Shan He Biao Li

Another boy who came with Dashan quickly led the horse and handed the reins to Chu Huan.

Chu Huan was also impressed. He looked a bit like a little girl, he was kind, and he was a little shy. In the clothesless people who are generally bigger than men and women, he looks extra thin and has a name. Translated as "long whip" ...

I don't know which "whip", nor what high expectations his parents placed on him.

It is said that the horsewhip is the best in the family. Every time, it will follow the Nanshan to cross the river to sell things. Although it can't go a few times a year, it is already a familiar road compared to other people. Mandarin is a little better than others.

The horse whip smiled at Chu Huan shyly, led the horse, and then kept urging: "Let's hurry."

He even said it three or four times. In Chu Huan's impression, the whip seemed not to be an impatient person. He found that while talking, the whip looked around at the end of the mountain and in the direction of the woods, as if something urged him there.

Dashan did not wear a saber around his waist, his expression was tight, and his movements were a bit more urgent than usual.

The two people did not know whether it was intentional or unintentional, sandwiching Chu Huan one after the other.

Knowing that they are going to the market, I do n’t know. Looking at this tense and urgent atmosphere, they can still be considered that they are retreating strategically.

Three people and several horses quickly walked to the foggy river. On this day, there were no women washing clothes and children playing with water. Just as the forefoot of the fast-moving horse had stepped into the water, Chu Huan heard a long, gritty eagle coming from behind, from far and near, followed by huge wings as he took it through the air Whistling.

Ma Fu frowned at Dashan and asked in a low voice, "Why did it come so fast this time?"

Dashan shook his head without saying much, just urging: "Hurry up."

Chu Huan looked back, and saw a big eagle fell from the sky, fell directly less than ten meters away from them, staring at him staring vigorously.

If it spreads its wings, it may be two or three meters in length.

But aren't sculptures of this size generally found in the Northeast or Inner Mongolia?

Before Chu Huan had time to think about it, he heard a series of calls. As soon as he looked up, he saw the big statues raining down one after another, forming a murderous square.

Chu Huan looked around inexplicably. Is there a raptor farm near here?

His horse was a little frightened, his footsteps were messed up, and his forelegs were unsteady.

Chu Huan tried his best to mobilize his poor animal knowledge, but had never heard of Ma Fangdiao.

Yu Guang swept the strange carvings, reached out and patted the horse's neck to comfort, and said softly, "Okay, OK, so stupid expression, what are you afraid of even a strengthening company?"

The state of the person will also affect the state of the horse. The horse quickly calmed down under his appeasement, but it still didn't want to be watched by group carvings for a second. "Sahya escaped."

Arriving in the dense fog, the mountain spontaneously led the way, and the whip took his horse.

Chu Huan quietly opened the signal receiving device on his glasses with the gesture of holding his glasses-only when he passed by, he secretly posted a signal transmitter on Dashan.

This dense fog is like a natural labyrinth. When people walk in, they will lose their direction involuntarily. It seems to contain some hallucinogenic ingredients, but the objects of confusion are of different blood lines. For example, people from the Liyi tribe can be completely immune.

Chu Huan is rarely curious about such natural wonders.

However, something strange happened. As the fog thickened, the signal from the mountain was getting weaker and weaker, and then it simply disappeared. At this time, the mountain was only half a horse faster than Chu Huan. The back is still within his naked eye.

His signal was blocked.

This thick fog wrapped the settlement of the Liyi tribe into an independent small world. Chu Huan took off his glasses and tried to debug the equipment while wiping the lenses stuck with water vapor, thinking: "It's a little interesting. "

Suddenly, Chu Huan's back cooled, and he turned back suddenly, and saw a man in the middle of the river.

At this time, the fog hadn't reached the point where you couldn't reach your fingers, and Chu Huan was barely able to see the people in the water-men, who also had long hair, and their hair was floating in the water, like a big, thick seaweed soup, that person The naked upper body has a similar pattern to Nanshan's body, but the details seem to be slightly different, and the fog is hidden. Chu Huan can't see the difference for a moment.

His skin is almost not like the Orientals, almost transparent, and his lips are more red, but everything must be reversed. The lip redness is white to a certain level, and it shows a little monster that has just eaten the dead.

Ugly is not ugly, it is not like living creatures.

Halfway across the river, I saw such a man. Chu Huan did not have any poetic association of "Jian Jia Cang Cang, there is a Yiren". He only felt that a water ghost had emerged there.

The horse whip and Dashan immediately strangled the horse at the same time. Dashan whispered something. It was a Liyi language that Chu Huan had never heard. It was a bit like the one when they called Nanshan, but they were not exactly the same.

He could hear that the young man's tone was solemn, but Zheng Zhongzhong was alert and did not get close to Nanshan.

If they call Nanshan "Patriarch", what does that mean?

"Former Patriarch"? "Dead Patriarch"? "Patriarch from Hades"?

"Water Ghost" just stared straight at Chu Huan without saying a word.

The whip and Dashan glanced at each other. The whip stepped forward and explained their itinerary carefully. This time Chu Huan understood, he said: "The patriarch asked us to sell the last batch of things before winter came. Just ... about to leave. "

"Water Ghost" didn't look at the goods he signaled, raised his hand to Chu Huan, and asked in a voice that he didn't know whether it was "feminine" or "low," "Who is he?"

The horsewhip answered honestly: "It is the guest brought back by the patriarch."

"Guest?" Suddenly, the scarlet lips of the water ghost snapped, and he even smiled differently.

When laughing, the upper half of the face seemed to be frozen, the muscles were immobile, and only the lips stiffly transformed into a shape that bent upwards, and the standard interpretation of what is called "skin smiles not smile".

Chu Huan sat upright on the horse, his muscles tightened involuntarily, and he instinctively felt the threat of the other party.

The water ghost suddenly jumped out of the water, he slammed the surface of the water, but there was no splash of water. Under his palm, the deep water did not seem to be pushed out by him, and even the horses in the water He rushed back half a step.

Although I don't know how he did it, obviously, this is a bowl of laver soup that can't be taken lightly.

The figure of the water ghost passed by quickly, and came to Chu Huan in a flash. He glanced at Chu Huan on the horse from bottom to top. His eyes looked like holes in the bottom, so dark Zhang Ren, the pale palm seemed to flash a certain metallic color, and grabbed Chu Huan's leg.

At this moment, Chu Huan ’s horse backed away sooner or later, the front hoof raised slightly, and when it fell, the horse ’s head was gently pulled aside, and it turned a half circle in place, unbiased Leaning away from the claws of the water ghost.

Everything comes naturally, just like the horse is afraid of the person in front of him, and retreats spontaneously.

Chu Huan patted the horse's head gently, the gentle and gentle expression on his face swept away, and looked at the people in the water indifferently.

The horse whip immediately stood in front of Chu Huan, and Dashan pulled up his pants and jumped down. The two young guys were nervous. Chu Huan heard Dashan calling the other party, increasing his tone, but at the same time lowering his voice to show respect: "He is a guest invited by the patriarch."

"Water Ghost" stared at Chu Huan violently: "He has no good intentions."

Dashan frowned heavily.

"Keep off," the water ghost snapped, grabbing Dashan's shoulder.

Da Shan Meng raised his shoulders and pulled out his waist knife, hitting the opponent's wrist. The metal shell of the waist knife collided with the water ghost's pale hand, and choked hard.

Dashan's waist knife had just been pulled out halfway, and the ghost pinned his wrist at an incredible speed, pushed it one by one, and the blade was pushed back fiercely, "Pun Tong" dropped his hand and fell into the water.

The water ghost firmly pressed Dashan's shoulders, and his nails left five distinct bloodstains on his shoulders. He jumped up and stretched out his hands to make claws, grabbing Chu Huan's shoulders.

Chu Huan ’s horse once again took a good step back, and the man on the horse seemed to slowly pull out a dark "iron rod", somehow, and handed it to the water ghost's claw so accurately in.

The water ghost instinctively joined hands and met Chu Huan's gaze in the air.

Chu Huan: "Why don't I have good intentions, have your persecuted delusions already spread late?"

Between the speeches, he struck the horse's belly lightly, and the horse took a big step forward. Chu Huan's whip hand seemed to accidentally hit the other person's elbow.

The water ghost's claws pulled off involuntarily, and "pop" fell back into the water.

This time, he was obviously irritated.

The water ghost took a step back, looked at Chu Huan coldly, raised his hand to make a whistle, and blew a long and sharp whistle.

As soon as the whistle came out, the whip's face changed suddenly, and it was too late to explain. No matter what, he whip a whip on Chu Huan's horse. Chu Huan's horse was caught off guard and yanked his forefoot, wandering the quietly flowing river Into a pot of boiling dumpling soup, rushed straight away.

The water ghost refused to let him go, crossed the whip and the mountain and chased him.

This time, Chu Huan didn't bother to distress Ma.

He didn't know who the half-faced little white face was. He just judged from the attitude of the two boys that this person had a close relationship with the Liyi tribe, or a more important person in the Liyi tribe. The people here have taken good care of him these days, and although the other party has repeatedly been aggressive, he has repeatedly withdrawn.

But years and experience give him maturity and reason, which does not mean that Chu Huan has a good temper. When he was a kid, he was a little rogue, and the probability of growing up to be a model youth who was gentle and frugal was too low.

Ma was frightened again, and Chu Huan was also a little bit angry. The time he turned around pulled out the short knife that Nanshan gave him, intending to send the boy crazy, and dry it on the spot.

But at this moment, there was a sudden tremor under the water, and Chu Huan's horse wailed and stopped suddenly.

This time it couldn't be pacified anyway. He fell on his knees and knelt down directly. If Chu Huan hadn't passed the ride, he would almost be lifted down by him.

Wait, how is this tradition of fighting foreign aid?

A foul smell came and only a loud noise was heard. The shallow water was split in half by something alive, and a big head came out of the water ghost's feet, holding him high.

Chu Huan: "..."

Foreign aid is a giant python.

Not to mention seeing it with my own eyes, Chu Huan didn't think about it, a snake could be so big. It could not hold his body together, his upper body raised, and a big man could stand on top of his head.

The snake had a dark blue color all over its body, and its mouth opened to reveal the awl-like fangs, which made it dizzy for a while.

Suddenly, Chu Huan heard a small "hiss" sound. He looked down and found that a small head was exposed in a cargo bag containing woodcarving crafts. The green viper didn't know when to pay attention to drilling When he entered, he glanced up at the head and slowly retracted it back. After a moment, he put a small wooden bird with big nails on his head, swam to the horse, and placed a look exactly like the giant. Shape.

With his new friend supporting the scene in such a crisis, Chu Huan felt that he should express gratitude, but at the same time, he had to admit that it was really "shame-shaking".

The water ghost was riding on the head of the python, and looked down at Chu Huan with condescending glances. His eyes were like looking at a dead object. He suddenly shouted in his mouth, and the snake immediately understood the command of the attack. The thunderous probe was biting towards Chu Huan.

Chu Huan inserted the short knife back into the holster on his thigh at that moment, his hand reached into his arms, and he touched his pistol.

Anything that dares to open his mouth must be mentally prepared to be hit by a shot.

The gusty wind came, and suddenly, a sound of rapid Ye Di came, sharp as if to tear through the thick fog.

The snake that was bitten down by the air seemed to be in a fixed position, and he kept half of the attacking position on the spot without moving.

Everyone turned back together and saw a man wading in.

Nanshan?

Nanshan walked straight between the Great Snake and Chu Huan, and Yuanyuan Yuezhi stood one stop.

"Leave you," he said.