowers bloomed, they were beautiful, while the demon in front of them was endlessly ugly.

It stared blankly at the human skin drooping on its arm and did nothing. Its dark and ugly face opened its mouth and let out a sad, angry and desolate wail.

"As a monster, you don't deserve to be in human skin. Regardless of everything else, just because you hurt innocent people here is enough for me to kill you thousands of times."

After hearing what Fang Bi said, the painted-skin demon went back into the mural behind him, and the human skins on the altar slowly stood up, and their empty pupils also ignited.

black flames.

What followed was that the spikes that Yan Chixia had inserted into the wall actually broke, and the flames that illuminated and dispelled the darkness also dissipated, and darkness filled the entire room like a tide.

"Hey, if you can't do it clearly, you're going to play dirty, right? I don't have the patience to play with you any longer."

Fang Bie slowly raised his head, opened his eyes, and held the Huahua Sword in his hand, and then nailed the sword to the wall. The mural collapsed along with the wall as the power was transmitted.

Then he swung his sword again, cleared away the walking dead in front of him, nailed the monster to the wall, and slowly walked to the bronze tripod on the altar, stretched out his hand to remove the dust and rust that had settled on it.

dirt.

The complicated and detailed inscriptions and ancient and elegant patterns were engraved on the surface of the tripod. After Fang Bi looked at it, he was sure that this place was built by the previous dynasty.

"Shang Wen Shang Ding, I thought these things had been cleared away by the Daxia court a long time ago, but I didn't expect there are still some left here."

Yan Chixia was so surprised when she heard Fang Bie's words:

"Shang... Prefect, I hope this is all a coincidence, otherwise it would be too scary."

The dynasty before the Great Xia was the Shang. Since ancient times, the tribes of the Great Shang had conquered the north and the south, and finally unified into a country. The capital they established is now the capital of the Great Xia, named Yin.

Merchants believed in and worshiped ghosts and gods, communicated with heaven and earth through divination, and held large-scale human sacrifices to pray for the protection of the gods. The king was good at cultivating alchemy to communicate with ghosts and gods, so the superiors did not govern the subordinates, and the subordinates did not support the superiors.

Fortunately, the King of Xia was born, and he led the world's knowledgeable people to revolt and overthrew the Shang Dynasty in one fell swoop. Since then, the Great Xia has been established. The merchants' remaining classics and texts were destroyed; and those who cultivated immortals were demoted to outsiders, thus immortality

out of fashion.

After the founding of the Great Xia, successive Xia kings worked hard to govern and knew people well, which resulted in the current prosperous situation. The Great Shang Dynasty also disappeared in the long river of history and ceased to exist.

But there is actually a Shang ruins here, which is quite novel. The reason why Fang Bie came to know the tripod text and judged the Shang Dynasty through the tripod pattern was because of the book "Fan Hua Lu".

All major events in the world are recorded on it, even if they have long since disappeared.

And Fang Bie also knew one thing from the book, that is, the alchemy practiced by the merchant... can really become an immortal.

But I don’t know if I will find anything here, and I am very curious about the difference in techniques.

"As long as a thing has existed, it will definitely leave traces in this world. Even if it smiles like an ant, it will leave bite marks on the grass and trees, let alone such a promising merchant." Fang Bie waved his hand and answered.

Come to Yan Chixia.

The monster that was nailed to the wall by the Huahua Sword immediately fell into madness after hearing the words "Da Shang". It frantically slapped the Huahua Sword and the wall behind it with its sharp claws, trying to break free.

.

boom--

The wall covered with murals cracked under the blow of the monster. The Huahua Sword stood on the ruins, and behind the wall was a long, thin and dark corridor.

The Painted Skin Demon dragged his seriously injured body and quickly evacuated into the darkness and entered the corridor.

Yan Chixia raised her eyebrows when she saw this, and her strength surged all over her body. She was about to rush in with the sword box, but was stopped by Fang Bie.

"Brother Yan, you are just a little demon, not worth caring about."

Then Fang Bie walked to the entrance of the corridor, without entering, but looked at what the surviving murals on this side were about.

After all, most of the murals in this room were destroyed by herself and Yan Chixia.

"Brother Yan, do you know what is in this painting?" Fang turned his head and looked at Yan Chixia.

"Uh... I don't know."

Yan Chixia felt her head hurt, but she couldn't think of a reason, or maybe she had something in mind, but she just said she didn't know because the answer was too absurd.

Luo Ling on the side looked at the mural thoughtfully.

"This painting seems to have driven a group of people into a cauldron, and then summoned something like a god."

Fang Bie nodded and said:

"Yes, what is shown in this painting is human sacrifice during the period when the Great Shang Dynasty was prosperous. A bunch of common people were trapped and killed in the altar to pray for the blessing and protection of the gods."

Yan Chixia and Luo Ling couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat after hearing the end of Fang's farewell, and Yan Chixia clenched her fists and secretly cursed the absurdity.

"Sacrifice your soul to some illusory god, no wonder the Shang Dynasty was easily destroyed by King Xia!"

Fang Bie glanced at Yan Chixia, with a smile on her lips:

"That's right, but who knows whether the one summoned will be a god or an evil ghost? Its existence is reasonable, but we still don't know anything about it."
Chapter completed!