After desperately trying to run to the depths of the pine wood forest, when he turned around, he saw that the dome was covered with a layer of black mist, moving above the dense branches and leaves. The screams of gods and witches resounded from all over the woods, faintly passing along the gaps in the leaves, making people tremble with fear. They did not dare to use their swords, for fear of colliding head-on with moths. The branches of the toon wood are lush and leafy, the roots are spreading and knotting together, and there is a little hiding place under the trunk.
There was a scream in front of him, and another witch was killed. Moths enter the body, and it will not take a moment to become a biting witch corpse. They immediately turned around and ran for half an hour, Qi Yin couldn't move at all, lying on the ground panting. Fu Lan climbed up the tree and looked out. There was a swamp to the north, and the four sides were quiet and quiet. There was no one shadow, and there was no danger for the time being. Fu Lan climbed down and said, "Have a rest for half a stick of incense, we have to keep moving."
Qi Yin said: "No, we can't keep running like this! We'll be exhausted. I bet these moths are flying around here and buzzing, and they must be trying to make the witches run around and run around. When they get tired, they come down and eat everyone up. These moths are sure to become sperm!"
"It's the old monster who is fine, he is controlling these moths!" said the black cat.
"We have to find a place to hide," Qi Yin said, "Do you remember the witch we met during the day? It took almost an afternoon to walk from the temple to where they were killed. They ran so far and died. , it's useless to run out, just hide,"
"It's useless to hide." Fu Lan shook his head gently.
Qi Yin was stunned, not knowing why. The black cat sighed and said, "Because the gods and witches are extinct, Xiao Yin."
With a shudder in her heart, Qi Yin suddenly understood. The gods and witches of the Bashan Temple are ancestors, or the ancestors of one hundred in a hundred. Could they be more stupid than him? Feilian Massacre Temple, whether they were hiding or escaping, they must have tried every means of survival, but they still disappeared without a trace, and none of them escaped.
"We may be able to go back to the temple." The black cat flashed, "The most dangerous place is the safest place. The witches have all gone out to chase the witches. The temple must be empty now, just like when we first came here. ."
Qi Yin immediately rejected the proposal, "The old monster is still there, stay with him, I'd rather stay with Moth."
"The most dangerous place is the safest place?" Fu Lan asked.
"It's just a cliché," Qi Yin rubbed her face, "don't believe it, brother."
"There is a very dangerous place, maybe you can go." Fu Lan said.
"Where?" the black cat asked.
"Qianqiu Da Chun."
"Qianqiu Dachun?" Qi Yin's face was full of doubts, "Tree? It sounds like a bullshit. After living for so long, it should be the ancestor in the tree. How dangerous, does it eat people?"
"I don't know if it can eat people or not," said the black cat. "I and I have never seen a live one. Outside the moon mirror, it has been completely petrified. It is the oldest toon tree in Bashan. It is said to have lived for thousands of years. It is as high as a tower, and its roots are all under the ground in a radius of ten miles. It is recorded in the ancient books of the temple that the Great God Bailu once played a game and accidentally cut his heel by a stone. Infiltrating into the roots of the tree, Da Chun has aura."
"Isn't that supposed to be a divine tree?" Qi Yin asked, "Is the wish not working? Let's go make a wish, and wish the old monster to find a pretty wife and give birth to a litter of babies soon, and give up any idea of resurrecting the white deer. "
"Don't interrupt," the black cat patted his head with its paws, "We have found a lot of bones around it, both human and demon. These bones all appeared near its roots without exception. The old man guessed that it was a witch. Sacrifice the big toon as a sacred tree, and sacrifice a lot of monsters and animals to it. But your brother doesn't think so."
"The bones are too scattered." Fu Lan squatted on the ground to pick mushrooms, "Sacrifices usually have selected locations, and sacrifice live animals at fixed places. But their bones are everywhere, it's very strange. It's like... "
"Once you get close to Da Chun, you will die." Qi Yin murmured.
"Are you going?" Fu Lan asked, "It may still be alive now."
"I'm afraid it won't be our turn to make a decision." The black cat's voice just fell, and there was a whispering whisper not far away. A large leaf was shaken and rustling, mixed with the whispering in the sky, which made people tremble. Yoyo gets cold. The shrill screams of countless witches cut through the night sky, and it sounded like a group of hidden witches had been discovered by the moths.
"Brother, lead the way!" Qi Yin stood up.
Fu Lan put away a pocket of small mushrooms in confusion, "I don't know the way."
Qi Yin was stunned, "Isn't this where you grew up?"
"You ask him to lead the way, and he will lead you into the ditch!" The black cat patted his head, "Every time a fool enters the forest, it takes three to five days to come out. At first, the old man thought he was looking for treasures in it, but later I know that this fellow has lost his way and took a fork in the road! Come on, follow the old man. Although it is very different from the forest outside, the terrain is basically similar, the old man knows the way!" The black cat's eyes glowed like two ghosts, and he carefully identified the Discerning, "Go north!"
Just as he was about to leave, there were footsteps in front of him, and shadows of human heads appeared in the white moonlight. At first glance, the crowd was so crowded that it was impossible to count the number. Qi Yin froze and asked in a low voice, "Damn, is this a witch or a corpse?"
"It's not a good thing to meet anyone, even if you meet a witch, your brother's aura is so similar to that of the old monster, and he will be arrested as his son." The black cat was sweating coldly.
"Then I still have a similar breath to Bai Lu," Qi Yin said, "I will pretend to be Bai Lu's son once and ask them to let us go!"
Fu Lan put the small mushroom into the Qiankun bag, sealed it, and said, "Xiao Yin, hold your breath."
Before Qi Yin could ask any questions, Fu Lan pushed him into the swamp. The quagmire surrounded him on all sides, and his nose was full of the nauseating stench of mud. He sank uncontrollably, a suction under his feet pulling him down. An unnamed fear grabbed his heart, Qi Yin panicked and wanted to call Fu Lan, but opened his mouth, the sticky mud like a snake, digging straight into his mouth. The quagmire was not over the top, and a heart in the cavity seemed to sink into the still water, and almost stopped beating. At this moment, a hand grabbed the back of his neck and lifted him directly. He scratched with both hands, and finally grabbed Fu Lan's waist.
After wiping his face, he finally opened his eyes, only to see that Fu Lan also looked like a clay figurine. The black cat squatted on top of his head, and as long as he didn't open his eyes, he seemed to be invisible in the dark. Qi Yin wanted to cough, but Fu Lan covered his mouth, swallowing all the mud in his mouth.
"Don't move." Fu Lan whispered.
He was carried by Fu Lan and even stopped sinking. Miscellaneous footsteps passed by his ears, and the wandering witches and wizards had already walked in front of them, all of them stiff and walking like dead bodies. They seemed to know that there was a swamp here, and they all bypassed the edge, as well as Qi Yin, Fu Lan, and Black Cat. Qi Yin's heart almost stopped beating, these witch corpses passed by his head, the silver bracelets on their ankles flashed a deserted light, and a knife cut on his eyelids.
He finally knew why Fu Lan pushed him into the swamp. The swamp could hide his breath, and the mud sticking to his face could hide his figure. The night was dark, and the witches could not find them. The quagmire is dangerous, and the witch corpse will not enter the quagmire. But this kid's behavior was so irritating, he didn't explain a word, and pushed him directly. He thought this kid was going to murder the weaker brother. Thinking back carefully, this guy's temperament is like this, and it is also in the temple, throwing him into the sky like a chicken.
Thanks to Qi Yin's good temperament, it's time to be angry now. He twisted Fu Lan's waist under his hand, and Fu Lan froze immediately, staring blankly at him in the swamp.
Taking a look, Qi Yin glared at him. Fu Lan's face was full of mud, and a pair of dark pupils blinked, looking very confused.
Suddenly, Qi Yin's ankle tightened, as if a greasy hand grabbed him underneath. Qi Yin was startled, but the corpse was still passing by, so he didn't dare to make a sound. The hand pulled down, Qi Yin slowly sank, and after a while, the mud fell from his chin to under his mouth.
"Something is pulling my foot!" Qi Yin mouthed to Fu Lan.
Fu Lan frowned and lifted him up. The collar, which was almost broken, was completely torn, and Qi Yin sank a lot in an instant. The sound of torn clothes sounded abruptly in the silent forest, and all the witch corpses turned their heads and stared at the two people in the center of the swamp.
Qi Yin's heart trembled, from head to toe cold.
All the witch corpses staggered around and stretched out their hands to them. There were trembling arms all around the swamp, like stiff branches, a kind of strange horror. Some witch corpses were not afraid of hardships and even walked in. As soon as he entered the swamp, he couldn't move, but he still stretched his arms to reach Qi Yin and Fu Lan.
The black cat cried out in a collapsed way: "Dude, Xiaoyin, think of a way!"
"Something is pulling my foot!" Qi Yin yelled.
Fu Lan took out the knife, and the bone-cutting knife went around in a circle, like lightning obscuring the night, and the corpse's arm crashed into the swamp. Qi Yin also wielded his sword, and Gui Mo went down to cut off the hand holding his foot. When the foot was loosened, Qi Yin knew that it was cut off, and immediately heaved a sigh of relief. The next moment, another hand grabbed his ankle. Qi Yin was about to go crazy and shouted: "God, there is more than one person below!"
"Is it a ghost that died in the swamp?" the black cat cried. "It's like a water ghost. It pulls when it sees it. After drowning, it turns into a water ghost like them!"
"Don't care, fuck him! When I get to the Palace of the King of Hell, I will bite the King of Hell into a water ghost!" Qi Yin roared, killing her heart abruptly, and Gui Mei went down again, regardless of the 3721, under the swamp He was messing around and messing around, and he didn't even know how many ghosts he was beheaded.
The bottom suddenly trembled, as if angered by him, the swamp trembled, and countless hands below clinged to their bodies, the hands were cold and greasy, like a corpse that had been soaked for a long time, with a bone-piercing coldness.
The next moment, the two were dragged down at the same time. The swamp drowned the top of the head in an instant, and the vision was pitch black. In the chaos, Fu Lan hugged him tightly, in a familiar protective posture. His head and face were buried in his arms, and the back of his head was also protected. Countless hands dragged them into the dark depths, as if going to the other side of the netherworld. Small fish gushed out of Fu Lan and formed a tidal wave of blue fish. In the turbulent mud flow, only the cyan school of fish was glowing.
In the infinite silence, Fu Lan's little fish whispered to him: "Brother, don't be afraid."
Fear is too much, but my heart is calm. Qi Yin actually began to think wildly, he thought that if they died here, they would be two bones hugging in the future. When he was a child, he heard that a couple buried together was unearthed in a tomb somewhere, and they hugged each other tightly. How many pedestrians have walked on that land, chariots and horses ran over the wet ruts, and no one knew that they embraced forever in the silent underground.
And this nameless swamp will be his and Fulan's graves, and in the next thousand years, before their bones also rot into powder, they will solidify here, like iron statues, hugging like this until the swamp Dry, until the world grows old, until the torrent of years is unstoppable and comes to an end.
Brother, Qi Yin closed his eyes and said in his heart, I love you, I am not afraid.