Chapter 58 Dilemma
Tian Langjun only patted Luo Binghe's shoulder lightly, and the arm broke again. He frowned, and Zhu Zhilang immediately picked it up for him and presented it with both hands.
Luo Binghe did not even bother to wipe the blood, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he grabbed the inner demon on his back with his backhand. Tian Langjun said: "The sword is a good sword. It's a pity that the way it is used is messy."
Luo Binghe shouted at Shen Qingqiu in a low voice: "Go!"
Why are you walking? Can you even walk?
Zhu Zhilang said: "It's too late. Two hundred Black Moon Pythons can only open the Holy Mausoleum barrier for a moment and let you in."
Luo Binghe said in a stern voice: "Then I'll use the two of you as a blood sacrifice and start again!"
Unexpectedly, before the Heart Demon Sword was completely unsheathed, it was suddenly thrust back into the sheath. Tian Langjun had stood behind him without knowing when, and pushed the sword back into the sheath with one finger, not wanting him to take out the sword. Luo Binghe also reacted very quickly, turning around to meet the attack. Unexpectedly, no matter how fast he was, the Heart Demon could only pull out three inches at most each time, and then it was pushed back immediately. After a few rounds, Tian Langjun seemed to lose interest, and turned his wrist, ignoring the Heart Demon, and pressed directly on his forehead.
Luo Binghe's eyes suddenly opened, and a thick purple-black aura rolled over his forehead. He didn't know what Tianlang-Jun was doing, and he was speechless.
Tian Langjun closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again and said, "It turns out that you are not the only one here, you also brought two small fish with you."
He raised his hand, looked at Luo Binghe's face, and commented objectively: "Looks like his mother."
A cold voice came from the side: "The eyes look like yours."
Tianlang-Jun slowly turned his head.
Xiu Ya Sword flashed with cold light, across Zhu Zhilang's neck. Shen Qingqiu said: "Such a good subordinate, it's not worth it to lose him. Should Tian Langjun consider this?"
Zhuzhilang whispered, "Your Majesty, I was careless for a moment."
Even though he was "careless for a moment", he was still so difficult to deal with! Shen Qingqiu had to work very hard to control him. This guy was just as slippery even when he wasn't in snake form!
Tian Langjun said slowly: "If you treat Zhu Zhilang like this, he will be sad."
Shen Qingqiu said half-truthfully: "If you treat your son like this, I will also be sad. You let go of your son, and I will let go of your nephew, how about that?"
Tian Langjun said: "I'm afraid you won't give me this opportunity."
Shen Qingqiu's palms were actually covered in cold sweat, but his voice sounded extremely calm: "I'm giving you this opportunity."
Tian Langjun said: "I mean, Zhu Zhilang will not give me this opportunity."
Before he finished speaking, Zhuzhilang suddenly took the initiative to charge towards the tip of Shen Qingqiu's sword!
This strike was extremely powerful, a real desperate move, with absolutely no suspicion of falsehood. Shen Qingqiu was taken aback, and subconsciously withdrew his sword. With the sword's tip retracted, Zhuzhilang took advantage of the situation to escape and flashed back to Tianlangjun's side.
Tian Langjun made a "you see" expression and said with a smile: "If I am asked to accept his demands, Zhu Zhilang will ask for death. Master Shen Feng, please do not underestimate him."
Shen Qingqiu was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. As a hostage, Zhuzhilang was really worthless. He finally managed to hold him, but there was no sense of accomplishment at all!
Tian Langjun said: "My nephew has suffered a little injustice, and he should seek redress from Master Shen Feng's disciple." As he spoke, he clenched his five fingers slightly.
Luo Binghe groaned, blood flowing from the corner of his eyes, but he turned his eyes to Shen Qingqiu with difficulty, biting the blood foam in his teeth, and said: "... Let's go! It doesn't matter where we go... Don't stay here!"
Shen Qingqiu raised his head suddenly, and threw the Xiu Ya sword forward. Like a flash of white lightning, it stabbed at Tian Langjun. He tilted his head slightly, and the sword tip rubbed his cheek, and with a clang, it was nailed to the painting wall far behind him.
He said, "My aim is not very good."
Shen Qingqiu slowly withdrew his hand and curled his lips: "Very accurate. Hit the bull's eye."
Tian Langjun was slightly startled and immediately turned around.
The Xiu Ya sword was nailed to one of the eyes of the smiling woman on the mural. The gemstone originally inlaid in the pupil broke into several pieces and fell down the stone wall with a flash.
The woman was clearly just a face painted on the wall, but the corners of her mouth were curled wider and wider, as if she was getting happier and happier, with her mouth stretched all the way to her ears, like the bloody mouth of the Slit-Mouth Woman.
Suddenly, a shrill laugh broke out from the tomb hall. And this laughter came from the mouth of the woman in the mural!
The Happy Palace has anti-theft measures. One wall is inlaid with gems, but if you pry one off, you will be killed by the sonic weapon of the Happy Palace Witch!
This laughter is particularly effective against the demons. After all, it was originally meant to guard against the demons. No one would be so idle as to come to the demon world to rob graves. As soon as it entered his ears, his heart and brain began to beat wildly. He felt a sharp pain, and his head was spinning. His eyes were blurry. Zhu Zhilang couldn't help but cover his ears, and Tian Langjun also pulled out a hand to press his temples. Shen Qingqiu was prepared. He took advantage of this moment and rushed over. With a wave of his left hand, the Xiu Ya sword returned to its sheath. He grabbed Luo Binghe with his right hand and ran!
Rushing into the next tomb hall, Shen Qingqiu's first thing was to lower the gate and let them die! The heavy boulder fell to the ground with a thud, stirring up dust. He only found the mechanism to close the door, but not the one to open it. It would be best if it couldn't be opened! He just thought so and finally felt relieved. When he looked back, he almost fell to his knees.
Zhuzhilang had one hand tightly held by him and blinked.
I'm drunk. How could he pick the wrong person!!! What sin had he committed to leave the father and son who were committing domestic violence in the palace of happiness!
What a sin! ! ! Shen Qingqiu shook his hand off and turned to chop the stone door, but Zhuzhilang pulled him back: "Master Shen, don't go back. He has no chance of winning in front of the Lord."
Shen Qingqiu was going crazy.
Why can they still mistake people even though they are so close?! It’s all because the laughter of the mural girl in Xidian is too strong, the green candles are dim, and the three people are all wearing black clothes that look similar at first glance. Is it because they are relatives that their preferences for colors and styles are similar?!
Shen Qingqiu cried because of his own stupidity. He could no longer bear it and hammered the stone door, saying: "I originally wanted to be with Luo Binghe!"
Zhuzhilang was stunned when he heard this.
After a while, he said, "Master Shen, haven't you and him been together for a long time?"
“…”
It’s hard to explain to these people!
Shen Qingqiu raised his hand to shut him up, turned around and took a few steps, and suddenly felt that the ground beneath his feet was uneven.
Zhuzhilang followed and made a blocking gesture: "Don't move!"
A huge woman's face covered the entire floor of the hall. They were stepping on the ears of this face.
Unlike the female face in Xidian, this face was not charming at all. Instead, it was ferocious, with bloodshot eyes, narrow eyes and a wide nose. She was extremely ugly and evil, just like a female demon.
Shen Qingqiu said cautiously: "Don't step on my face."
Zhuzhilang: “…”
The whole ground is covered with faces, if you don't want to step on faces, then step on anything else...
The three palaces of joy, anger and sorrow are located one after another. After the first palace of joy, the next one is the "palace of anger".
In the original novel, when Luo Binghe visited the Holy Mausoleum and passed this level, he used a specific position. Unfortunately, Shen Qingqiu didn't remember which parts he stepped on. If you accidentally step on the wrong step, the anti-theft measures of the Wrath Palace will be activated. The sword of protection is also not allowed. As long as you pass vertically above, it will be considered as stepping on it.
After all, of course you get mad when someone steps on your face! No wonder you get mad!
He dared to rush in because he thought he was going to catch Luo Binghe, who must know how to move. Who knew he would end up catching the wrong person! It seems that Xi Zhilang and Tian Langjun were only active in the first level of Xi Palace before, so he probably can't be relied on to pass the level!
The ground was getting hotter and hotter. Shen Qingqiu squatted down, tested the temperature, and immediately pulled his hand back. It was as hot as if there was a fire burning in the ground, and all that stood on the ground were teppanyaki meat. The cheeks of the woman on the ground were originally crimson, and were gradually heating up and turning into a bright red.
I'm afraid they have stepped on his face a few times without realizing it. Shen Qingqiu stepped back a few steps and tried to lean to the side.
Suddenly, bright golden-red liquid erupted from the ground like a fountain.
Zhuzhilang instantly transformed into his original form, a yellow-eyed green snake with glowing scales, coiled on the ground, raised his upper body, raised his head and hissed, and was as tall as four people. He rolled Shen Qingqiu into a ball, tightly wrapped in his scales. The white fangs were close to Shen Qingqiu's head, and the pair of golden eyes looked even more curious at a close distance.
Tianlang-Jun was right. Xizhilang was indeed a man whose mind was unable to turn around. Did he forget that he was in tears because of the realgar wine? Did he forget that he was pointed at with a sword just now? Now he was still trying his best to protect him, which made Shen Qingqiu feel embarrassed to betray him.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the entire wall on one side of the Wrath Palace collapsed. In the thick smoke, Tian Langjun flexed his wrists while walking down the rubble wall and into the Wrath Palace, saying, "I don't know if this is my illusion, but Master Shen Feng seems to be more familiar with this sacred mausoleum than I am."
Zhuzhilang transformed back into human form and cried out in a lost voice, "Sir, don't come in!"
Before Tian Lang-Jun showed any doubt, he had already stepped on the woman's face six or seven times in a row.
Shen Qingqiu: “…”
Zhuzhilang: “…”
A huge column of magma that could be hugged by four people suddenly gushed into the sky, and Tianlang-Jun was instantly engulfed in flames.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!
Shen Qingqiu laughed wildly in his heart. I told you not to listen to what I said! I told you to beat your own son! Go ahead and pretend, pretend all you want, but you will be struck by lightning if you pretend!
But he soon stopped laughing. Luo Binghe stumbled in from behind. One of his arms was limp, as if it was completely broken. Blood was flowing uncontrollably from his head, and one of his eyes could not be opened.
It was terrible. It was so terrible, much worse than when Luo Binghe was beaten by the original goods when he first came here!
What's wrong with Luo Binghe's physique? Why do the elders love to use violence to educate him? He's not from Bai Zhan Peak!
Zhuzhilang circled around the pillar of fire, not paying attention to anything else. Luo Binghe took in the scene in the hall, then looked down, jumped off the pile of rocks, and walked five or six steps in an instant to come to Shen Qingqiu.
It's unscientific. How on earth could he know which way to go without triggering the authorities just by taking a single look?
Luo Binghe seemed to know what he was thinking, and said concisely: "Go to the acupuncture points on the face."
As they were talking, the two of them had already passed through the Wrath Palace and entered the next level. When the stone gate fell, Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but look at Luo Binghe twice more to confirm that he had found the right person this time.
Shen Qingqiu stood at the edge of the tomb hall, not daring to move. The witch of the main hall of the "Palace Hall" was perched on the top of the sky. Looking up, he saw a female face with tightly knitted eyebrows and a mournful and gentle expression.
Sensing someone intruding, the face narrowed its eyes, wrinkled its facial features, and looked more miserable. First, drops of water dripped from its eyes, and soon, dense rain fell from the entire sky.
He was about to speak to remind them that this was a rain of corpses and that they should not get close to them, but Luo Binghe raised a hand, protected him underneath, and rushed over with the two of them...
Shen Qingqiu: “…”
Where's your IQ! In the original novel, you are a technical expert, but this is too simple and crude!!!
The original novel of the Triple Hall of Joy, Anger and Sorrow is a copy of 200,000 words. Now, if we convert it, is it one chapter?! The Triple Hall of Sorrow took at least ten chapters to finish. Now, what about it? Is it three chapters?! Are you in a hurry?!
The system sent a reminder: [Cut out the watered-down content, refine the plot, b-level +100! ]
Too much cutting!
After they came out, they saw a dark and silent tomb passage. As they left the tomb hall, green flames lit up faintly, one row after another, extending endlessly.
The anti-theft measures of the Holy Mausoleum were simply pervasive, and the death candles were placed everywhere as if they were free of cost. The blind corpses that were wandering aimlessly in the tomb passage came over with drooling mouths. Luo Binghe raised a hand, his expression grim and impatient. They screamed unwillingly, their throats were filled with low growls, and they hid their heads and retreated into the darkness.
Luo Binghe didn't even look at Shen Qingqiu, he let go and said, "Let's go."
Every time he caught Shen Qingqiu before, he would stare at him intently, but this time he didn't.
Shen Qingqiu noticed that Luo Binghe's face was very red, which was very strange under the dim green candlelight. But it was definitely not because of shyness. Shen Qingqiu suspected that he was poisoned or had a brain congestion from the beating, but his steps were still steady, so it didn't seem like that.
He wanted to ask a question, but he didn't know how to ask.
When Shen Qingqiu was about to utter a word, Luo Binghe spoke first.
It seemed that every time the atmosphere reached a stalemate, he was the first to speak and break the silence.
"Is the spiritual vein of this body functioning well?"
Shen Qingqiu didn't expect that his first sentence would be this. He was stunned for a moment and replied, "Normal."
He remembered that the spiritual veins of this body were restored bit by bit by Luo Binghe over a period of five years.
Luo Binghe nodded and said, "That's good. I kept the other body for a few days, but I can't keep it any longer."
Lu Huazhi's soul died the moment it left her body, and withered and disintegrated in an instant, but Luo Binghe could still hold on for a few days, and even dared to come to the Holy Mausoleum alone after that. Shen Qingqiu didn't know what to say anymore.
Tian Lang-Jun seemed to have mentioned that Luo Binghe "brought two small fishes with him". Shen Qingqiu asked, "Who else did you bring with you?"
Luo Binghe finally glanced at him and said, "I came here alone."
After a pause, he continued, "Those two guys just now are not easy to deal with. Even if Master doesn't want to stay with me, I hope he won't go with them."
Shen Qingqiu asked: "Have you met them before?"
Luo Binghe said calmly: "I met that snake before in Southern Xinjiang. We fought a few times and almost got hurt. I haven't seen the other one, but I can't beat him."
Zhu Zhilang was born in Southern Xinjiang, so he was naturally more diligent when he was running around there. Tian Langjun also said that the plague incident in Jinlan City was originally caused to solve the food problem in Southern Xinjiang. Luo Binghe had fought with Zhu Zhilang several times in Southern Xinjiang, which was expected.
But Zhu Zhilang didn't seem to explain his identity to Luo Binghe, let alone regard him as the young master. Tian Langjun also didn't seem to have such plans.
It seems that neither his father nor his cousin has any intention of acknowledging him.
Shen Qingqiu felt mixed emotions and was hesitating awkwardly when the candlelight suddenly flickered, the tomb passage darkened, and Luo Binghe's body pressed against him.
Damn, just when I felt a little sympathy for this kid, it happens again! It happens again!
But this time Luo Binghe didn't hug him, nor did he move his hands or feet. Instead, he completely fell on him and didn't move at all.
Shen Qingqiu finally found something strange. He was also very tired, and could not support the bodies of two people, so he leaned against the stone wall with a thud, and Luo Binghe leaned on him, limp, and his head hit the wall, making a loud thumping sound, which made Shen Qingqiu's heart tremble and his teeth ache.
He stood up quickly, hugged Luo Binghe with his backhand, and fumbled around until he felt his back. Luo Binghe's clothes were torn and tattered, all because of the rain of corpses from the palace. He probed deeper and found that the skin beneath his skin felt strange, as if it was decaying. It also smelled fishy.
After all, a rain of corpses is not a good thing.
According to Shen Qingqiu's habit of greeting people, he liked to slap him on the face first, but as soon as he stretched out his claws, he felt a little hesitant to do it, so he patted his cheeks lightly twice instead, and his voice couldn't help but soften: "Luo Binghe? Luo Binghe?"
Luo Binghe closed his eyes tightly, his eyelashes didn't even tremble, and his face became abnormally redder.
Shen Qingqiu reached out and touched his forehead and cheeks, which were hot, as if he had a fever. But there was absolutely no such thing as a "fever" on Luo Binghe. He touched his hand again, but it was cold. He felt like his head was in a microwave oven and his body was in an ice cave.
In Shen Qingqiu's concept, even if the hero occasionally has moments of desolation and distress, it will not last long, let alone to the point of losing consciousness.
Shen Qingqiu placed one hand behind Luo Binghe's head and rubbed the spot where he had just bumped into the wall.
"Luo Binghe, can you hear me clearly?"
No response.
Shen Qingqiu calculated. In order to protect his body from withering, Luo Binghe consumed several days of spiritual energy (but he still failed to protect it in the end); he went to great lengths to catch the Black Moon Python Rhino everywhere; after arriving at the Holy Mausoleum, he was first punched and kicked by Tianlang Jun, then hit by the sound wave attack of the Happy Hall, and continued to be punched and kicked by Tianlang Jun, and finally was showered with corpses.
No matter how you think about it, it's much more serious than having a fever.
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