I was woken up by something wet, and perhaps in a spring dream, it was the soft tongue of the white young woman. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But when I opened my eyes, I saw my cousin's majestic tiger eyes, and even though it was only one night, I could feel its kindness to me.

Hate is mutual, and so is liking nature.

I touched its head dotingly, and the sun was already shining outside the tent. Lao Yang looked out from afar on the hillside, the smoke next to him was like mist, and a faint smell of meat penetrated into his nose, and saliva instantly spread to the tip of his tongue.

The woman in sackcloth sat proudly by the fire, the sunlight spilling down from her forehead, full of breathtaking lazy temptation.

Are you up? A familiar voice suddenly came from behind, and I was stunned the moment I turned around.

This is a little girl with a petite build, a goose egg face, Qi bangs, big eyes, and a small mouth. The baby-faced standard, plus the little dimples that laughed, seemed to be the most real lover of my dreams.

The figure is not tempting, but it is well-proportioned. If it weren't for that familiar phrase, I might have thought it was a junior high school student from a certain school running away.

Are you the cat fairy? I asked, surprised.

You can call me Gillian. She said deftly and walked up to me and patted me on the shoulder in an old-fashioned manner, but I was 180 tall

It's always a little funny to make this scene look a little funny.

I could see a deep exhaustion between her brows, and the pale face and vain steps indicated that she had exerted great mental and physical strength in the frost on the corpse last night. She works so hard, maybe she has her troubles.

She walked over to the Mai woman, and the two of them sat on the ground looking at the gurgling soup pot. Lao Yang withdrew his gaze from a distance, his expression solemn and sorrowful.

He saw my surprised look, smiled and said, "How? My old Yang has long found out that this kitten fairy is a beauty, you kid have to seize the opportunity, maybe the cat and dog can merge in the future.

I didn't answer, my eyes followed the direction he had been. A majestic mountain came into view, from which the rising sun seemed to emerge, and the huge human face was comparable to that of the Egyptian Sphinx.

The face is spread out on the hillside, at an angle of about 50 or 60 degrees to the water level. The two huge black holes seem to be able to suck souls, and you can feel the horror of the forest in them at a glance.

I glanced back at Gillian and saw her jump out of the hole in the middle of the night. At that time, I didn't know if it was an illusion or a real existence, but I planted a seed of vigilance in my heart, and it was not completely dissipated until a year later when I went to Mojiang Lao Yang to get on the sedan chair.

Eat, eat, eat! Lao Yang pretended to be relaxed and used a simple lunch box to fish out the contents of the pot. I had long smelled the smell of meat, but I knew that Lao Yang had never brought meat out.

It looks like the broth is fresh and tender, and the meat is fat and red and white.

What kind of meat is this? Gillian asked with a frown.

The thousand-year-old tomb white snake monster, the mass grave head rat essence.

Lao Yang said heartily, throwing a piece of white tender fat to his cousin not far away.

Lao Yang frowned when he looked at me and Gillian, pointed at me and said very unhappily: What's the matter? Disgusted with eating dead people's flesh to grow up? How much did you eat last night, why don't you say?

As soon as he said this, my stomach juices surged violently. The greasy and cold wetness swept through the throat and esophagus again, and then looked at the red and white meat, and the fragrance became much lighter.

Gillian frowned and chewed on the meat in small bites. In a few moments, the slices of meat in the bowl were swept away, and her pale face was as rosy as the sunset.

Lao Yang smiled, but behind that smile was a deep melancholy. From time to time, his eyes looked at the huge dark face in the distance, and he even forgot that he was eating, and his cousin put his mouth into his bowl, bit a piece of fat and turned his head and ran.

That meal was the most bleak and tasteless meal I've ever experienced since I started eating, so much so that when I think about it later, I always feel like there is wax sliding on my tongue.

Suddenly there were several barks in the distance, and the cousin seemed to be threatened by some kind of fear. The chain dog in eastern Yunnan is not scolding, but because the walking corpse must bring a spirit dog to each person.

This greyhound is not an ordinary intelligence plus ferocity, otherwise buying a few Tibetan mastiffs would not rule everything. This dog must be able to understand the sound of the lock, which is the thing that Lao Yang carried on his wrist, and it is also the sign of the lock door.

In addition, the greyhounds must be able to see evil things, not only ghosts and zombies, but also some man-made evil arts. Although my cousin is a little lazy and naughty, he is at least a qualified chain dog.

It was barking, and it must have sensed that some evil had appeared. Lao Yang threw the play into the pot, once again showing his speed comparable to that of his cousin, and ran towards the van.

Gillian quickly got into the tent in the middle of the slope, and the woman in Mai also walked towards the van with a worried face.

When I got to the van, I didn't catch the shadows of Lao Yang and my cousin. On the dark and cold coffin, the thick chains were actually sawn off with sharp weapons, and a cold and dead air came to the face, and there was a little sweet smell mixed with the dead air, but the coffin was empty.

The corpse is gone!

The woman in sackcloth screamed and shouted: Gillian! Get me back!

I saw her mature face suddenly become hideous, and her eyes looked at the mountains in the distance, and the two abyssal caverns that were as dark as human pupils exuded an eerie aura that was difficult to peep into.

Gillian appeared beside me silently, already dressed as a cat fairy from head to toe. She stood in the sun, but there seemed to be no shadow, for the black robe and the shadow were one and could not distinguish from each other.

She regained her silent and agile cat fairy, and quickly ran towards the huge pupils in the distance, like a beautiful cheetah running on the grassland.

The lively situation was as silent as late as the night, and I looked at the Mai woman's eyebrows. At this moment, her face was full of horror and hideousness, as if she was a resentful ghost who had been raped and killed by a man.

I'd rather be alone with my cousin and face her not far away, even if that face seems to have a bit of a disaster on the surface.

After rummaging through the tent for a long time, I couldn't find any weapons that could be useful, except for a flashlight.

It took me five minutes to get to the black hole, and I finally saw that it was man-made. At least the traces of the explosives that erupted from below were fresh, and it was not difficult to guess that it was left by the thunderous explosion last night.

The two caves are ten meters apart, the hole is six or seven meters wide, the shape of the left and right is not much different, and the rows of red mud footprints next to the left eye indicate that everyone went down from here before.

The hole wall is chiseled out with precision, just able to use both hands and feet up and down without any difference, and later Lao Yang told me that this is called a wedge, which is the unique skill of the viper in the sleeve.

Crawling down the wedge is a pain that is difficult for ordinary people to experience, especially when the pores become compact when stroked by the cold air, and the hairs stand on end. From light to darkness, I always felt that there was an abyssal mouth under my feet, and I was slowly being swallowed into my esophagus, followed by a wide stomach pouch.

The walls of the cave have changed, no longer with powerful explosives, but with manual grinding of sapper shovels. The hole has also become smaller, allowing only one person to walk through it.

The moment I was down-to-earth, I looked up at the sky. The originally wide hole turned into the size of a rice bowl, and there was a cool breeze blowing behind it, which felt very familiar, it was the death and corpse gas in the coffin of the corpse.

I calculated the shape of the hole, which was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. Just in an instant, a layer of cold sweat swept through the body. This is a suicidal path, only allowed to go down and not up!

At that time, I was really frightened, but there was no way back but to move forward. Later experience taught me that no one would dig their own graves, only people would dig their own graves, and this funnel-shaped thief hole is also the sign of a viper in the sleeve.

The flashlight was turned on, and a natural stone cave winded. The stalactites are in strange shapes, and the dim light of the flashlight leaves all kinds of eerie shadows. The moment I looked up, a dried corpse hung from the back nailed in by a stalagmite was looking down at me, its face as shriveled as dead wood.