The black baboon did not speak, *xshuotxt/com

Why don't you ask me? Saffron's voice was muffled and painful. Why don't you ask me, why can an ordinary teenager in his teens escape for so long with you on his back? Why do you use martial arts? Why does the flute spit out a piercing sharpness?

"Don't ask." After a while, the black baboon whispered. No need to ask, no need to know. Because in the boy's singing, there is burning the light and heat that he has also had.

That kind of singing only belongs to a teenager of that age.

Tears of saffron suddenly flowed.

The hair was lightly raised, and the cold and eerie scythe suddenly slashed out from behind the crocus.

"Ding!" Saffron swung her flute with her backhand, pointed it at the edge of the scythe, and leaped forward with her strength. As soon as he landed, he kicked on his toes again, opened a distance of more than ten meters in an instant, and disappeared into the bushes. The demon did not advance but retreated, and its body merged into a long waving hair. The next moment, he pounced out of another long hair and intercepted the crocus head-on.

"Dangdang!" The flute and the sickle exchanged dozens of blows in a row, and the saffron let out a loud shout, and the black and white source power was entangled into two black and white giant snakes, which spiraled up and rushed out along the flute blade.

"Peng!" The scythe was struck by the flute, and the sharp blade sank downward, through the gap, straight into the demon's chest.

The flute blade was drawn, and the evil ghost "pounced" and fell, turning into a thick black hair when it landed, dancing strangely. It wasn't long before the demon's figure resurfaced and swung its scythe at the saffron.

If it goes on like this, sooner or later it will be dragged to death. The crocus turned around and counterattacked, the flute flashed rapidly, dancing into a dense shadow, and the source power of the black and white giant snake rotated out a mysterious spiral force. The demon shook and swirled as if drunk.

Saffron took advantage of the situation to run away, took out a bottle of alchemy recovery potion, and swallowed it. Dense hair bushes on all sides allow evil spirits to be reborn infinitely. Find a way to rush out, only then can you survive.

However, no matter how far he ran, this sea of long hair seemed to never end.

A drop of hot liquid splashed on his neck, and the saffron turned her head to glance, and the black baboon was covering her mouth, purple and black blood spilling through her fingers.

"Uncle!" Saffron cried out miserably.

The black baboon did not answer, and when he looked closely, he was already unconscious.

Saffron's hand trembled violently. He suddenly understood that he was fighting and jumping all the way, causing the uncle's internal organs on his back to concuss, and poisonous injuries to burst out. was afraid that the young man would be distracted, so the uncle held back and didn't snort.

"There's nothing uglier than living."

"Not true. There's nothing more magnificent than living. ”

Saffron laughed with tears in her eyes. He seemed to be back in the middle of the night, holding the score in his arms, plucking the strings, and hearing his uncle say, "Those people used to like my songs so much, but in a blink of an eye, I was nothing." ”

He trembled and reached into his arms, what a horse thief, what an assassination plan, the boy put it all aside. None of this matters in the loneliest darkness.

Only the harmonious voices of each other sang softly.

"I'm not going to go the wrong way." He grabbed the antidote and used all his strength.

Suddenly his hands stopped trembling.

Gordon is lost in the endless mire.

No matter where he paddled, he couldn't find an exit.

Gordon's physical strength was running out little by little, and hunger was like a growing beast, devouring his stomach sac. These days, he has been starving, and now he can't get through it anymore.

The vision gradually blurred, and the person became drowsy. "I'm hungry. Really hungry. In a trance, he repeatedly heard whispers in his ear.

Whose voice is it? Is it my own?

"Okay—" Gordon couldn't help but speak, instinctively sensing the danger, and suddenly stopped, a cold sweat oozing from his back. He pulled out the fiery dagger and stabbed his forearm, the stinging pain bringing temporary lucidity.

If you say "I'm hungry", will I be assimilated into this quagmire and become one of the countless corpses? Did those corpses travel long distances into ghost towns, just like him, who lost water and starved?

How do you get out of here?

The saffron stopped, standing in place, its diagonally drooping flute protecting the black baboon.

The black baboon lay flat behind him, breathing slowly. After taking the antidote and a few tubes of alchemy, black? The baboon improved, its face was no longer so pale, and the blood that oozed from it turned bright red.

Saffron evened out her breath and waited silently for the evil spirit. It was useless to run around and hide, his alchemy potion was also used up, and the black baboon couldn't withstand the violent toss. Only by figuring out the weaknesses of the evil spirits in the fight can we find life.

The heart and body are one, the fire in the stone. For the first time, the red-haired boy experienced the essence of combat.

"Dang!" Flutes and knives collide and burst out of shining sparks.

The demon leapt out of the hair bushes directly opposite, and the scythe swept it, whipping up a shrill wind. The crocus flute struck in the middle of the scythe, which was not easily stressed, and the scythe swung away. Saffron quickly stretched out her legs, hooked the demon's dangling robes, and flicked her toes.

The demon stumbled over the hem of his robe and slipped to the ground. The flute struck the demon in the heart with lightning speed. "Bang!" The demon's head exploded, and his entire body turned into a long hair again.

Saffron took a deep breath and waited in place, the demon slowly appearing in her vision.

"Dangdang!" The scythe slashes out, and it is fiercely entangled with the flute blade. After a series of offensive and defensive transitions, the demon is hit in the crotch by the flute, and the flute blade is cut in half from the bottom up.

Dozens of seconds later, the ghost's hideous face resurfaced from the bushes......

The other party's heart, throat, head, ****, armpits, and **** are not fatal, and the saffron is waving the flute and blocking the sickle while thinking about countermeasures.

"Bang dang!" The sickle slashed the flute again, and the flute was hit frequently, and the flute body could not bear the strength, and it broke and shattered. The crocus slammed its palm, and the shards rolled towards the demon. He untied the bronze harp at his waist, and the strings were suddenly straightened, flashing with a sharp cold light.

A flash of light flashed through his mind. Odd! Why didn't the demons attack the uncle?

Although he fought fiercely with the demons, he still managed to keep some strength in case the demons attacked and killed the black baboon. But until now, the evil spirits have never done anything to the black baboon.

With a flick of the strings, the crocus leaped to the side, deliberately distancing itself from the black baboon. As expected, the scythe followed, slashing straight at Saffron's back, instead oblivious to the approaching black baboon.

The crocus spun on tiptoe and changed direction, and the demon also turned, and the two sides were getting farther and farther away from the black baboon.

Why do demons only chase themselves? How is the difference between myself and my uncle? Saffron's gaze swept over the black baboon and caught a glimpse of his striking, large, bald head.

Bareheaded! Hair bushes! Saffron's heart jumped, and the demon swung its scythe at it, its eggshell-like head smooth and hairless.

With a "poof", the strings passed through the shadows of the knives and pierced into the eyebrows of the evil ghost, and the evil ghost stiffened and died. Immediately afterward, a short dagger spat out of the neck and slashed through the top of the crocus's head. A large handful of red hair fell, and the boy suddenly turned into a bald head.

Moments later, the demon leaped out into the bush. But this time it was carrying a scythe, and looked around blankly, as if it couldn't see the saffron on the other side.

It turns out that evil spirits only hunt down people with hair. The saffron touched her smooth scalp, picked up the black baboon, and gradually walked away.

The harmony of each other began to sing softly in my heart again. It wasn't long before he saw the end of the bush.