Shan He Biao Li

The sudden inscription on the stone was like haunting, and successfully managed to calm down all the men who were still killing the people.

The man wrote a stroke, striking through the back of the stone, rubbing the "squeaky" sound that made his teeth sore, and wrote the word "Caution" three times in a row, the handwriting grew bigger and faster. , More and more scribbled, and the last few strokes almost run upside down again.

A little sad.

Nanshan waved his hands silently, walked under the stone, and slowly reached out his hand. The courageously touched the sky at the last stroke. I do n’t know what he touched. The handwriting stopped abruptly, only the score on the boulder. There are some stone chips broken inside.

Nanshan: "Who?"

There was no answer, and there was silence.

People who are not afraid of spiritual events can't help cooling their backs in front of the haunted evidence. Chu Huan only feels that there is a pair of eyes in the dark that don't know whether they are enemies or friends, as if they have been watching them all the time.

In the flashlight, Chu Huan flashed two questions that had been lingering in his mind all the time:

At that time ... who spread the news of the fall?

Is "it" really a whole?

Chu Huan asked softly: "Be careful? Who are you?"

No one answered again this time, as if the other party had made up his mind not to scam.

The text on the stone surface is authentic Liyi script, which is very standard, at least much more than Chu Huan ’s acquired standard.

Then it is self-evident to whom to write, and there are three "caution" warnings, but anyone who has no problem with the eyes can see the anxiety and panic, which is certainly not the provocation and intimidation of the enemy.

This is hidden in the dark ... whether it is a person or something else-it seems to want to help them.

Chu Huan bent his index finger and tapped gently on the boulder. The hard and cold is not a fake.

"The villagers in the valley let us suffocate, and the wizard could explode with unburnt fire ... We were also chased down by those bulls, ghosts, and snakes," Chu Huan slowly squatted in front of the boulder, and went to the "haunted" unscrupulous. The boulder leaned back and murmured, "What does this mean?"

After asking, he did n’t wait for other people ’s answers. He asked himself: “This shows that in the fall, there is a rule-their consciousness can be materialized.”

Nanshan frowned: "Are you saying that everything is done? Then why can't we?"

"Baby, that's because we are outside the rules." Chu Huan whispered, "We are not swallowed, so consciousness is isolated from 'it', but ..."

But whether it is the puppets who are unconsciously involved in beating them, or the wizard who consciously communicates with them, there is a common feature, that is, the body is nearby.

Chu Huan looked around at the moment, and even climbed a large stone to raise the fire on the scepter higher, but still found no people nearby-none of the humans.

"I said a possibility is not necessarily right," Chu Huan said for a long time. "I'm thinking, are these people swallowed by 'it' also divided into different levels?"

At first, the people they saw were ignorant and basically screamed.

Later, I met one more powerful than the other, from suffocating them to chasing them ...

If Ruger leads the way, then the rule is that the closer to Shen Xingdao, the higher the level of the devoured person.

"If there is such a grade, I think this person who wrote on the stone must have a very high grade, as far as how high ..." Chu Huan paused.

Yuan Ping, who has been making him sing a one-man show, seems to be recovering a little now.

Yuan Ping said coolly: "The closer to Shen Xingdao, the longer it will be swallowed. Assuming that the person who wrote on the stone is with us, how did he keep it without dying? Having been conscious for so long? "

Yuan Ping was probably upset, talking and speaking, and his tone was also cold. "It doesn't make sense, don't pull it off."

Chu Huan: "Not necessarily that ..."

Yuan Ping snorted impatiently and interrupted his voice.

Chu Huan gave him a white look: "You have taken the gunpowder? What if the person who is lettering is not swallowed? What if the person who is lettering is part of‘ it ’?"

Yuan Ping was shocked.

They were still discussing whether this "it" is a whole or is composed of several parts. If "it" is really not a single consciousness, nor is it possible to fight each other and fight each other.

Ruger stood aside silently, as if he had n’t kept up with the rushing thoughts of the two of them, and his thoughts remained on the last question. Until Nanshan greeted him, Ruger seemed to be unresponsive. He looked up and asked, "That is to say, only Can people who have been devoured take advantage of the rules here? "

Yuan Ping didn't quite freely avoid his eyes, and gave a flat answer: "Yes, but first of all, you must ensure that your consciousness is still yours, not become a puppet of" it "."

Ruger listened and nodded with no expression. With a calm expression of "I know", he sorted out his bow and arrow slightly and raised his legs forward as if nothing happened.

Yuan Ping finally couldn't bear it. After peeping at the patriarchs for a few times, he walked a few steps, followed Luger, and coughed in a low voice: "Patriarch ..."

Ruger raised his eyebrows and glanced at him.

"I ..." Yuan Ping was a little spitting, "I ... that ..."

Ruger did not know what was hard for him to say, and asked in surprise: "What's wrong with you?"

"..." Yuan Ping gritted his teeth, and after a while he suffocated his face with red ears, "I'm really straight."

Ruger paused.

After Yuan Ping said that, he was in a state of turmoil.

The gatekeeper has a natural, fledgling sense of belonging to their patriarch, even though Yuan Ping's previous memories are still there, it is not easy to abandon instinct emotionally.

If you change someone else and dare to reject their patriarch, Yuan Ping will definitely copy the guy to turn the other person up, but it is his turn ...

Yuan Ping has always believed that he is not the same as Chu Huan who puts ethics in the funnel. He is firm and firm, and he is traditional and conservative in treating emotions and the expectations of the other half. Never planned to change **** midway.

Furthermore, even if Patriarch Luge is really a woman, Yuan Ping dare not have any thoughts about his patriarch.

Nanshan was disturbed by their strange atmosphere and was about to ask questions. Chu Huan smirked and hooked his neck tightly to prevent him from looking back.

Only the venomous snake green hanging on Chu Huan's shoulder shook his head tremblingly and stared at Yuan Ping curiously.

Yuan Pingliang hadn't waited for Ruger to answer. He couldn't help but be so anxious that he finally got the courage to look up at Ruger and saw that their patriarch's extremely inconspicuous facial activity effectively expressed a sincere inexplicable effect.

Ruger: "What is straight?"

After he finished talking, he looked up and down Yuan Ping's stance, and he nodded because he didn't know. "It's okay, straight, what's wrong?"

Yuan Ping was speechless and centered, feeling that his lumbar intervertebral disc seemed to be slightly prominent.

Ruger's patience has always been limited. Seeing his colorful expression, he was so dumb that he couldn't say a word for a long time. He couldn't help frowning: "What the **** do you want to say?"

Yuan Ping: "... nothing, patriarch, let's go."

Who is their patriarch? Sacred and inviolable, to a certain extent, in addition to the fact that the temper is not very kind, it is a qualified mountain **** with 360 degrees and no dead ends. How can it be measured by mortal thoughts?

Yuan Ping thought that it must be because he was about to suffocate, and the patriarch just gave him a breath. His thoughts must have suddenly become sloppy. This can all be imagined, and Bacheng was affected by Chu Huan.

Yuan Ping secretly made up his mind that after going back, he must draw a line with the clothes and beasts surnamed Chu, so that the grandson would not bring out a bad wind and evil spirits.

The later part of the road may be relatively peaceful because of the inaccessibility, but the three "careful" like tears in the heart still make people unable to bear the pimple.

"Can you see the water's edge when you cross this mountain?" Feeling that the air became more and more humid, Nanshan asked Ruger while reaching out to measure the length of the scepter. At this time, the patriarch power passed down from generation to generation. The stick is only half the length of the beginning.

Nanshan sighed, feeling like he was about to end.

Ruger thought for a while, and said uncertainly: "I only know the general location. It is not clear whether I have turned over this mountain or the next mountain. It is not clear that it should be approaching."

"What happens afterwards?" Chu Huan asked, "How come?"

Ruger once again showed his arrogant question and three ignorance: "I don't know, there is always a way."

Nanshan knew that his old friend, from the beginning to the end, was "Heaven is the boss, he was Ruger the second", and mortal things could not be expected, so he raised the scepter a bit and observed for a moment: "The seaside should be There are fishermen, let ’s go to see if there is a boat. The fishermen have lived on the sea for generations. They have resold so many things on the island. They ca n’t be a fluke every time. There must be some way to go. I think Shen Xingdao should It ’s not as godlike as it is outside. "

Several people talked and climbed to the top of the mountain. At the highest point, Chu Huan had already seen the sea without calling the telescope function.

This is the quietest sea he has ever seen in his life. At this distance, he ca n’t even hear the sound of the waves, and he ca n’t even smell the salty smell peculiar to the sea water. On the beach of a thing, the fine, lifeless white waves were stirred.

There are fishing villages by the sea. Fishing villages are like ruins, and there are small houses and haunted houses erected there. There is nothing else.

Can't see people.

Chu Huan stared at the small fishing village, his heart beat suddenly, his instinctive hair fell, and his heart was extremely uneasy.

The four men went down the mountain carefully, and just after halfway up the mountain, Chu Huan heard a whisper of whispering. He turned his head slightly, and whispered to Nanshan, who was opening the road, "There are people below, there are still a lot of people.

As they got closer to the foot of the mountain, for Chu Huan, the whisper of whispering quickly turned into a noisy sound.

Chu Huan heard someone talking loudly, some screaming, some screaming, and even some laughing. All the voices uniformly showed a creepy ghost, mixed together, it was like an enhanced version of mental illness. The background sound of the courtyard, mixed with the real sound, came from all directions, making him miserable.

Chu Huan's hearing is very sensitive. Hearing often affects his judgment of the surrounding environment. Every time he encounters disturbances in hearing, it will greatly affect his performance.

Nanshan's footsteps stood still abruptly, raised his scepter slightly, and said softly, "Hush, look."

When they arrived here, they could already see the whole picture of the fishing village. As the Nanshan torch swept away, they saw people hiding in front of the house and behind the bed, at the door of the bed. They were men and women, young and old, in different shapes, but they all stared secretly. One place-just a few of them.

Chu Huan suddenly had a layer of goose bumps on his body, and he thought of pulling Nanshan without thinking: "Withdraw, detour, hurry!"

But it was too late.

Chu Huan's words fell, and a fire suddenly appeared at the end of the fishing village. The fire, like a torch, was instantly transmitted to the whole village. The whole fishing village fell into a crimson sea of ​​fire, and the fog was rolling in front of them.

The original chattering and disorderly whispering whispers gradually became deeper, gradually twisted into the same voice, becoming clearer and clearer, and finally it was shocking and deafening.

They were shouting in unison: "thief! Intruder! Thief!"

This time, when Chu Huan did not actively communicate, people who have been devoured can already feel them!

"It's over, I feel like we've stepped on one of the enemy's sensitive points with one foot," Yuan Ping whispered. "My opinion is that we avoid its sharp edge and the wind squeezes—yes, the fire is sure Is it true? Is it hot? "

Chu Huan rolled his eyes when he heard this, and it seemed that Yuan Ping had already suffered from "illusion hypersensitivity"-thinking that everything that could threaten his life was hallucination.

However, although this revolutionary optimism is not worthy of encouragement, his opinion is clearly correct.

Nanshan also turned around at this time, quietly gesturing to them—going up the mountain and going back.

At this moment, a shrill scream pierced into Chu Huan's ear without buffer. He buzzed in his brain, almost deaf, and hit Yuan Ping with his head.

It turned out that Ruger stretched out his arms and blocked their way. Chu Huan rubbed his ears and looked down at him in amazement ...

He saw that the whole mountain burned up

The thick smoke made people burst into tears, and everything around the fire was dancing like demons.

Suddenly, Nanshan “choked” with a scepter and took the scepter and chopped towards Chu Huan. Chu Huan suddenly turned back and saw a shadow that was intended to sneak attack fall apart.

His hearing was disturbed, and he couldn't open his eyes because of the thick smoke. He took a deep breath and suffered severe pain in his lungs. He coughed.

Chu Huan roared at Yuan Ping in a thick smoke: "Is there such a real fake fire, are you **** ..."

Scolding, he took off his shirt three to two and tore it into pieces one by one, stained with the clean water that he carried with him, and gave each one a piece: "I can't go back, just rush to the beach, I don't believe this fire energy Burn into the sea. "

"The water tank is for me." Nanshan's heart was thinner, and he quickly took the water tank and soaked every piece of rope to prevent it from being burnt by fire.

"Follow me," Nan Shan said, and then threw the empty water tank behind him. He opened the road with the sharp wind, and the airflow separated the fire wall from the thick smoke without turning back.

Nanshan intends to split a road in the row-by-row Yujia village.

There are constantly shadows attacking under the turbulent fire, one wave after another, there is no room for people to breathe, Chu Huan is too busy to care for himself, and he has to cover the open Nanshan. Rolled up his arm.

The thing was really sticky and heavy. Chu Huan didn't want to. He directly poked his arm with a burning arrow and picked the black shadow out like a locust. The blood on his arm hadn't flowed out yet. It has burned into a black mass and effectively stopped bleeding.

Less than two kilometers from the foot of the mountain to the seaside, a short stretch of road can be crossed in ten minutes, but tortured several people to one other than one.

It was so close to the sea that Chu Huan dullly smelled the salty taste of the sea water. They intended to find some clues from the locals, waited for enough preparations, and then went to the area of ​​death near Shenxing Island. Unfortunately, the plan could not catch up. Change, not prepared at all, alive is driven by ducks.

Chu Huan "People can't go directly into the water when looking for a boat. No one can see anything under the water."

Between the speeches, with a "call" behind him, Chu Huan heard Yuan Ping shouting behind him: "Lying down, get down!"

I saw a few huge, tentacle-like black shadows rolled over a wooden post like a gate beam, swept across with old tall flames.

Chu Huan really didn't know how to evaluate it—it really was ... there was no deep hatred that didn't disagree.

It must have been too late to hide. Chu Huan drew two arrows from the arsenal behind Nanshan, stood with a scepter, and almost had no time to aim between the heads. The arrows had already rushed out and were interrupted accurately. Two black shadows, the fired gate beam lost its balance, fell to one side, "bang", wiped the side of several people and hit the ground.

Chu Huan's cold sweat almost dripped down the tip of his nose. This time he was able to shoot, completely based on three-point touch and seven-point luck.

When the gate beam fell to the ground, sparks were splattering, and it was absolutely uncomfortable to splash on the body. When a Mars went down, it was a scald. The flames at the tail swept to the rope between Yuan Ping and Lu Ge. The water has been evaporated to dryness, and the rope instantly became black, and it was easily broken with the action of people.

Yuan Ping was taken aback, and instinctively returned his hand to get enough, and Ruger grabbed his wrist.

Ruger said in a deep voice: "Go, it's okay, I'll follow."

The open Nanshan had no time to care for him. He had to push the fire that was in front of him with brute force, and he had to keep the scepter safe in his hand at all times, maintaining the violent wind for a long time. Nanshan's physical strength was almost reaching its limit. Followed with it-until then, they finally arrived at the beach.

There was a row of fishing boats quietly parked on the beach. Nanshan picked a used one conservatively. The fishing boat was not light, but for them, this weight was nothing.

The four men quickly pushed the fishing boat into the sea, and no one could control the boat. Soon after the small fishing boat entered the sea, it began to wriggle around in the water, walking around in a mess.

But even so, they are still the rest of their lives.

"Float for a while and rest for a while." Chu Huan carried the scepter in Nanshan's hand back to Yuan Ping behind him, and forced Nanshan to sit down. "We have sails and no wind, and no one can paddle. After a while, it ’s all up to you. "

Nan Shan sat at the bow of the boat to rest, holding his arm without saying a word, staring at the burned black wound for a long time, his brows tightened, and then bowed his head silently, licking gently around the wound.

It was really painful and itchy, Chu Huan shrunk his hands like a cramp: "Dirty, don't get dirty."

Nanshan stubbornly buckled his arm, very sad. The leaders of the Shoushan people in history, including his mother who had met the misfortunes of the people and even burned the jade, who had suffered such crimes by her sweetheart?

Guilt is one of the most negative emotions that afflicts people.

At this moment, Ruger suddenly booed, Ruger was standing at the stern, and looked cold.

Looking down his eyes, I saw countless tumbling shadows rising from the shore, and the shadows were glued to each other, forming a big curtain that could cover the sky and cover the sun.

The dark curtain fills the sea like a flat pass, and in a blink of an eye spreads a layer of dark oil on the surface of the sea.

The entire continental shelf seemed to be contaminated by the leaked oil, so dark that it could not see the bottom of the sea, and the fire on the shore followed the dark shadows mercilessly.

Pyrotechnics turned into sea, and seas turned into fireworks.

Chu Huan's sentence "The sea can't catch fire" was confused. In a moment, the stormy boat was surrounded.

Was it waiting to be burned alive on the boat, or jumped into the water to be swallowed by the shadow of the open mouth?

This is really a good question.