A gust of wind blew, and the anxious atmosphere in the room relaxed. At some point, the door of the room was locked.

The count stood up, walked to the window, reached out and closed the window. When he found that there was no light, he turned around and said to Cheng Geng, "It's not that I'm really looking at people, but I'm just afraid that you will be afraid when you see my true face."

"Scared?" Cheng Geng smiled. After he experienced several dangers, he had seen all kinds of strange things and had long lost his fear.

The count's voice changed from the initial awkwardness to the roundness, "It is a good thing for young people to have courage, but self-righteousness is a bit frivolous."

Cheng Geng smiled and said, "I believe the Count also knows that there are many dangers in this China. I dare not say that they have been there, but at least the places I have been to will not be worse than those of the Count."

"What did you say?" The count's voice trembled, and he glared at Luo Xiaohu, "Who is he?"

Luo Xiaohu saw from Cheng Geng's method of setting up the mechanism that he was indeed his father's friend, but he easily brought Cheng Geng to his house, so he felt that he was not considerate.

"You don't need to ask him, I want to tell the Count that what I just said is all speculation."

"Guess?" The Count didn't believe it, and even Luo Xiaohu was intrigued.

Cheng Geng stood up, looked at the oil paintings on the wall, nodded, "These paintings are good, compared to the paintings of Miss Zhang in the Governor's Palace, they are really famous. However, from this painting, you can see that the owner has a unique love for the desert, but there is a pool of clear water in the desert. I think the owner was once trapped in the desert and should be very short of water, so that every time he painted, he accidentally integrated his mood into it."

He slowly turned around and said to Luo Xiaohu, "The two are together. Brother Luo's age should not have such vicissitudes of brushwork and artistic conception. Instead, this person who refuses to show himself to others in his true face seems to be more scheming. Let me ask, what is a person who refuses to show himself to others in his true face? "

"Shut up!" The count pulled out a short gun from his waist tremblingly and pointed at Cheng Geng and said, "You are saying something, I promise you won't survive today."

"If you lose me, you won't want that white jade bone?" Cheng Geng challenged him.

"What is your purpose?" the Count nervous.

Cheng Geng smiled and said, "I really didn't mean it. I just guessed it. I was just curious why so many people competed for this strange white jade bone."

"Many people? Who else?" The Count rushed up and glared at Cheng Geng, "Who sent you?"

"I don't believe it, you don't believe it anyway." Cheng Geng was a little tired. "Since I returned to Anxi, Governor Yang sent people to find Bai Yu Qigu twice, and then met the Great Elder, you, and a person in a strange suit. I'm guessing what kind of story will happen between you people who seem to have no connection."

The count's hands trembled, his eyes were filled with bloodshot. Suddenly the short gun in his hand fell to the ground, and he fell down and twisted wildly on the carpet.

Cheng Geng was shocked and didn't know what happened. Luo Xiaohu was shocked and hurriedly ran into the room, took out the medical box, and took out a syringe from it. Cheng Geng had seen this thing. He had a high fever and did not subside. Even his father took him to find a foreign monk, and he was injected with the same instrument, which made him better.

Luo Xiaohu pulled out dark green juice from the brown bottle and quickly pierced into the count's chest. Then he injected the green juice into the count's body with great force.

A strange wail sounded, the count rolled wildly, he twisted freely, his slap ran away with a strong slap. The brown palms turned red, with blood, and transparent skin, and even the white bones wrapped in his skin were visible.

On the bones, a scarlet silk thread was wandering. This was not scary, but it was displayed in front of your eyes at this moment, constantly wriggling and growing, and Cheng Geng's scalp became numb.

The count stretched out his palm in pain, slapped Luo Xiaohu away with force, stood up from the ground, and grabbed his face in pain, and then the face fell down as Cheng Geng guessed.

"Ah!" Cheng Geng couldn't believe everything he saw in his eyes. This was not a human being, it should be a monster: on a crystal clear cheek, the white bones were covered with red silk threads, constantly squirming, intertwining and entangling at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not only did it grow, but the face almost deformed.

Is this a parasite? Cheng Geng guessed that he really wanted to escape. No, he watched the silk threads gradually condense into a cluster, like all the blood in his body condensed towards his cheeks, and his cheeks that were at their limit were about to explode.

"Save me, save me." The Count rolled in pain, struggled to kneel on the ground, kneeled to the north and bowed to the north, "Wuhana spares life, Uhana spares life."

Luo Xiaohu struggled to get up from the ground, tried his best to pick up the syringe on the ground, and pulled out green liquid from the vessel in the medicine box again, and hurriedly said to Cheng Geng, "Help, otherwise he will die."

Cheng Geng was confused and didn't know where to start. Luo Xiaohu roared, "Help me hold him down."

Luo Xiaohu rushed forward, flew out his legs and clamped it to the count's neck.

The count wailed and slammed Luo Xiaohu on the ground with force.

Luo Xiaohu spurted out a mouthful of blood, rolled towards the count on the spot, and clamped the count's hands with his feet again. Seeing that the time was right, Cheng Geng took a deep breath and hugged the count's neck hard.

After touching the count, he felt that the count's body was extremely cold, but his hand felt as soft as it was sinking into cotton. It was strange that the count struggled and roared, and his body expanded for no reason. It was like a breath of breath, and his body became round and smooth, almost unable to hold it.

Cheng Geng couldn't find the focus and said to Luo Xiaohu, "Hurry up, I can't hold on."

Luo Xiaohu tried his best to stab the count's chest with a needle and pushed the juice into his body again.

The Count roared loudly and broke free from Cheng Geng's arm. A huge force burst out, and Luo Xiaohu and Cheng Geng flew out.

The count's clothes were torn apart, and they were covered with wandering silk threads. The silk threads seemed to be struggling. Every time they wriggled, the count's body swelled a little, and they were about to die suddenly.

The Count struggled, with only a trace of clear light, and struggled to lift the vessel in the medicine box, and then looked up at the sky and poured all the juice into his mouth. The vessel turned into pieces in his hand and splashed around.

The Count grabbed his chest desperately, but the red silk thread that penetrated his bone marrow was still struggling, as if he was fighting for endurance with him.

Cheng Geng climbed up from the ground, and his chest was torn to pieces, and the Buddhist beads appeared. A throbbing sounded, and he obviously felt the slight light from the Buddhist beads, but when they fell into the eyes of others, there was no change. Only Cheng Geng could clearly feel it.

The count's body gradually faded, the red silk thread immersed in the white bones, and the transparent body returned to normal. Everything was like a dream in Cheng Geng's eyes.

The count's voice gradually became weaker and finally lay on the carpet. His thin body was completely different from what he had seen. He was covered in green juice.

A pungent smell poured into his breath. Cheng Geng thought of the green juices he saw in the dense land of Mingcheng. Although the green juices he saw in front of him were different at this moment, the smell was very similar.

The carpet was slowly eroded and rotten, and a knocking sound came from outside the door, "Sir, what happened?"

"No, nothing? You guys go down." Luo Xiaohu reminded.

The footsteps gradually faded away, Luo Xiaohu breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Cheng Geng opposite him. He climbed up, approached the count, and then reached out to try his breath, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Cheng Geng wiped off his forehead and wanted to sweat slightly. He rubbed his painful chest. The count's appearance kept coming to his mind. He always felt that he was

I had never seen it, but I couldn't remember it for a moment. What made him even more strange was that the juice on the ground was secreted from the earl's body, but the earl's flesh had not changed at all. Instead, the blanket on the ground rotted a large piece.

Luo Xiaohu reached out and picked up the count and walked inside. After a while, Luo Xiaohu walked out and looked at Cheng Geng, and said for a long time, "Brother Cheng, please do not tell outsiders what happened here."

"What's wrong with this? Why did the Earl?" Cheng Geng was puzzled.

Luo Xiaohu packed up the medicine box and syringe, looked at Cheng Geng and said, "This is a curse."

"Curse?" Cheng Geng didn't believe in any curse at all, but when he thought of the Earl's abnormality and the strange shape in his body, he couldn't figure out the key. However, when the abnormality happened just now, the Buddhist beads on his neck appeared again.

"This is also the reason why my stepfather wants to find Bai Yu Qi Gu. Only Bai Yu Qi Gu can save him."

"What did you say?" Cheng Geng remembered the strange white jade bones he saw and connected them in golden colors. At this moment, he suddenly realized that the golden silk thread was what he saw just now. A cold sweat wet his clothes again.

Luo Xiaohu picked up the human skin, quickly came to the table, opened the vessel, soaked the human skin in it, and then asked Cheng Geng, "How did you see that my stepfather was wearing a mask?"

"It's very simple, intuition." Cheng Geng looked at the room. There was nothing special except oil paintings. But when the pictures were flowing in his mind, he suddenly exclaimed. The oil paintings were pieced together and a strange picture appeared abstractly.

It was a conflicting green branch, and a strange flower grew on the head of the branch, and the long buds swept over like long tongues.

Cheng Geng gasped desperately, staring at the oil painting in front of him. Why is this so consistent with his dream?

"Brother Cheng, I wonder when I can hand over the white jade bones in your hand to me?" Luo Xiaohu asked.

Cheng Geng came to his senses, "It's OK at any time, but I want to know what happened to this white jade bone?"

Luo Xiaohu closed his eyes and struggled in his heart. After a long time, he opened his eyes and sighed, "When my stepfather was young, he accidentally broke into a secret place and touched the curse. From then on, he was possessed by the curse, and life was worse than death. He had seen many similar white jade strange bones in that secret place, and he felt that only by solving the mystery of this white jade strange bone can he get rid of the curse."

"Secret land? White jade strange bones?" Cheng Geng took a deep breath and remembered the handwriting recorded on the white jade strange bones he saw, "Isn't this white jade strange bone a kind of burial custom?"

Luo Xiaohu shook his head and said, "I really don't understand the specificity. In fact, my mother died because of this. Now that my biological father dies, there is only one relative in this world. I really don't want to watch him die suddenly." Luo Xiaohu said, and said to Cheng Geng, "Please come with me."

Cheng Geng didn't know what Luo Xiaohu was going to do, so he followed. Luo Xiaohu opened the door and walked towards the end of the corridor. He pushed open the wall at the end, and a door appeared, took a look, and then walked down.

Cheng Geng followed in.

The eyes became brighter and brighter, and then a bright basement appeared. Several people in strange clothes were walking back and forth with strange vessels. In this stone chamber, transparent glassware could be seen everywhere, and in the vessels, there were white jade bones soaked in the brown juice.

Cheng Geng was stunned and looked around. Only then did he realize that there were about dozens of white jade bones in the stone chamber, but where did these white jade bones appear?

Cheng Geng looked at these white jade bones carefully, but found that they were different from what he saw. The handwriting was carved on his white jade bones, which was obviously artificial. Compared with these white jade bones, there was no difference except for the handwriting. It can be judged that they were from the same place, but his white jade bones were brought back by Fujiwara San from the secret area of ​​Aicheng. What was going on?
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