As he got closer, he saw the man, who was about forty or fifty years old, with a forehead tattoo piled up like a Shar Pei, his face was black and red, stained with a lot of wet mud, and the red looked like blood, and his unkempt beard hung down in front of his neck, and there were some messy mud and sand debris on it.

The herring glanced at the position of his knife, and then moved a little bit at the man's movements, the man's knife kept pointing at the herring's nose, and changed direction as he moved, and when the herring stood still by the campfire, the man frowned, and the lines on his head became deeper

"Boy, what a human being?"

Qingyu didn't know how this person judged, or if there was something strange in this bonfire, he spread his hands and said innocently

"yes, you don't believe me either. ”

Only then did the man let out a long breath, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, faintly glowing in the light of the campfire. He sat cross-legged on the ground and put the knife into his arms, and then the herring fish saw clearly that this person still had a scabbard tied to his waist, but it looked shoddy, as if he had sewn it himself.

"Sit down. ”

The man casually patted his hand on the ground and motioned for the herring to sit down, but his eyes scanned vigilantly at the place where the herring came from.

"What do you call this big brother?"

Qingyu learned from him and sat on the ground obediently, and rushed at the knife in his hand, Qingyu didn't dare to be slacking off at this moment, not to mention that this person appeared in his own test a little strangely, Qingyu didn't know if he was tricked into the test by the illusion like himself, or a part of the test.

"Yang Wang"

The bearded man replied casually, and threw a few pieces of dry wood into the bonfire, and after he threw the firewood, he looked at the bonfire in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Brother Yang, my name is... ”

"Didn't ask what your name was, don't talk nonsense. ”

Qingyu was interrupted by Yang Wang before he finished speaking, he pursed his lips and asked tentatively

"Brother Yang, do you know what kind of place this is?"

"You were thrown in by that demon girl, and you don't know what place this is?"

Yang Wang squinted his eyes and skimmed the herring, pouted and shook his head

"It looks quite clever to ask such a stupid question. ”

You're stupid, you're still Shar-Pei!

Qingyu scolded a few words angrily, Yang Wang silently pulled out the knife and looked at it, and inserted it again, he looked at the bonfire, and turned his head to look at Qingyudao

"You really don't know about this place?"

The herring shook his head.

"Well, it looks like you're a fallen man too. ”

Yang Wang sighed lonely, groped in his arms for a long time, and took out a thin vine that was slightly thinner than his little finger, he folded off the length of his finger, hesitated for a moment, and threw it to Qingyudao with some reluctance on his face

"One?"

Qingyu hurriedly took it in his hand and looked at it, thanked him again and threw it back. This vine is like a withered loofah vine, with a lot of holes in the middle like a honeycomb, seeing the herring fish thrown back, Yang Wang happily took it, lit a bonfire and put it in his mouth and snorted hard, and then spit out a puff of green smoke

"Huh, I don't know what the name of this vine is, I haven't seen it for more than half a year, so that's all left. ”

Yang Wang explained to himself, squinted his eyes and took two more puffs, when the green smoke drifted to the face of the herring fish along the wind, it smelled similar to the smell of cigarettes in his nose, but it was much spicier.

Hearing him say that he hadn't seen him for more than half a year, Qingyu couldn't help frowning, the meaning of this sound, the man in front of him didn't know how long he had been in this forest. If you let yourself stay for half a year, then Mei'er and Qinglan...

Thinking of this, Qingyu couldn't help but feel a little anxious, he just wanted to ask carefully so that he could make plans early, but Yang Wang squinted his eyes and spoke

"Here, it's a test, but it's actually a ghost place. ”

As he spoke, he dropped the small piece of dead vine in his hand that burned to his fingertips, pulled out the knife with some indignation, gritted his teeth and waved it in his hand a few times to the sky, and muttered a dialect that Qingyu could not understand.

Anyway, looking at his look, Qingyu knew that it was never a good word. After Yang Wang finished venting, his shoulders collapsed, and he looked at the ground dejectedly

"It's been three years, and I haven't seen any bullshit Danfang! I've seen countless demons and ghosts! I'm afraid there is no Danfang here, it's simply a haunted house made by the butterfly demon!"

As he spoke, Yang Wang stood up, his whole body trembled a little uncontrollably, the green tendons of his hand holding the knife bulged, and when Qingyu saw him like this, he hurriedly and carefully stepped back a little, for fear that this man would go crazy and cut himself with a knife.

However, the demon ghost mentioned in his mouth attracted Qingyu's attention, and after the expression on Yang Wang's face eased a little, Qingyu asked carefully

"Brother Yang, what are the demons you are talking about?"

"Demons, of course, demons and ghosts. ”

Yang Wang seemed to have finished venting his emotions, he sat in the original position and took out another piece of unknown animal fur from his waist, and replied without raising his head while wiping the knife in his hand

"You don't understand it if you talk too much, you'll know when you see it. ”

Seeing that he didn't want to explain more, the herring hesitated for a moment and calmed down. After all, this place itself is weird, and it is only the first time to meet this man, Qingyu doesn't know the truth of his words, so he only makes up his mind to be careful and vigilant, and after dawn, he will go to find the so-called Danfang by himself, after all, he can wait, but Qinglan and they may not be able to wait.

Yang Wang rubbed it a few times, stretched out his fingers and tried the blade, as if he felt that the blade was a little blunt, he stood up and looked around, found a slightly flat stone and put it under his feet, and sharpened the knife on this stone.

The blade rubbed against the stone, and the herring subconsciously looked at his hands when he heard the sound.

"Why, you use a knife too?"

Yang Wang saw the action of the herring, and looked up curiously and asked, the herring nodded when he heard the words, but found that Yang Wang's face suddenly had a kind smile, this man didn't ask the age of the herring, nor did he ask about the herring's teacher, but when he asked about the knife, his words were a little more

"And what about your knife?"

"I don't know, it was gone when I was sent in. ”

Qingyu shook his head regretfully, his black blade must have been hidden by the dream.

"Idiot, how can you lose your own knife?"

Yang Wang glared at Qingyu with an angry look, raised the knife in front of his eyes, looked at it by the light, and took out the piece of fur and wiped it carefully.

The way he wiped the knife was like caressing a girl's ketone body, and the fur on his hand was clean and unpresentable, in stark contrast to the tattered clothes on his body.

"In these thousands of lifetimes of reincarnation, we are all sword-wielders. ”

The knife in Yang Wang's hand was polished, and he stared at the knife for a long time before carefully inserting it into the sheath and sighed

"Life under the knife, death under the knife, thousands of generations of death entanglement, how can you not be tempted, how can you not cherish your knife so much?"