As the vines faded away, An Chen and the old man slowly revealed themselves.
An Chen had bitten off a third of the old man's neck, and a lot of blood was gurgling out, his head tilted to one side, he had already died of anger.
Looking at An Chen, his eyes closed tightly, a piece of flesh dangling from his mouth, blood on his chin, and there was no sound. I was shocked, calling An Chen's name, and reaching out to sniff his nose.
No snort!
My heart sank, An Chen is dead
I couldn't believe that An Chen and the old man died together, and began to slap him on the face, shook his body, and yelled his name.
But at this moment, there were a few gunshots in the silent night, and the surrounding mandrills fled in all directions. I followed the gunshots and turned to look, but a few strong lights shone on my face, and I couldn’t see anything. .
The bright light made me dizzy for a while, but when I came back to my senses, I was buckled with my hands and my head was firmly pressed to the ground.
There was a noise and confusion in my ears, and I heard someone please say to another person in bad Chinese: "Mr. Mao, the old monster is dead, and his ghost tree has been found. I didn't expect it."
The old monster naturally refers to the old man just now.
I wanted to look up at the speaker, but I was punched several times by two people and told me not to move.
I miss the Ju Yin curse to resist, but I don't know why, but it has no effect at all. Instead, I feel an invisible pressure enveloped me, making me almost breathless.
Squinting, I saw the person who was pressing me with his knees, wearing a gourd around his waist, and there was a strange pattern of cinnabar on the gourd.
The gourd is a thing to ward off evil spirits. It seems that the Yin-gathering curse does not work. It is suppressed by the cinnabar gourd.
At this time, I heard Mr. Mao asking about my identity. The person who beat me said he didn't know, maybe he was with the old monster, otherwise he wouldn't show up here.
Mr. Mao let out an "Oh", said something lightly, then deal with it, then turned around and prepared to leave.
To deal with it, is to kill it naturally.
I was anxious in my heart and said hurriedly: "I and the old monster are not in the same group. We were fighting with him just now. The old monster was killed by my friend. If you don't believe it, you can watch it for yourself."
The man who was twisting my arm saw me talking and kicked me violently, letting
I shut up. But how I am willing to shut up and shut up is tantamount to tacitly agreeing with the old monsters, waiting for me to be "processed".
I endured the pain and continued to shout: "What I said is true. If you don't believe me, see for yourself."
Mr. Mao, who was about to leave, turned back and walked to my side and squatted down, then pinched my chin with his hand and looked at my face. The bright light shines on my face, and I can't see Mr. Mao's appearance, but I think he should be young, he is wearing very clean, and he still has an indescribable scent.
Mr. Mao asked in a deep voice, "You killed him?"
"Of course! But he took the initiative to attack us, we are in self-defense."
"Are you a practitioner?"
"I am not, but my friend is. Can you help me see if my friend is dead? If not, please save him."
Mr. Mao turned his head and looked not far away, and someone quickly walked over to check, only to see that the person flipped through An Chen and the old man, and then took a breath and said, "I didn't expect that your friend is still a ruthless character, and he actually brought the old monster to life. It was bitten to death. Huh? Isn't this An Chen who ran away." He turned his head to look here, and said, "Yes, Mr. Mao, An Chen is here."
Upon hearing this, I immediately fell into the abyss and looked at the figures around me. As expected, cloth headdresses were all tied to them. After that, they were the Jiaji people who had been chasing us! Even if they are not in the same group, they are definitely in the same group.
People are not as good as heaven, and we are actually in their hands again!
However, Mr. Mao's clothes are different from those of those people. He is dressed in a black Chinese tunic suit and a smooth haircut. Judging from their awe of Mr. Mao, Mr. Mao's status is definitely not low.
Mr. Mao immediately got up and walked over to take a look, and then a person ran from a distance and said: "Mr. Mao, the fruit on the old monster tree is still there, but it is partly less than the one seen last time.
"What?" Mr. Mao's tone immediately rose, and he was very dissatisfied.
The man lowered his head immediately, afraid to speak.
"How little?" Mr. Mao asked.
"Maybe the old monster ate it, or maybe..." Seeing Mr. Mao staring at him, the man hurriedly changed his words and said, "I will check now."
After speaking, the man walked away quickly, as if he was afraid that he would be eaten by Mr. Mao one step too late.
Checked
The old monster and the person from An Chen whispered to Mr. Mao, and they gave me a look. After listening, Mr. Mao couldn't help nodding, and then showed a meaningful smile. He turned around and walked to me and asked, "Do you know the origin of your friend?"
I immediately shook my head and said, "I don't know. I was lost in the mountains and just happened to run into it."
I said this to prevent them from doubting that they had escaped with An Chen. When I was locked up with An Chen, it was just an insignificant sacrifice. I just hope that no one will recognize me and simply think that I am a passerby.
At this time, An Chen was framed by two people and handcuffed. Putting on the handcuffs shows that An Chen is not dead, he is only in shock temporarily because of severe injuries.
It's just that we were really too sad, although we were caught by the Jiaji people accidentally, but after a long circle, we finally fell into their hands.
Seeing that I and An Chen didn't have a close friendship, Mr. Mao lost interest in me, let people look at me, and then walked towards the tree covered with stone rollers.
I was pulled up from the ground and still twisted my arms back. I didn't dare to resist, so I had to look at everything in front of me honestly.
These people are well-acted. Some are driving away the fleeing mandrills, some are in charge of vigilance, and others are pointing at the ghost tree and don't know what to say.
There were about two dozen of them, all of them expressionless, sturdy bodies, and all of them looked amazing.
After a while, I saw some people, under the command of Mr. Mao, start picking stone rollers from trees. At this time, An Chen didn't know where he was taken.
After about ten minutes, all the fruits on the tree were picked. A guy wearing ethnic costumes and a mask on his face began to dance around the tree, as if he was dancing a great god.
He jumped and sprinkled something to the east and put something to the west... But Mr. Mao looked at me from a distance, then said something to a person, and disappeared directly into the forest surrounded by the crowd.
I was not able to run at the order of Mr. Mao, and spoke to the person pressing me in Qiang language, and then I was blindfolded with a black cloth.
It was dark in front of me, and I was panicking and just about to struggle. The person who beat me before said: "Don't move! We won't kill you, don't make trouble."
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