The banyan tree is rooted next to the plank road, the roots are like a dragon, and the skin is like a cracked rock. Several aerial roots hung down from the treetops and floated in mid-air, like ghosts in the dark night. But the one in the middle is different, it is not swayed from side to side by the wind like other air roots, but regularly beats the trunk of the tree, just like ...... It was as if a hand grabbed its end and smashed it into the trunk of a tree.

That must be a small black hand, right?

Zhao Zimai was startled by his imagination, but he didn't retreat under his feet, still staring at the dark grass under the tree.

"As soon as it comes out, you run." Mu Xiaowu muttered something that shocked Zhao Zimai, then reached out and grabbed it by the collar, and took out the five strange copper coins again. Then, suddenly, she took a step forward, flew up in the air, and kicked the still dancing air root in front of her.

This kick was accurate and ruthless, only to hear a "cluck", the air root was kicked off by her, and fell into the grass, splashing a gray dust. said that it was too late, and then it was fast, Mu Xiaowu tore off the red rope and threw five copper coins into the dust.

The copper coin landed in the grass with an unerring "thump" sound. Zhao Zimai stared at the grass intently, but he hadn't made a choice in his heart: run? If she runs, she will be left alone to face the evil, but if she doesn't run, what can he help? It was a problem for her.

For the first time in his life, he regretted that he had not learned some kung fu to the point where he could not be used in such a situation.

But Zhao Zimai clenched his fists and waited for a long time, and he didn't wait for the little hands he imagined. Now, the dust had slowly fallen, and in front of them, only the thick aerial roots of the banyan tree remained, as if they had fallen from the sky and pierced into the ground, thirty or fifty of varying thicknesses, intertwined into a curtain. And other than that, it's snowflakes that come from the sky, and there's nothing else.

"Where is it?" Zhao Zimai almost asked Mu Xiaowu with his lips.

Mu Xiaowu glanced back at Zhao Zimai, but after the two made eye contact, he was already sweating all over, and the strength of his whole body seemed to flow out in an instant.

He noticed a subtle change in Mu Xiaowu's demeanor: as soon as she opened her eyes, there was a hint of confusion, and it was obvious that she didn't know where that thing had gone. But in an instant, the confusion disappeared, and her eyelids jerked upward, and the light of her eyeballs suddenly converged next to his left leg.

She had discovered it, and it was now hiding behind her.

Zhao Zimai hated his ability to pick up the grass and see the wind......

There was a fishy wind behind him, with the smell of burnt corruption, which made Zhao Zimai feel nauseous, and even his throat was dry, as if someone had lit a fire inside. But he still didn't dare to move, because he saw that Mu Xiaowu's eyes had drifted away, and the vigilance in his eyes seemed to be extinguished. Zhao Zimai knew that she must have deliberately pretended not to see it, deliberately let it relax its vigilance, and then find the right opportunity to deal with it.

For a moment, he felt like a century was long.

"Come here."

Mu Xiaowu's voice suddenly raised a few degrees, and then, Zhao Zimai felt that his arm was grabbed by her and dragged forward. This time he came down quickly and quickly, and he staggered forward, almost hitting Baotian. But even so, the moment he passed by Mu Xiaowu, he still saw her take out a yellow talisman from her cuff and throw it behind his back with all her might.

"Wow" screamed, Zhao Zimai felt a cold thing like an ice lump rubbing the surface of his feet, he shrank back suddenly, the thing turned around, and ran towards the crowd behind, his body was crooked, his feet stepped on the ground, and there was a "click" sound that was so light that it was almost inaudible.

Mu Cripple, who first discovered it, groaned a few times and quickly flashed to the side, and the others also dodged left and right with him, scattering to both sides, leaving only Susan and Amy, who had not yet reacted, to stay in place and not move.

"Be careful."

Zhao Zimai saw that the thing was going straight towards Amy, and shouted anxiously, but it was still a step too late, Amy let out a terrible scream at the black shadow that stumbled towards him, and then ran to the side without looking back, and the small figure was soon engulfed by the night. And the shadow fell to the ground at once, turning into a pool of black ashes.

"Amy."

Susan's face turned white with fright, and despite the injury to her foot, she got up and chased her daughter in the direction where she had disappeared, but after only a few steps, she fell to the ground again.

"Old man, you keep them, I'll go find Amy." Mu Xiaowu shouted at Mu Cripple, and ran in the direction where Amy disappeared, Zhao Zimai and Baotian followed her and chased after her.

"I'll go too."

Yu Shi pulled his legs and was about to follow, but was dragged by Mu Cripple, "Just take care of your own child, don't make trouble." ”

***

The path in the village is like a mirror-like river, winding through the dense shadows of the trees, and the twilight is like a large net falling down and covering the whole land.

Zhao Zamai ran on the road almost entirely by hearing, because there was always a trace of sobbing in his ears, although light, it was magnified several times by the quiet night, becoming his only guide.

Baotian originally followed him, but he was a martial arts practitioner, and his legs and feet were much faster than the two of them, so he chased after him without effort. Zhao Zimai was not as fast as him, and the floor tiles were slippery due to the snow, so after a few slips, he could only move as fast as possible by holding on to the wall.

Seeing that the two people turned a corner in front of him and disappeared, Zhao Zimai couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and was just about to speed up his pace, when he suddenly saw a few people standing at the end of the road: they were standing in a row with their backs to him, their hair blowing to one side by the strong wind.

Who are they? Why are you still standing here in such a dangerous night?

A trace of doubt floated in Zhao Zimai's heart, and he just wanted to ask them for an explanation, but the group of people had already turned around slowly and faced him. Their clothes were all ordinary, except that their clothes seemed to be wet, and the corners of their robes were "ticking" with droplets of water flowing downward, accumulating a small puddle of water on the side of their shoes.

Zhao Zimai's heart was relieved, he was afraid that if they turned around, people would become strange ghosts, but the current situation was much better than he imagined.

But why are their clothes soaked?