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In the maze of the jungle, there are towering strange trees standing one after another, the sunlight cannot penetrate, and the chirping of the birds and monsters is very abrupt in the quiet forest. This place is the maze forest of Jianran Kingdom and Beihan Kingdom.

When Han Qing and his group came to take the official road, they had to go through "Jianran Country", but now the road Han Qing took to go back was a remote road around the border of Jianran Country, and they had to pass through the maze jungle on the way.

The Lost Forest is also known as the Dead Forest. It is full of swamps, and there are many venomous beasts. Ten people who enter it will die nine times. Most people dare not enter it easily.

The Jianran Kingdom was established by the Han people who usurped power. Because they hated the Hu people and were not recognized by the orthodox Muyun, they were isolated among the nations.

Although the country is small, its geographical location is very important. It is located in the hinterland of the Central Plains, and it is connected to the seven countries.

One of the main reasons why Jianran Kingdom, as the buffer country of various countries, has survived among the Seven Kingdoms is because of its superior geographical location, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Jianran Kingdom borders Beihan Kingdom on the west, obstructed by cliffs, borders Muyun on the east and south, obstructed by high mountains and dangerous currents, and borders Ancient Jin Kingdom on the north, obstructed by high mountains.

Han Qing's trip is to go around the south, intending to go through the maze jungle and return to Chang'an, the capital of Beihan.

"Gah..." The unknown strange birds suddenly swooped down and attacked Han Qing.

Han Qing swiftly took off the cloak, and the black cloak spun a few times in the air, and the strange bird was snatched up as quickly as possible.

Seeing the black cloak, Han Qing was knocked out of a strange state by the unscrupulous bird monsters constantly struggling. He swung it towards the tree trunk next to it and smashed it hard, but there was no movement inside immediately.

Han Qing's thin lips curled up, and he snorted unkindly: "Hmph, even a few broken birds want to bully me, so I'll roast you later."

Fan Moya was awakened by the sharp screams of some strange birds. He heard Han Qing's scolding voice in a daze. He got his head out of the sack, looked up and saw Han Qing's slender eyes, aiming at him condescendingly.

"Oh, I finally woke up. If you don't wake up, I'm going to throw you here to feed the bugs." Han Qing hung the cloak wrapped in birds around the horse's neck, and covered his face with white gauze. Said unhappily.

With the help of Han Qing, Fan Moya crawled out of the sack, stood up and rubbed his swollen temples, and moved his sore legs and feet.

Then, looking around the jungle shrouded in mist, he asked in confusion, "How many days have I been in a coma? Where is this?"

"You are old, you have been in a coma for three days. This is a maze jungle." Han Qing tied the horse to the tree trunk nearby, took out dry food from the horse's belly, stuffed it into his arms, and said angrily.

Holding the dry food in his hand, Fan Moya turned his head to look at Han Qing as if he had eaten fireworks, wondering who made him so angry.

"Sooner or later, I will set fire to this ghostly place." Han Qing pulled out a few sticks of firewood from his horse and threw them on the ground. The air is even less as soon as it comes out.

"Why are you standing there, come and help."

Fan Moya silently put away the dry food he had just eaten, stuffed it into his bosom, endured the hunger, and obediently stepped forward to help.

With his help, Han Qing quickly set up a fire, and raised his hands to disembowel several broken birds, plucked their feathers, and roasted them on the fire. Looking at the calm flames, his irritable temper finally calmed down.

"Come and sit here." Holding a branch in his hand, Han Qing patted Fan Moya on the back who was squatting to sprinkle insect repellent powder, beckoning him to come and sit down.

Fan Moya put away the porcelain bottle, took out his handkerchief, wiped his fingers, lifted his robe, and sat down gracefully and dignifiedly in front of Han Qing.

Han Qing drew a circle on the ground with the branch in his hand, and explained: "You and I are now in the maze jungle in the south of Jianran country, and we have entered the middle of the jungle, which is also the most dangerous place.

Let me tell you another bad news, after the sun goes down, the fog in the forest will get bigger and bigger, I've lost my way, and I don't have enough food. "

After hearing what he said, Fan Moya couldn't help but frowned, and asked, "Why don't you follow the official path?"

Han Qing stood up, turned the bird carcass on the fire, sprinkled some salt on it, turned her head and cracked her white teeth and said, "It works."

"There are a lot of poisons in this place, so it's not a place where ordinary people come." Fan Moya took out a horn comb and said, tidying up his long hair in an orderly manner.

"What a coincidence, I'm not an ordinary person." Han Qing smiled as he watched Fan Moya straighten his hair.

"What a coincidence, I'm not an ordinary person." Fan Moya put away the comb and smiled peacefully.

Seeing the peaceful smile on his face, Han Qing couldn't help but tremble in his heart. He still remembered the scene of Fan Moya drenched in blood that day, holding up his sharp sword, massacring the old, weak, women and children in Chongshenglou, with severed limbs all over the floor.

This man is truly a demon from hell.

"Why did you kill those innocent old and weak women and children in anger?" Han Qing squeezed the short knife that cut the bird horizontally in his hand, and asked sharply with his long eyes.

"Because it's a sinful place." Fan Moya said extremely calmly.

"I think you are obliterating your own crimes." Han Qing pulled off the scarf abruptly, turned around and reprimanded unkindly.

"I'm freeing them, and I'm also freeing myself." Fan Moya approached Han Qing, took out the plaster box in his arms, picked out the plaster and applied it on the swelling on Han Qing's face that was bitten by mosquitoes.

"They are living well, there is no need for your relief." Han Qing frowned, blocked Fan Moya's hand that extended again, and said disgustedly.

"Chongsheng Building is a place of filth and depravity. Ordinary ordinary people, how could they choose that place to live in. This place is mostly a temporary hiding place for criminals and absconding people, and a place where dirty flesh and blood businesses gather.

Every night in the Underground City Colosseum, there is a scene of outlaws killing each other.Most of the people who participated in the beast fighting were rich people, and some of their money was clean.

Criminals, because they couldn't afford the expensive rent, were forced to participate in life-and-death wrestling, and if they won a game, they could live for free for a month.After you die, Chongsheng Building is also very rich, and will pay for your burial.

People without legs and feet who want to live in Chongsheng Building can take over the flesh and blood business, and share part of the money they earn with Chongsheng Building in exchange for living qualifications.

Those who are old and ugly can't fight or take over business. If they want to live in Chongsheng Building, they have to work as the dirtiest and tiredest guys and earn enough money to stay. "

Fan Moya closed the ointment box carved with lotus patterns, put it in his arms, and said with a smile.

Han Qing knew that he was right, but the relatives of those criminals were innocent.

"Hmph, you're just doing the public good for personal gain. I look down on you killing innocent people indiscriminately." Han Qingjun said displeasedly with a look of contempt on his face.

"People are born with sinful bodies, and they come to this world with blood from their wombs. They do good, but they just atone for the sins of the previous life."

Fan Moya made a lotus with one hand on his brow, and tapped his right chest lightly, made a sign of the cross, clasped his hands together and closed his eyes, and said calmly.

"Your Black Lotus Sect is a cult religion that deceives the public with lies. You can only absorb knowledge from everywhere. One day, the world will destroy it."

Han Qing listened to what he was talking about, and he was angry, and said angrily.

"Good and evil are nothing more than a human thought, and have nothing to do with religion." Fan Moya said peacefully.

"I don't care what you do to kill them, anyway, I saved you, and you owe me your life." Han Qing was held back by his attitude, and said arbitrarily, inserting the dagger in his hand into the rabbit meat.

"I wanted to die, but you stopped me and saved my life. This is God's will, and I will repay you for this kindness." Fan Moya replied.

"You're just comforting yourself. There are so many false reasons for killing someone. It's tiring." Han Qing walked to a vine tree not far away, took off his pants with Fan Moya on his back and said.

"Don't move." Fan Moya pressed his shoulder from behind and whispered in his ear.

"Fan Moya, what are you doing!" Han Qing immediately became angry when he saw his sword aimed at her.

"Don't talk, dodge with my sword later." Fan Moya said peacefully, with a hint of tension in his words, and Han Qing also expected that the situation might be tricky.

It was too late at that time, but it was fast now, a red shadow jumped down fiercely, and Fan Moya's shuriken immediately moved in response, shaking with the red shadow.

Han Qing stepped back and took a closer look, and found that it was a child in red clothes, with golden eyes, who was no taller than his knees.

"Han Qing blows your ancient xun." Fan Moya said anxiously.

"Woooo..." Han Qing immediately took off the bone xun and blew a few notes. The child in red froze and looked at him curiously.

Fan Moya immediately took advantage of the situation, untied the amethyst bead from his wrist, and restrained the child's neck.

The child immediately neighed, making a sharp sound that could not be produced by humans.

"Han Qing, use a knife to split open its sky cap." Fan Moya commanded.

Han Qing pulled out the short knife at his waist, cutting off the child's head as if cutting a watermelon. A golden-eyed red snake with the thickness of a thumb came out of the child's Tianling cover uneasily.

This snake is different from ordinary snakes. There are two slender golden lines on the side of its body, and a diamond-shaped golden logo on its forehead.

Fan Moya murmured a spell, bit his own finger, and flung the blood to its forehead, and the snake gradually became immobile.

After Fan Moya finished everything, his complexion was pale and he was dripping with cold sweat.

Han Qing had seen a scene where a child's brain had come out of a snake, and he grabbed Fan Moya's clothes in fear, and asked in a trembling voice, "What's going on?"

"The child was bewitched by someone. His brain had been eaten away by the snake long ago, leaving an empty shell. He was completely manipulated by the snake. Judging by the size of the snake, it has been raised in the child's body for two years."

Fan Moya let out a sigh of relief, regardless of the little chubby red snake, walked to the edge of the tree, saw a black withered bone leaning on the tree, holding a red cloth bundle in his arms, and looked at the clothes as a man of a foreign race.

Fan Moya carefully opened it with his sword, revealing a book, a picture and some silver inside the cloth around the outside.

Han Qing grabbed Fan Moya's shoulder, peeked out from behind him, and asked curiously, "What's written on that book?"

Fan Moya picked apart the pages of the book with his sword, and flipped through the pages one by one, until finally a relaxed smile appeared on his thin lips.

Fan Moya used his sword again to open the piece of paper, on which a map was drawn.

"Han Qing fed that snake with your blood." Fan Moya said suddenly.

"Why?" Han Qing looked away from the map, and looked at him suspiciously with long eyes.

"This is a golden Gu. It is immortal. It cannot enter with swords, guns, water or fire. Only the blood of people born in the cloudy year and the moon and the sun can subdue this snake." Fan Moya held a sword flower in his hand, and put the book and The blueprint was destroyed, and he put the long sword back into the scabbard and said.

"Will there be any harm in subduing him?" Han Qing glanced at the golden-eyed and red-bodied snake and said fearfully.

"It's not harmful, as long as you feed it blood for the first time." Fan Moya looked at Han Qing who was holding his arm tightly, and said with a peaceful smile.

"En." Han Qing just cut his finger with a knife, and approached the snake, and the snake immediately engulfed his finger, willingly sucking blood.

Han Qing took a step back in fright, Fan Moya hugged his waist and said, "Don't be afraid." Then, he cut open his finger, and the snake immediately took Fan Moya's finger in its mouth and sucked two mouthfuls of blood.

After the snake finished sucking the blood, it became docile, let go of its sharp mouth, and looked at Han Qing and Fan Moya affectionately.

"Didn't you say that only my blood can subdue it, what are you feeding blood for?" Han Qing asked puzzled.

"Because I need your blood as a primer to subdue it." Fan Moya took back the amethyst bead and said as a matter of course.

Han Qing just wanted to vomit blood wildly, feeling that he was the cannon fodder for Fan Moya to subdue the gu snake.

"What was written on the map?" Han Qing glanced at it, then circled back to the golden-eyed red snake on the child's head, shivering, and asked next to Fan Moya.

"A safe way out of the maze jungle..."

Han Qing's eyes lit up immediately, and there was nowhere to look after stepping on the iron shoes, and it took no effort to get it.