God lures him to attack

"Standing in a dangerous building, the wind is soft, looking at the sorrow of spring, and the sky is full of gloom. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, who would lean on the railing without words. I plan to get drunk and sing to wine. Strong music is tasteless. Clothes gradually I will not regret it at the end of the day, and make people haggard because of Yixiao." After reading the poems on the paper, Lu Yao crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the bonfire in front of him.

The bonfire is burning, and the scent of honeydew pigeons floats in the forest.

Gan Zongde sat beside him with a completely unrecognizable expression, while Mo Xi leaned against a tree to drink water, and couldn't help laughing when he glanced in the direction of the fire.

"I know a kind of herbal medicine that can reduce swelling, do I want to find it for you?" Mo Xi got up and walked over, with a half-smile still on her lips.

Half an hour ago, Gan Zongde and Lu Yao caught a white pigeon. Under Lu Yao's instigation, Gan Zongde poked the beehive, and his face became swollen now.

"A man, he won't die after being stung a few times by a wasp." Lu Yao turned around the roasted pigeon, dabbed some honey, and rushed to answer for Gan Zongde, with a suppressed smile on his face.

"You liar, you said you cast a spell to turn the bees away, which caused me to be stung like this!" Gan Zongde's eyes were so swollen that only a slit could be seen, and his lips looked like two sausages, which looked very humorous.

"You are not a magic stick, we are with each other!" After teasing

Finally, Lu Yao seemed to think of something, and quickly took out his phone and turned it on.

"Come on, have a laugh." He put Gan Zongde on the shoulder, quickly pressed the camera button, and recorded the unrecognizable Gan Zongde in the album.

"What is this?" Mo Xi came over curiously, and Lu Yao handed the roasted pigeon to Gan Zongde, and dragged Mo Xi to a place with better light to take a group photo.

"This is a mobile phone, it can take pictures, which is what you call portraits." Lu Yao scanned the group photos in the album, Mo Xi's expression was very blank, and his eyes had nowhere to rest.

"Mobile phone?" Mo Xi murmured, apparently not knowing what a mobile phone is, and when he came back to his senses, Lu Yao put his shoulders in the pose of scissors.

"Mo Xi, look at that small circle." Lu Yao pointed to the front camera and tilted his head.

When Mo Xi looked up, Lu Yao playfully pecked his side face, and the front camera recorded Mo Xi's frightened expression.

"You..." Mo Xi was at a loss, and hurriedly pushed away the hand on her shoulder. When she was about to move to the side, she stepped on the hem of her clothes and leaned back.

"Mo Xi be careful!" Lu Yao stretched out his hand to hold Mo Xi's arm, trying to straighten him up, but they fell together among the dead branches and leaves.

The fallen leaves fluttered lightly, and Lu Yao put one hand on the soil left by Mo Xi to prevent herself from being completely pressed on top of him.

Mo Xi blinked her starry eyes, and a handsome face that was close at hand was reflected in her pupils, while Lu Yao swallowed involuntarily, trying to restrain the restlessness of her body.

This position is most suitable for kissing, because the distance is so close that there is no room for resistance, and physical contact will accelerate the rise of hormones, which can easily make people lose their minds.

Lu Yao's lips slowly leaned towards Mo Xi, but Mo Xi looked at the approaching face, and did not intend to resist.

Just when the thin lips of the two were still a leaf away, a white dress was caressed in front of them by the wind.

"What are you doing lying on the ground?" The man in the white shirt was bent at ninety degrees, and the two ribbons tied with his hair were flying in the wind. He looked at the two men who were about to kiss, and didn't know What are they going to do.

The first thing Lu Yao saw was the feet wrapped in silver boots, then the floating white shirt, and then a face that he had seen on the spiritual tablet.

He froze for a moment, not knowing whether to call "Dad" or "Ghost".

"Did you see a carrier pigeon?" Nan Jueming didn't pay much attention to what those two people were doing, because he went down the mountain to find the carrier pigeon.

"Carrier pigeons?" Gan Zongde glanced at the pigeons roasting on the branches and the letter paper that had been burned to ashes by the fire.

"I didn't see it!" The three said in unison, denying the facts.

"Where did my carrier pigeon go?" Nan Jueming muttered, pouted, and walked in another direction.

Lu Yao stood up from the ground, breathed a sigh of relief, then helped Mo Xi up, and the two patted the dust off their bodies.

"It seems to be ripe and ready to eat." After Nan Jueming left, Gan Zongde put the pigeon away from the fire, and the three of them began to share the roasted pigeon.

Nan Jueming, who walked away for 50 meters, became more and more wrong. Since they didn't see his white pigeon, why did they answer in unison?What is that one they are baking?Moreover, strangers are not allowed to enter this area with a radius of [-] li. How could there be three people in the forest?

It’s tricky!

Thinking like this, Nan Jueming turned back to the original place.

"Are you roasting a pigeon?" When Nan Jueming came back, the pigeon had only a pile of bones, an iron ring and a pile of white feathers left.

"I've been keeping homing pigeons for three years!!!!" A roar shook the world, and the whole forest trembled.

After the mournful roar, there was a long silence, and this long silence was accompanied by mournful sobs.

"Brother Pigeon, you died so miserable..." Nan Jueming held the loess and buried the pigeon's hair bones in the ground.

Express condolences.

Gan Zongde patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Pigeons can't be resurrected after death, this little brother will be sad."

"Don't shoot me, give me back the carrier pigeon! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." Nan Jueming was crying, more sad than dead parents.

Lu Yao folded his hands and leaned on the tree, always feeling that he had come to an ancient anti-human design. Gan Ze's ancestor was a magic stick?His father's ancestor was a poor-faced second-rate scholar?Grandpa Lu's ancestor was born as a witch clam?

It's really bizarre and unbelievable.

"Little brother, is there an octagonal tower near here?" Lu Yao cut to the chase. They had been wandering around in the woods for a long time, and they hadn't seen the octagonal tower that Qin Huai mentioned. The person in front of him should know something about it. One or two, it is better to ask.

Nan Jueming's eyes changed subtly when he heard about the Octagonal Tower. He got up and wiped away his tears, thinking to himself, "These people must have evil intentions if they want to go to the Octagonal Tower after eating my carrier pigeon."

"Walk 300 meters in this direction, and you will see the octagonal tower after passing through a fog." Nan Jueming pointed to the opposite direction when he came, with an unconvinced face.

The three of Lu Yao looked at the direction he was pointing at. There seemed to be no end to the horizon, and there were many dead trees.

"Little brother, if you know the way, can you take us there?" Gan Zong asked.

De was speaking inarticulately, and the little brother turned into a little paper man without knowing when, and fell at his feet with the wind.

"Missing?" Lu Yao stepped forward and picked up the small paper figurine on the ground. The words "Nan Jueming" were written on the small paper figurine.

The three of them didn't stay for a long time again, because the sky had begun to darken at this time, and they would spend the night in the woods if they didn't find the octagonal tower.

Lu Yao and Gan Ze walked on both sides of Mo Xi, and the three of them walked together towards the direction Nan Jueming was pointing at, and did not enter the area full of dead trees.

The deeper you go, the more desolate everything around you will be, like walking into a desert from a big forest. The land here is dry, there are no rivers and swamps, and all the trees do not grow leaves, but they are gradually shrouded in thick fog.

There was no sound of birds, insects, or people.

The fog was getting thicker and thicker, so that the withering in front of me could not be seen clearly, and the sound of wind chimes suddenly came from the wind. The sound was mixed with some mournful cries, which sounded creepy.

As Mo Xi was walking, she couldn't help leaning towards Lu Yao, for fear that something strange would suddenly appear.

Lu Yao snickered in the thick fog, naturally clasped his hand, and held him by his side, completely ignoring Gan Zongde who had been nagging.

"Why do I feel that Nan Jueming is lying to us? Why does this place look so gloomy? It doesn't look like the octagonal tower at all, it looks more like a hell." Gan Zongde flinched around in the mist

Looking forward, I feel more and more cold.

With a "click", a dead branch on the ground was trampled off, making a crisp sound.

In the mist, the sound of the wind gradually died down, the wind chimes and the screaming cries stopped abruptly, and everything was silent.

A sound of piano pierced through the fog, echoing melodiously, and the fog dispersed in a strange posture. When it dispersed, Gan Zongde was no longer in the same place.

"Gan Zongde?" Lu Yao and Mo Xi couldn't help but look around for Gan Zongde, only to find that there were only dead crows all over the ground.

"Who is here?" The man who spoke was sitting behind the guqin, wearing a purple shirt with clouds and mist, and he moved without wind.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the man whose facial features were surrounded by clouds and mist raised his eyes, his lips moved: "No, people can't come in here, what are you?"