Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Chapter 610: The Last

Jian Ming, who always smiles, is serious now. Although he still has that signature smile on his lips, his tense jawline is enough to let people who know him know that he is very serious now.

He suddenly pushed Cui Bianxu's back, pushing him directly into the hole in the floor. Then he jumped up and jumped in front of the crowd. He swung his sword to chop off a one-legged man, and then shouted at Li Sheng who was still fighting with another one-legged man: "You go first, I'm here!"

His eyes were determined. After knowing each other for more than ten years, this was the first time that the guards saw such an expression on Jian Ming's face.

Everyone present understood the meaning of his words. Li Sheng felt a pain in his eyes and a huge pain spreading in his chest.

They were all men of steel. When the guards heard he wanted to stay behind to cover their retreat, they all refused: "How can we leave you here alone to die?"

"Don't you think you can be this hero by yourself?"

"My martial arts skills are not weak either. If you insist on keeping me here, why can't I?"

As we talked, neither of us put down our swords.

Jian Ming slashed at Dujiaolang's arm with his sword, his eyes fierce and arrogant. "If I tell you to leave, then leave. Jiulang is not here, I have the final say. With your limited skills, how many of you should be left behind?! If you delay Jiulang's work, even if I die a hundred times, it won't be enough to make amends!"

As Cui Bianxu's personal bodyguard, his abilities are definitely stronger than what he usually shows!

Before the guards could say anything else, he resumed his nonsensical grin, turned over, and pulled out the long knife that was stuck in the bone. "This beast is very tough. I told you to leave, so you left. Li Sheng, you forgot, I'm ranked ahead of you!"

These guards are ranked according to their martial arts skills. Even though Li Sheng usually speaks coldly to Jian Ming, if they really fight, he is no match for Jian Ming.

According to the rules, when his master is not around, he should follow Jian Ming's arrangements.

Cui Bianxu had already gone down. The situation below was unknown. Time was urgent and they could not afford to give way here. Li Sheng made a decision in a flash. His voice was obscure and difficult, but deafening: "Let's go!"

The guards' eyes were red as if flashing with water, their necks were stiff, and they were breathing heavily. They jumped into the coffin quickly and silently. Li Sheng was the last one. He wanted to stay and fight alongside Jian Ming.

"What are you still doing here!?"

Jian Ming discovered his intention and kept trying to stop Dujiaolang from heading towards the coffin, all the while guarding against the white worms. This was undoubtedly an extremely difficult task. Countless bloodstains appeared on his body, and his once clean robes were now torn in several places. However, he remained as brave as ever: "Those bastards are unreliable. You have to keep an eye on them for me! Hurry and cover the board and protect Jiulang! I never thought I would be so lucky to live in such a luxurious tomb, hahahahahaha."

Li Sheng opened his mouth, subconsciously wanting to argue with him, but for some reason, his throat and tongue were so dry that he couldn't make a sound. He blinked, and two tears slid down his cheeks. He pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying, and then turned around resolutely and jumped into the coffin, pulling the lid.

The moment the cover closed, a shrill scream came into his ears through the gap and echoed throughout the secret passage.

The moment his heart skipped a beat, he had the urge to go back and fight alongside that boy at all costs.

But this passage seemed to be specially built, and the inside was extremely smooth. No matter how hard he tried to stop his body from sliding down, he could not succeed.

Cui Bianxu, the first one to jump into the secret passage, kept rushing down. He didn't know what this secret passage was used for. It was slippery, and it was also very long. In the darkness, he could only rely on the amplitude of his body sliding to judge the direction of the passage.

Unfortunately, this method soon became useless during the long slide. The only thing he knew was that the place where this secret passage led to must be the deepest part of the mountain.

Fortunately, because he was sliding too fast, he couldn't hold his breath for a long time. As the stench of the corpse became stronger, he could judge that he was almost reaching his destination.

Finally, his body suddenly relaxed, and the feeling of being wrapped all over his body disappeared. Cui Bianxu realized that there was a certain gap between this secret passage and the ground. Years of martial arts training made his body extremely agile and coordinated. It was just a brief moment of distraction, and he immediately forced himself to change his posture in mid-air, and then landed steadily on the ground.

The moment he landed, he noticed a strange feeling under his feet. He took out a tinder and took a look, and his face immediately turned dark.

No wonder it stinks, this is actually a burial pit!

There were so many densely packed human bones. Even though he had been the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple for so long, he had never seen such a scene.

Fortunately, he was lucky enough that his foot landed on a piece of leg bone, while the other foot landed on the dark and soft ground.

"Listen everyone, there is a burial pit down here. Be careful when you come out, don't get your feet pierced!" Cui Bianxu shouted at the secret passage where there was constant noise, and then began to circle around this place.

This place gave him a strange feeling. It was clearly a burial pit and it was extremely smelly, but for some reason, apart from the unbearable and nauseating smell, his body and mind were relaxed.

It can be said that it was not until this moment after he parted with Jiang Shangxian that his spirit entered a state of extreme peace.

He even felt a slight tingling sensation in his chest.

This feeling can often only be felt when sitting quietly or meditating.

"Kuro!"

His mysterious state was completely interrupted by the arrival of the guards. He opened his eyes and looked at everyone with a calm face. He immediately noticed something was wrong: "Where is Jian Ming?"

"The sword is ringing..." The guards turned their heads away and dared not look at him.

They all heard the scream, and it was no exaggeration to say that their scalps tingled. As comrades, they knew that although Jian Ming loved to act up and cry all day long, he had never cried because of an injury while on duty.

One can imagine how much pain he was in at that time, as he could have screamed like that.

Li Sheng, the last one to appear, gritted his teeth and made a clucking sound. Facing Cui Bianxu's increasingly serious gaze, he had to stand up and reply: "Jiulang, Jianming didn't come down..."

His words were a little difficult: "He can't come down..."

Cui Bianxu felt as if his temples had exploded. He blinked to dispel the mist that had instantly formed. As if he didn't believe it, but also as if he was trying to confirm it, he spoke in a surprisingly light tone, "What did you say?"

Li Sheng felt as if his heart was being yanked hard. He took a breath of the foul air, tears streaming down his cheeks before disappearing quickly. "Jiulang, our plan now is to find the secret medicine. We have been practicing martial arts since we were young, hoping that one day we can die before you. This is our lifelong wish. I hope Jiulang will not be sad for us."

As soon as he finished speaking, his emotions calmed down completely: "Everyone, find the exit."