Shan He Biao Li

This sudden flying fire caused Chu Huan to be very miserable-they had a lot of hardships, and their physical and psychological conditions were greatly tortured. They finally adapted to the illusion attack. As a result, people suddenly changed the rules of the game. Changed to physical attack!

Why can't it follow the same path?

Especially troubled by Chu Huan, there is a stick with Yuan Ping poked around him. In this situation, he still tirelessly suspected that everything he saw was false.

Yuan Ping: "Wait, let's see if it's real fire?"

Between the speeches, the flames lit up along the rope, and the violent Mars splashed around.

Chu Huan: "How is this true! You ..."

But just when they threw the fire regardless, the fire flame stunned on Chu Huan's palm, and he froze for a moment, "Huh?"

At the same time, Nanshan and Ruger are also aware.

Nanshan froze for a moment, tentatively put a hand into the flame, and the seemingly fierce flame hunting ground swept the palm of his palm, the fire reflected a thin red on his face.

Nanshan, as if he were possessed by the red child, looked at the flame in front unharmed and said suspiciously: "Not hot?"

The "flame" temperature was at most forty degrees, very warm, and the temperature was evenly distributed, as if dispelling the coldness of the falling shadow, a few people invariably treated it as a hand warmer, and one person stuffed it Keep warm with one hand.

At first glance, this picture is quite cruel. The four of them seem to be engaged in self-mutilation performance art.

Yuan Ping could have been right once in his life, and his tail was cocked with pride. Afterwards, he arrogantly boasted: "Look, I will say, I have always been foreseeable."

… Okay, it's a fool's care, and it also has something to gain.

"Who knows what's going on?" Nanshan curled his fingers in the flames.

Chu Huan, as a qualified translator, conveyed this sentence to the man who was in a hurry.

Under the fire, I saw that the man was about forty years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a handsome man who was not angry, with a long braid dragging behind him. The colorful headband is covered with small bells without cores.

Ruger's gaze paused on the strange bell for a moment: "Wait, this person seems to be a 'wizard'."

The "wizard" in Ruger's mouth is of course not talking about Harry Potter. In the language of the Li people, the word includes "the person who communicates with God" "the person who presides over the sacrifice" "the most wise person" and so on. Chu Huan heard it once from the elder, but what puzzled him was that there was no such person in the two groups of guardians and gatekeepers.

He was puzzled, and he asked it out. Ruger heard no explanation, but gave him an arrogant smile that dismissed the explanation.

Chu Huan was stunned first, and then his eyes widened suddenly--

The mountain guard was born from the center of the mountain and the water center, not too old, and to outsiders, it seems that there have always been such faces for thousands of years. The mountain guard and the gatekeeper have strange blood connections. Not to mention, every once in a while It will disappear for no reason ...

For the mysterious existence of this god, for the local aborigines, it is not just ...

Nanshan looked at him with a smile.

Chu Huan was very messy and stuttered and said, "Also, that is to say, I ... I abducted a 'mountain god'?"

Ruger then said: "Nanshan's generation of mountain guards has not experienced it. A long time ago-when there were many people on the mainland and businessmen were walking around, there will be a" big set "every three years at the Shanmen, many people will In the tribe, the wizard led down the mountain gate to pilgrimage and pray for blessings and avoid misfortune. For them, the mountain is the only true god. "

It turns out that the so-called "Shenshan" is not a boast, but it is really believed by the local people. It exists like a holy place. Chu Huan began to reflect on whether he was too disrespectful.

At this moment, he heard a faint sound of "ho-ho", carefully discerned, and found that the sound of a particularly weak person squeezed from his throat.

Along the way, Chu Huan was probably brainwashed by Ruger's very characteristic "chi" sneer, and he was nervous for a while, making the "wai" sneer a sneer.

Chu Huan: "Hey, brother, can you hear me?"

The man seemed to take a long breath and responded to him with an extremely weak voice: "Who ... who ..."

Nan Shan poked gently on Chu Huan's shoulder, and seemed to intend to stick to his "hypothesis". Chu Huan gripped his finger in his palm and turned back to lower his voice: "Shut up, you are not reliable. of."

Just listen to the wizard and say, "Are you ... an outsider? Are you ... do you carry" fire "on you?"

As he began to respond to Chu Huan, the beating flame on the rope gradually extinguished, and the twine itself was unharmed.

Chu Huan was shocked. The little girl I met before asked if he was in his heart. This middle-aged man used the subtle word "outside." Compared with the confused child, this person seemed to be clear. I knew I was in the ground.

Chu Huan made a turn in his heart. He didn't dare to completely believe this person, so he also used a very subtle saying: "We come from the mountain, what is the kind of fire?"

"Tinder ... comes from outside the Shenshan Mountain, that's what it can't swallow ..."

"From outside the mountain" is very easy to understand, that is, the world that Chu Huan is more familiar with on the other side of this world. "What it cannot swallow" should refer to the patriarch's scepter.

"Are you ... from Shenshan? True God, please ... save ... save ..."

The wizard's voice was unspeakably ardent, but the second half of the sentence became weaker and weaker.

Chu Huan thought he was saying "Save me" and couldn't help but get closer: "What?"

Nanshan reached out and held his shoulder, preventing him from approaching.

"It's okay," Chu Huan stepped forward again. "Save you? How can I save?"

The wizard was so weak that after a while there was no movement, and when Chu Huan was already anxious, he uttered a few words intermittently: "Cut ... Cut ... My ... Head ..."

Chu Huan: "..."

It seems that one of his own ears and this big brother's head must be bad.

In general, the "True God" can't talk too much, and has many questions and looks like a **** who doesn't understand. There is no immortality, but at this step of the field, Chu Huan can't care about pretending to be a ghost for his famous "mountain god" Then, I hurriedly asked again: "You said to cut me off your head to save you?"

His voice fell, and suddenly there was a flower in front of him. The whole person seemed to have fallen into the hot water. Chu Huan looked down, and he was horrified to find that there was a fire around him, and the fire punctured him. First gear.

At that moment, countless pictures flashed before him—

He saw large mountains and rivers dim like ink, dimming layer by layer, and then, his perspective quickly fell to the ground, countless people engulfed by the darkness silently and unknowingly, the hustle and bustle of smoke condensed in the air Don't fall, be silent like death.

Thousands of people's faces flashed in front of Chu Huan in a garbled manner. After being shrouded in shadows, they were swallowed into the shadows without moving, and then their faces gradually turned gray from freshness. Recognizing that ash, it was the dead gas that flared up when a person was dying.

The high-speed transition gradually slowed down, and finally fixed on a person, who was an old man, holding a posture looking back into the distance, motionless, his gray face and stiff body looked like an upright zombie, Chu Huanxin Thinking: "Living dead?"

He hadn't thought about it yet. In the next second, the old man's body fell apart like a pile of sand, and Chu Huan watched him turning into a pile of powder.

It's like digested food waste, starting from the feet and finally the head.

Chu Huan's eyes widened abruptly. This person seemed to be suggesting that the engulfment of humans and animals in the fall ground was in a physical sense!

"It" feeds on people and animals in the ground. It is not what they originally guessed. What seems to be a very advanced way of "swallowing human consciousness, eating human emotion".

Just then, Chu Huan was dragged out of the flame by someone, and then his back hit Nanshan's chest.

Nanshan saw him suddenly surrounded by flames. Although he knew that the flames might not be hot, he was almost scared of a heart attack. At this moment, he nervously touched Chu Huan up and down.

...... If Nanshan had never thought of integrity and integrity, Chu Huan almost suspected that he was taking the opportunity to wipe oil.

Chu Huan coughed lightly: "He is telling me something about the fall, don't be nervous."

Yuan Ping: "Look, what's wrong with this person?"

Chu Huan raised his head in his voice, and found that after a while, the wizard's face was obviously defeated, and he was enveloped with a layer of death.

Fang Cai's fire seemed to burn his life.

Chu Huan suddenly seemed to feel that this man was heading for the valley they passed, and he asked softly, "Who do you want me to save?"

"Mine ... my clan." This time, the wizard's voice seemed clearer, as if the light was back, and the wizard himself probably realized that, this time, he didn't wait for Chu Huan to ask questions, but he took care of himself. He continued, "My people, in the valley over there, they were trapped by 'It', thinking I abandoned them ..."

Chu Huan listened attentively while doing simultaneous interpretation with due diligence. At this time, the effect of supplementing the language to the elders was revealed, otherwise he would not understand the strange words that others said.

Chu Huan: "Stuck?"

"Yes ... it will assimilate everyone, the body ... and then consciousness, our body will become its food, but we have no consciousness, the consciousness is trapped in it by a false cage, digested and cleaned little by little, I thought I lived my life for free ... "

Yuan Ping: "Lying trough, so this" it "is a carnivore?"

Chu Huan: "I seem to understand a little bit. Doesn't the monsters outside mean" can't see, can't hear, can't smell, can't taste and can't touch "? If all the human senses are closed, he can't know himself Is it real or living in illusion ... "

Yuan Ping nodded thoughtfully, and said with some care: "Well, it's a bit powerful."

Chu Huan didn't take care of cutting back this kind of mentally retarded remarks-he heard the wizard's voice becoming more and more rapid, and finally he almost breathed out of breath. Fearing that he would lose his breath before he finished speaking, he quickly asked: " You say how do we save people? How do you do it specifically? Your people do n’t know what ’s going on there. The cry is terrifying, and you ca n’t breathe as soon as you get close ... "

The wizard said: "They cried because they were trapped in fantasy. It made the people think that I and the mountain **** betrayed them. I ... I didn't ... My body has become a part of it, just Almost dying ... No one can take it away, while my consciousness is still alive, you cut off my head, take me back to the valley, burn it in front of the clan with fire, and wake them up ... "

Chu Huan: "Are you dying?"

The wizard: "I have been fighting it. I haven't known how many years it has been digested by it."

Not to mention that burning a human head can awaken people in the valley. It ’s not scientific, but-because thousands of people cried because they thought the wizard was mutiny?

Is n’t it a marriage?

Chu Huan thinks that this wizard is either a little crazy or self-assured. While quoting the wizard ’s words, he sincerely plays Tai Chi with the suffering master: "I ca n’t kill people for this reason, or you should consider other things ... … "

Nanshan listened, but suddenly held Chu Huan: "Say‘ good ’to him."

On the other side, Ruger had already pulled out the knife. He raised the tip of the knife flat, stuck it on the wizard's neck, raised his chin slightly, and nodded to Chu Huan.

Chu Huan: "But ..."

"This is how we are here," Nanshan explained softly. "Shenshan is the faith. The wizard is regarded as a person who can communicate with the mountain, so it is the incarnation of the god. In a family, the wizard is their belief."

Chu Huan actually disagreed. There were only a few true gods he knew-but he just thought about it in his heart and didn't say it.

For many days, Nanshan has been able to see something in his eyes. He sighed: "Ah, you still don't understand that even though there are no monsters here, we were not quite peaceful at all, and people in many places are in desperation. , I heard the elders say that in the past those people who lived in various places would often fought a lot. If there was a plague, they would die a lot of people at all times. People worship God Mountain and believe in God Mountain. It is a kind of sustenance. Do you know what is sustenance? ? "

Chu Huan didn't expect the local people's faith in the mountain **** to be so pious and shook his head suspiciously.

"Sustenance is a kind of hope. When you can't survive, think about Shenshan. Tell me in your heart that this is the experience given by Shenshan. Only by biting your teeth and going through it will you be blessed by God-without such hope and sustenance, They may be missing a pillar. "

Suffering and faith have never been inseparable.

Nanshan said, "What is it like to fall down on the pillars? If a family thinks that the wizard and the **** mountain have abandoned them, it is equivalent to one day I think you have abandoned me. Do you understand that?"

Chu Huan: "..."

He had understood it, but this sentence ... the amount of information is still a bit large.

Nanshan reached out and touched his hair, his eyes softened: "Promise him."

Chu Huan's throat was a little tight, he quickly coughed, cleared his throat, and struggled to carry on his simultaneous interpretation work.

"I have one last question," Chu Huan Shen Sheng asked the wizard in front of him, "Why haven't your consciousness been swallowed?"

The wizard was silent for a while: "Probably because I only have the idea of" going back "in my heart."

This statement coincided with the words of the elder Shoushan to a certain extent. Chu Huan nodded silently.

When a person faces another person and asks to cut off his head and take it away, Chu Huan can't imagine this obsession, but it does not prevent him from being touched.

"Good." Chu Huan said.

I don't know if it was his illusion. He always felt that when his voice fell, the wax-like wizard's stone-like face rolled a little smile.

Ruger raised his hand and chopped off the wizard's head neatly. At the moment when his head separated, the wizard's body completely transformed from a foot to a neck into a puddle of powder.

He couldn't die anymore.

Ruger lifted the wizard's head: "Let's go."

They finally bypassed the terrible valley, and they had to go back. When they thought of the thick air in the valley, they suddenly felt a sense of sorrow that "knowing that there are tigers in mountains, and leaning towards tigers." The fate is destined to be the same.

Fortunately, in addition to a little waste of footwork, there were no more moths.

Chu Huan said while walking: "Several words I just talked with the wizard, I actually thought of another question-I listen to the meaning of the wizard. When most people are swallowed, they are almost unconscious, they seem to be It ’s too late to respond, why do n’t they run ahead of time? "

Nanshan thought for a while: "Maybe it is too late, they are not near the Shenshan Mountain. When‘ It ’comes, there is not even a barrier against it for a while. When people realize it, they may have been devoured.”

Chu Huan: "How do all the legends about the sinking ground come from?"

If everyone who knows something is dead, then where did it come from?

Several people were shocked.

Chu Huan went on to say: "So I was wondering, some people must have escaped from the sinking ground without knowing what method was used."

In their speeches, they had returned to the strange valley with ease.

The dense clouds that seemed to have been scattered there seemed to have disappeared, leaving only a row of old and young people, trapped in a desperate fantasy.

Yuan Ping took a deep breath: "To be honest, I have a sense of savior."

Chu Huan sighed: "Savior, hold your breath and get ready to slam it down."