By decree and pro

Chapter 105 Reunion

In the early morning of the next day, the sky was gray, as if it was about to blow a cloud of dust.

The sky in this desert is like that, the storm comes as soon as it is said, Yan wants to rush through the Crow Spirit Cemetery before the wind and sand come.

When he was fully dressed and ready to leave the camp, Kurdan ran in a panic and said that three of the packers were sick, vomiting and diarrhea, and sweating profusely, probably because they had eaten badly last night.

Yan hurried to visit.Although these three people were young and strong, they were already sick and exhausted, their faces were pale, and they didn't even have the strength to stand up while clutching their stomachs.

Yan immediately asked the accompanying team doctor, the imperial physician Kashi Mi, to come for a consultation. Ka Shimi is 32 years old this year and is the youngest imperial physician in the imperial hospital.Compared with the conservative school, his medical skills are more advanced. He carefully inspected the three packers, compared their symptoms, and finally concluded that it was heatstroke.

But last night was cold, why did you get heatstroke?

Kashimi said that probably the stove in their tent was burning too hot, and they drank some spirits, and they would get better after a while.

Yan himself didn't drink alcohol but he didn't forbid the team members to drink. He felt that it was necessary to add another rule.

But knowing that the three packers are all fine, he also secretly heaved a sigh of relief, but when he was talking with Ka Shimi, the guard next to him whispered: "You won't be cursed by the crow spirit, right?"

"Yeah, we were chatting and laughing last night, why is it like this in the morning." Another porter who helped take care of the car also muttered.

Yan's eyes swept across their faces like arrows, and the two immediately fell silent and stood with their hands down.

"From today onwards, alcohol is prohibited in the team." Yan ordered, and everyone bowed their heads in response: "Yes, queen."

It seems that today is impossible to leave, but Yan wants to explore the way first.Firstly, I wanted to see what was going on in the Crow Spirit Cemetery, and whether a new path was needed.Secondly, it is also a reassurance for these dubious guys. He Chunyuyan will be fine if he goes alone, so what else is there to be afraid of?

Yan told Ilya and Kurdan about guarding the camp. Ilya disagreed, saying that it was too dangerous. Who knows if there is a group of tomb robbers hiding inside?

Kurdan smiled and said, "Tomb robbers don't dare to stay in this place for long, or they might be dragged into the underworld."

"There will be no ghosts in broad daylight. Don't worry, I'll come back as soon as I go. You just need to guard the camp and don't run around." The last sentence "Don't run around" was aimed at Ilya.

"You tell me to run in this kind of place, and I don't dare to run around." Ilya muttered, and confirmed again, "Yan, you really don't want me to accompany you?"

"No, I'm leaving and you are the second in charge, so be more conspicuous."

"I'm the second in charge?" Ilya glanced at Kurdan with a very embarrassing expression.

"Yes. And you, the shopkeeper, also take care of the whole team." After Yan instructed Kurdan and divided responsibilities, he put on his cloak and went out.

"... Quack! Quack!"

The crow's howling sound is particularly scary in this vast world, just like this mournful sound reaches the world and descends to the underworld, repeatedly impacting people's ears.

Yan really wanted to cover his ears and walk forward, but he was afraid of missing something, so he could only endure the crows that were grinding his ears, and walked along the weedy slope, stepping deep and shallow.

It is strange to say that the place where they camped also has such uneven slopes, but not a single grass grows, and the soil is covered with sand and stones of all sizes.

But here, there are clumps of brightly colored small flowers that look like clown faces emerging from the pile of bones, and there are also dark, crazily growing fungi, and countless poisonous snakes and scorpions entangled in the dark mud holes. inside.

They are not afraid of people and will actively attack.

Yan stepped on a dirt pit just now, if not for his agility, his right foot would have been useless, the snakes here are strong and poisonous, even the snake letter is black.

At first Yan thought it was just a "mass burial", but Dayan's mass burial was at least buried, and the bones here, no matter men, women, old or young, were all directly exposed to the wilderness.Some of them are only bones, which are piled up in a disorderly manner, and some corpses have been exposed to the sun and dried, and the faces are dry and wrinkled in groups. No matter where you go, you can see them "watching" you.

Sometimes Yan even felt that they were staring at him on purpose, otherwise they would have all passed by, and there was also a feeling of being "stalked" in the back of his head.

Yan was very uncomfortable all over, and the chill that hit the soles of his feet became more and more unexpected as the wind and sand gradually picked up and his vision became blurred.

Yan has already patrolled for eleven or two miles, and he traveled so fast that it only took half an hour.The crows gradually gathered around him, probably because he was the only fresh human flesh here.

"Hey, go away, go away! I'm not here to feed you." Yan raised his head and yelled at the crow.I feel a headache for the endless "murderous intent" of these crows.

No, it's a real headache.

Probably because the smell here is not very pleasant. After a long time, it feels like a small hammer is knocking here and there in the brain, and soon the whole brain hurts as if it is shaking.

"Why don't you go back first." Yan thought that if he fell down here, he would have to trouble them to find him, so no one would want to cross here.

The only thing he can confirm is that there is really nothing else here except for the bones, crows, poisonous snakes and poisonous insects.

Yan walked back, stopped abruptly, Dou Da's cold sweat slid down his forehead and fell into his eyes, "Where's the road?"

Yan blinked again, and was horrified to find that the way he came from was gone!

There were piles of gray corpses in front of him, as if they had been crawling behind him, and when he turned around, they all fell down again, burying the only dirt road.

Yan broke out in a cold sweat. In fact, he was pretending to be calm all this way. He was afraid of the rumors, and he was afraid since he was a child.

Some things are scary just because they are nothing.You must know that rumors can kill people, not to mention that the scene of corpses everywhere and intertwined bones is exactly the same as the underworld script he read when he was a child.

"Giggle..." Yan's teeth began to chatter, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he quickly bit down hard to suppress his panic.

"It's broad daylight, don't scare yourself!" Yan exhaled heavily, concentrating his mind, thinking that perhaps he had misremembered, or it was just that he turned in the wrong direction, as long as he walked back, it was always right.

Yan started to walk back, since the road in front of him was gone, every step he took he had to step on those piled up corpses, thinking that they might be someone's husband, wife and daughter, Yan had a kind of saying I can't apologize, but I still have to withstand the pressure and move forward.

At this time, the group of crows erupted into joyous cries for some reason, one after another, like thunder!Yan's right thumb touched the ear of the sword unconsciously, and he could fly the sword to slaughter crows at any time.

"No, the crow is the holy bird of Xiliang, I can't kill it..." Yan was talking to himself, but at the same time he felt that his heart was about to explode, his head was hurting again, and he felt that he couldn't breathe. Just as he was about to run, a call came from behind.

"Yanyan, if you go any further, you will fall down."

Yan's whole body was shocked, and he was stunned as if he couldn't believe it. Even the crow's cry suddenly disappeared, and all Yan could hear in his ears was his own violent heartbeat like a drum.

He actually hallucinated?

"Yanyan?" the man called again.It didn't sound like a voice coming from the head at all.

Yan turned around slowly in disbelief, there was still a layer of wind and sand between the sky and the earth, but the wind was not strong, and he could clearly see Helian Wuluo standing ten steps away.

"Wu, Usman?" Because it was Helian Uro's face, Yan wondered if he had fainted, that's why he "saw" Helian Uro standing on top of the corpse.

"It's me." Usman raised his hand to remove the fake mask on his face, and smiled at Yan Yan, "Yan Yan, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Yan Huan seemed to have never heard of it, and stood blankly. The next moment, his thumb touched the ear of the sword, and the blade came out of its sheath with a clang, revealing a cold light.Yan pressed his fingertips there, and blood beads immediately burst out, and Yan frowned slightly in pain, but he was very excited, this was not a dream or hallucination, and the crow's cry came back, and the person standing in front of him was Usman, his daughter-in-law.

"Usman... why are you here?! When did you come here?" Yan walked towards Usman in three steps at a time, and asked repeatedly.

"After much deliberation, I still can't worry about you... So Yanyan, you, you, don't be angry..." Seeing Yan approaching aggressively, Usman was so scared that he wanted to back away.

But Yan's sharp eyes told him, do you dare to take a step back and try?

Of course Usman didn't dare, even if he borrowed a hundred bears' hearts and leopards' courage, so he stood there obediently, looking at a loss.

"Flame..."

Just when Usman closed his eyes, thinking that Yan was going to teach him a lesson, Yan grabbed his arm and hugged him full!

In terms of size, Usman is still half a head taller than Yan, so there is a sense of joy in this full bosom, because Usman had to squat down and snuggle into Yan's arms like a little daughter-in-law, with a serious expression on his face. Delighted and satisfied.

"Yanyan...I miss you so much." Usman lowered his eyes and whispered, Yan's fiery hug made his heart warm like spring, and the birds were flying like wandering in a sea of ​​flowers. This situation is very good.

"Usman—you bastard!!" Yan's low chirp awakened Usman's sweet dream, and the garden in his heart entered the middle of winter in an instant, with a white wind blowing.

Sure enough, Yan Yan is still Yan Yan, no matter how warm the hug is, there will be no less words to be trained.

Usman pinched his fingertips, put on an open-minded appearance, and stood upright.To be honest, if Yan drove him back in a fit of rage, he would be fine.

"Usman!" Yan frowned and stared at Usman, "Since you're here, why didn't you show up earlier?"

"Huh?" Usman was stunned, "You...don't teach me to leave the palace abruptly?"

"You have come out, what else can I do?" Yan folded his arms, "No wonder I always feel that something is wrong, why can't let you go, I think about you all the time, it's because you are following behind, no wonder It's..."

"Yanyan, you've been thinking about me?" Usman's eyes flashed with ecstasy, "Really? Are you thinking about me all the time?"

"Fake!" Yan Fang spoke quickly, but now he couldn't hold back anymore, so he lowered his face and said, "I want to beat you hard to be real."

"Woo..." Usman gently pulled the corner of Yan's cloak, "Yanyan, I'm here to help you. Look, if I didn't remind you, you almost fell."

"By the way," Yan recalled, "what fell?"

"You come." Usman took Yan's hand, stepped on the corpses without hesitation, and came to the place where Yan was going.

"What?!" Yan's face changed, and there was a huge natural pothole in front of him, like a big bowl embedded in the ground, with a steep edge,

They are all traces of the wind and sand.The bottom of the pit is full of dead bodies, no, not all dead bodies, there are still people who have not swallowed their last breath!

Yan clearly saw a skinny and dark old man lying there, his arms were still struggling and wriggling.

Yan wanted to rush down to save people, but was grabbed by Usman: "The people who come here are willing to die, and the crow spirit will choose those who go to the underworld and take them to the new world."

Yan froze there, this scene was really shocking.The group of crows hovered "Wow-wow--", looking down at the rotten or fresh corpses.

"This is the real cemetery of the crow spirit." Usman looked at the large tunnel like a hell, "Some mourners are greedy for trouble, and some mourners are simply afraid of disturbing the crow spirit. Outside, so there are corpses along the way."

"No wonder the crows were screaming loudly when I approached here just now. They thought someone had brought the corpse again." Yan suddenly understood.

"En." Usman shook Yan's hand vigorously, "No one can escape life, old age, sickness and death, just relax."

"But...why I couldn't see such a big hole in front of me just now, and the road I came from was gone." Yan was really puzzled, "But as soon as you came, I saw the road again."

The road he walked just now was laid clearly on the ground.

"There is a kind of blue butterfly ghost face flower growing here, which smells like the smell of rotting corpses." Usman said, "People will have hallucinations after smelling it, but this kind of thing has no effect on me at all. of."

"It's like this..." Yan came to understand, just now Usman called out to him, brought back his sanity, and then saw clearly what was going on in front of him.

"Under the influence of this flower, people who have not yet died here will think that they are in the river Styx, so they make this gesture of swimming and pulling their arms." Usman looked at the old man who was still struggling to die.

There were huge sore holes in his chest and abdomen, and he seemed to be a very sick and dying person.

"Can it be saved?" Yan asked Usman.

Usman shook his head slightly: "Yan, believe me, if he can be saved, he won't come here and wait to die. The psychedelic effect of ghost face flower can also relieve his pain and torment."

"But that's not real relief." Yan picked up a gravel from the ground, "Can I give him a ride?"

Usman looked at Yan tenderly and nodded.

The stone shot out silently, and the old man who was still struggling to die suddenly heaved a sigh of relief, and walked away peacefully.

Yan folded his palms in front of his chest, bowed to the cemetery and performed a Xiliang salute, and then said to Usman: "Let's go."

"Where do you want to go?" Usman followed Yan and asked, "Back to the camp, or..."

"Of course I'm going back to the camp." Yan looked at Usman's pitch-black Raven Warlock robe, "I also picked up a Raven Warlock to go back during my inspection, it's not in vain."

"...me?" Usman stopped, pointed at himself and said, "Yanyan, you don't want me to be 'Helen Uro' all the time, do you? Then how can we..."

Usman wanted to say "intimacy", but Yan also knew that he was shameless again, so the black eyes that were narrowed for a moment and the brows that were raised slightly showed a serious warning to Usman: "You'd better Choose your words carefully, don't beat me up."