The mandrill seemed to be succumbed to pain, and it screamed at Zhang Yi Ula Ula, as if it was saying something, but unfortunately Zhang Yi didn't understand it no matter how much he could tell it.

Doesn't the ghost story say that the mandrill can dress up as a beautiful woman and enter the farmhouse, so how can it gain the trust of the farmer if it can't speak human words, it seems that the legend about the mandrill is not reliable.

The mandrill looked very anxious, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, Zhang Yi pricked up his ears and carefully distinguished, feeling that what he had been calling was two repeated syllables, as if it was an evil spirit, and it seemed like cutting eyebrows.

"Boom"

With a loud bang, a huge stone fell from the sky, Zhang Yi saw that it was dark in front of him, and instinctively jumped back, and when he looked at it again, it had become a stone mountain in front of him.

The mandrill has been completely submerged under this huge stone mountain, unless it has the ability to reach the sky, otherwise it will turn into a mess of flesh and mud nine times out of ten, thinking that the mandrill is also afraid of pain and bleeding, Zhang Yi couldn't help but sigh.

It may be over, but unfortunately it leaves a mystery, and if you can hear the purpose of this mandrill after a while, you will know what the evil spirit or eyebrow cutting is in its mouth.

Looking at the boulder in front of him, looking up and looking up at the cracks in the mountain, Zhang Yi decided to leave this place of right and wrong with Xiao Yi as soon as possible.

When she appeared on the top of the mountain again, she found that Xiao Yi was still sitting there, holding her knees with her hands, her chin on her knees, and looking down in a daze.

"Let's go, it's okay"

When Xiao Yi saw Zhang Yi, whose clothes were in tatters and blood, she couldn't help but tremble, she stood up blankly, and then rushed over and hugged Zhang Yi's waist. hugged very closely, Zhang Yi seemed to be a little out of breath and suffocated.

Although Xiao Yi is a little girl who is only thirteen years old, Zhang Yi still feels a little helpless when she hugs her like this, he comforts Xiao Yi and says that it is okay, and at the same time takes the opportunity to untie Xiao Yi's hand.

When she looked at Xiao Yi again, the blood-red in her eyes was gone, which made Zhang Yi feel a lot more relieved, and secretly put a bone knife into her backpack when she was sent to school.

This bone knife was obtained from that demon dao, and Zhang Yi himself had an identical one. He always felt that this little girl's fate was tortuous, and this bone knife might be able to help him to a certain extent, at least it could still play a certain deterrent role in some evil things.

Looking at Xiao Yi's figure gradually disappearing on campus, Zhang Yi clasped his hands together and muttered: "I hope you will be all well in the future, grow up happily, and live happily." ”

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In the midst of the clouds, a lone boat floated quietly. At the bow of the boat stood a young man dressed in a cyan Confucian robe and wearing a scarf standing straight behind his back.

There is no sun in the sky, no clouds, no birds, no mountains, not a single vegetation, not a single building, only a white expanse, a bit like a foggy morning in winter.

In this foggy environment, the lonely boat brings a trace of vitality to this oppressive environment.

The man on the lonely boat was very tall, he looked into the distance with his head held high, as if he was enjoying the scenery in the distance.

The wind was blowing, and the placket of his robe was constantly undulating and making a loud noise, and his black hair was dancing with the wind.

Out of the white mist appeared an old man, about seventy years old, with white hair and beard. A jump landed on the boat.

"Master, the bait has been thrown out smoothly, and everything is going smoothly." The old man knelt on one knee behind the young man and waited for the young man's response.

After a long time, the young man did not make any movement, just raised his right hand and waved it backwards in the air, and the old man did not say another word very interestingly, just kowtowed and disappeared into the white mist.

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When Zhang Yi was still thinking about not knowing how to explain the cause of his injury to Wicker and Lao Dao, he was surprised to find that all the wounds on his body disappeared at some point, and he couldn't even see a scar, as if there had never been such a thing.

What's going on, Zhang Yi took out his mobile phone and turned on the front camera to look carefully, and found that it was really all gone, except for the clothes that were still torn on his body.

Zhang Yi scratched his unkempt hair and thought about it for a long time but didn't figure out what the reason was, this had never happened before, could it be; Thinking of this, Zhang Yi spread out his hand, carefully looked at the A-word picture and text, and found that nothing had changed, and it was still very clear.

Maybe I can't think of it, I don't have to explain the cause of the injury to everyone when I go back, Zhang Yi found that after waking up from that dream-like dream, he felt that he had become silent, he always didn't want to speak, and he felt that everything was so unreal and so boring.

You will soon be able to reach Linxi Town, Li Xiaoya's hometown, and you can reach Linxi Town tomorrow by turning to a small bread private vehicle and crossing the 50-kilometer Spiral Mountain Road.

Living in the broken inn in the county seat, the wicker is complaining about the mosquitoes in the mountains like wolves and tigers, but Lao Dao is answering the phone with a lewd smile, and a gentle female voice keeps coming from the phone to introduce some special services to Lao Dao.

The little bird has rarely been seen in front of him lately, not even to the old man's vicious words, and it is always flying aimlessly in the air, only occasionally seeing its passing figure overhead.

It was as if everything had changed and seemed so strange.

I walked the dusty steps out of the travel agency and came to the road, a small county town in the mountains, surrounded by mountains like a cauldron, and the town sat at the bottom of this pot.

The environment is very good, there is no air pollution, and when you look up, you can clearly see the stars in the sky and the moon like white jade. Although the county seat is not big, there is still nightlife, and it is very rich, with all kinds of small vendors on both sides of the street hawking, and you can even see mobile KTV for one yuan and one song.

Walking through the hustle and bustle of the streets, watching a group of honest and lovely children chasing after them on the street with sugar gourds, Zhang Yi couldn't help but feel childlike, and spent two yuan to buy a string of sugar gourds and chewed them.

I don't know when the little bird landed on Zhang Yi's shoulder, it tilted its head and looked at Zhang Yi with its round little eyes.

"What, you want to eat too?" Zhang Yi smiled slightly, and the sugar at the corners of his mouth shone under the illumination of the light.

The little bird didn't make a sound, it just turned its head to look in the direction of the hotel, the wicker in the room should have subdued the mosquitoes, and the old man should have teased the door-to-door lady!

"Sometimes you think you're dreaming in reality, sometimes you think you're dreaming, and it's hard to tell the difference between reality and dreaming." The little birdman spoke clearly word by word, and its voice was very different from the previous sharp, like the voice of a young man, which sounded very familiar, as if it had been heard somewhere.

"Who are you?" Zhang Yi was startled, the sugar gourd in his hand was thrown on the ground, and he stretched out his hand to catch the little bird, but it had already flown into the air with a wave of its wings.