The yellow-haired boy was taken away, how could he have tried to correct the law? People hated him, and when they saw that no one was watching, they grabbed a knife and killed him at that time, saving him more trouble. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Chuanying happened to pass by here, and when he saw that a child was killed in the locality, he was angry and rescued him.

Those people didn't know who Chuanying was, so they let Chuanying escape at that time and organized people to chase after him again.

Chuanying ran from day to night, the bright moon hung high, and he entered the rugged mountain road.

But the boy had been killed and wounded, and followed the eagle into the mountain, and his breath became weaker and weaker all the way, and finally he was gone.

Seeing that he was dead, Chuan Ying could only abandon him on the side of the road. Chuanying entered the barren mountain by himself, heard the roar of the waterfall in the distance, and thought that he might as well take a temporary seat here.

At this time, the cold rain fell down, adding a sudden chill to the mountains and forests. The eagle overcomes obstacles and moves forward.

There are many snakes, insects and even tigers and leopards in this mountain, which is quite dangerous. However, the master of the eagle art is bold, but he is not afraid.

There is a spring flowing down from the mountain. The eagle went up along the spring, and the night was so dark that it was difficult to see the road clearly. If you are an ordinary person, walking in the mountains on such a rainy night, it is very likely that you will lose your footing and roll down if you are not careful. But Chuanying is a practitioner, even if he can't see things, he can rely on his hair to sense the flow of air and judge his own situation.

In fact, ordinary people will also make a stirring spirit, and when they blow up their hairs, their hairs stand up to improve the perception of the outside world.

And Chuanying can maintain this state for a long time if he practices well. He walked more and more lightly, like an eagle, really about to soar into the sky. The poisonous snake tried to attack the eagle and was cut down by him with a single blow.

After walking the tea effort, he crossed the mountain in front of him and reached a canyon.

The canyon was very large, and there was a waterfall that was a hundred feet long, and it fell into the deep pool, and the sound was deafening, and the water was huge.

Under the moonlight, the waterfall shimmered with silver light, like a river pouring into the sky, and the water vapor was dense.

Because of this water, the mountain has also added a bit of charm. When the eagle went there, he saw that there was a thatched hut behind the waterfall, and his heart suddenly became vigilant. Obviously, there are others who also have their eyes on this mountain to live.

Some kung fu has to be honed with the help of the power of nature. The so-called time and place are favorable.

Like some evil cultivations, it is necessary to kill children and men at a specific time in order to obtain energy. There is also kung fu, which should be assisted by extremely cold or extremely hot places. In this way, the kung fu practiced by the time of heaven and earth is achieved, and it will not be nameless. For example, the giant waterfall in front of you can be used to exercise palm skills, body skills and many other kung fu.

Martial arts is like sailing against the current. This waterfall is rushed down vigorously, and it is generally irresistible to manpower.

But if you face this vigorous adversity and stubbornly hold on, it will be like a boulder washed day and night, and you will still stand still, and you will surely be trained into a piece of King Kong.

With the right method and environment, you can help people to achieve great things. Of course, if the method is not right, it will also go crazy. I just don't know what the situation of the owner of this thatched hut is.

The eagle walked lightly and silently, like a leopard with pads on its paws, hiding in the shadows, slowly approaching the grass hut and looking around.

The heart is far away from itself. The people who can live in seclusion in this place must not be ordinary people.

Chuanying was also prepared with both hands, and if he was not defeated, he fled immediately.

He doesn't have to stay anywhere, anyway, there is only one life, and it is more important to save his life.

Gnosis ascended, and the eagle's feathers stood up, feeling the force of the wind, and other movements.

He didn't notice any movement in the hut. It's like there's no one living there. Chuan Ying didn't come closer, let alone enter.

Instead, he slowly retreated, out of the waterfall's confines. He intended to observe nearby.

If there is no movement by tomorrow, it is likely that the grass hut is no longer inhabited. He made another plan.

He reached a relatively dry rock corner, retracted into it, and used his internal force to dry his rain-soaked clothes, and breathe and rest. Suddenly, he felt something unusual.

When he opened his eyes, he saw an old man standing in front of him, holding a cane, and his expression seemed to be kind.

Chuan Ying was stunned. The old man kindly asked him, "Son, why don't you come in and sit down at the door of my house, but sleep here?" Be careful to get sick. ”

Chuan Ying looked at the mountain wall. This is in front of his door? Is he a mountain god?

The old man smiled, raised his hand, and pointed to the waterfall.

It turned out that he lived in a thatched hut. Chuanying was startled and wanted to run, but felt sore.

The old man said, "Look, it's really sick." ”

With his hand under the Chuan Ying, he lifted the Chuan Ying up. Chuanying's limbs were weak, so he could only move his mouth and ask him, "Where are you going to take me?" ”

The old man said, "Take you back to my house and give you a good night's care." ”

Chuan Ying couldn't believe it: "That's it? Are you so good to me? ”

"Of course, you have to pay the price." The old man replied, "I live alone and lonely, so listen to me tell me a story." ”

He said that in the past, his name was Lao Zhou, and he used to be a merchant, and he had always traveled from south to north, and when he came to a desert, he encountered a major event.

There was a big sandstorm. They gathered together twenty camels, and the men hid in the middle.

The wind blows so that people can't stand steadily, and where there are cracks in the sand, even the eyelids have to go in.

The caravan barely maintained its formation, but it could not stand on its feet, and staggered forward, when suddenly it saw a house.

It is a very strange thing to see a serious mansion in the desert, it is almost like a haunted.

The house was inhabited by a large family, with a courtyard and a front and back yard, but the houses were almost all broken and dilapidated. It's probably been abandoned for a long time.

It's deserted, but there's a light in the backyard house! It looks ghostly. Or is it someone else who is sheltering from the sand? But I don't know why I lit the lamp.

Lao Zhou and the others carefully followed the earthen wall into the front yard, divided the camels into two groups, and lay down under the earthen wall on the left and right, but when they heard the jingling of camel bells, no one came out in the backyard to ask them.

With the earth wall to shield it, the wind weakened a little, but it still blew the backyard lights and shadows, and it looked terrible. Lao Zhou set everyone up, and then put a horn in front of his mouth with both hands, and shouted to the back: "Our camel team is hiding from the sandstorm here and disturbing our friends." ”

He had shouted as hard as he could, but the wind was so strong that it drowned out his voice, and I wonder if the people inside heard it? In short, no one responded to him.

A man next to him spit out the sand in his mouth, looked up in horror, and said, "What's the matter?" What the hell? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the backyard went out silently, as if to verify his question. The wind gusted and sent chills down people's backs.

Lao Zhou was also very confused, knowing that there was an old Jianghu in the team, named Songming, so he asked his opinion.

Na Songming walked over, stroked the beard on his chin, and expressed his opinion: "There are no ghosts in this place." There was no grave or tree. I think it's fine. ”

The men asked, "What does this have to do with trees?" "I don't trust Songming very much.

Lao Zhou paid more attention to Song Ming's opinion: "Lao Song, there are really no ghosts here?" ”

Song Ming pondered for a while, and said solemnly: "I don't see it!" ”

A black man stretched out his hand and asked Song Ming, "Did you bring paper money?" Give me a few to buy a road. ”

Song Ming wondered: Didn't he say that there were no ghosts? What else did he buy?

But he soon understood that people didn't believe him. He sneered, but still took out a stack of paper money and handed it to the black man, and the black man went to the backyard to burn the money.

Lao Zhou squatted behind a camel with a yellow-faced man and smoked a dry cigarette. The yellow-faced man asked, "Mr. Song's vision doesn't know if it's accurate." If he doesn't see it well, we won't have to ......."

Lao Zhou snorted: "Have you really seen a ghost when you live so big?" If you want to have ghosts, maybe you're afraid of people! ”

The yellow-faced man disagreed: "Do you know what ghosts think?" Lao Zhou also slipped casually: "I don't know? Just become a ghost. ”

As he spoke, the wind became colder and colder, and the two of them shivered together.

After about half a bag of cigarettes, Lao Zhou felt that something was wrong and asked, "Where did Lao Hei go?" ”

The yellow-faced man thought for a moment and replied, "The ghost has taken it?" ”

He wanted to make a joke, but unfortunately he couldn't make people laugh. Only Matsuaki gloated: "He said that he burned the paper, probably because he was called away by a ghost." ”

Burning paper? I didn't smell the smoke either! It stands to reason that the black man can take a few steps back, and it won't go far, right?

Lao Zhou got up, pulled Song Ming, and said, "Come with me to find someone." ”

So saying, they went out into the back yard together. Only the yellow-faced man didn't go, took the cigarette case on the ground, and became comfortable again.

Lao Zhou and Song Ming walked a little behind him, and he didn't see anyone, but when he came back, he saw the yellow-faced man smoking, Lao Zhou kicked him, and shouted lazy bones, all look for someone!

They divided into several roads, Lao Zhou and Songming all the way, and also walked some houses in the backyard, and saw that they were all empty, and then came back. The camels were still there, but no one else had returned.

Lao Zhou and Song Ming sat back to back, thinking that they should be able to come back after a while. They were also tired, and sat down on the ground, and they were lost.

He had a dream, and he dreamed that the caravan had sold a lot of money and made a fortune, so he went to the kiln and wrapped two of the best-looking girls, and fooled around for a night, and was about to think of another idea to be merry, but a strong light shone on his eyes.

Lao Zhou suddenly opened his eyes and found that the storm had passed, the sun was dazzling, and the sky was bright.

He stood up in a daze and saw that there was no one next to him except camels, not even Songming. Behind him is not Songming, but an earthen wall.

How is this going on? Lao Zhou regained his senses, and his face changed greatly. He trembled and walked to the backyard again.

Although he didn't encounter anything that night, he always had some heart palpitations when he saw the shadows of the earthen wall, so he didn't go much. Now in the daylight, the wall is ordinary, and there is no longer the terrifying atmosphere of last night.

As Lao Zhou walked, he shouted the names of Song Ming, Hei Hanzi, and Huang Hanzi, but there was no response.

He kept walking and shouting between the broken walls and broken houses, and his heart became more and more unsound: how many big living people! No matter how big the house is, it's just such a place, how can you say that there is no none?

Again around a wall. Lao Zhou was about to continue shouting, when suddenly the sole of his foot stepped on a section of wood.

He might as well fall to the ground for a while, feeling unlucky, and looked down, but where was the wood? It was a bloodied arm. The blood had congealed into a black and red mess on the ground.

Follow the trail of blood until you reach the back of another wall. The ground where the blood stained passed was kicked into potholes, as if after a fierce struggle.

Look at the broken arm again, it was cut off from the shoulder, and it should be a sharp knife to cut so neatly.

Although Lao Zhou has also traveled to many places, how have he ever seen such a living severed hand? Plus the blood on the ground is horrible. Lao Zhou fought in two strands, and ran away when he turned around.

Hiding in a corner, he wondered: Could everyone else be killed? But why didn't you hear anything? Besides, Songming is with him, how can he not see him?

As he was thinking, he suddenly heard a faint moan, as if someone had been seriously injured.

Lao Zhou listened carefully and identified the direction, which was the end of the bloodstains.

He plucked up his courage and looked forward again along the bloodstains, and found a man lying there, it was Songming.

Song Ming was dying, one of his arms was cut off, covered with blood, already dry, and his mouth was still slightly open and closed, like a dying fish.

Lao Zhou rushed over, ignoring the pungent smell of blood, and shouted, "Sir! What's wrong with you? What about the others? ”

He wanted to pick up Songming, but he was afraid of blood, so he was in a hurry.

Half of Songming's face pressed to the ground, as if he wanted to make a sound. Lao Zhou went to listen, only to hear Song Ming's panting, and after a while, one word became clear: "Wine." ”

Lao Zhou ran back to the front, found the leather bag containing the wine from the camel, ran back, carefully lifted Song Ming's head, dusted the sand, and poured the wine into his mouth.

Song Ming suddenly straightened up and vomited like a cramp. It turned out that the wine had rushed the sand from his mouth to his throat, which not only did not make him comfortable, but made him even more uncomfortable.

When Song Ming finished vomiting, he lay back weakly. Lao Zhou tilted the kettle again and let him drink.

This time, he finally swallowed the wine one by one, drank enough, leaned against the corner and slowed down, barely able to speak: "Everyone was killed...... I used sweat medicine. ”

Lao Zhou was stunned and asked, "Who killed them?" ”

Song Mingsha raised his throat and said, "I don't know, I don't know where I come and go...... Alas, lift me to the camel first! Let's go first. ”

Lao Zhou nodded, looking at the sky, the sun was shining.

What a murderous weather! He gently let go of his hand, letting Song Ming slide back into the corner.

Song Ming was dizzy and felt that something was wrong, so he hissed, "That's not wine?" ”

Lao Zhou stayed away and said to him, "Why should I find wine for a murderer? ”

It was Songming himself who got up and killed others after Lao Zhou fell asleep.

But during the fight, he was also cut off by others. If Lao Zhou is not mistaken, the other corpses will not be far away. Matsumei didn't have the strength to drag them that far. They should be right behind this short wall.

And the potholes on the ground were not caused by the fight, but Songming wanted to bury them and destroy their bodies. It's a pity that I didn't have enough energy to complete it all. (To be continued.) )