Shan He Biao Li

"Wait, what about the girl just now?"

"What's the girl, the girl is not here at all, I have let her leave the cave."

"What does it mean to leave the cave? Can you speak human language?"

Chu Huan: "Ah, it's a feeling, I can't tell you clearly."

Yuan Ping jumped beside him and wailed: "No, are you okay? Patriarch, what kind of ghost are you looking for the savior? Can you change it to a reliable point?"

Several people fled in vain, and they didn't have time to see what happened behind them.

After they left, they saw the shadow around them still trying to wind around the statue-like girl, but failed several times.

She maintained her original posture without even moving her hair, and suddenly a thin light blew out under the palms on the ground. At first, there was only a long piece of nails, and then it slowly, slowly It's like a bean sprout soaked in water, sprouts and grows in a meandering way, and the mortal life grows independently.

Chu Huan and they ran out again this time, not knowing how far away. Later, Chu Huan's concept of time and distance were completely numb.

On the way, I met other sporadic people. They seemed to be like the girl, and their consciousness was trapped in an environment of extreme fear. They ran all the way. Make him wonder if these people are crazy.

However, when Chu Huan attempted to reapply his old skills, he did not know what the reasons were. He could no longer establish a two-way connection with them, so he had to escape while passing by quickly.

"Is it impossible to be chased all the way to Shen Xingdao?" Chu Huan thought a little desperately.

Counting the lost and obstacles, it is estimated that it will take a year and a half to go to Shen Xingdao. Chu Huan suspects that they will run like a flat man who has been killed by the poison.

Chu Huan compares himself to a hunter. Perhaps the intermediate process and pre-preparation may be a little bit of thoughtfulness, but he is always chasing after others. In this respect, he is really unskilled.

Besides, the thing that chased him was untouchable, and he couldn't touch it.

Chu Huan: "The endless running, we are simply A-Gump 1 2 3 4!"

Nanshan was still sulking somehow, and did not answer.

Ruger asked: "Who is Forrest?"

Yuan Ping replied loudly: "A fool!"

Chu Huan: "..."

His chest was full of sadness and desolation.

This miserable situation continued until they crossed a river.

The river itself is nothing strange. Like countless mountains and rivers in the sinking ground, it has lost vitality, and it is frozen and still, but when Chu Huan saw it, he suddenly "giggled" in his heart.

He knew his sixth sense of not knowing whether it was a blessing or a curse came again, so the ghost sent the **** back.

Chu Huan saw that the Yin Ying, who had been chasing him for so long, was unable to cross the river for some reason, and was reluctantly surging on the other side of the narrow river, like two serpents who spoke.

The little green snake on Ruger ’s shoulder seemed to finally find his opponent, and he also raised his upper body high and made the action of attacking. Of course, it was a time snake who knew the current affairs, knowing that this place was not a place for its success, so it was just With a light-up style, he hissed for a long time, and his tail was still tightly wrapped around Ruger, with no actual movement.

Several people can finally stop and take a breath-not being tired does not mean that the heart and lung function can keep up.

Chu Huan almost wanted to sit on the ground with a buttocks, but at a glance, Yuan Ping had already done this. In order to reflect his tall image, he stiffly stood upright and walked two times to Nanshan in front of him, asking without any question. : "Leader, do you say it is afraid of water or something on our side?"

Nanshan stretched his face and said with pity: "It's not water."

Chu Huan looked up at him and put it up, ignoring the two light bulbs behind him, embracing Nanshan's shoulder with a greasy twist, and asked innocently, "What's wrong? Although the girl was just a statue, she It has become a luminous statue. I think our attempts in this area have twists and turns, but the whole is successful, do n’t you think? "

Nanshan's jaw tensed, probably not.

Nanshan seemed to want to endure, but he was born without such a deep city, he still couldn't help but ask: "Have you always said this to the girl?"

Chu Huan: "..."

The "married man" said nothing in silence. He was thinking about whether this problem was a "principle problem" or "irrelevant" problem in his heart. However, he hadn't waited for him to measure one or two. "Good friend" Yuan Ping has taken the lead in answering: "Yes, Nanshan Patriarch, also on the other side of the river, otherwise how could he have a nickname called Peacock?"

Chu Huan: "..."

He took a deep look at Yuan Ping, thinking about which good time to kill this man to eat meat.

"Um ... this, this is actually ..." Chu Huanzheng tried to explain something. Suddenly, his eyes fell on the patriarch's scepter, his eyes suddenly fixed, "Wait, Nanshan, your root patriarch Will the scepter shrink? Why is it short? "

At the beginning of the first half of his sentence, he was still slippery, but the latter half of the sentence suddenly became serious, and several people were stunned.

Chu Huan was n’t the first time that he felt that the scepter became shorter, but the last time it was not obvious. He just thought he was dazzled. This time, the scepter was shorter by about 5 cm, basically Equivalent to a pair of high-heeled shoes is gone, not too blind and sloppy people can see it.

But has this scepter been passed down from ancient times to the present? Should n’t it have been burned for thousands of years?

Why is it short?

Nanshan Wenyan immediately reached out to measure, and then he could not care about the bright and glaring vinegar, and quickly said: "A short finger length."

Ruger sighed: "I'm afraid it will get shorter and shorter."

Is there any news that the thunderbolt is clearer than "the umbrella in the desperate situation is actually a consumable"?

Chu Huan: "Why ... why?"

"In the words of the elder guardian, the patriarch's scepter burned was 'angry'." Ruger put his finger gently on the scepter. He closed his eyes as if listening to the burning wood quietly. "Beep "Boom" sound.

Nanshan Shensheng said: "The last time Mutai surrounded the mountain, I lighted it once."

"That's right, it might have been shorter since then," Ruger said. "At that time, the sinking ground was approaching. After the mountain gate was closed, the world was not even angry enough on Shenshan. Of course, the scepter was consumed Make yourself shorter and shorter. "

Yuan Ping shivered: "Then ... then if we can't find a way out in the sinking ground, we can only watch it burnt out?"

Ruger nodded.

"..." Yuan Ping, "then what?"

Chu Huan: "Then everyone will die together, and ask again? Ask the head! But as far as it seems, if nothing changes, the scepter's burning speed is uniform, then we should have time, it doesn't matter, don't tension."

Nanshan sighed: "In any case, speed it up."

Originally, in the mist and fog, and fear, now the time limit has been imposed!

Chu Huan visually observed the speed at which the scepter was burning, and suddenly felt that a knife was suspended from his head, and it was possible to fall down at any time, and collectively "clicked" them.

Either the guardian, the gatekeeper, or the venomous serpent, even if each of them looks so coquettish, in this world surrounded by shadows, they seem so small, like a few tired mice.

Chu Huan moved his ankle joint for a while and used his strength. "Gaba" sounded quite painful. He was immediately relieved by half-there is a sense of security when he feels pain, indicating that his thigh bone has not been planned unconsciously. Turn over the skin and expose.

A few people took only a few kungfu breaks, and immediately continued to move forward non-stop. Gradually, the surrounding shadows calmed down, and a coolness rose on the ground.

Chu Huan shivered, and Nanshan immediately noticed: "Cold?"

Chu Huan shook his head silently-this was the most clothes he was wearing, so I was embarrassed to say cold.

"I seem to see the cottage," Ruger interjected suddenly, "I should meet someone in front, are you ready?"

"Meet people" is now a double-edged sword for them, especially the kind that can communicate.

No one can tell whether it is good or bad.

"I feel like we are a group of people who are igniting everywhere." Chu Huan said, "Do you say there is such a possibility, if the fire is much lighter, even if our own torch is extinguished, the legendary death place will be Is it burning? "

This is the explanation that Chu Huan seems closest to the word "Tinder".

No one could answer his question. Chu Huan was the one who could hardly establish communication in the dead. They could only follow him.

Going a little further, Chu Huan could only see the cottage that Ruger had just pointed out. He couldn't help but let out a long breath: "Looking at the dead horse--"

Although the village can be seen, it actually has to turn over a mountain. The mountain is a quiet and dense forest, but the forest here seems to be different from other mountain forests. The trees are almost equidistant, and there are heavy marks of artificial planting.

Chu Huan couldn't help but ask: "Are there any trees planted here?"

"That's where the dead people are buried, similar to the graveyard over the river." Yuan Ping said, "After people die, they return to the ecology, they can get medicines, they can get fertilizers, and some places will bury dead people on the slopes. Go on, plant fruit trees. "

Maybe it ’s because there ’s nothing more spooky than the sinking ground itself. Compared with everything else, including those brutal shadows, it seems gentle. Anyway, Chu Huan walked through this enlarged ashes wall, and there was no What's uncomfortable about stepping on other people's house numbers, Nanshan's funeral customs of their people are like this, always make people feel respected, but not heavy.

The residents who live here give fruit to the little cubs at home, and will probably float out: "This is your grandmother for you to grow."

When I think about it, I find it quite interesting.

Chu Huan couldn't help but say to Nanshan: "Our cemetery is 210,000 square meters, and we have to be equal. It is estimated that you can't make this money by selling bacon all your life. I think if I die in the future, you will take me too Go plant a tree. "

Nanshan's face changed: "What nonsense!"

Chu Huan reached out and pretended to pull a zipper on his mouth.

But it was so quiet. The few of them could only think wildly if they did n’t speak, and the shadows of what they were suppressing quickly would drive people crazy, so Chu Huan did n’t be quiet for a few seconds, and he was emotional again. Say: "I really think it's quite warm here. We can't help it-there are too many people. In the same city every day, there are tens of millions of people running around. There is really no way but to move the cemetery to a distance It is inconvenient to come and go in a place far away from the city. I feel that they will not be forgotten in a few years. Unlike you, it seems that you have been living together. "

When Nanshan thought of it, he asked: "You have sixty ... ten thousand people, that one is dead, isn't it forgotten soon?"

"Soon." Chu Huan nodded. "Within a few years, the relatives and friends occasionally contacted in the same era will no longer be there. This person will completely disappear from the world."

Nanshan felt incomprehensible. For the first time, he had a negative comment on the world that he longed for "over the river"-it seemed a bit indifferent.

Chu Huan smiled: "Actually, it doesn't matter. The dead don't know anything anyway, but the person who lives to the end. The relatives and friends are gone one by one, and sometimes they are sent to the end. Sometimes they doubt whether they have followed. Compare Torment people. "

Chu Huan was the speaker unintentional, but Yuan Ping was intentional by the listener. Yuan Ping was rarely keen, and he looked at Chu Huan with a very complicated look.

He would like to say "you are not easy" like the head of the family, and don't say awkwardly, just like he would like to admit in person that Chu Huan is a good friend of his death, every time he opens his mouth, he always wants Spray his face the same.

Yuan Ping thought about it and thought it was still because Chu Huan was too cheap. If it was changed to Nanshan, these intimate words would seem to be easier to export.

Yuan Ping seldom struggled back and forth for a long while, but in the end he only said with a sneer: "Do you still remember your turbulent years?"

"There are no years of high tide," Chu Huan smiled bitterly, "only years of" steamer "."

Chu Huan didn't like to mention his past, but Nanshan always wanted to hear it, and couldn't help but ask Yuan Ping: "What are the years?"

Yuan Ping came to the spirit, as if finally seizing an opportunity, he made every effort to complain to Nanshan: "Patriarch, do you know how much of this product is not yours? I tell you, he was very mean and shameless since he was a child, he was the teacher's petty agent Until middle school, he always reported to his teacher about his classmates who smoked in the men ’s toilet. "

Nanshan raised an eyebrow and looked at him in surprise: "Is he doing wrong?"

Yuan Ping: "..."

Ruger: "What is smoking?"

Nanshan had seen him, so he explained to him: "It is to roll up a poisonous leaf and light the white smoke inside it-why do you want to touch it if you know it is poisonous? It is for your good sake not to let you touch it. "

Yuan Ping sued instead of losing foreign aid, and suddenly turned to his patriarch with pity.

The upright Patriarch of Rug paused for a second and then said ruthlessly: "He was right."

Chu Huan laughed crazy.

At this time, Nanshan glanced at Chu Huan blankly again, with the townhouse spirit of the head of the family, quietly said: "But don't you smoke it yourself?"

Chu Huan: "..."

He found that Nanshan used to "speak and stop" again, and it was somewhat subtle, but since the "registration" and "seal", Nanshan has become more unkind to him. The treatment is really different.

Yuan Ping grinned at him with a grin on his side. Suddenly, Yuan Ping smiled and looked straight behind Chu Huan, his face gradually dignified.

Chu Huan noticed something was wrong and slowly turned around.

He saw that the valley was full of people, men, women, old and young, with different shapes and sad faces, like a group of reliefs fixed on the wall, dark and stiff.

Chu Huan's heart jumped up and down. He couldn't help but stepped forward. Nanshan grabbed him: "Slow down."

The four people walked past the hillside next to them, walking a huge arc, and approached the group of people carefully.

Generally speaking, no matter whether he can establish communication, Chu Huan can hear noisy vocals as long as he meets people. However, until he is less than half a meter away from the leader, his ears are still silent.

"How is it?" Ruger asked in a low voice.

Chu Huan shook his head, more and more dignified: "Strange, I can't hear anything."

Nanshan let him, stopped the others behind him, took the scepter and raised it in his hand, and slowly walked into this large group of strange people.

Chu Huan: "No, wait."

He had an ominous hunch in his heart.

Chu Huan was flustered before hearing the voice, but now he is even more flustered if he can't hear the voice. Perhaps the people I met before were all single, and this time a large group caused him some kind of psychological pressure. Chu Huan only felt that some huge danger was brewing in the crowd.

The four people stood outside the crowd, and the atmosphere did not dare to make a noise, just like a big enemy.

I don't know how long after that, Chu Huan suddenly heard a faint, crying cry of a child, and in a moment he exploded with sweat: "Retreat! Quickly!"

He couldn't tell the reason for his horror, and sometimes the things that couldn't tell the cause were the most terrible.