Dian Wei came over and carried Pang Tong on his back, and the woman led the way. Along the way, you will pass through the area of towering foliage, and in some places you will be covered in greenery. Because of this natural attainment, this kind of road is difficult to use. Therefore, Dian Wei is now following closely so as not to lose it.

Basically, there are few smooth roads, and most of them are steep, either up or down. In this dark corner, where the sun could not reach, the woman leaned down into the grass and instructed: "Bow down, the hole in front is very small." ”

Dian Wei concocted it in the same way, but he still accidentally hit Pang Tong's head to the top, and he was shocked in his heart. He could only crawl forward with Pang Tong on his back, and the stone road under him was hard and uneven, and the walls on both sides were almost about to touch. Even if it was, everything around was inky, with only a few pitiful faint lights in front of it. The woman walked low in front of her, not moving fast, probably because she was afraid that the big man would be overwhelmed in the dark. The fragrance of her body is as pleasant as musk. The fragrance invaded his nose, and Dian Wei felt that the exhaustion of his body seemed to be reduced by half. Maybe he should have taken a serious sniff, the smell was mixed with herbs.

There should be a small half-mile road, and the light in front flashed, and the stabbing Dian Wei couldn't get used to it all of a sudden. It was caused by the woman pushing open a plank. The girl walked out and said to the people behind her, "Hurry up! ”

Dian Wei dared to be lazy, and accelerated the speed of crawling, and when he crawled out of the short hole, the woman helped Pang Tong's soft body up with self-talk, and looked at her strong arms, and knew that her strength was not small. The woman muttered, "If the Great Witch of Say were in the village, he would be saved." ”

A few days later, in a large village. Gao Shun walked into the tent of the supreme commander of the Pang Tong Army at this time. He knelt down on one knee after entering the account. Lu Bu knew that something was wrong at a glance, so he walked over and said, "What? Didn't find it? ”

Gao Shun was embarrassed, didn't dare to raise his head, and choked up: "The last general has searched all over, but he still hasn't found it." Ma Teng's army set up camps on many roads for defense, which was difficult to pass. And...... Moreover, the Ma Teng army preached everywhere that the huge people had been killed by Ma Chao in the valley. After saying that, he knelt on the ground and said loudly: "The last general is not effective in protecting the Lord, please die!" ”

Lu Bu dragged him up and shouted angrily: "The Lord is in danger, but I am not the fault of you. If you want to cut it, you will cut it all. The most important thing at the moment is to find Shiyuan. There's a sky bear, no problem, he must still be alive! ”

Gao Shun knelt down on one knee again and said, "There will be a petition at the end!" ”

At night, in a corner of Dazhai, there are many braziers around. A thousand warriors carefully selected in Pang Tong's army knelt on the ground with Gao Shun. The firelight illuminated their ****'s upper body. Some of the tattoo masters who had been summoned were busy on the backs of the soldiers. Gao Shun's face was fearless, he didn't feel the pain at all, he stood inside with a halberd in his right hand, and pressed his thigh with a fist with the other hand. The earnest, glowing tattoo master had a tattoo on his back, dripping blood spilling down his oily-oozing skin. When the last stab was finished, a blood-dripping word "trap" appeared on the entire back, blooming in the moonlight with its heavy color.

In the circular space under the conical wooden roof is a brown leather cushion of the same shape, surrounded by some round, narrow-necked earth-colored bottles, and the wooden floor is covered with many fragrant flowers and plants. The glow of the sun shot diagonally through the window that opened the curtain, enveloping the lower half of the seriously wounded. The upper body was undulating, and Pang Tong, who was breathing evenly, had broken away from the entanglement of death. But the bandages wrapped around his body wrapped him like a white dummy, and he lay upright on the mat.

The deer limped in, and in the black hole of his eyes was the lifeless body of the young man, and the sunlight above the window above his head attracted it. It struggled to lift one leg, or occasionally put it down, and lifted it up immediately because of the pain, and in this way it slowly came to the window with three healthy limbs and a broken left front leg. It enjoys the nourishment of the gods of the sun. Suddenly, like a palpitation, it turned its head and saw the human. The human's black hair sloped to the side, and it seemed that someone was washing him regularly. At this moment, his lips trembled, and he suddenly shouted: "The proud army will be defeated!" The arrogant army will be defeated! The deer almost fell to the wall in terror, its eyes wide open.

Breathing heavily, he snapped open his eyes, and the yellow shadow reappeared. He thought he was dreaming, but the scenery that gradually coincided was pulling all his senses back to normal. He looked at it, at first thinking it was in some small palace, but then he saw that it was nothing more than a tapered roof, with planks leaning against each other to form this strangely shaped ceiling. Or sensitive to the signs of life, he noticed the sound of breathing, turned his face in the direction of the window, and habitually groped his right hand for the position of the sword, but it was a void with no real feeling. And the thing he saw was not an enemy, but a fawn clad in brown fur and dotted with white spots, one front leg tied to the knee with a bandage, and the trembling body and fearful eyes made Pang Tong feel reassured.

He felt a heavy left shoulder, and his waist seemed to be pressed by a lead block, and he tried to stand up straight, but the pain was so painful that he couldn't move. The twisted face had to give up the struggle, lying quietly gasping for breath, sweat on his forehead, shooting across his temples. He had a lot of questions on his mind. This is where and why it is here. This strange wooden house structure does not look like it was built by people from the Central Plains. There are deer here, but not in the city. There were some slashing sounds in my ears. A strange scent struck his senses of smell, and he felt as if he was in a forest full of flowers.

His pupils moved around, and he swayed his head slightly, taking in his surroundings. On the wall is a row of nails the size of a finger, the color of which must be green tung metal. On it hung some bamboo baskets, shaped like oval vases. Some of the bottles have sticks sticking out of the mouths, and green sprouts have just sprouted from the branches; Some are filled with star-shaped flowers of gentians. He thought to himself, "You don't want my life after all, otherwise I wouldn't be so safe." If you want to lock me up, I shouldn't be in a place with a window like this, but in the end...... Hey, I don't understand, if only I could get up. ”

He was thinking well, and his Celestial Spirit Cover was facing a doorway, but it was covered by a leather curtain, and his head was not enough to twist it. It was only when the curtain was lifted, and the light covered his face, that he realized that there was a door. He was frightened and gritted his teeth, as if the shadow that was approaching was the demon's minions. He closed his eyes and thought to himself that maybe this would be the safest place.

Then I felt the curtain falling, and the footsteps of the man were very faint, it should not be a tall person. The unknown visitor stepped on broken steps, and something seemed to have been placed under the wall on one of his side. Then the man approached him. The light from the window was blocked, and Pang Tong felt that this man must have been very close, perhaps watching him. Could it be the strange face of the mountains and forests, with a green face and fangs? Do you want to wait for him to heal and eat him alive?

All kinds of uneasy thoughts echoed in his mind, stirred in his chest, and seemed to resonate throughout his body, so that he felt that his body had lost the strength it had just now, and he felt numb. There was another palpitation, and breathing began to become rapid. Just when the demon in the illusion seemed to be about to touch the body, the pleasant voice seemed to come from the heavenly maiden: "Almighty and compassionate mountain god, why does this person have a cold sweat and fever again?" ”

Is it because you had a fever before, so you don't eat me? Pang Tong had some messy thoughts in his heart.

The woman murmured a little plaintively, "Why is it not good...... Ah Lu, you stay here obediently. I'll have to call the Witch of Say to see it. ”

After she finished speaking, she left, and her steps were much more scattered than the steps just now. Apparently due to Pang Tong's situation, she was uneasy. The thoughts in Pang Tong's mind were racing, and he didn't dare to open his eyes until now. What is the situation, what is the big witch? In any case, it sounds like a totemic tribe, or a cannibalistic custom. There must be such customs, after all, it is ancient times!

His heart was in turmoil, Pang Tong's teeth trembled, thinking that he was a hero in Luoyang, and he was so good at the moment. Pang Tong thought to himself that if these people were going to slaughter themselves as sacrificial items, it would be better to find an opportunity to commit suicide, so as not to suffer this humiliation.

After a while, the curtain opened again. The two entered one after the other. The footsteps of the former must have been the girl, and the latter seemed to be slow. An indescribable smell of vanilla hit him, and Pang Tong felt that no matter how nervous he was at the moment, the fragrance was enough to let him relax. But how could he let down his guard and the fear in his heart?

"Da Wu, let's take a look, why is this person in a cold sweat."

"Don't worry."

The voice of the old Wen Tun should be an old man of some age. And it's a woman. Pang Tong thought to himself that if he fought hard, maybe the two women should be subdued, and if he could catch one of them as a hostage, he might have a chance to escape. I thought so in my heart, but the two injuries that were severely injured by Ma Chao were simply pressed by stones, and there was no obvious sensation, and because of the chaotic force just now, the pain obviously spread throughout the body, and now with every heartbeat, this pain spreads.