Midnight, riverbed, cemetery, evil spirits, ruined temples, the scary atmosphere created by a few props was suddenly broken up by a group of benches running around, and the atmosphere became downright weird. Www,QuANbEn-XiAoShUo,CoM
As soon as the bench appeared, it was like someone suddenly threw a lead ball into the fish tank. The boundless evil was swimming wildly under the ground, ready to choose people to eat. It was like a school of frightened fish that suddenly exploded. It no longer cared about Wen Leyang and this group of people. The brother who didn't say it or didn't do it fell to the ground with his hands and feet tied up. After he stood up, he was a little confused.
Only Wen Leyang could feel the movement of the group of evil spirits underground. They were not frightened away, but the bloodthirsty piranhas discovered new and more delicious delicacies. They exploded and scattered, scrambling to attack those few. Only the benches swarmed away!
There is a small doll tied to the bench.
The remaining dead characters fell to the ground one after another, and Wen Leyang yelled: "Don't stop, ancient temple!" He kept jumping under his feet, picking up the gaps in the underground and settling down, leading the last survivor to go crazy. Rushing towards the ancient temple, another pair of dead characters and centipedes accidentally stepped into the undercurrent of evil. Before dying, he struggled to throw the centipede in his arms to Wen Bu Shu, and he turned into a mummy in the blink of an eye.
The bench could not hold on for too long. Under the pursuit of Yin evil spirits, the frame collapsed and fell into pieces. Wen Leyang and his party seized the last moment and ran towards the ancient temple!
The last bench collapsed with an unpleasant hiss, and the evil spirit gathered again and rushed towards the survivors.
The ruined temple was getting closer and closer, standing desolately in the dim moonlight.
The sound of horse hooves did not stop. After the first bench was swallowed up, three or four more ran out, but their movements were a little slower than the first batch, and they were much less attractive to the zombies. The corpses scattered in all directions, and some chased the bench. , and some simply chased the survivors.
After Wen Leyang withstood several Yin evil attacks in a row, his blood and energy were boiling all over his body, and he felt unspeakably uncomfortable. His breathing gradually continued, and the pores on his body gradually loosened, and he no longer had the strength to tighten. The temple was broken, but he still had it. There is a distance of three to five meters, but the evil spirit is so close. Maybe after the next blink of an eye, it will never be opened again.
The Yin evil once again gathered into a torrent, and was about to engulf the survivors. Suddenly, seven or eight long black vines coiled out from the ruined temple, quickly wrapping around the few remaining people and pulling them towards the temple!
A dead character has just been raised. His whole body was shaken suddenly. The sinister gray color climbed up his body at the same time. There was a faint sigh in the temple. The long vine swallowed. Throw him to the ground...
Wen Leyang fell heavily to the cold ground. Pepper and don't do it. And one last centipede. It fell beside him in a mess. There was a silent roar outside. A bone-chilling wind angrily swept into the ancient temple. But Yin Sha never came in.
Last place to survive. There were only five people.
Wen Buzuo hadn't opened his eyes yet. He opened his mouth first: "Let me tell you. In the nightmare, I was strangled to death by Fujiko..." As he said that, he suddenly remembered that he was still haunted by Fujiko. He jumped up with a strange cry. He hurriedly untied the vines from his body.
Wen Bu said he carefully placed the Luo family disciple in his arms flat. Quickly walked to Wen Leyang's side. Together with Pepper, they struggled to lift him up.
Wen Leyang took a few deep breaths. My whole body relaxed. Start looking around. The ruined temple site is quite large. But it twisted strangely. Just like when it was first built. Treated as plasticine by the terrifying giant. Twisted hard.
Rows of arm-thick torches were hung on the wall, barely illuminating the surroundings. Five or six Miao people with their heads wrapped in green cloth were standing or sitting, most of them pale, without any blood, and breathing weakly.
A bright-eyed baby, about six or seven years old, walked towards Wen Leyang with admiration on his face. His accent was weird, but he spoke as crisply as fried beans: "Don't worry, it's okay. Things outside You can't get in... You're so capable, those things rushed at you, you're still okay..." Before he could finish speaking, he was caught by a Miao man behind him, preventing him from getting close to Wen Leyang.
Little Pepper fell into the temple. He was relieved at first, but when he saw the green crops in front of him, he immediately became nervous. There was a faint hostility in his eyes, and he blocked Wen Leyang behind him.
An old young man turned his head and spoke in Miao language for a long time.
Wen Buzuo immediately walked to Wen Leyang's side and whispered to the translator: "Han dogs are ruthless. You have to save others even if everyone is injured. I don't know if you have attracted jackals."
Some weak laughter came from behind several young people, and a woman said in fluent Chinese: "Uncle, they understand the Miao language. They are a group of people who will never give up, and they are quite bloody."
The old Miao man snorted and said nothing.
Only then did Wen Leyang see a woman in her early forties, leaning against a pillar and guarding a brazier that was about to go out, right behind the old man.
The Miao girl stood up reluctantly with the help of a tribesman, and gave Wen Leyang and others a friendly smile: "Who are you?" The Miao girl's appearance is ordinary, there is nothing outstanding about her, her eyes are not big, and her mouth is not too small. , but there was a hint of sweet intimacy between the smiles, which made Wen Leyang feel very comfortable.
Wen Buzuo winked at Wen Leyang to signal him to stop talking, changed the subject and asked: "Are you sick? I will see a doctor..."
Qingmiaowa shook her head: "It's not that Er Niang is sick, it's because I released those bamboo horses and dolls to save you, which hurt my vitality."
Only then did Wen Leyang know that the scientific name of the bench was Zhumaliu. If Xiao Yi had been here, they would have stopped shouting at the bench, which was embarrassing.
Mu Mu rushed to ask: "Those boards... Zhumaliu, were you the ones you put there a few days ago?" Wen Leyang also took out the green cloth strip collected from the corpses of a swarm of bees from his pocket and handed it over.
Qingmiao Baby nodded proudly: "Of course it's us. Er Niang couldn't bear to see you go into the mountains to die, so she sent Zhuma Liu to warn you, but you still plunged in. By the third day, a swarm of bees had already targeted you. Er Niang has no choice but to show you a way out."
Sancun Ding Wen suddenly said without saying anything: "This is a bullshit way to survive! It's a dead end." The last few brothers of the Death Name were trapped here. Except for his heartless brother, anyone would be sad. .
Miao Nu shook her head, with a faint sweet smile still hanging on her lips, not caring at all about San Cun Ding's harsh words: "In the woods, no matter how you run except here, you will just go in circles and you won't survive. Once you enter the river bed, you will still be there. There is a glimmer of hope.”
Wen Leyang also understood that if this group of young people wanted to harm them, there was no need to go to such trouble and just throw them in the cemetery and ignore them. He smiled back at Miao Nu: "How did you know we were here? "
The smiles of Miao Nu and Wen Leyang complemented each other, making the atmosphere in the ruined temple much warmer: "If a stranger comes in, I will know it. But I can only see it, not hear it." As he said that, he stretched out his hand and sprinkled it into the brazier. Something, the green flame extinguished in a flash, and the light smoke lingered, condensing into a simple landscape shape, which looked like the jungle Wen Leyang walked into. After a while, the light smoke gradually dissipated.
Miao Nu coughed twice weakly, leaning her weight on the shoulders of a stout woman next to her: "Can you tell me now, who are you?"
Wen Leyang nodded: "Wen Leyang, a disciple of the Wen family in Jiuding Mountain in Western Sichuan, was ordered by the patriarch to deliver a message to Qingmiao Dalonggen."
Mu Mu also followed Wen Leyang and reported his family name: "Crow Ridge in southern Sichuan, a disciple of the inner chamber of the Luo family, Luo... Luo... a disciple of the inner chamber."
Wen Leyang burst into laughter and glanced at Miss Luo Wangfu with a smile.
Qingmiao Baby looked puzzled and stared at them with bright eyes: "Have your parents given me a letter? I don't know them." (Quanben Novel Network www.QuANbEn-XiAoShUo.com)