At the moment when Bai Suhe held the vine, Meng Zheng also turned on the small light on the electronic watch again. With this faint light, Bai Suhe slid straight down the vines, and when he approached the next layer of cylinders, he stretched out his legs and kicked the edges, and the vines swung and continued to slide down the narrow gap between the cylinders.

The vines chasing the two of them chased after the two of them this time as if they were iron-hearted, with a momentum of vowing not to give up until they reached their goal. Bai Suhe jumped three layers in a row, and still couldn't get rid of the light and shadow. At the speed of this whisker's pursuit, if you choose to run on a semi-arc surface that is not flat with a zither, it is tantamount to asking for your own death. Bai Suhe was forced to ignore the already hot and burning palm, and once again descended down the vine.

Halfway through the slide, Bai Suhe repeated his old trick, kicked on the edge of the ground, and just vacated his body, his hand suddenly emptied, but the vine was not long enough, and it had reached the end.

There is inertia in the body falling, and it is impossible to stop when you say stop. Bai Suhe and Meng Zheng thought that they would not be spared this time, but when their hearts were cold, the bottom was far shallower than they imagined, and their backs fell heavily on the ground.

This time, they seemed to have really fallen to the bottom, and they were greeted not by the cold, hard half-jade, but by the mud with the smell of rancidity. These muddy fields, which used to seem to have grown with dense vegetation, are now withered, but in this cold and unseen place, they have become rotten and soft. Because of this, even if the two of them fell and their vests were in severe pain, their internal organs seemed to be displaced, but they didn't faint. Meng Zheng shook his buzzing head and barely opened his eyes, only to see the fluorescent light chasing them above his head paused in mid-air, and did not continue to chase down.

Meng Zheng didn't understand why it was chasing all the way, and when she got here, she stopped when she saw the food in her hands, but she was glad to have a chance to breathe. Swallowing the blood foam in his throat, he gasped a few times, Meng Zheng couldn't speak, so he could only reach out and push Bai Suhe next to him. Bai Suhe seemed to fall harder, and made a vague "um" sound, but did not move.

The halo still hung directly above, watching the trajectory of the movement flicker and shrink, and there was no intention of leaving without coming down. This knife-like environment made Meng Zheng have no intention of resting, struggling to sit up from the rotten mud, bending down to drag Bai Suhe to find a safe place, even if he can't find it, it is good to be one meter away from the roots above his head.

The ground under the saprolite is surprisingly flat, and there are no earth-covered pits in any natural soil holes, as if they had been compacted by hand. It's also a shame that Meng Zheng limped and actually dragged Bai Suhe out of a short way. However, the flatness did not last too far, and the body of Meng Zheng was not as good as she thought, and when she came to a slightly downward slope, her steps were weak, and she tripped and stumbled, and rolled down with Bai Suhe.

The ramp was gentle at first, but after two turns downward, the angle of inclination increased sharply, forming a funnel-shaped pit. Meng Zheng's injury was actually not light, this will be no longer clear, in a trance I felt that my body was falling down and I was powerless to grasp anything, so I could only subconsciously protect Bai Suhe and continue to roll to the end at the end of fate.

Speaking of both ends, when Lan Zui hung on the windowsill with a grappling hook, he was afraid that the grappling hook would loosen, and his eyes were always staring at the grappling hook. Until Meng Zheng was entangled, there was an exclamation from below, and Lan Zui only had time to glance down. Her angle was on the flap, and her visual range was limited, and she only had time to see a series of afterimages of sea blue, and then the weight in her hand was half lighter.

Lan Zui knew that something was wrong, but she really couldn't go up or down in this posture now, she couldn't do anything, and she could only watch Bai Suhe and Meng Zheng disappear into the darkness.

Rong Thirteen came back quickly, and it would not take more than three minutes from the time the accident happened to the time he rushed to Lan Zui's side. But in such a short period of time, two more weak lights and shadows appeared under the flap.

Rong Shisan grabbed Lan Zui's hand and dragged the two of them back to the eaves, and then went to save Rong Jiu. The group was panting, but there was no time to rest. After Rong 13 and Lan Zui let all the others stay under the safe roof, they walked back to the flap room, cautiously looking down at the hole.

Those two lights and shadows are still there, and the brightness has become much stronger. When Rong 13 and Lan Zui looked down, the two lights and shadows suddenly rose into the sky and rushed towards the two people on the edge of the flap.

Neither of them was easy to mess with, Lan Zui had already prepared, and with a wave of his wristband, he cut off a small piece of what had crossed the flap. The rest of the light brightened brightly, like a high-wattage incandescent light bulb. This kind of Cheng dù's light is usually nothing, but it is unbearable for the human eye who has adapted to the darkness, Rong Thirteen and Lan Zui avoided it sideways, and looked down again after a second, it was pitch black under the flap, and the two pieces of light and shadow had disappeared without a trace.

The small piece that was cut off by the blue drunk fell on the flap, like a dying fish jumping and struggling on the stone slab. Rong Thirteen kicked it into the middle of the stone slab, and as the brightness of the surface quickly dimmed, when it disappeared, the thing was finally honest, revealing its true dark brown face.

"Is this the thing that swept Sister Bai and Meng Zheng away? What the hell is this? Rong 13 looked at the dark brown broken tendril, which looked like a branch, and then at the bottom of the flap, "Where did they come from?" Did you see the direction in which Sister Bai and the others were taken away? ”

"No, I'm blocked by the flip board, and I only see a shadow." Lan Zui glared at Xiri Ahong angrily, picked up the motionless broken beard with his sleeve, and looked at it twice, "Why do I think this is a branch?" Look? ”

Rong Thirteen took it, and it was indeed as Lan Zui said, the broken whisker that no longer glowed was completely a small branch, but compared to ordinary branches, its bark was very smooth, with faint dark lines, and there was a small hole the size of a needle's eye in the center of the section.

"Branches will take people away?" Rong Thirteen still couldn't believe it, but Lan Zui told him about the golden tree in Helan Fu's tomb, Rong Thirteen's face was not very good-looking, "Could this be the kind of tree you are talking about?" ”

"The color is wrong, the behavior is very similar." Lan Zui's face was even worse, she originally wanted to follow those two lights and shadows to find Bai Suhe and Meng Zheng, but she didn't expect these things to run so fast, and they disappeared in a blink of an eye after being slashed.

"If it's that kind of tree, what do you need to use to get it out?"

"People." Lan Zui said as he tore a bandage to tie his upper arm tightly, blocking the arm that was still bleeding, looking at the red blood splashed on the bluestone slab, and then looking at Sabir's blood-soaked sleeve, he suddenly thought of something, and added, "Maybe human blood." ”