Tomb Raider: The Young Captain Mojin

As soon as Wu Sihua hid his body in the wormwood, he felt a cold and stench coming in front of him, as if he was at the seaside on a hot summer day, and the air was filled with a stench.

Soon, Wu Sihua saw several erratic figures moving slowly from the foot of a mountain on the right, only ten meters away from his hiding place.

Under the dim moonlight, Wu Sihua could vaguely see that those figures turned out to be dead people, or in other words, walking corpses with mutilated bodies.

The corpse walking in the front had half of its head missing, only one eye and half of its mouth remained, and even its nose had been chopped off.

Behind the corpse, corpses with stiff bodies, missing arms and legs, staggered forward like a drunk.

Wu Sihua felt inconceivable that these rotten and mutilated corpses could move as a whole.

Zongzi usually have a complete body. The corpses of these people have rotted, how can they still move?
Rao Wu Sihua also felt a little scalp numb.

In the silent valley, there is only the sound of the mountain wind blowing through the wormwood.

The corpse walking in the front leaned forward like a sudden brake, then wobbled to stabilize its figure, turned its head with only a small half, and looked towards the place where Wu Sihua was hiding.

Wu Sihua hurriedly bent down to avoid being seen by that horrible corpse.

Wu Sihua buried his head in the deep wormwood like an ostrich, and did not let the horrible and foul-smelling corpse move on, but moved slowly towards the place where Wu Sihua was hiding.

Hearing the sound of rhythmic footsteps in front of him, Wu Sihua's heart was beating loudly, and the golden straight knife in his hand was slowly stretched forward.

At a distance of more than ten meters from Wu Sihua, other corpses stopped.
Turning around one by one, looking at the hiding place of Wu Sihua, it looked very strange in the hazy night.

As the footsteps of the corpse dragged closer
Just when Wu Sihua was about to slash the corpse with a straight golden knife, the sound of giggling footsteps suddenly stopped, making the silent mountains even more eerie.

Wu Sihua didn't know what happened in front of him, but he secretly prayed in his heart that this disgusting walking dead had better not come over.

Otherwise, if I go shopping with him, I will be so disgusted that I won't be able to eat for a few days.

What's more, there are more than a dozen such disgusting mutilated corpses in the distance.

Thinking about the rotten flesh and rancid smell of corpses all over his body, Wu Sihua felt that he wanted to spit out all the food he had eaten in the past few days.

Wu Sihua raised his head slightly, wanting to see what the walking corpse next to him was trying to do, but he saw the corpse slowly lifted up, bloody and bloody, with some parts showing the bones of the arm stretched out towards the front, and he pushed it away. The bushes looked towards the place where Wu Sihua was hiding.

Seeing the horrible appearance of the dead body, Wu Sihua felt a surge in his stomach.
Wu Sihua swung the golden straight knife and slashed at the remaining half of the head of the corpse.

Wu Sihua leaped out of the wormwood like a cheetah, cut off his head with the straight golden knife, and made a squeaking sound.

The next moment, a black figure several tens of centimeters long swished out from the back of the corpse, quickly burrowed into the deep wormwood, and disappeared.

Just as the body that Wu Sihua had just chopped fell down, black shadows several tens of centimeters long jumped out of the other walking corpses, uttered shrill screams, and burrowed into the grass.

After those black shadows jumped out, the walking corpses standing one after another fell down one after another, making creepy clicking sounds in the silent night.

The corpse fell to the ground, and black shadows sprang out of it, which made Wu Sihua a little dumbfounded, and didn't understand what was going on for a while.

"Damn, what's going on here. Those mutilated and rotten corpses should have been manipulated by those little things. From the sound, they sound like weasels and other creatures. Could it be that there are spirit monsters who have cultivated well in this mountain. "

While Wu Sihua was talking to himself, he had bypassed the mutilated corpses emitting a stench, and continued to move forward.

Taking out the compass from the backpack, Wu Sihua looked at the direction and wanted to find a flat place to rest.

Squinting his eyes slightly, Wu Sihua looked into the distance.

Hundreds of meters in front of him, there is an empty valley.If the speed is fast enough, it will only take ten minutes.

The way down the mountain is harder than going up the mountain.

Although there are not many wormwood on the mountain ridge, there are many gravels.

Wu Sihua walked forward slowly, and suddenly a wisp of mist began to float in front of his eyes, which looked very ethereal under the hazy moonlight.

In the south, it is not uncommon to see fog on the mountains on summer nights.

But in the dry and water-scarce mountains of the Qinling Mountains, Wu Sihua felt a little unusual.

"Why is there fog here? Looking at the nearby mountains, it should not have rained in the past few days. There shouldn't be fog on this bare mountain ridge."

Wu Sihua continued to move forward, and the fog that appeared in front of him became more and more dense. In just a few minutes, under the blowing of the mountain wind, it enveloped the surrounding area.

Seeing that the fog was getting thicker and thicker, Wu Sihua had a bad premonition.

"No, I can't go anymore, I don't know what weird things will be ahead."

Wu Sihua looked back and was startled suddenly.

Where he walked, there was thick mist everywhere, and no matter how fierce the mountain wind blew, he couldn't see the scenery one meter away.

In contrast, the fog in front of him seemed thinner, and he could vaguely see the scene five or six meters away.

Wu Sihua was extra careful, every time he took a step, he carefully observed the situation ahead, for fear that a beast would suddenly jump out of the mist and attack him.

In this thick mist, I don't know if there are mountain spirits and wild monsters hidden.

Wu Sihua is not afraid of beasts and big rice dumplings, but those goblins and ghosts who don't know what supernatural powers still make him feel scared.

Wu Sihua moved forward, without realizing at all that in the thick fog behind him, extremely slender figures were swallowing clouds and releasing streams of slightly yellowish mist.

After walking a few hundred meters cautiously, the road down the mountain became more and more difficult.

suddenly
Wu Sihua caught a glimpse of a light ahead flickering in the mist.

Seeing this scene, Wu Sihua felt a chill down his back.

"There seems to be a few lights ahead, it can't be the legendary will-o'-the-wisp?"

Soon, Wu Sihua overturned his idea.

"The will-o'-the-wisps are all blue and white, and those don't seem to be the will-o'-the-wisps. The light in the distance is yellowish, more like the faint light from candles or flames. There is no road in this deep mountain, how could there be?" People?"