Behind him were flocks of eagle-shaped creatures.

The ape-like skeleton in front of him had already rushed onto the wooden bridge.

Wielding rusty knives, their eyes were full of tyranny and madness.

His eyes were full of resentment towards the living...

Other than that, there are no other emotions.

But the next moment—

Xicheng style did not hesitate to cut the bridge horizontally and cut it off!

The wooden bridge shook for a while.

Shattered! Fall!

Countless ape-like corpses let out a shrill scream, and the planks under their feet shattered in an instant, causing their bodies to fall heavily!

At the same time, Xicheng Shi grabbed the rope of the wooden bridge with one hand, and his whole body swung forward along the inertia of the broken wooden bridge.

He didn't cut the rope without a plan.

At first glance, it seems to be a place to die in the afterlife, but in fact, the Xicheng style has already planned all the back roads.

Dense ape-like remains struggled frantically on the broken plank bridge, sawdust flying—

But it didn't last long.

The inertia of the wooden bridge when it was pulled apart directly threw them out fiercely.

For a moment, the emaciated figure and the iconic screams of the skeleton resounded throughout the mountain cliff valley.

"It's going to crash! Shiki-kun! ”

The White Mist Divine Son looked at the rock wall that was getting closer and closer, and couldn't help but shout.

Yes, the pull of the rope carried them hard against the rock face on the other side of the cliff.

The cold wind was blowing in her ears, and even her voice was a little indistinct.

Don't think about it, if you hit it this time, the fracture is estimated to be light.

"I know."

Nishijo responded, and then kicked at the rock wall just as his body was about to make contact with the rock wall.

Boom!!!!

With a violent tremor, the bodies of the Nishiro style and the White Mist Miko temporarily stabilized.

Goo-Du –

The White Mist Miko, who was hugging the Xicheng-style body, looked at the ape-shaped remains that had fallen to the bottom of the valley, and then looked at the Xicheng-style, and then couldn't help but get closer.

She was a little afraid that Xicheng Shishi would really throw herself down.

Xicheng didn't care about her small movements, he just frowned and turned to look behind him.

Behind him, most of the eagle-shaped remains were still hovering in the air.

It seems that the other party is not going to let him and the White Mist Divine Son go for the time being.

And...

Xicheng looked up.

After the shaking and turmoil just now, the wooden rope, which had long been rotten, made a slight cracking sound.

The voice was small, but it was noticed by the West Side.

It seems that this rope will not last long.

In that case—

Nishijo-style kicked diagonally against the rock wall, and his body and fragile rope began to shake.

At the same time, the eagle-shaped skeleton in mid-air also adjusted from the commotion just now.

They regrouped, then swooped down, crashing heavily into the Xicheng-style and the White Mist Divine Son hanging in mid-air!

"Shiki-kun, they're coming."

It's not like the White Mist Miko hasn't done nothing.

She had been watching the eagle-like skeletons in mid-air, and when she saw them swooping down, she immediately turned back and reported.

"Hmm."

Xicheng nodded, and the movements under his feet did not stop.

One time.

Two clicks.

Three times -

The body accumulates strength with the movement of the pendulum.

"It's coming! Shiki-kun! ”

The voice of the White Mist Divine Son rang out suddenly.

The distance of the eagle-shaped swarm of corpses is their... It's less than five meters!

The distance of five meters is only a matter of a moment for the speed of the opponent.

But—

Boom!!!!

At the moment when he was about to be surrounded and bitten by the eagle-shaped corpse, Xicheng used all his strength to kick out horizontally!

At the same time as the body flew out, the upper part of the broken wooden bridge was completely torn off!

This half of the wooden bridge directly smashed the bloody flesh and blood of several eagle-shaped creatures that led the rush, and while they fell to the bottom, it also bought a certain amount of time for Xicheng Shi and the White Mist Divine Son.

Whew-

A cold wind whistled past his ears, and the pupils of the White Mist Mizuko contracted slightly.

Because in her sight, the wooden bridge rope was also overwhelmed by the Xicheng-style movements, and it broke directly.

And on this cliff, the only straw is lost... The ending can also be imagined.

Fell to the bottom and fell to his death.

That's right... This terrifying height will kill anyone who comes.

But what is incredible is that the White Mist Divine Son actually feels that he is not afraid at all.

She clinged to the Nishijo style, looking at each other with big eyes without blinking.

It's just—

"I'm sorry, Shiki-kun, thank you."

The White Mist Divine Son leaned into Xicheng's ear and thanked him.

Although she knew that thanking might not be of much use now, she thought it would be better than those who were easily ungrateful and who were not even willing to say thanks.

Besides...

Probably gone.

The White Mist Miko sighed deeply and closed his eyes gently.

Her white breath was instantly blown away by the cold wind that swept between the valleys.

And then waited for almost five minutes -

"What are you doing?"

Xicheng Shi, who had already landed, looked at this little girl with her eyes closed as if she was acting in some bloody drama, and asked coldly.

Not...

Listening to the sound of the West City, the eyes of the White Mist Mizuko slowly opened.

The first thing she saw was the West Side style.

Then he closed his eyes sadly under the Xicheng-like gaze.

She closed her eyes while still muttering in her mouth: "I didn't expect that I could still dream of Shiki-kun in my dreams." Hey, it's all my fault that Shiki-kun died so young... I will never forget you. ”

After saying this, Bai Mist Shenzi felt that there didn't seem to be much sincerity, so she closed her eyes again and began to nag:

"Don't worry, I'll find your body, and then I'll find you a big coffin in which you can lie comfortably. Every year, I put my favorite doughnuts in front of your grave. ”

When the White Mist Divine Son said this, his expression was pious and serious, and there was no hint of deception in his voice.

She really looks like she's going to make a good coffin for the West Side.

The more I listened to her, the more Nishijo Shiki, who was standing next to me, felt that something was not right.

Am I not dead yet? You even have a coffin for me?

His face suddenly fell, and his voice was lowered:

"If you don't get up again, I'm going to get you a coffin."

"Huh?"

The White Mist Miko opened his eyes.

She looked at the Xicheng style in front of her and rubbed her eyes, and after confirming that she was right, she rubbed her eyes again, and then jumped up and made a sound:

"Aren't you dead? Shiki-kun? ”

This was originally a simple sentence of rejoicing.

However, because Bai Mist Shenzi was still a little sad just now, there was also a hint of resentment in his tone.

It sounds like wishing for a sooner death than later.

Hearing this, Xicheng Shi did not hesitate, raised his hand and slapped it directly on the head of this ice sculpture fool.

slapped her into a cry of pain, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Xichengshi's gaze swept around, and he turned to look at his surroundings.

So...

Although it was down.

But where is this?