"Ahem, Uncle Ghost, what the hell is this!"

Zhang Meng's nose was cold, and the sick ghost was smeared with a thin ointment, and a pungent and spicy smell went straight to his lungs, making him suddenly sober, and his sleepy energy was weakened a lot.

"Ah Meng, just stick to it a little more, don't drink water yet, wait until your body gets used to the environment here." The sick man said softly.

Now the scorching sun is over, although the rich shade of the trees blocks a lot of sunlight, but the forest is like a big steamer, and Zhang Meng is sweating in less than ten minutes, and he asked a little strangely when he heard the sick ghost say this.

"Why?"

"Stupid! There are three places not to believe in the sensations of your body, the first is the desert, the second is the sea, and the third is in the deep mountains and old forests. Ever feel like you've been soaking in cold water for a long time, but it's like you're soaking in warm water? ”

Zhao San wiped the sweat from his head and said angrily.

"Well, this one has, I used to go swimming like this when I was a kid."

"Actually, it's an illusion, it's just that your body is used to this temperature. If you soak in too cold water for a long time, you will not feel cold, you can soak a little longer. But in fact, your body can't stay at this temperature for a long time, and people will unknowingly commit suicide in this situation......"

"Does it mean that my body is not short of water for the time being, don't trust your feelings?" Zhang Meng was a little inexplicable when he heard it, he drank water when he was thirsty, how could he be so exquisite.

"That's pretty much it, after your body gets used to this temperature, you won't sweat so much, and it's a waste to drink it now." The sick ghost laughed.

I don't know if it's because of the ghost vein, Zhao San is very good to Zhang Meng, and he also mentions this stupid boy from time to time when he goes out this time, hoping that he will not suffer in the future.

Zhang Meng walked on the mountain road for a while, and when he looked up, the countless shadows of the trees on it seemed to be pressing down on him, how high is this mountain? Zhang Meng thought secretly.

"Fauber, why isn't there even a cicada here?"

The atmosphere inside the mountain was so oppressive that he couldn't help but complain.

"Little master, this mountain is called 'Devil's Mountain' in our village, it is a veritable dead mountain, even those hunters in the village, and it is rare to see those large animals here. I heard my grandfather say that there are many famous Baijialin near here, and there are many people who live by hunting in the mountains, but before the liberation, the mountain bandits were rampant here, and those who were lucky would grab something, and those who were unlucky would be killed directly. I heard my grandfather say that after the defeat of the opposition forces, there are still some people who are unwilling to fail and lie dormant in the mountains, focusing on those who go up the mountain and eating them as food! Fauber said, shaking his head.

Zhang Meng's face turned a little green when he heard this, and he hurriedly said: "Fu Bo, don't talk about these nonsense things all day long, it's better to tell a story to hear the truth." ”

"If you're afraid, don't follow me, in my opinion, it's okay if it's dead, and I'm worried about some poisonous insects, snakes and ants coming to bite me!" Zhao San said lazily.

"Who's scared?"

Zhang Meng broke his heart with a word, and shouted angrily.

"Okay, okay, let's save some strength, this mountain road is not easy to walk, and there are some places I don't remember very clearly, maybe how long it will take." After getting along with each other for a long time, Fu Bo also knew that these two masters were chickens, and they always had to fight for a while if they were free.

Bang!

A muffled thunder exploded overhead, and Fauber's face was solemn: "It's bad, the face of this mountain god is changing, let's hurry to the top of the mountain!" ”

The hot weather just now turned in the blink of an eye, and the layers of black clouds didn't know where they came from, and in just a few dozen minutes, they were pressed low, and when I looked up, the clouds seemed to be within reach.

"Hurry up, it seems that this heavy rain can't be avoided!" Chen's face is also very ugly, they are now on the mountainside, they can't go up or down, if a heavy rainstorm falls, they will be buried by the mudslide. Moreover, all kinds of towering ancient trees here are densely populated, which is the best thunder introducer, and when the time comes, they will smash the thunder casually, and several of them will go to see the ancestor master.

Zhang Meng saw that several people were anxious, and he didn't dare to talk nonsense, so he gritted his teeth and climbed up quickly. The sound of his breathing gradually became heavier, Zhao San and several of them were all characters who could shake the tiger with one hand, and their endurance was not comparable to Zhang Meng, although Fu Bo was old, but what he did back then was also a desperate act, and his body was naturally not weak.

came and went, and Zhang Meng's distance was more than ten meters away.

"Wait for me, wait for me!"

Zhang Meng saw that he was about to lose sight of Zhao San and the others, so he hurriedly shouted.

At this time, the big raindrops finally fell from the sky, even if there were lush foliage on the mountain, it was useless, and several people turned into soup chickens almost instantly. The sky was thundering, coupled with the sound of 'booming' rain, Zhang Meng and the others could only be heard by shouting loudly.

The rain was too much, there were streams of water on the mountain from time to time, and the sand on the ground became not very solid, Fu Bo took a few steps and the sand under his feet loosened, and the whole person suddenly lost his balance, if it wasn't for Zhao Sanyi grabbing his collar, I am afraid that he would have to roll down directly at a height of several hundred meters, and he would be crippled if he didn't die at that time.

Seeing Fu Bo slipping, Zhang Meng's heart almost rose to his throat, and he was relieved until he dragged Zhao San back. But at this time, the situation is becoming more and more critical, the rain is too heavy, and now some mud and stone water is beginning to wash down, and a stone with a big head falls from the air, if it is not for the sick ghost to react quickly and pull Zhang Meng, I am afraid that the head will be smashed. The rumbling sound overhead became more and more dense, and a layer of fog came out of nowhere, and the whole mountain was so white that even people a few steps away couldn't see clearly.

Zhang Meng suddenly felt that his face was patted, he rubbed his eyes, and saw clearly that there was Fu Bo in front of him, and there were still a few blood marks scraped out of the sand and stone on Fu Bo's face, he pointed in a direction and motioned Zhang Meng to follow him.

A few people followed Fu Bo around, Zhao San walked at the back, after what happened just now, he didn't dare to put Zhang Meng behind him. After walking for about four or five minutes, everyone came to a relatively gentle area, and Fauber pointed to a white red brick house not far away, and signaled to go there to take shelter from the rain.

Zhang Meng saw the room, and immediately felt overjoyed, now he was wet, and the contents of the backpack were stained with water, at least ten pounds heavier, and his back was like a hill, so he almost couldn't lift it in one breath.