Of Mountains and Rivers

"Phantom Monkey? What is Phantom Monkey?" Chu Huan couldn't stand upright. His body was covered with layers of cold sweat. When he blinked, the sweat on his eyelashes fell off. Chu Huan rubbed his eyes. Eyes, but soon, he didn't even dare to rub his eyes anymore, because he found that every time he rubbed, there would be subtle differences in the scene in front of him, like a lot of "find the difference" pictures frame by frame Then, shaking him dizzy, "Fuck...be alert and don't move around."

Yuan Ping heard his subtext, and almost wanted to wail: "So it's still a hallucination now, that flower has not been subdued, it's just a strategic concealment?"

Chu Huan didn't answer, but tilted his head vigorously, vaguely, he seemed to hear a heartbeat coming from somewhere.

Hallucinations followed by auditory hallucinations?This day is really impossible.

Yuan Ping glanced at Chu Huan's face, and wanted to reach out to pat him: "Hey, let me tell you, if you can't do it, let me know as soon as possible."

But before his hand touched Chu Huan, he was stopped by Nanshan halfway. Nanshan stretched out his hand to wrap around Chu Huan's shoulder, making Yuan Ping's hand slap empty, and seemingly unintentionally said: "I'll take care of him, Thank you."

Yuan Ping: "..."

"I only heard the elder mention the phantom monkey. He said it was neither a living thing nor a dead thing." Nanshan held a knife in one hand, and rested his hand on Chu Huan's body, letting him rest on his body for a while , "But I don't know what it looks like, and I don't know how to kill it."

"You can't see, you can't hear, you can't smell, you can't taste, you can't touch..." Chu Huan smiled wryly, and said, "The next one is that you can't 'think', right?"

Xiaofang's eyes widened: "What do you mean?"

Yuan Ping listened, but looked at Chu Huan thoughtfully, then frowned slightly, he was about to ask a question, suddenly, a gray shadow was seen in the corner of his eyes, which flashed like lightning.

Before Yuan Ping could speak to warn, Chu Huan had already stretched out his hand and pulled out the arrow from Nanshan's waist. There was nothing else, the arrow that fell to the ground stood there alone, with its big head down, the tip of the arrow stuck into the soil strangely, and the tail feathers were still trembling slightly.

Xiaofang and Yuan Ping almost spoke in unison.

"what is that?"

"There's something there!"

Chu Huan carefully drew out the second arrow. His back was injured, and the muscles on his arms were trembling faintly when he stretched it. A drop of cold sweat flowed into his mouth. He tasted it and found that even the sweat was not salty anymore. Chu Huan took a deep breath. After taking a breath, a voice came out of his throat almost inaudibly: "You have also seen it."

Someone had taught him that a simple way to tell the difference between illusion and reality was to ask others if they saw the same thing.

"I didn't see clearly, it seems..." Yuan Ping stretched out his hand and compared, "It's so high."

monkey height.

Xiaofang: "There is hair on the body, and the tail is thin and long."

Monkey tail.

Nanshan supported Chu Huan, but he didn't make a sound. In fact, he also caught a glimpse, but he was used to be more cautious.

What does it mean to be neither alive nor dead?

What can survive in waters full of dead flowers?

If there really was a gray-haired monkey, why didn't it appear sooner or later, and it had to appear as soon as he mentioned the word "phantom monkey"?

Several people were almost back to back, and there was complete silence all around. After a while, Chu Huan slowly put down his bow and arrow: "I can't find it."

Yuan Ping asked gently: "Can you draw it out?"

Xiaofang: "How?"

"We guard the gate..." Yuan Ping's voice paused, and he suddenly realized that he said the words "our gatekeeper" so easily and almost without any contradiction, "We... the gatekeeper think that bones and blood , are all things with power, and they are commonly used knives in sacrifices, which can communicate life and death. If the phantom monkey is really a kind of thing that is neither alive nor dead, as the patriarch said, then I think so? Can it also be drawn out through this kind of thing?"

These words sound completely illogical and unreasonable, but fortunately, the situation itself is very unreasonable, and blood and bones are commonly used medicinal materials by the mountain guards, and Nanshan will carry them with him, ready-made.

"Patriarch, can you draw 'Birth Blessing'?" Yuan Ping asked with gestures.

"Birth blessings are generally drawn by the elders of the clan. Every time a newborn is born, he will draw a birth blessing on the forehead of the child, which means wishing them to get rid of the intrusion of disease and death. It is a symbol of new life." Nanshan Not in a hurry to answer, he first explained to Chu Huan in detail, and then nodded at Yuan Ping, "I will, why?"

"I have an idea, I don't know if it will work—you mix blood and ashes together, here I am," Yuan Ping pointed to his forehead, "Draw an upside-down birth blessing, I will go to the river The gray-haired monkey is led out, everyone covers, Chu Huan, you are in charge of the remote."

"Get out," Chu Huan vetoed him without thinking, "Is it your turn to direct?"

Yuan Ping poked his chest, with a stubborn expression on his face: "Disabled, do your own thing well, and leave the rest alone."

A few years ago, this bastard was also in the dark and rubbish-filled narrow alleys. He was also involuntary and self-righteous, and he was dragged to say to him, "Do your own thing and leave the rest alone."

"I can't do it if I say no," Chu Huan interrupted him, saying every word: "I can't trust you."

Yuan Ping sneered: "You can't trust yourself, right?"

The veins on Chu Huan's forehead were throbbing, and he wanted to slap him, but before he could lift his hand, Nanshan grabbed his wrist.

"Then do you trust me?" Nanshan asked suddenly.

Chu Huan was taken aback.

"I'm different from him. Our family always keeps what we say and never breaks our word." Nanshan looked at Chu Huan quietly. Suddenly, he lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his palm slipped from Chu Huan's wrist to his hand. In the palm of his hand, he put Chu Huan's hand in his palm, and tapped his chest lightly, "Strength can be big or small, but it all comes from belief——Chu Huan, I don't know what you think, even if You are not willing to promise me, and I am willing to be yours unilaterally, please believe me."

Most of his Chinese seems to be taught by Chu Huan, the teacher is unreliable, and he has not yet taught the sweet talk chapter, so he can only express it in his own way.

Chu Huan was speechless for a while, and even the stick that made a joke all the way was overwhelmed by Nanshan's extraordinarily serious matter: "Clan, patriarch, you..."

Nanshan held up Chu Huan's hand, clasped his palms together, closed his eyes, bent down, touched Chu Huan's hand on his forehead, and said something silently, as if he had voluntarily branded it on it. A very heavy oath.

Then, he took out the gatekeeper's blood and ashes from the skin bag containing various medicines, made a paste in his hand, and drew a strange symbol on his forehead.

"I will slowly approach the river bank. If Brother Gatekeeper's method is effective, the phantom monkey will not be indifferent, but you must not follow up. Once it appears, kill it immediately."

"Give me the arrow, with blood on the tip."

"What if the arrow doesn't kill you?"

Nanshan looked back at him: "I still have a knife in my hand."

Chu Huan chased after Nanshan without blinking, almost holding his breath on the blood-stained arrow tip.

Nanshan walked very slowly, every step seemed to be thoughtful, the tip of the knife in his hand was hanging down, but he had already adjusted to the posture where he could strike horizontally at any time, every movement was natural... and he had experienced many battles .

Looking at the back, Chu Huan suddenly stopped thinking "if only I had a gun", and seemed to have forgotten the injury on his back that was so painful that he couldn't stretch his muscles. Steady like that.

Suddenly, there was a sharp hissing sound, and a gray figure suddenly jumped out.

Almost before the sound could reach people's ears, Chu Huan's arrow had already left the string, and Nanshan's knife moved with the wind.

In the blink of an eye, a half-human-tall monkey had its throat blocked by an arrow, this time the arrow was exactly right, and almost at the same time, Nanshan's knife slashed on the monkey's shoulder, and he slammed the thing on the monkey's shoulder. He fell to the ground, and he smashed a hole in the soft soil by the river.

Until now, the anger raised by the crowd had not had time to relax.

Yuan Ping took a few steps forward, probed his head and said, "Are you dead?"

Xiaofang patted Chu Huan's arm hard and hard: "What a bitch, what a job!"

Chu Huan was staggered by his patting, but his eyes did not leave the big gray monkey.

Suddenly, he thought of something, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he rushed towards Nanshan staggeringly: "Back back, it's fake!"

It's not that Chu Huan has never seen Nanshan make a move. When Nanshan twisted Mutai's neck in the dark, he was very clean and neat.

So when a dangerous, unknown, fast-moving monster rushed towards him, would his first reaction be to slash at that thing's shoulder?

Does he still want to leave a life alive and come back for interrogation?

At such a short distance, Nanshan's saber would not deflect, and Chu Huan was confident that his arrow would not deflect either, so... only their perspectives were off.

But it was too late.

Suddenly there was a dense, rustling sound on the ground, and the vines that had been lurking for a long time finally got their wish and led these prey into the Dendrobium.Those vines densely formed a layer of net at an inconceivable speed, instantly isolating the scattered people.

The white flowers growing on the rattan crazily secreted highly poisonous nectar, and the rattan seemed to be isolated by a film of water.

Where's the lighter?Yes, the lighter finally passed to Yuan Ping just now.

Chu Huan just had this idea, and almost immediately, he heard Yuan Ping's voice coming from behind the thick thorn wall: "This is not on, what the hell!"

Xiaofang's voice came from the other side: "What is it going to do? Where is that monkey just now?"

The monkey was probably some kind of hallucination, and it was a group. Chu Huan held the dagger in his hand.

At this time, he heard Nanshan's anxious voice: "Chu Huan? Promise me, what about Dashan? How about Dashan?"

The sound of the mallet was a little far away: "I'm carrying the mountain, don't worry!"

Chu Huan wanted to answer him with "here", but he suddenly found himself speechless, the small walnut hanging on his chest became hot without warning, and he heard the bursts of heartbeats again. Attracting him to go in a certain direction.

Suddenly, there was a muffled groan of pain from nowhere, and Chu Huan's nerves tensed up on the spot.

Who is hurt?

Someone kept calling him, but the voice gradually became farther away, as if there was an invisible membrane separating Chu Huan's ears.

The sharp wind swept over the back of his neck, and Chu Huan bent over for the first time, and a sneaky cane almost swung past him.

Then, the dense thorn cage all around shook, and countless vines swept towards him with a whistling tsunami, and Chu Huan struggled to dodge in the ever narrower space.

His back was so painful that it was about to burst, Chu Huan cursed in his heart, and didn't confront them head-on. He blocked for a while and hid for a while, fighting guerrilla against the vines like a dying struggle, while conserving his energy as much as possible while Go in a certain direction by feeling.

The strange heartbeat was so loud that Chu Huan found that he could no longer hear other sounds.

The way forward was blocked, he had to use a knife to cut a bloody path by himself, and as he got closer to a certain direction, the vines became more and more crazy, as if they were desperately trying to stop him.

Is this thing also sensitive?Thinking about it this way, although Chu Huan was embarrassed, he miraculously felt the pleasure of playing hooligans.

It's a pity that if you play hooligans, you must be prepared to be smoked to death.

Chu Huan was almost strangled by a sneak attacking cane, and just raised his hand to split it, and the broken cane hadn't landed before the second one chased him, effectively driving him into a corner.

The third vine struck cunningly from the side and stabbed straight at Chu Huan's heart. He finally had no way to avoid it, so he could only curl up his body as much as possible, and be mentally prepared to be stabbed right through, and at the same time try to avoid it. Open the key, so as not to meet Chu Aiguo on the spot.

Chu Huan had already gritted his teeth, but the expected pain did not come. He took a closer look and saw the sharp thorns protruding from the sinister rattan, which almost touched the walnut hanging on his chest, but was suddenly tapped Like not moving.

what's the situation?Does this thing still ward off evil spirits?

However, it is a life-and-death situation right now, and Chu Huan didn't pursue the reason. As soon as he seized the opportunity to turn over, he unceremoniously split the rattan in front of him into two halves, and shook off the rattan's grip without hesitation. siege.

The "walnut" on Chu Huan's chest exudes a strange halo, like a weak but firm little lamp in the dark.

At this time, not only his side, but the whole dead flower plant was shaking violently, intending to drive out the little bugs "in its belly".

In contrast, the space for Dashan and Bangmai is even smaller.

Dashan couldn't see anything, and the fragrance of the flowers was so strong that it made him want to vomit, so he had no choice but to hide around with his back on his back.

Bang Chui's leg sprained itself. Although he recovered quickly, he seemed a little inflexible, especially when he was carrying the mountain on his back. He had to hide and protect the mountain at the same time, so he had to shout at the top of his voice in the panic : "Patriarch! Patriarch!"

"Don't worry about me," Dashan groped and grabbed his arm, and the usually taciturn boy said, "Go and meet the patriarch and the others quickly, don't worry about me, you can't go anywhere without me!"

Bangchui didn't have time to answer, at this moment, the wall of thorns in front of him was split open with a knife, Bangchui's face was just happy, and before he had time to scream, Nanshan was pushed back to the other side by the newly grown thorns, and the flowers died in vain. Spare no effort to separate them.

Stick: "Be careful!"

But he told others to be careful, but he was hit by the trick. A vine came out of the ground unexpectedly and pierced straight into the sole of the mallet. The mallet screamed and fell down with the mountain. Horse lying down.

He was rolling all over the ground in pain, but he clung to the mountain tightly, and he didn't throw him out.

Everyone heard the scream, Nanshan was very anxious, but the thicker and thicker wall of thorns in front of him was always growing faster than him, Nanshan heard the sound of Yuan Ping fighting with the thorns and vines, and heard Xiaofang shouting the sound of the club name, but only heard Chu Huan's movement.

With a loud yell, the mallet forcibly pulled the cane out of his feet, the blood stained the ground, his voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth, a smile that Dashan couldn't see appeared on his face, and he said intermittently : "No... I can't go anywhere without carrying you..."

At this time, there was a loud shout from the top of his head——a sharp flame was seen blowing down in the air, it was Yuan Ping!

There was still a small pot of wine on Yuan Ping's body. He wiped the wine on the blade of the knife and set it on fire. It was like holding a flame. The smell of scorching pervaded the air, and the dead vines suddenly retreated to both sides.

"Come here! Hurry up!" Yuan Ping yelled at them, "This is the fucking drink I have left!"

Dashan fumbled around anxiously, and suddenly a pair of hands hugged his waist. Before he had time to react, the arm around his waist was like steel, and he was thrown out without any resistance.

Dashan realized something, and his voice suddenly split: "Brother! Brother! Big brother!"