Chapter 52

The road in southern Xinjiang is indeed not so easy to walk, and under its seemingly calm appearance, there is actually a greater crisis hidden. The name of the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Sen Luohai is not just a description of the vastness of this endless forest in southern Xinjiang.

Brush!

A dark shadow sprang out of the bushes, so fast that when a man saw him, he could only see its shadow. Its shadow had a faint dull yellow color and brown markings, and as it passed by, it could smell a faint rancid smell mixed with the smell of blood. The taste comes from its mouth.

This is a leopard, it hunts travelers in the forests of southern Xinjiang, as long as the slightest carelessness, it will not even have a chance to relax, and it will die in the mouth of this hunter chasing the wind.

The leopard flew down on the group in front of it, and one of the skinny men had become his target. Just as it staggered past the man, an accident happened. Its teeth did not touch the man's skin, but in that confrontation, the leopard had a flower on its body, but it was only a small wound.

Just when it was about to kick back again and launch the next attack, it found that a wound about three centimeters wide on the hind leg just now was bleeding like a column, and a pillar of blood the thickness of the little finger was flowing outward, but after a while, the golden leopard's eyes were full of gold stars, and in just a moment, such a small wound actually lost nearly one-third of its blood.

It looked up at the little man in astonishment, and an instinctive fear rose in his eyes, except that it was not the man who was weak enough to bite to death with a single bite, but the long scythe in the man's hand that had seriously injured it.

The handle of this sickle is two meters long, the blade is in the shape of a crescent, and the blade resembles the beak of a crow, hanging from the end of the long handle. And the whole scythe was a faint black, as if even the moonlight was about to be sucked into the scythe, so deep and dark.

The leopard took two steps back in fear, only to find that his legs and feet were no longer listening. One is the breath from the sickle, and the other is that it has lost too much blood and is no longer able to support its body.

This seems to be the scythe of death, the scythe dragged the ground, and the blood shed by the golden leopard was automatically sucked into by the scythe, and the black blade gradually emitted a faint red halo. It's still a blood-drinking scythe.

The scythe easily slashed the leopard's neck, and the leopard only felt that all the blood in his body was taken away with his life when the hilt of the knife slashed through his neck.

The blood-soaked Blood Crow Scythe grew darker and deeper. The little man Chen Ziyu looked at the blood-drinking sickle in his hand, and sighed in his heart that the ghost craftsman Teng Yuhu was indeed worthy of his reputation, such an excellent sickle, he would never be able to achieve it in his life. The scythe seemed to be alive, and it was entirely its own work to claim the life and blood of the golden leopard. Thinking that the money leopard died like a dried corpse, Chen Ziyu felt scared when he thought about it.

"What a good knife!" Ye Chuan said sincerely, his eyes shining with starlight.

Teng Yuhu just looked at it and turned around, and after some thought, Teng Yuhu took the sickle in Chen Ziyu's hand, and with a turn of his wrist, he saw a pool of blood flowing from the end of the sickle. When Chen Ziyu saw this scene, he almost didn't throw up.

The big man Li Du walked out, and there was a hundred pounds of sledgehammer on his shoulder, so that his footprints were three points deeper than others, but as if he didn't feel the weight on his shoulders, he lifted the corpse of the leopard and said:

"It's a good thing, if you don't bring it, it's really not good and it can be used as a meal. ”

Obviously, he used this leopard as a ration, and Teng Yuhu groaned:

"In this Senluo Sea, a little smell of blood can constantly attract wild beasts, and although food is also important, it is not as good as destroying an enemy man, right?"

Everyone looked at him suspiciously, only to see Teng Yuhu dragging the blood crow sickle, five hundred meters outside the corpse of the golden leopard, drawing a large circle, and there was almost no smell of blood in the center. In fact, the blood of the golden leopard is far more than expected, and more than a third of the blood stored in the blood crow is still left when all this is done.

"Just use it as bait and let the guys add some fertilizer to the forest. After Teng Yuhu finished speaking, everyone understood that he was going to use the leopard's corpse as bait, and that circle of blood was to attract the beasts in the forest on a larger scale. And the carcass of the leopard in it, according to the urine nature of the group, will definitely be searched carefully, and by that time, the beasts of the forest will almost be attracted to it, and even if they can't kill one or two of them at that time, they will be able to cause them some trouble.

On the next road, some beasts were attracted one after another, but they were difficult to defeat the Horcruxes of Teng Yuhu and others. The Demon Ape fist was in the hands of a partner, like a real Demon Ape resurrected, a pair of huge arms invulnerable, strong muscles containing explosive power, just a slap, can slap the beast into a pulp.

The Elephant Hammer was even more violent, cracking the ground into a crater more than two meters wide with a single blow, and no creature could keep its shape intact under this blow. Li Du designed this Horcrux based on his huge body and strong muscles, although it was not at all comparable to the two Horcruxes of Teng Yuhu in terms of color, but the destructive fighting style made up for these shortcomings.

The corpses on the road were gradually increasing, and the smell of blood was getting stronger, and the area seemed to have become a hunting ground for wild beasts, and countless wild beasts followed the smell in the air, some even from miles away.

At first the hunters thought it was just a stupid trick, how could they be afraid of these beasts, but later on, their eyes changed, and the constant influx of beasts made them wonder if they had encountered a tide of beasts or a great migration. The beasts that are constantly gathering are already a little overwhelmed.

As the battle progressed, more and more beast blood was stained on their bodies, and they also discovered that after being contaminated with these beast blood, those tide beasts had taken them as targets, and after the baptism of wave after wave of beast tides, each of them was more or less injured.

It wasn't until they found a stream and removed all the smell of blood from their bodies that they barely got out of the animal pen. Even though the world began to change and various forces emerged one after another, human beings were still too small in the face of the forces of nature.

"Team leader, I found that a member was seriously injured and died after rescue efforts failed!"

Walking out of the stream, they found that there were heavy casualties, one of the hunters died because of serious injuries, and the leader of the hunting group, Zhou Dun, pinched the long sword in his hand, frantically chopped the branches around him, and when his mood stabilized, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Ghost craftsman, I want you and those traitors to pay!"