Shan He Biao Li

Chu Huan felt something was passing by him, and he had only one thought in his heart: "It's too late!"

But the crow's mouth was not unspoken but also effective-at the next moment, the crying sound in the ear seemed to be equipped with a loudspeaker, and in it, Chu Huan found himself unable to breathe.

At first, his chest seemed to be covered with an unknown membrane, and the breathing air was stuck in the trachea and refused to go down.

Later, the air seemed to become a mud, and the slight power of the breath could not **** it anyway.

Not only was he like this, Chu Huan saw Yuan Ping not far away, his hands tightly grasping his chest, like a fish out of the water, gasping for breath.

And at this point of the bone, this man actually stopped quite heartily, breathlessly feeling lucky: "If ... if the world is ... is idealistic, isn't it ..."

Chu Huan knew what he was thinking by looking at his virtue—Yuan Ping was whimsical, intending to achieve a tortoise state without really breathing by "imagining that he does not need to breathe".

But it seems that he might not be able to breathe, and it is not far from going west.

Chu Huan thought: "It's a fart, stupid!"

He and Ruger had the same spirit to grab Yuan Ping's shoulder and drag him up forcibly.

As the breathing became more and more difficult, Chu Huan had begun to bloom in front of his eyes. He knew that it would n’t take long for the brain to be deprived of oxygen, and the brain would be irreversibly damaged. Become a vegetative.

But where should they run?

Where……

At this moment, the rope on Chu Huan's hand was suddenly pulled violently. When he turned around, he saw Nanshan made a gesture to him and looked down Nanshan's sight. Chu Huan saw the overgrown dead man. The forest of planted fruit trees seemed to be windy, and the tops of the trees shook there in unison.

But how can there be wind here?

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. Chu Huan's first feeling is that something is wrong, but he has no time to think along the first feeling, and hesitant to continue anymore, I'm afraid he will die here.

The group had no choice but to rush towards the fruit forest.

If this situation is said to be evil, it seems that there is a strange enchantment in this fruit forest. The moment a person steps into it, he feels the breeze blowing.

Chu Huan only felt that his lungs were like a plastic bag that had been evacuated. After cutting a gap, he quickly swelled, almost bounced him back from the critical line of death.

Chu Huan was dark, kneeling directly on the ground, buzzing in his ears, his heart beating like thunder. At this time, let him think about the origin of the wind carefully, he was unconscious and the whole screen was full of spirit Hold it down.

The wind in Guolin is not ordinary wind, extremely cold, very cold, at first, inhale, and drive straight into his lungs like a knife, and Chu Huan's violent gasp is followed by a violent cough, and his throat is full of cough The **** smell can't be covered.

Nanshan stumbled over, holding Chu Huan's face lightly, and his palm was a little rough because of the thin cocoon. He seemed to find some psychological comfort and hugged Chu Huan's head. Chu Huan's chest undulated uncontrollably, grabbing Nanshan's wrist, but he was speechless. His hand seemed to be unable to support his body any more, leaning softly on Nanshan's body and drawing him hard. The warmth of the human body.

Ruger suddenly opened his mouth behind him. At this time, even the gatekeeper's patriarch was panting, and his voice appeared intermittently: "Why ... how can there be wind? Isn't this a fall?"

"I don't know." Nanshan recovered relatively quickly, reaching out to hold Chu Huan in his arms and patting his back. "I'm afraid the wind here is not good-are you better?"

Chu Huan shook his head, and finally stopped his cough, holding Nanshan's arm to stand up, and felt that his legs were still soft: "You ... you ... the guardian's physical qualities are simply retrograde, against the sky ..."

I didn't know what was the reason for this unintentional sentence. Anyway, I easily pleased Nanshan. In such a sinister place, Nanshan's mood with worries miraculously became a little more comfortable, and he touched Chu Huan's hair with a smile. .

Yuan Ping's dead dog-like hands propped his knees, bent himself into a big shrimp, and asked weakly, "Are we going around?"

"Go around." Nanshan came down straight and glanced at the fruit trees shaking silently. "But even if you go around the road, it's hard to say what will happen in front ..."

His voice fell, and a gust of wind suddenly swept through. The wind came for no reason, and went straight to the theme-the flame on the gatekeeper's patriarch's scepter.

Nanshan's reaction at the time could not be said unpleasantly. He turned back and blocked the gust of wind with his back. The flame on the scepter was trembling violently and struggling, but it was still getting weaker-the wind seemed to be conscious, no There was no reason to come, no holes, and he arrogantly rolled a circle in front of Nanshan, still unwilling to let go of the crumbling flame on the scepter.

Chu Huan almost suspected that this was a set that fell to the ground: let them suffocate first, and then forced them to run toward the windy place without any heart, and the ultimate goal was to wipe out their umbrella in one fell swoop while they were relaxed after the rest of their lives. -Extinguish the flames on the scepter.

What they can choose is whether they are choked to death by choking on their necks, or swallowed into the nebula.

Nanshan hurriedly protected the flame on his chest with anxiety, and the sound of scorching human flesh came out immediately, his expression twisted violently.

At the same time, the flesh and blood of the Shoushan people seemed to be some kind of fuel, so that the originally crumbling flame came to life tremblingly.

The cold wind around him circled around, and then spread out ... as if never got up.

Everything happened so quickly that when someone responded, Nanshan had a terrible burn left on his chest, black in the middle and blisters all around.

Chu Huan's scalp exploded: "Fuck!"

He dragged the scepter and shoved it into Ruger's hand, trembling with distress: "You ... you ... you don't hurt you?"

Nanshan sideways blocked for a moment, barely squeezing a smile at him: "Don't watch it, go first."

Chu Huan's face was gloomy, without saying a word, he couldn't help but seize Nanshan's wrist, forcibly pressed him on a stone, opened the medicine bag around his waist, and after a long time, he found that he knew nothing, so his nose was not a nose He asked, "Which one can be used for burns?"

Nanshan opened his mouth and didn't have time to speak up. He was blocked by Chu Huan first: "Fuck me less, tell me which one works."

Nanshan is like a big cat that has been taught, and his eyes are very innocent, but his eyes are very innocent.

Yuan Ping stood on the side, thinking that since he was cruelly treating Chu Huan as a friend, he should have said that he had been entangled for a long time, and finally decided to put down a team, stand in a team, and give Chu Huan a slow voice. Yeah, Nanshan Patriarch, I do n’t know what will happen in front of you. You should deal with the wound first. Wrap the knife and cut the woodworker. "

Unexpectedly, Chu Huan was starting his head without giving him his affection. He gave him a sentence without looking back: "Use your bullshit."

Yuan Ping: "..."

Ruger guarded the light of the scepter on one side and said coolly: "It's too flattering too late."

Chu Huan dealt with the burns on Nanshan's chest like an embroidery. Inevitably, he would hurt him from time to time, but Nanshan didn't dare to say anything. He gritted his teeth and looked up at the direction of the road-although there was The hill was blocked, and he could not see anything.

Nanshan remembered that the tribes were still in the mountain gate, on the only piece of comfort land among the four sides of the Song of Songs. Although they were invisible and intangible, they seemed to have confidence in their hearts, like a thick shield behind them.

In addition to the clan, for Nanshan, Chu Huan was always under his eyes.

As long as he could see Chu Huan, he felt that even if he was in the flames of the sword, he was still in his heart.

It may be that the contact time is short, or the fire temperature on the scepter is not high enough. Nanshan ’s scald looks scary, but it is not very serious. Chu Huan dealt with his injury, which only slightly relieved.

Several people briefly discussed the path, and decided on a plan to immediately bypass this suffocating valley, ready to start again.

This time, they slowed down quite cautiously. Chu Huan remembered what the elder had told him, and smiled bitterly, saying: "If the so-called" falling ground "is really a place engulfed by a consciousness, then it should be regarded as Staring at us. "

Yuan Ping suddenly said, "What did you hear under the valley just now?"

"It was silent at first," Chu Huan said. "Later it was crying. It started from a child and gradually became a piece. I feel they are holding a group mourning activity."

"Don't you scream in horror? Changed it?"

Chu Huan raised his eyebrows in confusion: "Well, but it was because of the change that I felt wrong-alas, the expedition did not have a manual ..."

He said that a few people walked up the fruit forest and walked to a high place and detoured from the ridge. Chu Huan's voice fell, and suddenly, the mountain quake under his feet seemed to tremble.

earthquake?

They are above the mountains, there are no houses and buildings nearby, and there is nothing to blame even if the earthquake really happened-but the earthquake happened in the sinking ground, which made people have to fight the spirit of twelve points.

The few people who hurried on the road stopped all at once, and I wondered what happened to this moth again.

They had become a startled bird. They were trembling with a little wind and grass. They were ready to take the road again at any time. Chu Huan was tired for a while, only to feel that the valley in front of him seemed as if he could not pass. There was a problem with how to walk.

Ever since I knew that the scepter would burn out one day, even Chu Huan had some conspiracy and then moved the chronic son, but he couldn't help feeling anxious-the ghost knew what they would become once the scepter burned out.

The tiny vibration spread, and a thick mist began to envelope the whole valley. The cottages and the crowd in the valley were all buried underneath and gradually disappeared. Looking down from the height, it was like A thick cloud of bad intentions.

Thick clouds gradually divided into deep and shallow traces, and gradually constructed a black and white picture. Thick clouds had life, and the patchwork picture came to life. The whole valley seemed to become a black and white TV, "playing" an image of a certain place.

Yuan Ping's throat moved hard: "This is ..."

This is the "Shenshan" where the guardians and gatekeepers live.

I saw that the mountain gate was closed on one side, and the cloud behind the mountain gate was light, which probably represented the sacred spring with white light, and the surrounding was dark and dark, and it was not deep, representing their entrapment.

Chu Huan once again determined that this nebula that engulfed the world is definitely conscious, and "it" is very clear about their ins and outs!

The vibration continued, at this time, they saw from the heights, the darkness began to nibble on the mountain gate, the light centered on the holy spring was getting smaller and smaller, and the light was getting weaker and weaker, like a bird's nest that would overturn Dangerous eggs that are crumbling.

Chu Huan felt a huge shock in his chest, as if he heard the silent wailing from below, as if he heard the mountain and mountain spring crying together, the sorrow and despair were as real as experienced, which made him understand that everything that happened in the valley was more than just a video.

With the movement of the thick cloud, the huge scroll that seemed to be laid out became clearer, and the mountain gates and peaks ... everything came together in one piece.

There is a goat-faced old man whose back is about to bend into a full stop, and a bald little cub who is not as tall as his cane, a sturdy woman with a bow and arrow in his hand, a bearded man with a braid cut off from the middle ... and even those who have not had time to clean up The clean corpse of the same race, the soldiers who refused to stay away from the mountain gate ...

Nanshan's eyes were split, and he almost rushed down regardless, and was hugged by Chu Huan: "Nanshan, Nanshan!"

Nanshan struggled violently, and Chu Huan could hardly hold on to him, so he said loudly to his ear, "Don't you know how far you have gone? They are not here! What's the use of you going down?"

Nanshan froze.

Ruger stood aside motionlessly, clasping the patriarch's scepter tightly, the flame on the scepter shivered violently with the hand of the silent man, and his eyes were red. Dripping blood.

They watched so coldly and indifferently, seeing that the thick cloud on the "picture scroll" was like a giant who was not in a hurry, swallowing all of them bit by bit with a slow and arrogant arrogance.

There was not even a process of extinction, and they were all finally collected into a chaotic black mist, which rolled in the vast valley endlessly, as if laughing at their self-controlling insects in silence from silence .

"It" is showing them that "it" is invincible.

Nan Shan grabbed Chu Huan and hugged his wrist tightly, as if there was no other way to vent.

Chu Huan heard the gurgling sound when Nan Shanya was locked too tightly, and heard him take a breath for a long time.

Chu Huan turned his head in fear and found that Nanshan had burst into tears silently.

The tears of a man who never cries are shocked whenever and wherever.

Chu Huan stood still for a long time, a little breathless for a while, he slowly put Nanshan into his arms.

This reliable chief of the Shoushan people who became reliable at all times suddenly became a dazed child, desperately grabbing Chu Huan's life-saving straw.

He didn't cry and cried, his face was dazed, and he endured his self-abuse in a daze.

Chu Huan: "Fake, it's all fake ... aren't we still talking about this sinking ground a few days ago? Maybe it was the illusion where it came out that lied to you ..."

Chu Huan said more and more powerless, how could this be false?

If it is false, where did the tears in the mountains come from?

If it is false, where does the panic look on those tribes come from?

Chu Huan found that he could not even deceive himself, let alone fool others.

If Shenshan also falls, and the whole world falls into boundless shadows, do they really still have to move forward?

A mortal ... can we really defeat the so-called "world"?

Even if they are lucky enough to avoid thousands of different possibilities, they really won in the end, what is the point?

There are only four people left in a big world, so are there any differences in whether they are in dangerous shadows or in cold sunlight?

The rope tied around him touched it, it was Ruger, he suddenly stood up without a word and turned away.

Yuan Ping caught him at a loss: "Patriarch, what are you doing?"

"Go," Ruger's facial features were frozen, "Go back."

Yuan Ping: "Wait ..."

But what are you waiting for? Yuan Ping was poor for a while. The green snake on Ruger ’s shoulder seemed to have learned to observe and watch. He slipped from the gatekeeper ’s patriarch, and the tip of the tail rolled around Yuan Ping ’s calf. In the appearance of Yuan Ping pulling people.

Yuan Ping couldn't care about the fear of snakes, he searched a few pale words: "But we have been here all the way, we have all come here ..."

Ruger turned his head to look at him. Although the water-ghost-like man was still a little silent on the way, he had unwittingly gained some popularity, and now these popularity became dead again, and his eyes were cold. It seemed that there was no light in it, but when I looked at the newborn gatekeeper alone, there seemed to be a pain in the bottom of my eyes, and immediately I was concentrated in a deeper place.

"It's only half," Ruger said blankly. "It's useless to go down. Since the mountain is gone, the mountain gate has been broken, the gatekeeper has no value in existence, and what's going on 'Shen Xingdao' Halfway along Shenyue Island's part of this ghost place, it might be better to take advantage of the torch and go back to the gate next to the mountain gate for so many years.

Yuan Ping: "But ..."

Ruger had no intention of ignoring him again, and interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "You are a child, you don't understand, don't say it."

Ruger looked up at the vast mountain: "Nanshan."

Nanshan turned his back to him, and the back ridge seemed to be supported by an indestructible bone. He slowly looked back at him.

Ruger finally sighed: "Shall we go back now, or will you give you a rest?"

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I'm silently changing, the big guy watching silently