The two walked for a while, and finally left behind the full pool of bats and blood.

Although the bat flew away, the vigilance in the hearts of the two was not less at all, the bat just now was just a kind of self-defense of the creatures here against the sudden intruder, except for the bat, are there any other creatures?

In addition to the aborigines here, are there any traps?

Even if there are no these, this seems to go to the old road of the wasteland, and the damn walk can't be finished, as if there is no end.

And food, water, how long can they last without it?

Even Xiahou Mobing's wound had already cracked open again just now, what if Yan Zòng caused infection and fever?

In the dark and damp tunnel, Murong Xue's heart seemed to be a mess, entangled with countless knots, but she couldn't find the end of the thread, entangled, every step was heavy.

Forks began to appear in the winding road, and Murong Xue and Xiahou Mobing stood in the center of the three forks, looking at the three roads from afar.

The three roads look no different, they are all the same tunnels as Fang Cai, but they are a little wider, enough to accommodate two people walking side by side, and it is pitch black inside, like a black hole, with no end in sight, with an infinite eerie atmosphere.

Murong Xue felt the person beside him, looking at him sneakily, looking like he wanted to speak but was afraid that he would be angry.

She deliberately kept a straight face and said lightly: "Which way?" ”

Speaking of business, Xiahou Mobing's face also became solemn, he frowned, stretched out his hand and pointed to the center, and said in a deep voice: "The middle one looks a little more pleasing to the eye." ”

The road for three days is unknown, who knows which one is in danger and which one is not? It's always right to go with your instincts.

Murong Xue also meant this, nodded, and cautiously walked towards the fork in the center.

The yin wind howled in the tunnel, Murong Xue shook her body, tightened the clothes on her body, thinking that the person was injured now, even if he had internal strength, his body was weak and tight, and he couldn't help frowning.

Xiahou Mobing scratched his heart and scratched his liver, and he thought that Murong Xue was angry with him! I had no idea that she was worried about her body at the moment.

Xiahou Mobing followed Murong Xue's side, seeing that her pace slowed down a little, she cautiously glanced at Murong Xue and said nothing: "Xue'er, are you tired?" ”

Murong Xue was silent and silent

Xiahou Mobing smacked his lips, and after a while, he continued to ask again: "Xue'er, are you hungry?" ”

When these words fell, Xiahou Mobing once again remembered the roasted bat in the stillborn belly, and a picture suddenly appeared in his mind.

Cher sat on the ground full of bat corpses, grabbed the bat leader, began to pluck the hair and bleed out the internal organs, reached out and took out his sword, and the tip of the sword was raised, and the hairless bat was strung on the sword.

Then he raised a grim pretty face, grinned at the corners of his mouth, showed two rows of delicate teeth, and asked slowly: "Do you want to eat wings or breasts?" ”

Xiahou Mobing shuddered violently, and quickly shook his head, shaking the strange picture in his mind.

He continued to have nothing to say, so he asked uncomfortably: "Xue'er, what kind of bat was that bat just now?" ”

Murong Xue continued to be silent.

The person beside him was speechless for a long time, and just when Xiahou Mobing thought that she would not pay attention to it anymore, she was thinking about finding another topic, when a cold voice came from the side.

"I don't know you just by looking at it, but if you bake a skewer and try it, you might know ......"

"Vomit ......" Xiahou Mobing staggered, leaning against the wall and retching with a pale face, and he didn't notice the curvature of Murong Xue in front of him, the corners of his mouth.

Suddenly, his sword-like brow furrowed, and his big palm slowly stroked the wall.

The touch of the hand is uneven, but it is not as rough as the wall in front of it, but as if it is carved something, maybe it is a word, maybe it is a totem.