Dad's clothes were tattered, many cuts had been cut, and many places had been stained red with blood, and he walked into the courtyard with a bloodless face with a head with a tin helmet in one hand and a rusty quaint short sword in the other. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing that his steps were messy, I must have been unable to support him, so I hurriedly stepped forward to help him and led him into the bungalow.

"Brother Dongyuan, what's wrong with you? How...... Why are you still twisting a human head? Uncle Liu's eyes widened in surprise, obviously he didn't expect my father to be so cruel.

Although Yu Aiting has seen countless dead people, she has never encountered this situation, so she didn't dare to ask more, so she took a dry towel to help my dad wipe his wet hair, but her eyes kept paying attention to the human head in his hand, and it could be seen that she was also shocked by this.

Dad threw the head to Uncle Liu, Uncle Liu stood up and flashed to the side, and the head with the helmet fell to the ground with a 'bang' and rolled to the side with a grunt.

At this time, the lower part of the human head faced me, I took a closer look, and immediately felt that something was wrong, and when I picked it up, I saw that this was actually an ancient bronze soldier's helmet, and the helmet contained a stone-like human head, which weighed at least twenty or thirty pounds in my hand, and the neck was cut off by a sword, and the fracture was relatively neat, and the strange thing was that there was a white vertebrae in the middle of the neck.

Yu Aiting also saw the unusualness of this head, and said with a sigh: "This human head is like a mannequin watered with magma, but why is there a real cervical vertebrae embedded in the middle?" ”

Uncle Liu's face changed, and he grabbed his father's arm and said, "Brother Dongyuan, where did you find this thing?" ”

Dad threw the short sword to the ground and said while roasting the fire: "Just near the place where I met the wild boar last night, this thing is really evil, it almost killed me!" ”

After I asked again and again, my father slowly told me what had happened, and it was like this.

Last night, Dad was originally following the back of the team, and suddenly felt someone patting him on the shoulder, he looked back, and saw nothing, just a matter of a moment, and when he turned back again, it was already pitch black in front of him, how could there be a shadow of the team?

He shouted loudly, but there was no response for a long time, and finally understood that he had encountered a ghost hitting the wall.

He had experience in surviving in the jungle, and he naturally knew that when he encountered this kind of thing, he should not walk around, just rest in place, but he was always worried about a few of us, so he tried to find us.

After a while, he seemed to hear me calling him, and he hurried forward, and suddenly he felt a hard push from behind him, and he fell to the ground with an unsteady center of gravity, and then rolled down a steep slope at a rapid pace.

Now he knew that what he had just heard was a hallucination, and that the ghost had lured him here to make him fall to his death or crash to his death. He curled up, his head in one hand, and the grass clutched at the steep slope with the other, slowing the rate of his tumbling down a little.

He didn't know how many times he was knocked by the stone and stake, and he almost fell apart, but fortunately he didn't have to worry about his life, and when he just stopped, he felt the wind blowing on his head, and he habitually rolled to the side without looking.

At this moment, a huge rock "boomed" and smashed on the grass beside him, and he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, if he was a little slower, he would definitely be smashed into a puddle of flesh.

Before he could come back to his senses, he heard a strange noise around him, and he immediately rolled around in alarm, and heard the sound of metal and rock colliding.

A string of sparks flickered in the night, then returned to darkness again, and for a moment, he seemed to see a tall armored warrior slashing at a rock with a short sword.

Dad's cold sweat immediately soaked his back, he never expected to encounter such a bizarre thing, he knew that this was not an illusion, the other party gave him the feeling that it was real, but who would dress like this to assassinate himself? And how can humans see themselves in the dark night of thick fog?

A series of questions swirled in my father's mind, and when I thought about it, his movements were not slow at all, he rolled on the ground a few times in a row, and casually touched a big rock and slammed it back.

With Dad's strength, if this stone fell on a normal person, it would really be bearable, only to hear a metal impact sound, you can be sure that it has hit the armored samurai, Dad touched a few stones casually, and continuously smashed at the other party, he expected that the other party could not pull away for a while to attack him, so he got up from the ground during the throwing of stones, and kicked his foot violently in a small circle, and the soles of his feet suddenly seemed to be kicked on the stone slab, and the pain was a little numb.

"Boom" There was a muffled sound, and it could be judged by the sound that the other party must have been kicked down, and my father didn't dare to hesitate, holding a stone weighing three or four pounds and rushing forward, smashing his head and face under him, and the sound of 'clang' was endless.

He touched it quickly, and at once he touched the cold metal hand of the other party holding the short sword, and after a few breaks, he didn't break it, so he pressed his arm with his knee and smashed his wrist with a stone.

At this moment, the armored samurai seemed to react, and his other hand suddenly stuck his father's neck, and his powerful palm slowly closed.

Dad had already been aroused by this thing at this time, endured the sharp pain in his neck, and held his breath to accelerate the smashing of his wrist.

Suddenly, there was a cracking sound of metal, and the stone seemed to smash against a piece of dried beef jerky, and the dagger slid straight from the samurai's hand to the side.

Dad touched it, slashed it with his sword diagonally by feeling, and then pulled it with his hand, and the samurai's entire head was cut in half, but the hand still pinched Dad's neck.

Dad didn't expect this sword to be so sharp, it was simply a legendary sword that sharpened iron like clay, and the sharp pain in his neck made him dare not delay any longer, so he put the short sword against the bottom of his neck and cut it outward.

With a "click", the short sword swung from the iron arm's arm without hindrance, and the hand that was pinching Dad's neck suddenly opened and fell to the ground.

At night, my father didn't dare to walk around, so he touched some dead leaves falling from the cliff on the ground, and some dried tidbits on dandelions, and then used two stones to constantly hit and rub them, making the most primitive way of making fire.

This job is not as easy as it is on TV, without enough patience, without good luck can not take the fire at all, my father with many years of experience in the wilderness, it took more than half an hour to light the leaves, so he stayed up all night with the fire.

When the fog cleared in the morning, he was astonished when he saw the samurai in front of him, and when he calmed down, he felt that there was something strange about it, so he twisted his head and climbed up the slope, and soon found the pigeon farm.