It was only when he loosened his fingers that he felt a gust of wind blowing from the flat ground in front of him. After he frowned and swept away the white mist that was blowing from his face, he found that the half-paralyzed man on the two-wheeled vehicle had disappeared without a trace of the person and the car, and he no longer knew where the waves were going.
Xuan Min: "..."
This is both expected and unexpected.
He really didn't expect this evil obstacle to be honest, but he didn't expect it to stop like this.
Xue Xian walked on the wind, half pushing and half supporting the two-wheeled vehicle and moving forward. It's just that he is used to using the wind to support the dragon's body. He rarely holds a chair like this. He lost his sense of strength for a while, and just waved a two-wheeled wheelchair out of the momentum of the wind.
By the time he reacted, he had already passed through most of Wen Village, and he was only an inch away from the Thumb Mountain.
He slapped the armrest with a "smack", and the wooden wheels on both sides of the chair were pressed by gravity, sunk into the mud, and stopped.
"Don't you lose that bald donkey?" The evil barrier actually muttered with the face, and began to think about how to show Xuan Min a way. In fact, Xuanmin's copper coin skewer was in his hand, and this copper coin skewer could actually make a sound and lead the way. But at this time, he never thought of it at all.
Xue Xian glanced at the thick fog around him, and then looked at the little hill in front of him that was barely exposed from the fog, and had an idea.
His so-called "ingenuity" often deviates from ordinary people's understanding. After all, the last time this ancestor had an idea, in mid-air, a tail flicked into a man, and he threw the stone Zhang Lu 27 and others directly into the lake, and made a pot of human meat dumplings.
As for this time...
Xuan Min, who was immersed in the white fog of the barren village, swept around, followed Xue Xian's faint trace and lifted his foot, and strode in a certain direction. As a result, just after a few steps, he suddenly heard a burst of momentum. A mighty dragon roar.
Xuan Min raised his eyes in amazement, and saw a huge black dragon head popping out of the thick fog in front of him. He said aloud in his direction, "Here!" and then retracted with a "poof". In the fog, there was no sign of him anymore, and it was expected that his lower body was weak and could not hold up.
Xuanmin: "..."
However, Xue Xian's short-lived dragon body seemed to resonate with something in the mountains. The moment he retreated into the thick fog like a gopher, the ground of the entire barren village trembled slightly.
Chapter 53
Damn it, I've marinated Lao Tzu's bones in mud again!
Feeling the resonance of a part of his body is of course joy, but in addition to the joy, Xue Xian is still angry. It is estimated that few people in the world can understand this complicated feeling.
I had this feeling at the bottom of Tomb Tou Island earlier, and then I felt the same way in Shitou Zhang's courtyard... Until this time, Xue Xian couldn't sit still anymore. He also didn't intend to wait for Xuanmin, he had already pointed his head to the left and right, and he would not end up going wrong if he went straight to the top of Thumb Hill.
After thinking about it like this, he rolled the two-wheeled vehicle again and drove all the way with speed, but in the blink of an eye, he was already sitting beside the bent old ginkgo tree at the foot of Thumb Mountain.
The crowns of ordinary trees always face the sun, and even if the branches are bent in the middle, the crowns are still upwards. But this old ginkgo tree seems to be squatting to the ground, with its forehead squatting on its ankles, it is really a crown facing the ground, and it is also a great sight.
He had never seen that Thumb Hill before, except that he really couldn't find the water stream hanging down when he looked closely, and he couldn't see the other changes. But from the old ginkgo alone, you can tell that the crowns of the branches are bent toward the ground because the things in the ground attract it more than the thin sunlight under the thick fog.
If you want to know where Xue Xian's keel is buried, just look at which piece of ground the old ginkgo branch points to.
Xue Xian drove the two-wheeler and slowly moved to the muddy ground to the south of the old ginkgo tree. Not so tight, it has been loosened by people.
Even if the people who turned the soil at the time had already done a cover up, the difference can still be found if you look closely. What's more, as soon as Xue Xian got close to this place, the mud underground began to tremble slightly. Those who buried the bones only wanted to be buried in this haunted deserted village, so that no ordinary person would be full to dig, but they forgot to consider that one day they would be visited by respect.
Xue Xian sneered, raised his hand and grabbed his five fingers sharply, and there was something deep in the ground.