Jiang Lian felt that if Kuang Meiying asked this, he could still accept it: Meiying was originally a net-like person, and she didn't have much interaction with him these days.

But the charlatan...

Please, he and Meng Qianzi first met in Xiangxi, where there were charlatans in Xiangxi; furthermore, there were charlatans in Guangxi; there were charlatans in Guangxi; there were stagnant advances, and there were still charlatans in Qinghai, where there were still charlatans in Qinghai...

Three people walked, the two became double, and the other person was unaware of it. Is your heart so big that you can shoot?

Jiang Lian lowered his eyes to him and calmly said: "No, I am not familiar with Qianzi at all."

What a lie, the charlatan is angry.

However, looking at Meng Qianzi's expression, the charlatan felt that the ice corpse should not be Xian Qionghua: otherwise, no matter how desperate her seventh mother died, she would not be able to feel relaxed.

He shone the ice corpse with a flashlight: "Miss Meng, who is this...?"

With one sentence, she pulled Meng Qianzi back to reality. She was silent for a moment and said, "It should be my Grandma Duan."

After a pause, he pointed upwards: "There is an ice-shaped dragon on it. I don't know if I have read it wrong - it seems that there are bones frozen in the ice."

***

The problem is here.

Jiang Lian tied himself up and "fixed" to the mountain wall. Originally, he should have untied the rope and taken Meng Qianzi down, but there was Duan Wenxi's body and suspected dragon bones on it...

If he still has to go up in the end, he will have to tie him up after he is untied. Isn’t that a waste of time? Moreover, both of them have injuries and are not suitable for frequent rushing up and down.

But he couldn't think of any good idea at the moment, and for a moment, he was really stuck on the mountain wall.

Meng Qianzi finally waited for the person, and the breath he was holding passed, his whole body relaxed, his eyelids were really heavy, and he said, "I'll sleep for a while, for only five minutes, you'll call me again."

Before Jiang Lian could answer, she leaned toward his neck, closed her eyelids, and instantly she fell into a dark sweet spot.

How tired is this? Jiang Lian was both distressed and funny. Fortunately, the stone wall under him was slightly tilted and there were steps under his feet. She was not uncomfortable sleeping when she lay on him like this. Jiang Lian hugged her with one arm, freed up a hand, and signaled the direction upwards to the charlatan.

The charlatan nodded, sighed, sat down on the edge of the hole, staring blankly at the person hanging in the air.

In fact, there is nothing to see at this angle and height difference. The ice corpse is just a human-shaped ice cube that looks quite ridiculous from one sight.

I drank half a pot and kept you three mouthfuls. I had no chance to meet and had no chance to drink.

He reached out to his waist and touched it for a while. Then he remembered the wine gourd, which was lost in the giant crocodile cave with the phoenix eye.

When Jiang Lian looked at his appearance, he felt a little sad when he looked at the ice corpse.

Looking up from below, I couldn't see clearly, and I still had to go to it anyway. The charlatan waved to Jiang Lian and signaled that he would prepare to go there too.

Jiang Lian pulled out another rope, tied a condom on a protruding rock with one hand, and then threw it around his waist, then threw it to the charlatan, just as a simple safety rope.

The mountain walls are uneven and suitable for climbing. Even like a charlatan, it is not very difficult to climb, but there are not so many suitable points for stepping. He stopped half of the body position below Jiang Lian, and gasped for a while before looking up at Meng Qianzi who was asleep: "You... are you really?"

Jiang Lianxiao, the charlatan asked, it was so funny. It wasn't true. Was it a joke?

The charlatan muttered: "Then you have to work hard."

Jiang Lian was surprised and lowered his voice and asked him, "Why?"

The sage said: "Miss Meng's family background is born with a sense of distance from others. She has many people and many opinions. If you have to be wronged and considerate, how can you not work hard?"

Jiang Lian smiled and said, "It's okay."

He has been in a circumstance since he was a child, and has been used to it in the slit. Now, this kind of comprehensiveness is nothing compared to the past, and it is nothing. Moreover, he doesn't feel wronged - how can he be wronged to fight for the person he likes?

The charlatan did not express his opinions anymore, half because of this kind of thing, just like a person knows the warmth and coldness of water; half because of his experience, it is not easy to be an emotional mentor for others.

He looked at the ice corpse: "Miss Duan lives so freely and freely in this life, who knows how dead she is..."

He couldn't find a suitable word to describe it, and he always felt that he was insulting Duan Wenxi: Do they need you to sigh? Maybe she doesn't care at all. Life is like flowers blooming, and death is like cold and gray. It's just her choice.

Jiang Lian said softly: "A person's life is like a book. If you don't turn to the last page, you don't know what form it will end - hey, have you ever thought about how you will end?"

The charlatan said, "I thought about it."

This vast and deep cave is silent and silent, and death is hanging not far away. There seems to be no taboo when talking about this topic.

The voice of the charlatan floated in the dark, and then slowly sank deeper.

"I like the excitement. I hope that when I die, my good friends will come to see me off. I should die first. I am old."

"At that time, I will give some of the inheritance I have saved to this and some of that. I will give everyone a few words - although like Xiao Fengfeng, I am very impatient to listen to me, but the dead are the most important. At that time, he will have to be honest and respectful to me."

"After saying that, I can kick my legs. I have to kick hard, and I will have no regrets."

After speaking, he turned to Jiang Lian: "Where are you?"

Jiang Lian said: "My..."

He smiled. He was still young and thought more about how to live better. He rarely involved in death and other things: "I hope Qianzi will accompany me at that time."

It’s hard to say that life is so long, it’s like taking a long-distance bus, with so many stops in the middle, passengers get on and off, come and leave. Who knows who is the one who is with him in the end?

These words rolled in the throat of the charlatan and swallowed them back. When others need blessings, don’t give me any cold and vicissitudes of life insights.

The two of them didn't say anything, and the hanging chains finally stopped. Duan Wenxi's body was like a stagnant pendulum, with no wind around him, only the snow chicken paced slowly by the hole below the bottom.

After a while, Jiang Lian suddenly said, "It's so strange."

The charlatan responded casually: "What's strange?"

"You said that Yan Luo spent so much effort to implicate Grandma Duan and use her abilities to go all the way to the mountain. After using it, why do you have to kill someone? Even if it is to kill him, why use this... cruel way?"

I can't go up to the sky or go down to the ground. I just hung it for nearly half a century. I really can't live a peaceful life after death.

The charlatan didn't say anything, but looked at Duan Wenxi's body and the hole hanging from the bronze chain. As he looked, the cold air crawled on his back and blurted out: "Fishing platform!"

Jiang Lian was stunned: "What fishing platform?"

The sage grabbed the rocks with one hand, and pointed to the heights with the other hand: "Do you remember the piece of paper you put on the divine eyes? As I looked at it, I followed the part you had not finished. 'Go down to the nine steps, sacrificed the phoenix feathers, burned the dragon bones, saw the ladder, and the end of the ladder's shadow was the fishing platform'..."

"Look, does the hole on the top look like the fishing hole chiseled on the ice during fishing in winter? Does the bronze chain look like the fishing rope hanging from the fishing rod? And Miss Duan..."

Jiang Lian felt a cold gush, like a storm of dark wind: "Fishing bait?"

Maybe the two of them had a louder voice, Meng Qianzi woke up as she moved: In fact, if she really let her sleep, she wouldn't have enough sleep for a day or a night, but in a dangerous situation, it would be difficult to sleep to death no matter how tired she was. She always had a string that was easy to wake up, not to mention that she had closed her eyes and reminded herself to "sleep for only five minutes."

She heard Jiang Lian’s last words: “What bait?”

No one answered, but she caught some clues from the expressions and eyes of the two of them, and turned to look at the ice corpse. There were two words "fishing bait" with preconceived ideas. When she looked at the scene, the more she looked, the more she looked, and she was terrified to think about it carefully.

Her throat was dry. At first, she thought that Yan Luo was using Duan Wenxi to open the way. Now she realized that it was far more than that Duan Wenxi was the golden beans he held in his hand. He had to squeeze oil if crushed.

"Does Yan Luo use my Grandma Duan as bait? What should I catch?"

An answer gradually took shape in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it. Jiang Lian asked her for help: "Yan Luo came for Qilin Jing. This is a fishing platform. I think Yan Luo's last step is to bait under the fishing platform."

The charlatan also sighed: "Miss Meng, something has happened in the past two days. You don't know it - I told you, and you will understand."

He said a long story short and said what happened outside, especially Jiang Lian's experience in his sleep: "We suspect that the drifting cave has returned and is nearby. Now it seems that maybe it is in this mountain intestine. If I say something boldly, it may be..."

He thrust his mouth towards the deep and dark bottomless pit below.

Meng Qianzi's heart beats violently: the drifting cave has water essence, and water essence can be used to store people's consciousness for a long time. They have always suspected that those things like grape bunches are Qilin Crystals. According to what the water ghost saw when entering the drifting cave, the water essence and Qilin Crystals were undergoing a strange fusion.

If those grape bunches were Kirin crystals and Yan Luo was baiting and fishing here, the hidden place of the drifting cave would indeed be under their feet.

She lowered her voice, as if she was afraid that her words would be heard by countless ancient ghosts deep in the ground: "Yan Luo is fishing for Qilin Crystal here?"

The charlatan nodded: "Yan Luo didn't know what drifting cave at all. The guidance he received was just telling him that he could use this method to catch the Qilin Crystal, and those who get the Qilin Crystal will gain immortality."

Jiang Lian added: "He thought he caught a pure treasure. Who knows that those below were copied and used as 'seeds' or defective products cut from the dead Qilin. What's worse is that someone was in 'in' first."

What absurd thing. Yan Luo did not hesitate to kill people and rob, but took risks. He caught the Qilin Crystal with joy, thinking that he would have an endless lifespan from now on. Who knew that a greedy demon who coveted his body was already in the Qilin Crystal.

The evil people will be punished by the evil people. If you walk the same path together, you will inevitably meet them. Greedy people will always encounter even more greedy.

Meng Qianzi's chest was undulating violently, and she couldn't help it: "Then why do you have to use me, Grandma Duan? I have read it carefully. Grandma Duan should have died first and then hanged. If he had to use a dead person, he would even... spend money to buy a corpse."

Jiang Lian comforted her: "It happened more than 40 years ago. Grandma Duan died, and Yan Luo had no good ending, it all passed."

The charlatan thought for a while and shook his head: "Miss Meng, what you said is wrong. It shouldn't be possible to die casually. It may not be appropriate for me to say this, but Miss Duan is the one with the most cost-effective."

"The Qilin crystal can only play its resurrection function by combining it with the human body, but this does not mean that it will take the initiative to run to people. You have to use bait when fishing, and you have to put earthworms and red worms that fish like to eat."

"Do you still remember that the three surnames of Water Ghost built corpse nests in some Jintang caves? But as of now, have they been activated for those corpses? No, the ancestor left a message and led the water ghost to the drifting cave. The most preferred one for them is the water ghost, that is, the Qilin Crystal is close to the water ghost."

"Zong Hang is an exception, but when you think about it carefully, there is no exception: after he was killed, he was tied to Yi Sa's sister Yi Xiao, and Yi Xiao was born with a water ghost. It is very likely that the Qilin Crystal in the water was heading for Yi Xiao and he also took advantage of him."

Meng Qianzi couldn't help but feel a little nervous: "But my Grandma Duan is a mountain ghost."

Jiang Lianqing held her waist and signaled her to listen to the charlatan's words first.

"We have discussed that the water ghost's bloodline is special and is the most suitable conversion carrier. In other words, water ghosts are the first-class ones. But outside of water ghosts, do you jump directly to ordinary people? I don't think it's."

"At least, as of now, we already know that there were several major branches among the people who followed Chiyou back then, and the bloodlines of these people were also special. For example, mountain ghosts can be the same as mountain; for example, the daughter of the Sheng family can understand the bell words; for example, Miss Kuang, her blood is also different. These people are second to water ghosts, but better than ordinary people. If you don't have the best fishing bait, of course you have to settle for the second best."

"Let's look at the actual situation at that time. Can Yan Luo find the water ghost? No, the water ghost is too secret; can he find the Sheng family? No, the Sheng family is too closed and has been hiding from all over the world; can he find the Kuang family? Not to mention, the Kuang family was almost killed, and his only bloodline was taken to Nanyang by Kuang Tongsheng."

Meng Qianzi smiled bitterly: "So, there are only mountain ghosts left? That's right. Grandma Duan is a mountain bun, which can provide him with convenience and help him open the way. She can help him catch Kirin Crystal even if she dies. She is indeed... the most cost-effective."

She looked at Duan Wenxi's body, and her eyes suddenly became hot: "Fortunately, we finally found it. After going out, Grandma Duan can collect her bones and her natal mountain will not have to be here...hanged."

The charlatan pointed to the hole hanging from the bronze chain: "Yan Luo should have been on the top at that time. After getting the Qilin Crystal, he also went out smoothly, so I think the exit of the mountain intestine should be found by the top..."

Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered something: "Miss Meng, how did you get to the fishing platform? Shouldn't you go down to the ninth level first, then sacrifice the phoenix feathers and burn the dragon bones?"
To be continued...