curse

Chapter 27

The early morning wind brushed against the cheeks. Although it was cold, it was definitely not comparable to the strong wind in the depths of the desert.Wen Haogu faced the wind, recalling that distant place in his mind, and walked quickly towards the gate of the Archaeological Institute.He always goes to work very early, and usually arrives at the institute half an hour in advance, and the time on his watch is exactly 7:[-].

He took out the key and opened the door, only to find that the lock seemed to have been tampered with, and a trace of doubt crossed his mind.He walked through the path among the trees and walked into the small building.Wen Haogu felt a kind of uneasiness in his heart, he walked into his office quickly, everything was normal.But still worried, he took out the keys of each room in the small building, entered the corridor, and opened each room to have a look.He first went to the third floor, but found nothing. The same was true on the second floor. On the ground floor, all the rooms at the front were normal. Finally, he came to the room where Jiang He had an accident.Standing in front of this door, Wen Haogu's heartbeat suddenly accelerated inexplicably. He found that his hand holding the key was trembling, and he finally opened the door.

As soon as he walked into the door, he smelled a fishy smell, and some small bugs flew out of the room. To be precise, what he smelled was blood.Wen Haogu took a few steps forward, and he found a person sitting on the chair that Jiang He had sat on.He was a little nervous, so he walked around slowly, and when he got to the front of the chair, he saw the man's face clearly. It turned out to be his right-hand man, Yang Xiaolong.

Yang Xiaolong closed his eyes motionless and sat on the chair with a livid face.

"Xiaolong, why are you here?" Wen Haogu thought that Yang Xiaolong was asleep, so he touched Yang Xiaolong with his hand, but found that Yang Xiaolong's body was icy cold.Wen Haogu's heart immediately froze, he couldn't stand still, his gaze finally touched Yang Xiaolong's left hand hanging from the chair.On the wrist of Yang Xiaolong's left hand, there was a long bloodstain, which seemed to be cut deeply, the artery was severed, and a long stream of blood flowed out from the incision, dripping down the fingers to the ground, so that the There was blood all over the ground.Only then did Wen Haogu notice that he was standing on the pool of Yang Xiaolong's blood. He took two steps back, looked at his most important assistant again, and said softly, "Xiaolong, you finally failed to escape."

Wen Haogu's face also turned pale, like the dead Yang Xiaolong. He didn't know what to do now, so he glanced again and found a piece of paper on the table in front of Yang Xiaolong.Although he was old, his eyesight had always been good, and he could clearly see a few words written on that piece of white paper.In the early morning light coming in from the window, these words pierced Wen Haogu’s eyes like sharp knives. Yes, he could see clearly that they were not Chinese characters, but Khalu Wen, which had been extinct for thousands of years. .

Wen Haogu slowly read out the meaning expressed by this Kalu word: "Curse."

In an instant, he seemed to feel that Yang Xiaolong, who was lying on the chair, was looking at him with a mocking expression, all this was inevitable.The smell of blood continued to fill the room, irritating Wen Haogu's nose, and he sat on another chair with his forehead resting on his hands, as if he was no longer in this world.

The sun outside the window is slowly rising.

(End of this chapter)