General Zhang's gaze sank, and the thousand urges on his lips finally turned into a sigh: "Be careful!"
The soldiers' martial arts skills are low, and they are not familiar with the trap forest. Even if they follow in, they will not be of much help, and it may cause chaos. It is better to let Murong Xue go in alone. If there is any danger, she can use the fastest Speed out of the way, or get out!
"I know!" Murong Xue nodded, pulling Ouyang Shaochen into the forest of traps.
The forest is lined with tall trees, overgrown with weeds, branches and roots are intertwined, and it is very complicated. Murong Xue walked forward step by step, cautiously. It is obviously hot summer, but the forest is cold, there is no sunlight, and there is no There was a gust of wind, and the surrounding silence was somewhat penetrating...
"Ah!" An exclamation came to her ears, Murong Xue followed the sound, and saw Wuhen appearing seven or eight meters away out of thin air, a long and big gash was cut on the back of his hand, blood was bubbling out, bright red There was faint traces of black air in his blood...
Murong Xue's eyes froze, she stepped forward quickly, took out the detoxification powder, and sprinkled it on the back of his hand: "What's going on?"
"Accidentally hung on a branch, that's it." Wuhen said lightly.
Murong Xue coldly glanced at the lifeless trees, the branches and leaves, her pitch-black eyes narrowed slightly, the air was poisonous, and the branches and leaves of the plants were also poisonous: "This is a poisonous forest, be careful when walking , don't touch anything."
"En!" Wuhen nodded, strode forward, and continued to explore the road. After walking more than ten meters, his tall body sank suddenly, and half of his calf sank into the thick mud!
"As expected of the forest of traps, there are traps everywhere, making it impossible to guard against. Qingyan's 300,000 army, it is not wrong to be blocked!" Wuhen sighed in a low voice, and pulled his feet out forcefully. Thick silt rushed towards him layer by layer, submerging his knees in the blink of an eye...
Murong Xuexue narrowed her eyes slightly, and hurriedly walked over: "Wuhen, don't move around, the mud here is very special, the more you struggle, the deeper you will sink..."
Wuhen was startled, then stopped suddenly, looked up at Murong Xue: "Then what should we do?"
Murong Xue looked around, but didn't see anything suitable, she pulled out the soft sword from her waist with a 'swipe', and stretched it towards Wuhen: "Pinch the tip of the sword, I'll pull you up!"
"Okay!" Wuhen nodded, reaching out and pinching the tip of the sword.
Murong Xue was about to pull her hard, but she saw Ouyang Shaochen grabbed her wrist, pulled her hard, pulled Wuhen out of the mud in the blink of an eye, and threw it to the hard ground beside her.
Wuhen fell to the ground lightly, looking at the knee-high mud stained on the trousers, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching: "The mud here is really not ordinary!"
The moment he fell into the mud, the mud surrounded him heavily, clinging to him tightly, making him feel as if he was being entangled by the god of death, pulling him to the underworld bit by bit...
"This is not ordinary silt, but a swamp!" Murong Xue looked at the light green silt with dark eyes.
"Swamp? What is that?" Wuhen frowned in confusion.
"It's a very special kind of trap." Murong Xue said in a low voice, her cold eyes narrowed slightly: No wonder the soldiers of Qingyan entered here, but they never came back. , the important thing is that these hidden swamps, as long as they sink in, they will be dragged into the ground by the mud, and no one can leave here alive...
This forest has no dense black feather arrows, no hidden steel nail beds, and no hidden traps or traps, but it is more terrifying than those, because the swamp kills people silently, mysteriously, and weirdly, as long as they are contaminated with a little , you will lose your life here...
"Swish, swish, swish!" The quiet trees suddenly rushed towards Murong Xue, Ouyang Shaochen, and Wuhen, and separated the three of them in the blink of an eye. Branches and leaves spun quickly without wind, and drew towards her .
Murong Xuexue narrowed her eyes slightly, holding a soft sword, swiped it quickly, and mercilessly chopped off the branches and leaves that stretched out.
The branches and leaves are endless, one batch, and another batch, no matter how much they can't finish, Murong Xue frowned tightly, pointing her feet, soaring into the air, the soft sword in her hand viciously chopped down the tallest part of the tree. On that branch and leaf, there was only a "click", the long branch broke and fell to the ground, and the whole tree fell silent for an instant...
Murong Xue gently floated to the ground, secretly heaving a sigh of relief, looking at the towering trees, her eyes were as cold as ice: The traps set by the people in Southern Xinjiang are really mysterious, weird and different, Qingyan soldiers died In these strange traps, it is not too unjust...
Murong Xue looked around, and saw that the forest was empty, only she was left alone, Ouyang Shaochen, Wuhen, completely disappeared.
She frowned and called out loudly: "My son... Ouyang's son..."
There was silence in the air, and the answer to her was nothing but silence!
"Wuhen..." Murong Xue called out again.
The surrounding area is still silent, without any echo!
Murong Xue frowned tightly. When these trees came out, they scattered them. Ouyang Shaochen, Wuhen may have been far away from her...
With only one forest, you can create so many strange traps. The people of southern Xinjiang are really difficult to deal with. There are many traps here. It should be the hinterland of the forest, so it is not suitable to stay for a long time...
Murong Xue's gaze sank, she looked around carefully, and walked quickly in one direction.
After walking a certain distance, the fog in the air lightened slightly. The further we walked, the lighter the fog became. From dark gray at the beginning, it gradually turned to gray, light gray, tooth white, light white, and faintly pink…
How is this going
Murong Xue frowned in confusion, carefully avoided the swamps on the left and right, and walked slowly along the hard ground that was one foot wide in the middle...
"Come, come, drink, drink!" The high-pitched voice came to her ears, Murong Xue looked up, and saw a few Southern Xinjiang soldiers in armor sitting in the open space outside the forest, burning a fire and roasting Wild game, drinking and making fun of.
In the center of the open space stood three thin and long wooden pillars. Three Qingyan soldiers covered in mud were tied to the wooden pillars with their heads drooping, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.
A Southern Xinjiang soldier grabbed wild game, biting it with big thorns, glanced at the Qingyan soldiers whose life and death were unknown, and lowered his voice mysteriously: "It's rare to catch a living Qingyan soldier, do you want to play?" Have fun, have fun?"
"How to play?" The soldiers in Southern Xinjiang looked at him with twinkling eyes.
"It's very simple." The man gave a strange smile, put down the game, strode up to a Qingyan soldier, pulled out the dagger in his boots, and stabbed viciously at the man's shoulder...