[Ghost Slayer: Blade] Is it my fault for group wear?

290.

"I just said that there are many ghosts in the woods."

I squatted on the tree with my face on my face and looked at the child wielding a sword under the tree. Xuan Mi's flame had been tempered very well. He almost cut off the head of the first ghost in an instant, and the second ghost was on the ground. Screaming in the flames, he almost ran to the blood-stained knife edge in a panic.Only the last little ghost escaped from the sword and ran into the depths.

I jumped off the tree and pointed to the direction where the ghost escaped: "Can you still walk?"

He nodded panting, and I dragged him into the thicker and deeper woods, where the group of little ghosts that had been burnt up was really conspicuous.There was a rattling sound from the woods I was passing through, and I looked back dully, but there was nothing in the place where the sound came from.

Before I could take a closer look, Xuan Mi had already rushed over and beheaded the last ghost.So I turned around with my usual face and laughed and praised him, Xuan Mi also nodded with me while withdrawing the knife, but my eyes stopped at a certain point behind me, I thought that there should be no one behind me, so I followed him and turned around.

"... When we came, was this tree so long?"

291.

Obviously, we're lost.

292.

I tried to whistle to call the crow I borrowed from my elder brother, but there was no echo. It seems that the bird does not follow us all the time.I spread my hands with Xuan Mi disapprovingly.After all, I belong to the type that I like to write letters to my elder brother and Diewu when I have nothing to do. For example, the ghost I met today has three heads and quarrels with each other. For example, how much Xuan Mi has improved. It is the best way to improve. I write a lot of beautiful scenery on the road.

At first, Crow was quite willing to help, but after I got more and more verbose, he simply pretended to be dead and ignored me except for the necessary strategic information.Fortunately, I have already reminded the president in several letters before entering the woods to extract enough wisteria flower poison to kill Tong Mo, so she doesn't have to worry about it.But if I don't write to my eldest brother for too long, it will probably make him worry.

"Anyway, there are ghosts in this woods, let's take a look." I looked left and right for a while, then reached out and touched Xuan Mi's head, "I'll try to call the crow at night, maybe it just went to eat? "

He nodded without much worry, and continued to walk deep.But the strange thing is that we seem to be caught in a wonderful endless loop. Although we have never seen the marks carved on the trees, we can't see the end of the forest anyway.And there was a slight ghost smell all around, but there wasn't a moving shadow to be seen.

The sun has been hanging in the same place for a long time, and the surrounding trees and grass are also unbelievably quiet.It seems that the only ones alive are me and Xuan Mi.

I looked at the child next to me who was still holding the knife.We have been walking for quite a long time, and the physical exertion is fine for ghosts, but as a human, Xuanya must not be able to hold on anymore.I took him under a bigger tree and patted the lush grass.

"Take a break." I untied the cloak and folded it into the shape of a pillow and handed it to him. "Take this pillow. You'll have time to go after you wake up."

He was really exhausted, and he only had time to thank me before he fell on the wrapped pillow and fell unconscious.I happened to be wearing a robe, so I took it off and covered him tightly.Compared to the exhausted child, I was not too tired, so I got up and carved a mark on the tree, climbed along the trunk to the top, and walked around in a circle.

The green bushes stretched out into the distance, with no end in sight.I looked around, looked up at the sun, and compared its approximate position.Xuan Mi under the tree was sleeping peacefully, and there was no murderous look around, so I found a branch to lean against the trunk and closed my eyes to rest. I dare not sleep, so I can only squint for a while to recover my spirits.

293.

After a while, there was still no movement in calling the crow, and Xuan Mi woke up leisurely.I put the robe and cloak back on and pulled the man up from the ground.

"Are you awake?" I handed him the water and rice balls I was carrying, "Eat your fill first, I have two ideas, listen to them."

He nodded and took it, and sat down with me.I drink the blood I have with me in the last tube, the woods, the sun, the fresh air.If it weren't for the creepy and heinous surroundings, I really think this is a good picnic.

"One is to cut down trees." I pointed to the sun, "It must be weird that the position of the sun hasn't changed for so long, so let's choose a random direction——I recommend cutting down trees towards the sun, and cutting all the way there is a kind of exercise." physical strength."

Xuan Mi did not refute: "What about the second one?"

"The second one is to burn it directly. This area is all wood, and it doesn't take much effort to burn it clean." I scratched my face, "I personally still don't recommend it. Such a large forest is wasted, and I don't know what it will be. There will be no other people sitting around... So let's try to cut down trees first? If it doesn't work, can we control the fire and burn it all the way?"

He nodded in response, and finished eating the rice ball in two or three bites. I followed him to drink up the last blood, put the clean tube back in my pocket, and got up to accompany him to cut trees.Before my brother left, he stuffed me with a wooden sword he had cut. I tried to cut a tree that was not too thick, but found that it broke.

I'm afraid of breaking it... Well, at worst, I can cut a new one myself after I go out.

I was relieved, and followed Xuanmi to chop radishes forward and kept swinging the knife forward. By the way, I told him how to use less energy to swing the knife and how to use force so that the wrist would not be too sore as I saw in the instruction book. He is a hard-working and studious boy who practiced practical exercises with a serious face.I also really followed the instructions in the instruction book, and adjusted my posture along the way so that I would not be too tired.

Until the two of us were completely exhausted again and collapsed on the ground, the endless woods still had no end.I compared the position of the sun in the sky with my hand, and asked the child lying beside me: "Xuan Mi, how many tubes of my blood do you have?"

He replied honestly: "In addition to what you smoked for me just now, I still have two more."

"Drink it all, and I'll smoke it for you later." I pointed around us flatly, "Burn it."

294.

Xuan Mi lay down for a few seconds, then got up and set fire to the mountain.I lay in the middle and pretended to be dead, while watching the tiny sparks floating in the sky, while thinking carefully about the gap between me and Xuan Mi in the battle.

Xuan Mi's use of power is enthusiastic and surging, almost like the fearlessness of the PC thugs gathering to kick the door, and the KP frantically tearing the card, with the vigor and courage of a young man, thinking about the enemy's attack in one go.His physical skills already had a foundation, and he trained under several Zhu later, so he should not be underestimated.

And I am the knife.It can only be a knife.

Unsheath, decapitate, put away the knife.

Without enough physical skills, without the determination to fight to the death, even with one's own flame, one can only use opportunistic methods to get along with one another.If you can't do it in one go, you will die without a place to bury you.

That's why I can't safely teach him, he can't learn anything from me, only the fragility and cowardice of people who live in a completely different peaceful age.I just relied on luck and acquired skills to survive on the battlefield and fighting. How could they be so brave and determined to work hard.

295.

The fire had been burning for a long time, and I leaned against the only intact tree in the center basking in the sun, drawing my own blood tube by tube with no expression on my face.In the end, I was a little dizzy in the sudden gunpowder smoke, and when I was top-heavy even standing up, the child who set the fire came back.

I threw the blood to him, and simply closed my eyes and asked, "Is it burnt?"

"It's finished, I see a way out." He took the things and put them away, "So much fresh blood, are you okay?... What's wrong with your eyes, are they smoked?"

"It's okay." I pushed away his hand that wanted to heal my eyes, and helped my drowsy head, "Lead the way, I know where you are."

My face was probably ugly, the always obedient child paused, but still reached out to hold my hand.

He insisted: "At least let me take you out. My brother's mansion is near here, and I'll take you to him."

Even though he was still a few years younger than me, he told me word by word, calmly and steadily: "Don't let go of my hand."

"Yes, it's really reliable."

I squinted my eyes and smiled perfunctorily.