When he slashed down with his sword, he didn't know what caused it to stir, causing him to step on empty air and fall into this stone chamber with Xie Chuncan. However, this stone chamber...
Luo Jiujiang pondered for a moment, then held the long sword at his waist. The dark blade was quietly pulled out a little, but after Luo Jiujiang glanced back at Xie Chuncan who was sleeping soundly, it was silently returned to the sheath.
The next moment, Luo Jiujiang's palm hit the stone wall hard, making a dull sound, but did not wake anyone up.
This palm left a shallow palm print on the stone wall. Luo Jiujiang shook his hand which was numbed by the recoil, and roughly estimated the thickness of the stone wall, and his brows unconsciously frowned.
Even a patient like him, who had just recovered from a serious injury, could leave traces on the stone wall, not to mention the monks who were well prepared to hunt them. He saw that the leading monk, Lu Qi, had a paranoid expression and was afraid that he would not be satisfied until he dug three feet deep. Once they found the top layer of stone, they would probably dig a huge hole.
However, this stone chamber was so quiet and stable, without any signs of "work in progress".
Either Lu Qi and a group of monks suddenly became blind, or there was something strange in this stone chamber.
Luo Jiujiang pressed his ear against the stone wall for a while, then turned to the room, groping around every corner. The room was well-ventilated, but the walls were tightly closed. Luo Jiujiang carefully tapped on each stone brick, his ears alert, listening for any movement.
When Luo Jiujiang rubbed his fingers across the smooth brick surface again, his index finger paused slightly.
Although the naked eye could barely discern it, he could still sense the difference in this small patch of wall by the distinct feel of his fingers. After repeated confirmation, Luo Jiujiang used the tip of his knife to carve the shape of the pattern on the ground, copying it minute by minute.
It looked like a clam shell.
Just as he continued to test the wall, tapping the pattern with the knife handle for the third time, Xie Chuncan shook his head and groaned, barely struggling out of his chaotic dream. He said unhappily, "Where are you breaking the ground?"
"There's something wrong with this house. Let me give it a try." Luo Jiujiang straightened up and said with a cheerful smile, "Brother Xie, are you awake?"
"Your clanging noises are so annoying that even if I were a dead man, I would be awakened by the sound of you prying open the coffin." Xie Chuncan stood up with the help of the wall and rolled his eyes at Luo Jiujiang. "Foolish brother, next time you can let me suck more blood. This time I put down 70 or 80 kilograms of red stuff to save you. If you do it again, I will suck you dry."
"Thank you, brother, you are too polite and modest. You are a noble man. An arm weighing three or five hundred pounds is considered a small amount. Seventy or eighty pounds is just the weight of a hair. How can it hurt you?"
"...You'd better get out of here." Xie Chuncan cursed his loyal crosstalk partner, but still walked forward and pulled one of Luo Jiujiang's arms, carefully observing the color of the calligraphy on it, and then probed Luo Jiujiang's meridians. After confirming that he was getting better, he let go of his wrist.
Luo Jiujiang followed his gaze and saw that the blood-colored words on his body seemed to have faded a little. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Brother Xie, this thing I wrote on me won't be wiped off. Fortunately, it can fade on its own. Otherwise, with these small, broken words all over my body, not only the Axe Gang and the Qinglong Society, but even bookstores wouldn't be willing to accept me."
"Don't worry, Jiujiang." Xie Chuncan chuckled and glanced at Luo Jiujiang's face, which was covered with ant-like blood words until his true features were almost unrecognizable. "Even for your bright future as a handyman in a bookstore, this color won't fade so quickly. You have to wait until your lover finds you. When you're gasping for air at night and are asked for 'five cents of white atractylodes' and then 'two ounces of poria', it's enough for someone to recite all night long."
Luo Jiujiang was stunned and asked in confusion: "What?"
Xie Chuncan was also stunned. After a moment, he coughed and said, "Sorry, just pretend you didn't hear me. This damn place only distinguishes between the living and the dead, regardless of age. I'm used to it. I can't help but say anything... I forgot you're still that young."
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