Standing in front of the cliff, Zhao Ting took a deep breath with a solemn face, and the chill from his lungs made him sober up a lot.

Seeing where he is now, where does he not understand?

It's on!

After going around the mountains for so long, I have returned to the original starting point.

What's even more terrifying is that Fang Cai's illusion is so realistic, even if Zhao Ting has never let down his vigilance, he still doesn't know when he fell into the illusion.

Also, the "Zhao Si" in the illusion, from behavior, voice, to walking posture, is no different from the real Zhao Si, if it weren't for the last moment, Zhao Ting noticed a trace of abnormality, I am afraid that at this moment, he would have followed in the footsteps of those farmers who went to the mountain first, and fell to the bottom of the cliff and became a puddle of flesh.

Zhao Ting took a few steps back, away from the edge of the cliff, and touched his chin to think.

"It's a feeling, really...... It's so real, it seems that those farmers who strayed into Laomiao Mountain and disappeared are afraid that they have had the same experience as me," he thought to himself, "That skeleton that looks terrifying but actually has no combat power has only one function, which is to force the people who have fallen into the illusion to retreat step by step to the cliff." ”

Thinking of this, Zhao Ting couldn't help but exclaim: "Wonderful! What a wonderful killing technique." ”

"Hmm...... You have to find Zhao Si as soon as possible, if it's too late, I'm afraid that he will be more than lucky. ”

After making up his mind, Zhao Ting no longer hesitated, clenched the dragon tooth in his hand and strode down the narrow mountain road.

Every time he passed four or five trees, he carved a hook-like mark on the trunk with his dragon's fangs to prevent himself from falling into the illusion again.

After walking alone for a quarter of an hour, about halfway up the mountain, a sudden and frightened shout suddenly sounded in front of him.

Hearing this voice, Zhao Ting was secretly vigilant in his heart, and stopped to listen.

"Dad, mother, come and save the child......"

"Help...... You, don't come here...... Ah~"

It's Zhao Si's voice!

Zhao Ting hurriedly trotted towards the place where the voice came from.

I saw that Zhao Si was kneeling on the snow with his hands and feet, rolling and crawling, with a frightened expression, as if he wanted to stay away from him, the air?

And directly in front of him was a place of death.

The stream that flows down from the top of the mountain flows slowly from ravine to ravine, and the stream is rerouted here and flows down from the steep valley ravine, and judging by the splashing water that flows down, the height of this mountain wall must be at least four or five zhang.

If you step on the air and fall, you will die 100% safely, and there will be no disability or serious injury.

Seeing that Zhao Si was about to be on the edge of the cliff, Zhao Ting's face changed, and he hurriedly trotted towards him, shouting as he ran: "Si'er...... Wake up, wake up!"

Who knew that Zhao Si turned a deaf ear to his shouts, and still crawled forward as he should, as if he was in two different time and space from Zhao Ting.

At the last moment, Zhao Ting finally grabbed the hem of Zhao Si's clothes and pulled him tightly, so that he could not move forward in the slightest.

After being dragged by Zhao Ting, Zhao Si still did not give up "survival", and continued to struggle, so strong that Zhao Ting was almost unable to pull it.

"Mother...... Help me...... I'm frozen by a monster...... Come on, people......"

Looking at Zhao Si's crying appearance, Zhao Ting knew that just by yelling, he might not be able to break free from the illusion.

He didn't hesitate, stepped forward and kicked Zhao Si over, and then there were two crisp, loud big mouths.

"Smack, smack!"

Zhao Si's face quickly became red and swollen visibly with the naked eye.

After a while, Zhao Si, who was lying on his side on the snow, seemed to be awake, he looked at Zhao Ting suspiciously for a moment, rubbed his fat face and muttered, "Why does this monster still beat people?"

“......”

Zhao Ting glared at him angrily and said, "You are sober, your mother has been gone for ten years." ”

"Also, who's the monster?"

"Huh?" Hearing Zhao Ting's question, Zhao Si rubbed his eyes violently and asked with some uncertainty, "Son?"

Zhao Ting stretched out his hand and pulled him up from the ground and said, "It's me." ”

After confirming his identity, Zhao Si was so excited that he almost didn't cry, as if he had found the backbone of his heart all at once.

"Master, you don't know, the villain just saw it, you suddenly died, even the corpse was rotten in an instant, the whole person was stinky, and ...... And you're just chasing the villain, villain......"

Being cursed like this, Zhao Ting's face suddenly darkened: "Okay, okay, don't say it." ”

Zhao Si also sensed the inappropriateness in his words, and quickly held back the rest of the words and closed his mouth.

After a while, he looked at his surroundings and suddenly burst into a foul mouth: ", where is this?"

Seeing that he was less than a foot away from the steep cliff in front of him, cold sweat suddenly oozed from Zhao Si's forehead.

Obviously, he also realized something.

After a while, Zhao Si wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, turned his head to look at Zhao Ting, and said with palpitations: "Master, in this world, there may really be ghosts...... The villain didn't believe in this before, but he just ......"

"Okay," Zhao Ting patted him on the shoulder, showing comfort, "Let's go down the mountain." ”

"Then ...... second master?"

"You don't have to look for him, let's just get out of here quickly," Zhao Ting's expression was serious, "Anyway, it won't help him, don't become a burden to him at that time." ”

"Yes. ”

After leaving markers along the trees on both sides of the mountain road, the master and servant quickly returned along the mountain road from which they came.

......

......

At the foot of the Old Temple Mountain.

Stone Village.

Zhao Si pulled out two flaming red horses from the backyard of a farmhouse.

"Master, should we go back to Liuzhuang first, or wait for the second master?"

Zhao Ting stood at the gate of the courtyard, looking up at the mysterious mountain in front of him, halfway up the mountain, the clouds and mist were shrouded, and a group of black birds seemed to be startled by something, and they flew to another mountain in unison.

"Wait. ”

For another quarter of an hour, the horses tied to the stone pier outside the courtyard gate all snorted a little irritably, and circled around the stone pier.

It was getting dark.

Suddenly, a tall man appeared at the foot of the mountain, looking in the direction of the village.

Zhao Si's eyes were sharp, and he pointed to the front and said, "It's the second master, the second master is back." ”

......

However, with half a burnt incense, Zhao Tai had already come to the entrance of Stone Village, and his feet were extremely fast.

It's just that the black shirt he was wearing had been torn open several times of different sizes at this time. On the chest, there is an inch-deep four-finger claw mark, which is shocking.

Not only that, but the flesh and blood that turned outward from this wound seemed to be dark blue, and it seemed that the poisoning was not shallow.

Seeing that Zhao Ting had been staring intently at the claw marks on his chest, Zhao Tai threw the old yellow-skinned corpse that was the size of a calf and covered in gray-white fur that he was carrying upside down in his hand to the ground, and said indifferently: "Big brother, don't worry, I'm fine! ”

Zhao Ting saw that he was full of anger and spoke like a bell, and his heart was immediately relieved.

At this time, Zhao Si on the side also came up, carefully looked at the old yellow skin corpse that was thrown on the ground, and after a moment, he exclaimed: "Wow, what a big yellow skin, this is almost fine, right?"

"Uh...... Cheng Jing?" Zhao Si suddenly thought of something, and covered his mouth in shock.

Zhao Tai ignored him, but took out a jade-white long-necked small porcelain vase from his arms, handed it to Zhao Ting, and said, "Oh, what you want, big brother." ”

Zhao Ting stretched out his hand to take it and put it into his arms.

"Si'er, go and take your second master's horse out, and by the way, find another cloth bag, tie this old yellow skin to the horse, and bring it back to Liuzhuang. ”

"Okay!"

Seeing Zhao Si walking into the farmyard, Zhao Tai's face gradually sank, and he said in a low voice: "Brother, we are in trouble!"