Of Mountains and Rivers

The sudden inscription on the stone was like a haunted ghost, and it successfully suppressed all the men who were still killing the Quartet just now.

The man wrote stroke by stroke, with strength piercing the back of the stone, rubbing the rough part to make a tooth-squeaking "squeak" sound, and wrote the word "be careful" three times in a row, the handwriting became bigger and faster , more and more sloppy, the last few strokes almost ran up and down again.

A little dire.

Nan Shan waved his hand silently, walked under the stone, stretched out his hand slowly, and boldly touched the last stroke in the air. I don't know what he touched, the writing stopped abruptly, only the engraving on the boulder Among them, there are some stone chips broken in it.

Nanshan: "Who?"

There was no answer, and there was a vast silence all around.

People who are not afraid of supernatural events can't help getting chills down their spines in front of the irrefutable evidence of haunting. Chu Huan can only feel a pair of eyes in the depths of the darkness who don't know whether they are enemies or friends, as if they have been watching them.

In the blink of an eye, two questions that have been lingering in his mind flashed through Chu Huan's mind: Back then...who spread the news of the collapsed land?

Is "it" really a whole?

Chu Huan asked softly: "What are you careful about? Who are you?"

This time, no one answered again, and the other party seemed to have made up their minds not to cheat the corpse again.

The characters written on the stone surface are the authentic characters of the Liyi tribe, and they are written very standard, at least more than the standard of Chu Huan, who is an acquired talent.

It is self-evident who this is written for, and the three "be careful" warnings in a row, but anyone with good eyesight can see the anxiety and panic in it, and it is definitely not the enemy's provocation and intimidation.

This person lurking in the dark...whether it's a person or something else—seems to be trying to help them.

Chu Huan bent his index finger and tapped lightly on the boulder. It was hard and cold and it was not fake.

"The villagers in the valley suffocate us, and the wizard can burst out non-burning fire... We were chased and killed by those ghosts and snakes all the way," Chu Huan slowly squatted in front of the boulder, and walked toward the "haunted" place without any restraint. Leaning on the boulder, he murmured, "What does this mean?"

After asking, he didn't wait for other people's answers, and started to ask and answer by himself: "This shows that there is a rule in the sinking area-their consciousness can be materialized."

Nanshan frowned: "You mean what you want? Then why can't we?"

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

But whether it is the puppets who unconsciously participated in besieging them, or the wizards who communicated with them consciously, they all have one common feature, that is, their bodies are nearby.

Chu Huan looked around at this moment, even climbed up the big rock, and raised the fire on the scepter higher, but he still didn't find anyone nearby—no humanoid.

"I'm not necessarily right when I say a possibility," Chu Huan said after a long time, "I'm wondering if these people swallowed by 'it' are also divided into different levels?"

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

The ones I met later were more powerful than the other, from the one who suffocated them to the one who chased them and beat them...

If Ruge led the way correctly, then the rule presented was that the closer to Shen Xing Island, the higher the level of the person being devoured.

"If there is such a level, I think the person who carved the characters on the stone must be of a very high level. As for how high..." Chu Huan paused.

Yuan Ping, who had been asking him to sing a one-man show, seemed to come back to his senses at this moment.

Yuan Ping answered coolly: "The closer you get to Shen Xing Island, the longer it will take to be swallowed up. Assuming that the person who carved the words on the stone was with us, how did he survive without dying?" have been conscious for so long?"

Yuan Ping was probably disturbed, and as he spoke, his tone became colder: "It doesn't make sense, so stop talking."

Chu Huan: "That's not necessarily..."

Yuan Ping snorted impatiently and interrupted him.

Chu Huan gave him a white look: "Have you taken gunpowder? What if the person who carved the letter was not swallowed? What if the person who carved the letter is a part of 'it' at all?"

Yuan Ping was stunned.

They were still discussing whether this "it" is a whole or composed of several parts. If "it" is really not a single consciousness, it is not without the possibility of fighting each other and fighting each other.

Ruge stood quietly on the side, as if he hadn't kept up with the two of them running wildly. His thoughts were still stuck on the last question. It wasn't until Nanshan called him to go that Ruge seemed to be unresponsive. He raised his head and asked, "That is to say, only Only those who are devoured can take advantage of the rules here?"

Yuan Ping avoided his gaze uncomfortably, and gave an answer in a flat tone: "Yes, but first of all, you must ensure that your consciousness is still your own, and not become a puppet of 'it'."

After hearing this, Ruge nodded expressionlessly, with a calm expression of "I got it", adjusted his bow and arrow a little, then raised his legs and walked forward as if nothing had happened.

Yuan Ping finally couldn't bear it any longer. After peeking at their patriarch several times, he walked a few steps closer to Lu Ge's side, coughing dryly in a low voice: "Patriarch..."

Ruger glanced at him sideways.

"I..." Yuan Ping hesitated, "I...that..."

Ruge didn't know what he had to say, so he asked in surprise, "What's wrong with you?"

"..." Yuan Ping gritted his teeth, and after a while he choked out, "I'm really straight."

Ruger paused.

After Yuan Ping said those words, his heart was overwhelmed.

The gatekeepers have a natural, baby-like sense of belonging to their patriarch. Even though Yuan Ping still has memories of the past, it is not so easy to abandon his instinct emotionally.

If someone else dared to reject their patriarch, Yuan Ping would definitely copy the guy and overthrow the other party, but it was his turn...

Yuan Ping has always believed that he is different from Chu Huan, who puts his morals in a funnel. He has a firm stand, his roots are upright, and he is traditional and conservative in his treatment of feelings and expectations of the other half. Never planned to change sexual orientation midway.

What's more, even if Patriarch Luge is really a woman, Yuan Ping would never dare to have any unreasonable thoughts about the patriarch of his own family.

Nanshan was alarmed by their strange atmosphere, and was about to ask a question, but Chu Huan let out a muffled laugh, and hooked his neck firmly, not letting him turn back.

Only Xiaolu, the poisonous snake hanging on Chu Huan's shoulder, poked out her head tremblingly and stared at Yuan Ping curiously.

Yuan Ping didn't wait for Ruge's answer for a long time, and he couldn't help being anxious. He finally mustered up the courage to look up at Ruge, and saw that the patriarch's extremely inconspicuous facial movements effectively expressed a sense of sincerity and inexplicability.

Ruger: "What's straight?"

After finishing speaking, he looked Yuan Ping's standing posture up and down, and nodded his head because he didn't understand: "It's okay, it's straight, what's the matter?"

Yuan Ping was speechless, and felt that his lumbar intervertebral disc seemed to protrude slightly.

Luge's patience has always been limited. Seeing his colorful expression, and the dumbfounded man who couldn't speak a word for a long time, he couldn't help frowning: "What do you want to say?"

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

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

Yuan Ping thought, it must be because he was about to suffocate to death just now, and the patriarch just gave him a breath. His thoughts must have suddenly become dirty. All of this can be imagined, and it is probably influenced by Chu Huan.

Yuan Ping secretly made up his mind that when he went back, he must draw a clear line with the beast in clothes surnamed Chu, so as not to be brought out by the grandson.

The later part of the road may be relatively peaceful because of the inaccessibility of people, but the three "be careful" like heart-wrenching still make people feel uncomfortable.

"Crossing this mountain, can I see the water's edge?" Feeling the air getting more and more humid, Nanshan asked Luge while stretching out his hand to measure the length of the scepter. The rod is only half as long as it started.

Nanshan sighed, feeling like he was about to end his life.

Luge thought for a while, and said uncertainly: "I only know the approximate location. I don't know whether it is over this mountain or the next one. It should be almost there."

"What about when we get there?" Chu Huan asked, "How to get there?"

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

Nanshan knew that his old friend was always "Heaven is the boss, Luge is the second" from the beginning to the end, and that ordinary people's things can't be counted on, so he raised the scepter a little higher, and observed for a while: "The beach should be There are fishermen, let's go to see if there is a boat first. The fishermen have lived by the sea for generations. They have resold so many things on the island. It can't be a fluke every time. There must be some way to get there. I think Shen Xing Island should It’s not as magical as it is rumored outside.”

While talking, several people climbed to the top of the mountain. At the highest point, Chu Huan could already see the sea without calling out the telescope function.

This is the quietest sea he has ever seen in his life. At this distance, he can no longer hear the sound of waves, or even smell the unique salty smell of sea water. Fine, lifeless white waves stirred up on the beach of Yiwu.

There is a fishing village by the sea, and the fishing village is like a relic, with small houses erected there like haunted houses, but there is nothing else.

Can't see people.

Chu Huan stared at the small fishing village, his heart beat suddenly faster, his hairs stood on end instinctively, and extreme anxiety arose in his heart.

The four of them descended the mountain carefully, and just after halfway up the mountain, Chu Huan heard whispers. He tilted his head slightly, and whispered to Nanshan who opened the way: "There are people down there, and there are quite a few of them, so be careful."

As they got closer and closer to the foot of the mountain, for Chu Huan, the whispers quickly turned into noisy voices.

Chu Huan heard some people talking loudly, some roaring, some screaming, some even laughing, all kinds of voices uniformly exuded a creepy ghost, mixed together, it was like an enhanced version of psychosis The background sound of the courtyard, mixed with the real voice, came from all directions, making him miserable.

Chu Huan's hearing is very sensitive, and his hearing often affects his judgment of the surrounding environment. Whenever his hearing is disturbed, it will greatly affect his performance.

Nan Shan stood still in front of him, raised his scepter slightly, and said softly, "Hush, look."

When they got here, they could already see the whole picture of the fishing village. With the Nanshan torches sweeping away, they saw people hidden everywhere in front of the house, behind the house, and at the door beside the bed. A place—where a few of them were.

A layer of goosebumps suddenly appeared on Chu Huan's body, and he pulled Nanshan without thinking: "Retreat, detour, hurry up!"

But it was too late.

Chu Huan's voice fell silent, and a fire suddenly appeared at the end of the fishing village. The fire was like a torch, and it was transmitted to the whole village in an instant.

The original chirping and disorderly whispering voice gradually became deeper and deeper, and gradually twisted into the same voice, which became more and more clear, and finally it was shocking and deafening.

They were shouting with one voice: "Thief! Intruder! Thief!"

This time, when Chu Huan didn't take the initiative to communicate, the people who were swallowed could already feel them!

"It's over, I feel that we have stepped on a sensitive point of the enemy," Yuan Ping said in a low voice, "My opinion is that we avoid the sharp edge, the wind is blowing-by the way, the fire will definitely Is it true? Is it hot?"

When Chu Huan heard this, he rolled his eyes, and Yuan Ping seemed to have suffered from "hallucinatory hypersensitivity" - thinking that all things that could threaten his life were hallucinations.

But although this revolutionary optimism is not to be encouraged, he is clearly right.

Nanshan also turned around at this time, and silently gestured to them——up the mountain, go back.

At this moment, a shrill scream like a knife pierced Chu Huan's ear without any buffer, and there was a "buzz" in his head, almost deaf, and he bumped into Yuan Ping's body.

It turned out that Ruge at the front stretched out his arms and blocked their way. While rubbing his ears, Chu Huan followed his gaze in amazement...

He saw that the whole mountain was on fire

The thick smoke made people burst into tears, and everything around them danced like demons in the firelight.

Suddenly, Nanshan drew his sword, took the scepter and slashed at Chu Huan's back with a "choke". Chu Huan suddenly turned around, only to see a black shadow intending to sneak attack disintegrating.

His hearing was disturbed, and he was unable to open his eyes due to the smoke. He took a breath and his lungs hurt violently, and he coughed continuously.

Chu Huan yelled at Yuan Ping in the thick smoke: "Is there such a realistic fake fire, you fucking..."

While cursing, he took off his shirt and tore it into strips, dipped it in the clean water he brought with him, and took a piece for each of them: "I can't go back, go to the beach, I don't believe this fire can burn in the sea."

"Give me the water canister." Nanshan was even more careful, and quickly took the water canister to soak every piece of rope to prevent it from being burned by the fire.

"Follow me." Nan Shan said, and then he threw the empty water tank behind him. He opened the way with the sharp wind, and the air flow separated the wall of fire and the thick smoke without hesitation.

Nanshan is planning to cut a road in the row upon row of fishermen's villages.

Under the cover of the monstrous fire, black shadows continued to attack, wave after wave, leaving no room for breathing. Chu Huan was too busy to take care of himself, and had to cover Nanshan who opened the way. If he didn't pay attention, a black shadow came rolled up his arms.

That thing was really sticky and heavy. Without even thinking about it, Chu Huan poked his arm with the tip of a fiery arrow, and picked out the black shadow like a leech. It has been scalded into a ball of black, and the bleeding has been effectively stopped.

It is less than two kilometers from the foot of the mountain to the beach, a short distance that can be crossed within 10 minutes, but several people are tortured one by one.

It was very close to the sea, and Chu Huan could smell the salty smell of sea water dully. They originally wanted to find some clues from the locals, and after they had made enough preparations, they would go closer to the death zone near Shen Xing Island. Unfortunately, the plan could not be kept up. Changes, no preparations have been made, and the ducks are being pushed to the shelves.

Chu Huan "Looking for a boat, people can't go directly into the water, and there are things under the water that no one can see."

While speaking, there was a "hoo" behind him, and Chu Huan heard Yuan Ping shouting behind him: "Damn it, get down!"

I saw a few huge, tentacle-like black shadows curling around a wooden pillar like a gate beam, sweeping towards with Lao Gao's flames.

Chu Huan really didn't know how to evaluate it-this is really... There is no bloody hatred that can't be done.

It must be too late to hide, Chu Huan took out two arrows from the quiver behind Nanshan, and stood still with his scepter on fire. There was almost no time to aim when he turned his head. The arrows had already galloped out, accurately interrupting The two black shadows lost their balance on the burning beam of the gate, and fell to one side. With a "bang", they hit the ground by rubbing against the sides of several people.

Chu Huan was covered in cold sweat almost dripping down the tip of his nose. This time, he was able to hit the shot entirely because of his three-point sense and seven-point luck.

When the gate beam fell to the ground, sparks flew everywhere, and it was not good to splash on the body. A spark that fell was a burn, and the flames at the end swept the rope between Yuan Ping and Luge. Maybe it was because the smoke burned all the way. The water had evaporated, and the rope was instantly black, and it was easily disconnected with the movement of the person.

Yuan Ping was taken aback immediately, and instinctively turned his hand back, but Ruge grabbed his wrist.

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

Nanshan, who opened the way, had no time to take care of him. He had to brute force to push away the sea of ​​flames in front of him. Followed by flowers - until then, they finally reached the seaside.

There was a whole row of fishing boats quietly parked by the sea, and Nanshan conservatively picked out a half-new one that was not old. The fishing boat was not light, but to them, the weight was nothing.

The four people quickly pushed the fishing boat into the sea, and none of them was good at controlling the boat. Not long after the small fishing boat entered the sea, it began to spin in the water non-stop, walking around with a hammer here and a jar here.

But even so, they are still alive after the catastrophe.

"Let's float first, rest for a while." Chu Huan took back the scepter in Nanshan's hand, stuffed it to Yuan Ping behind him, and forced Nanshan to sit down again, "We have sails but no wind, and no one knows how to row with oars. It's all up to you for a while."

Nan Shan sat on the bow to rest, held his arm without saying a word, stared at the scorched wound for a long time, frowned, then lowered his head without saying a word, and gently licked around the wound.

It was really painful and itchy, Chu Huan withdrew his hand like a cramp: "Dirty or not, don't do it."

Nanshan held his arm stubbornly, feeling extremely sad.The leaders of the mountain guards in the past, including his mother who was so dishonest and even died, who made his sweetheart suffer this kind of crime?

Guilt is truly one of the most tormenting negative emotions.

At this moment, Ruge suddenly "hushed", and Ruge had already stood at the stern of the boat at some point, with a cold expression on his face.

Following his gaze, he saw countless billowing shadows soaring up to the sky from the shore, and those shadows were sticking to each other, forming a big black curtain that could cover the sky and the sun.

The shady wading across the sea seemed to fill the sea, and in a blink of an eye, a layer of pitch-black oil was spread on the surface of the sea.

The entire continental shelf seemed to be polluted by leaked oil, so black that the bottom of the sea could not be seen, and the fire on the shore swept mercilessly along the black shadow.

The fireworks become the sea, and the sea becomes the fireworks.

Chu Huan's expression "The sea can never catch fire" was blurred, and in an instant, the precarious boat was surrounded by it.

To be burned alive in a boat, or to jump into the water and be swallowed by a shadow that opens its mouth?

That's a really good question.