The old woman is proud of her cleverness and proud of the flawless communication system that she has been constantly polishing. It is said that mother and son are connected, and at the critical moment, the most heartfelt is still their son.

She closed her eyes, adjusted her breathing, and recalled the mantra and mental method of "Turtle Breath Divine Skill" in her mind.

This so-called "magic skill" was learned by her from an "old monk" who practiced in the morning. As for health and fitness, it is not the core purpose, the most important thing is in the "business", which can bring her a lot of help.

At this moment, she was waiting with joy for the next moment.

came, but it wasn't the 1 million she wanted.

But••••••

The picture flashed, and suddenly I felt a burning feeling.

The heat was unbearable, and beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down.

His mouth was as dry as chewing quicklime, and his throat was almost full of smoke, and it felt like he was roasting in the desert on a sunny day.

"Hey, the place where I was lying just now was obviously in the shade of a tree, why was it so hot all of a sudden?" the old woman wondered in her heart, and couldn't help muttering.

"Huh, why can't you hear them talking? What about this man? What are you doing here? Is it because you're going to go for yourself?" the old woman was still fantasizing, hoping that her son would be able to extort an extra sum of money this time.

The feeling of baking heat is becoming more and more cruel, and it keeps coming to the face.

Especially on the back, you can almost hear the sound ••••••of frying oil as if you have been soldered with a soldering iron.

"Hell, why is it so hot all of a sudden?"

"Is this fucking treating my old woman like a Brazilian barbecue?"

"Where's the dead boy?"

"Why is it so procrastinating to do something, it's been grinding and chirping for a long time. If you don't hurry up, the old lady will really become a skewer!"

The old woman shouted in her heart, but she was still "very dedicated" to perform. It's just that she is still silently praying in her heart, hoping that her son can help her end this state soon.

"Hoo ••••••"

A burnt smell came. There was a huge amount of heat on the back, as if it had baked the clothes on the back. Oil had begun to bubble up from her muscles, and the oil that had come out with a "sizzling ••••••" sound was heated by the copper plate and began to fry the skin on her back.

There is a unique feeling of giving back to the other in the other way.

It's more like frying a 3-ripe super large steak.

The old woman gritted her teeth and kept reminding herself: "Hold on a little longer, and it will be fine in no time." Hold on a little longer, for the sake of 1 million, I have to •••••• hold on a little more ••••••••••••"

"1 million ••••••! worth ••••••"

The old woman felt that she was trembling uncontrollably, and her newly yang soul seemed to be slowly peeling away with the feeling of drowsiness in her head.

"Am I going to die again?"

"Dead boy, hurry up, your mother can't hold it anymore••••••"

The old woman gritted her teeth in extreme torment, looking forward to the last fight.

For 1 million, she, who has died once, fought hard••••••

Suddenly, I felt a tremor in my back, like an earthquake.

Then I heard the sound of "woo-la-la•••••• woo-la-la••••••" ghost crying wolf howl.

I felt as if it was a ••••••blazing wind coming from the ground.

The temperature in the surrounding area is getting hotter.

The thin oxygen seemed to be evaporated.

Dizziness, dizziness, palpitations, and chest tightness kept coming, accompanied by thin air, and suddenly I felt extremely out of breath. Her proud "Turtle Breath Dafa" has now become a great burden, and if she doesn't adjust her breathing rate, it is estimated that she will "braid" every minute.

"What should I do?"

The old woman struggled to choose. If you increase your respiratory rate a little, you won't be exposed, right?

Besides, I couldn't hear their conversation.

It is estimated that the son must have dragged the woman to a farther place to negotiate the price!

I'm going to increase my breathing rate a little bit and I'm sure I'll have no problem.

The old woman encouraged herself with luck.

"Surviving is the most important ••••••"

For some reason, the old woman's mind suddenly flashed through this thought.

The sound of the ghost crying wolf •••••• "Woo la la•••••• woo la la" is getting closer and closer, and the accompanying earthquake is getting more and more violent, like a landslide and a crack.

"Ah••••••h

"Ah••••••h

Screaming, ghosting, dragging long notes.

A terrifying feeling of falling flashed through my mind.

"Plop ••••••"

A sensation of a large mass of hard objects falling into liquid.

"Hoohoo ••••••"

The red flame flames rose to the sensation of a fierce flame.

The old woman's tense nerves suddenly came with an instinct that death had arrived, a subtle and straightforward sixth sense that told her that something was wrong.

Something is very wrong.

I am in extraordinary danger.

I can't care so much, take a gamble!

He opened his eyes like a ghost.

It's okay not to look at it, but when you look at it, it completely collapses.

Where did she lie, where was the pavement under the shadow of the trees?

It is clearly a 50-centimeter-wide bridge deck.

How long is the bridge? I don't know, the front is not the head, the back is not the end.

50 meters below the bridge is a blazing ocean. The fiery red, viscous, bubbling hot lava that emitted a rich smell of sulfur.

The smell of sulfur in the canyon was so strong that she was dizzy.

The viscous liquid boiled violently, and flames five or six feet high continued to emerge, scorching the copper bridge deck.

The places on the bridge deck that were burned by the fire were fiery red, and the places that were not licked by the tongues of fire were extremely hot, although not red.

It feels like a "cannon branding" made by Emperor Xin, the king of Shang.

It's just that the cannon brand of the king of Shang is a copper pillar, and the one in front of him is a copper plate.

Oh, so let's call it copper plate barbecue!

It's still charcoal-grilled!

And those who make the sound of "woo la•••••• woo lala•••••• are some naked, cloaked, rotten, severed limbs, like zombie-like "ghosts".

The "ghosts" were huge in number, and they ran from one end of the bridge as if they were "running for their lives".

As he ran, he looked behind in a panic. Feeling that there was a huge "terror" behind him, he swarmed to this long, "cannon-branded" single-plank bridge.

The "ghosts" squeezed and pushed each other, and some of them were scalded by the red bridge deck. Accidentally, he fell into the deep red flames, making a "ah••••••ah••••••ah•••••• sound, and then a burst of blazing flames rose.

The "ghost thing" that had just fallen was instantly surrounded by fire.

Some are directly vaporized.

Some were burned directly.

Some were still tumbling in the viscous and boiling lava, and in a short time they were boiled away.

When the old woman looked at the bottom of the bridge, she gasped and shivered like chaff.

Looking at the crowded bridge again, those "ghosts" are getting closer and closer. Accumulate, more and more.

The nearest one was less than 20 meters away from her.

And these "ghosts" are very scary, without any sympathy or love. As long as you are in your way, you will either be knocked off the bridge or pushed off the bridge by others.

As long as they fall, these "ghost things" will turn into nothingness, and there is no possibility of survival.

"Damn•••••• scared me to death!!"

When the old woman, who was already afraid of heights, saw this scene, she immediately realized that she was in a very dangerous situation, and she got up and ran towards the opposite shore.

Step on it.

"••••••"

"Whoa••••••"

The soles of her feet were like stepping on red-hot charcoal, and the intense burning sensation was immediately transmitted to her whole body.

Put away the foot that stepped out, and wanted to take a small step, when suddenly there was a strong wind ••••••under the bridge, and he blew himself upside down, fell heavily on the copper plate, rolled twice, turned to the edge of the copper plate, and hung most of his body under the copper plate.

On the line between life and death, the strong desire to survive made her hold on to the other side of the copper plate, and kept shouting in her mouth, "Help•••••• help••••••

However, the ghosts screamed, and none of the "ghosts" who roared away threw mercy and rescue hands at her, and they all rushed desperately in the other direction of the bridge.

The running of a group of "ghosts" caused a huge shaking of the bridge deck, which made the old woman hanging on the bridge even more unstable.

I tried hard several times to climb up, but helplessly, the cross wind at the bottom of the bridge was too strong, and my body was like a kite hanging on the bridge deck, fluttering with the wind.

It was a blessing that she hadn't fallen, and she wanted to wait until the wind was a little lighter before trying.

At this moment, the "army of ghosts" in the gallop came like a raging flood.

The "ghosts" rushed over, as if they didn't even see her.

Some stomped on her hands fiercely.

Some stepped on her back.

Some were unlucky enough to trip over her, fall, and instantly turn into a humanoid fireball.

There were also a few "ghosts" who fell down and had excellent luck and grabbed the old woman's clothes, pants, and legs.

Not to mention that his hands and body are being scorched by copper plates, and his hands and body are constantly being stepped on by ghosts. The increasing number of "ghosts" hanging on her body alone frightened her and made her heavier and heavier.

The rotting corpse-like creatures still grabbed her clothes, thighs, and pants, and used them as rope ladders, and kept climbing up.

One of them was a "ghost" who was holding at the waistband of his pants, and as soon as he tried to climb up and poked his head out, he didn't know that he had been kicked off by the running "ghost".

With a muffled thud, he fell.

And the "ghost" who kicked his head was not much better, and fell together without accident.

The old woman was so frightened that she shuddered, and before she could understand it deeply, suddenly another one fell.

It's just that this "ghost thing" was very lucky, and grabbed the old woman's collar.