"Hmm." Zhang Meng nodded heavily, and then pulled out his pistol with Lai Zi one after another, about to deal with these strange beast heads flying from all directions in front of him.

However, those flying beast heads seemed to be more shrewd, and just as Zhang Meng and the others began to aim, they rushed towards the light of the flashlight.

Seeing this group of things rushing over, Zhao San flexibly pulled open the safety with one index finger, and then fired two shots in a lightning row.

"Bang! Bang! ”

However, after Zhao San hit the two beast heads, he didn't dare to shoot again.

Because the group of beast heads had already surrounded Zhang Meng and Lai Zi, in the weak light, Zhao San didn't dare to shoot indiscriminately, for fear that one would accidentally hit him.

Zhao San had no choice but to pick up the sapper shovel on the ground again, and slapped it at the group of beast heads that pounced on Zhang Meng and Lai Zi, but before Zhao San could shoot the group of beast heads, the group of beast heads had already knocked off the flashlight in Zhang Meng's hand. The flashlight rolled on the ground with a snap, and it was extinguished in an instant, losing the light of the flashlight, and the entire poplar forest suddenly fell into darkness.

There are only blood-red poplar trees around, which look gloomy!

"Ah Meng." Zhao San shouted.

"Third uncle, I'm here." As soon as Zhang Meng finished answering Zhao San, he was hit by a flying beast head in the dark, his head was dizzy, and he couldn't help but fall down.

Ahh

Hearing Zhang Meng's shout, Zhao San was in a hurry, and hurriedly used the sapper shovel in his hand to shoot at the place where the sound came from, but he pounced.

At this moment, Zhang Meng hurriedly groped on the ground, didn't know what he had picked up, and looked at the vague beast head and hit it. But the beast's head "plopped" and disappeared again.

Zhang Meng and Zhao San missed both attacks, but they also saw each other through the faint light, and hurriedly shouted around: "Laizi, Laizi ......"

"Here." Hearing Zhang Meng and Zhao San's shouts, Lai Zi's voice was very low: "Don't make a sound, I'm on your heads." ”

Hearing the sound overhead, Zhang Meng realized that Lai Zi had actually climbed the blood tree, and in the dim light, Lai Zi was rubbed blood red, but in this way, he could clearly see what happened below.

In the faint light, Zhang Meng found that Lai Zi was constantly gesturing towards him, signaling that he would attract the flying beast heads first, and he would wait for the rabbits on them.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Meng immediately suddenly realized, as the saying goes, knowing oneself and knowing the other side can survive a hundred battles, Laizi did this because he wanted to capture one or two beast heads alive, and then study how to deal with them

Zhang Meng and Zhao San glanced at each other and shouted in unison, and Zhao San even fired a shot directly.

As soon as the two of them moved, the hidden beast heads turned around and flew towards the place where the sound was made

Because they had prepared in advance, Zhang Meng and Zhao San lay directly on the ground the moment they finished shouting. Laizi found the best time on the poplar tree, and with a swoop, he pressed the head of a flying beast to death. Seeing that Lai Zi grabbed the beast head, Zhang Meng and Zhao San hurriedly got up and each picked up and waved it to cover Lai Zi to deal with the rest of the beast heads.

"Flashlight, flashlight." Raiko gasped and reminded.

Zhao San struggled to swing out the sapper shovel and rattle the flying beast's head, while Zhang Meng desperately groped for something like a flashlight on the ground.

However, the light is too weak, and the things on the ground are not clear to see, and Zhang Meng will not be able to find them at all for a while.

At this time, the beast head that Laizi grabbed suddenly let out a terrible roar, as if he was asking for help from other beast heads.

At this time, it was close, and everyone could clearly hear that the cry of the beast was not a strange laugh, but just an image.

Hearing that the voice was wrong, Lai Zi hurriedly took out the beast's head with his hand, but grabbed back a hand of feathers, and suddenly said: "This is not a sacrifice resurrection at all, but like a bird!" ”

Before Laizi finished speaking, he found that the fat man had gone and returned, grabbing a flashlight and running in the direction of everyone. He was still holding a beast head that had been knocked down by Zhao San in his hand, and he kept muttering: "Grandma's, you see, this thing seems to be borrowing a corpse to resurrect the soul!" ”

"Resurrection of a corpse?" Hearing the fat man's inexplicable words, Zhang Meng just wanted to ask what was going on, but found that the group of flying beast heads flew over at the flashlight in the fat man's hand, and reminded loudly: "Fat man, be careful!" ”

Facing the group of flying beast heads above his head, the fat man was obviously prepared, but the fat man didn't seem to expect that the attack power of the group of beast heads was very strong, and in an instant, the fat man was knocked down, and the flashlight in his hand was suddenly taken aside. While there was still light in the flashlight, Zhang Meng jumped over and grabbed the flashlight.

"Zhang Quede, you should help me first!" found that Zhang Meng didn't care about himself at all, but went to pick up the flashlight, and the fat man was suddenly dissatisfied and scolded.

"Hehe, I'll do it." With the flashlight in hand, Zhang Meng turned around and came to the fat man, and the sapper shoveled and danced, and in the wind, the heads of the flying beasts were all dispersed.

Seeing that the beast's head was dispersed, the fat man didn't know what was stuffed in his mouth, so he spit out twice, looked at Zhang Meng and smirked: "I know what this thing is......"

Hearing the fat man's words, Zhang Meng hurriedly asked, "What is it?" ”

"Tiger."

Hearing the fat man's words, Zhang Meng, who was originally nervous, almost lost his temper, turned his head, and saw that Zhao San and Lai Zi had also gotten rid of the entanglement of the group of beast heads, and then said to the fat man: "Get out of you!" Yoriko said it was a bird. ”

"I didn't say it wasn't a bird." The fat man replied dumbfoundedly.

"Off the line!" Zhang Meng rolled her eyes at the fat man.

The fat man also stayed in Hong Kong for a while, of course he knew that the disconnection in Zhang Meng's mouth meant a lack of IQ, and immediately said angrily: "I see that you have just taken off the line, and your whole family has taken off the line." See for yourself, if this is a tiger skin, it's a rare Siberian tiger skin! ”

"Siberian tiger skin?" Listening to the fat man's words, Zhao San, who came over, was also choked and coughed repeatedly: "You little fat man can really pull calves and give you the skin of a Siberian tiger, why isn't it a Siberian tiger?" ”

"Third uncle, I don't lie to you, I don't believe you see it yourself." After the fat man finished speaking, he raised the things in his hand.

Seeing that the fat man reacted violently, Zhang Meng and Zhao San glanced at each other, and finally turned on the flashlight and shone it on the fat man's side.

Sure enough, the thing that the fat man was carrying on his head was covered with a layer of yellow and white colorful tiger skin.

"What's going on?" Zhao San asked.

"I'll see." Lai Zi stepped forward, took the beast head, and said with some curiosity: "It's like the color of a tiger skin, but there seems to be handwriting on it." ”

"Not only the handwriting, but also the blood." Listening to Lai Zi's words, Zhang Meng pointed to the beast head in the fat man's hand and said in a low voice.

"Bloodstains?" Hearing Zhang Meng's words, Zhao San and the fat man hurriedly looked at the place where Zhang Meng was pointing, and it was in the backlight, and there were indeed blood stains sprinkled with it.

"It's not a ghost, it's really a bird that Raiko said?" The fat man stammered.

"If it's a ghost, can you run back?" Zhang Meng said with a smile.

"Damn! Don't say it. The fat man said: "Actually, I thought something was wrong with these things, it shouldn't be some ghosts, but I didn't expect it to be birds and other animals." Picking up this dead thing, isn't it just for Laizi to come and see, what is this thing? Can you eat it? I didn't expect there to be handwriting on it. ”

Hearing that the fat man was still thinking about eating at this time, Zhang Meng was also a little speechless. I had to turn my head to look at Lai Zi and asked, "Brother Lai Zi, do you know what kind of handwriting it is?" ”

"It seems to be Mongolian." Lai Zi frowned, as if he was not sure, and immediately handed the beast head to the fat man: "Fat man, come and see, is it written in Mongolian?" ”

"Mongwen?" Hearing Laizi's words, the fat man didn't bother to eat, hurriedly took it in his hand, carefully observed, and after a moment he nodded and confirmed: "Well, it's Mengwen." ”

"What's written on that?" Zhang Meng asked anxiously.

Zhao San on the side also took over the conversation: "Little fat man, this time it's time to test your learning ability, didn't you blow before, can you learn Mongolian during this time when you go north?" ”

"Damn!" The fat man rolled his eyes angrily, and said confidently: "Don't be unconvinced, you old bandit, you wait, I will translate it for you......"

"Hey, hey."

While a few people were teasing, Zhang Meng and Lai Zi had already turned on their flashlights and found what everyone had just dropped. It's also strange to say, at this moment, those flying beast heads did not attack everyone, but just hung quietly on the poplar tree, but everyone could still feel that there was something staring at everyone inside the beast head.

"How's it going, is it translated?" Zhang Meng and Lai Zi, who had finished picking up things, hurriedly walked back to their original places and asked the fat man.

"Wait." The fat man waved his hand.

Zhao San on the side originally wanted to taunt him, but seeing the fat man's focused, he didn't bother.

It was a long time before everyone saw the fat man put down the beast's head.

Zhang Meng preemptively asked, "What does it mean?" ”

"Damn." seemed to be interrupted by Zhang Meng's train of thought, and the fat man scolded impatiently: "Zhang Quede, can you be quiet for a while?" ”

"Gotcha, gotcha, yes, I said the wrong thing." Zhang Meng hurriedly smiled.

"Alas! The Mongolian text on this seems to be different from the translation book that Lai Zi gave me, and the meaning is even more incomprehensible. The fat man sighed: "The most important thing is that this should be a small part of a certain paragraph, with the level I have mastered now, I'm afraid it will take a little more words to get through." ”

"Just a small part?" Zhang Meng looked back at the beast heads hanging on the trees around him.

"It seems that you will only be able to understand it until you get it all down." Zhao San was also a little smacked.

"It shouldn't be so much trouble." Lai Zi held the downed beast head in his hand, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I have a way, I can win without a fight!" ”