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There are so many birds in the woods of New Guinea that if I had known that this belonged to New Guinea, I would have been disappointed that I would not have even gone any further down into the terrible desolation of the land.

It's so backward and desolate that you can't imagine it.

"Do you think there are youkai hiding in the mountains?" Shiratori said as he walked.

"Shut your crow's mouth, I told you again" he warned Shiratori, and this time the old black did not knock Shiratori on the head.

"Do you think we're in Journey to the West?" I said.

"Journey to the West? I've seen a monk with two eastern animals and a monster, going through all kinds of hardships to a non-existent party, borrowing two books," Lao Hei smiled.

"You know a fart, that's called an artistic conception novel," Shiratori said, glaring at Lao Hei.

Lao Hei knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he immediately changed his understanding of Journey to the West.

"Those people are good, for a few books, they have gone through a lot of hardships. This spirit is worth emulating."

I didn't speak, I didn't have the heart to explain to him the true meaning of Journey to the West.

"You don't understand, it's not an ordinary book, it's a book that can save the public from dire straits, it's called compassion, it's called great love, and a cold-blooded person like you won't understand. You know all day long about war, aggression and aggression and aggression. "Shiratori explained Journey to the West with his own opinion.

"Where are we?" Shiratori asked me.

"How do I know," I answered him truthfully.

"Look at this," said the old black, pointing to the sign taped to the tree. Something is written on the sign like a ghostly symbol.

"What do you mean," Shiratori asked me.

I shook my head.

"This should be African characters, do you know old black," Shiratori continued, and the words on the sign aroused Shiratori's curiosity, so he stroked his hand along the strokes of the words.

"It must be that you are welcome, but if you don't go in, someone will invite us to drink," Shiratori said with a smile.

"Ghost Valley," the German said lightly, the three terrible books.

Shiratori's smile disappeared without a trace.

"What?" Shiratori asked questioningly. Anyone who understands the name Shunyi knows what this word means.

"It's Australian text," the German said.

Germany can tell which country the words came from, so we are convinced.

"Hero, are we going ahead?" asked the question that everyone wanted to ask.

"If you don't go, what if there are really youkai," Shiratori said to me in a panic.

We are all silent, to go or not to go, and that is the biggest problem I face.

"Go" I am very decisive, death is terrible, but it is more terrible than death to be trapped like this.

"Don't be kidding, hero," Shiratori said.

"Whoever jokes with you and doesn't walk over, then you will stay here and drink the sap and eat wild fruits, and be a wild man for the rest of your life." I say.

"It's going to die, don't you see, it clearly says Ghost Valley, and you know how terrifying it is when you hear the name. You can't joke with the big guy's life," Shiratori said to me.

"Hehe, I'm not joking with everyone's lives, you think that if there is a sign to prove that there are people nearby, as long as we find someone who has lived here for a long time, we will be able to leave this hellish place," I said.

Everyone turned their gaze to Shiratori, who was confronting me, and he was uncomfortable.

"Let's go," I said to everyone.

I turned my head and said coldly to Shiratori, "If you're afraid of death, stay here."

I wasn't angry because he was confronting me, I knew that if we all panicked, it would be more dangerous to cross this ghost valley.

The name "Ghost Valley" is definitely not written by some boring person to scare passers-by, and it will not be unfounded.

Shiratori's words caused all the fear, so I was angry.

No one was left, and Shiratori followed the group in silence. Shiratori was a man who could bend and stretch, and he apologized to me soon after, saying that he shouldn't have bumped against me.

Actually, I don't blame him for a long time, I told him, what he said is true, it's true, it's not a clean place, it's just that it's not right for him to say it too loudly, and let everyone know that it doesn't do us any good to make the crowd fear through this valley.

A terrifying environment can create an atmosphere of terror.

The same atmosphere of terror sometimes tends to cause terror in the surrounding environment.

Every victim and adventurer must remember this phrase clearly.

Unhurried, the heart demon is the second mother of the demon.

After walking in the valley for about ten minutes, there was a strange fog around me, and a cool and damp air flow came towards me, probably because of the terrain and the temperature here was a little lower than outside.

The fog was getting bigger and bigger, and there was no way to see anything ten meters away from me, and the valley was like a few smoke bombs, and there was smoke everywhere.

"Everyone be careful, take care of the people around you, and don't get lost

。 "I told them." Ahh

It turned out that she had inadvertently stepped on the remaining bones of the dead. Strangely, only a human skull was left on the ground, and no one was seen anywhere else.

"This man's head is really big" Lao Hei pointed out the strangeness of this skull, the skull of the person on the ground is indeed very large, and the bones are the size of a blue ball.

"Let's go, there's nothing to see," the German urged everyone. Human skulls have not brought us any disaster, and it is normal for people to die in such barren mountains and mountains. The eerie feeling in the valley is very heavy. I'm not scaring you.

We chose a clean place to rest, because it was time for lunch, and I didn't want to eat wild fruits, and it would be nice to be able to hunt a wild beast for a tooth sacrifice, and none of us would hunt and we didn't have tools.

"German, borrow your gun to use" The old black fell in love with the German's gun, which was the only tool that could be used for hunting.

"No bullets," the Germans said.

Whether his gun had bullets or not, but we didn't know, because no one had ever seen him shoot, and many times I suspected that his guns were fake, and he took a fake gun to scare us, just to make us fear him.

But we never dared to confirm this suspicion. Even if he says that there are no bullets, no one will believe it.

"Oh, there's no bullets, so I'd like to think of something else," said the old man disappointed.

"Can the hero get some meat to eat, don't eat the fruit, I'm out of strength," the old black turned the topic to me.

"I want to get the meat myself, I'm not a butcher" I always like to use this humorous way to stand on a different position from Lao Hei, in fact, I'm just for humor, because I like to see his disappointed expression, frowning, and biting his lower lip on the top lip, looking pitiful.

After "Old Black" disappointed him for a while, I decided to give him hope again.

"What's the matter?" he replied to me very dryly.

"I've heard that the wild cats in the mountains are good, so let's get some barbecue meat to eat," I said with a grin, like a villain. "Barbecue" Lao Hei immediately had a spirit when he thought of barbecue, he was a carnivore. I decided to take the old black on the hunt, and Shiratori was very interested when he found out, so he followed us.