Jiang Futing looked sideways and looked at Yu Youyi with a little inquiry.

I saw Yu Youyi nodding very affirmatively and said, "It is indeed the village chief, I can see it clearly."

He tapped his fingers twice on the table, and he always felt as if there was a loophole.

It was impossible for Amin to lie to them, since he said that he couldn't go out at eight o'clock in the evening, he couldn't go out, but how did the village chief manage to go out at this point in time and still run up the mountain.

He suddenly caught something from his clueless thoughts and asked, "In which direction did Bai Tang run away?"

Ning Yuan didn't understand the purpose of this question, he recalled it, realized something slowly, glared at him and said, "He seems to have run up the mountain too!"

Jiang Futing almost instantly determined that there must be something strange on that mountain!

Bai Tang may not have met the village chief, but he must have discovered something else, and he suddenly remembered the terrible scene he had seen in the morning.

The flames rose to the sky, devouring everything, and in the scorching monstrous red light, he could vaguely see the white buildings on the top of the mountain standing majestically in them, unaffected.

He reached into his pocket and pinched the stacked ugly birds, feeling that his fingertips were a little hot, and glanced at the mobile phone on the table.

Half an hour has passed.

White Tang.

As soon as he finished silently reciting these two words in his heart, the two fingers he pinched the origami paper as if they had been burned by a candle, and there was a little sting.

Jiang Futing felt that his fingers were hot at first because he rubbed them, so he didn't think about it, but he didn't expect it to be really a problem with origami.

He immediately took out this ugly bird, and sure enough, there was a faint red light on it, and the next second it broke away from his hand, flapping the wings like thin needles, and spun around twice in front of his eyes.

Ning Yuan probably had never seen something so strange-looking, so he couldn't help but ask curiously, "What is this?" ”

Jiang Futing probably felt ashamed, and he was embarrassed to say it, and replied in a low voice: "Bird."

Ning Yuan froze for a moment, feeling embarrassed, and after reading it carefully, he reluctantly accepted the fact that this thing was a bird.

He laughed dryly, and praised very unwillingly: "It's still quite similar."

Is this false, when everyone present is blind......

Jiang Futing looked at him with an expression that didn't have to be forced, and said lightly: "The main lord is not here."

It's really unnecessary, he can't listen to it.

Ning Yuan just wanted to find a crack on the spot to get in, and he was the first person in history to shoot a sycophant like him.

Jiang Futing stopped teasing him, raised his head and looked seriously at the paper bird flying in the air, and vaguely guessed some purpose.

Bai Tang really wouldn't throw him useless things for no reason, and when the paper bird appeared strange, it was when he was worried about Bai Tang's specific situation outside.

Judging from the performance of the paper bird, maybe this thing can locate Bai Tang's location, and it seems that this person has already decided that he will not stay in the house willingly.

Jiang Futing pushed open the window and looked out, the momentum outside was intensifying, and there was no sign of subsiding, after all, so many ghosts were all rioting, even if the people behind them wanted to control it, it would not be a matter of time or a half

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He walked to the end of the bed and explained to them, "You have also had a busy day, rest early."

Ning Yuan waited for him to be relieved by this sentence, but it can be seen that he took out the crutches he used during the day, and sighed in his heart: "Are you going to go out now?"

Jiang Futing turned around and said, "Well, there may be something in the mountains." ”

If it was the past, he would not go out rashly, after all, Bai Tang alone was enough, and if he went, he might cause chaos for others.

But he kept plucking a string in his heart, and it seemed that he could faintly touch something related to the fire in the mountains.

After speaking, he glanced at Yu Youyi more, and thinking of what Ning Qiuyu had mentioned before, his expression eased a lot.

He rarely said kind words: "You should recover as soon as possible."

Yu Youyi nodded with a complicated expression.

After the two of them went back, Jiang Futing propped himself on the windowsill with one hand, jumped over, and landed outside the window in a dashing manner.

Then he watched his surroundings vigilantly and walked backwards.

But with each step back, the bungalow in front of him shrank a point, and it was also a point complete in his eyes, and his deep pupils became more and more frightening.

Coffin?

He kept thinking about the last word before the female ghost flew away.

It wasn't until he withdrew from the periphery of the front yard and leaned his back against an old tree that had grown for an unknown amount of time that he woke up a little from his disbelief stupefied.

The night wind blowing on his body was like a knife, cold and biting.

Before, he felt that there was always something strange about this bungalow that could not be explained, the structure was too simple, but under the cover of the front yard and the back yard, it interfered with people's judgment.

Now if you take a closer look, it is really eight or nine points similar to the coffin!

It's just that before he could think about it carefully, the nondescriptive-looking paper bird seemed to be impatient, and actually left him and flew into the mountains and forests alone.

Jiang Futing's face sank, looking at this lifeless house hidden in the darkness.

This will be under the influence of preconceived consciousness, and I only feel that this boxy house has a kind of coolness that seeps into the bones after looking at it for a long time.

He narrowed his eyes, and a blinding flash flashed in his eyes.

However, the paper bird was impatient, and it didn't fly too far in the end, and found that the person hadn't followed him, so he waited in place for a while.

He didn't notice that this thing was still a little spiritual. It's not good to make it wait longer, hurry up and keep up.

Jiang Futing ran all the way, and the neat turbidity gas was released, which shook off a lot of evil ghosts who wanted to mess around, although the way was rough, but the efficiency was also high.

It's just that there are too many ghosts and things densely packed, and the gloomy heads are side by side, looking like a black ocean from a high place, and people shudder to see it.

After running up the mountain for a while, Jiang Futing noticed that the density of demons was much sparser than below.

Although the number is small, the evil ghosts above are growing in inverse proportion regardless of strength or courage, and the simple deterrent effect is obviously not large, and a few even directly provoke him.

Jiang Futing was forced to fight back a few times, but these experienced ghosts were all old fritters and extremely cunning. After making a move, I will see the momentum

Yes, run right away, and don't do useless consumption.

But as long as one comes to the temptation, there will be a succession of followers.

Jiang Futing knocked out the birds, and these evil ghosts are scattered birds and beasts again, just like live loaches, they can't be shaken off!

At first, he was still glad that these things were fortunately timid, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to go up halfway up the mountain after a vicious battle.

But after a long time, Jiang Futing felt that something was wrong.

These things have all been refined to a certain degree of tacit understanding, and they seem to be very timid, and one will milk his strength when they come, obviously deliberately consuming his ability.

A tug-of-war alive.

What's more, there are a lot of ghosts, even if he is inferior to him in strength, but he can't withstand the consumption of such a huge amount of power, and when these things consume him until he runs out of gas, he just wants to run, and he can't run out of their Five Finger Mountain.

No wonder Ning Yuan and Yu Youyi were embarrassed like this after they ran back.

Moreover, the strength of these evil ghosts is also rising in a pyramid, and the higher they go, the more powerful they become.

The paper bird in front of him was still flying forward for a moment, and the more dangerous it was, the more calm he was.

The scattered divine consciousness around it was stretched into several strings, and any plucking of it could provoke a violent clang.

After passing halfway up the mountain, there were only a handful of unjust souls around, Jiang Futing paid attention to the surroundings and found that he had passed through the entrance of the cave he had come to last night.

The surroundings were so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard, and the noise below seemed to be like a noisy gong and drum, as if they were two worlds apart.

Instead, he slowed down, not daring to relax for a moment, his dark pupils shining with a crystal light, like a hunter in the dark night carefully looking among the shadowy trees.

It was so quiet that it was a little secretive, and even the paper birds flying in the air seemed to sense an invisible crisis, lowered their altitude, and fluttered their wings lightly and slowly.

There was not a breeze in the air, but when he looked up, he saw the curtain-like flag on the top of the mountain waving and flying in the air.

Crisis lurks in empty and gloomy corners, dark tides surging where they can't see.

Something seems to be wrong.

Jiang Futing suddenly stopped and said in a low voice: "Wait." ”

The paper bird was very obedient and immediately stopped, and in the next second, it directly slipped back into Jiang Futing's palm, shaking twice from time to time.

It seems that he can't wait to come back, but because he hasn't spoken, he can only force himself to work.

He deliberately appeased, and tapped his fingers twice on its rough wings, only to get the paper bird kicking its nose in the face, rubbing desperately with flattery.

Jiang Futing stopped its nonsense in time and asked softly, "In which direction is Bai Tang located?" ”

The paper bird lifted its round head, picked a route, and pecked in the direction of the top of the mountain.

"Thank you." Jiang Futing finished speaking politely, and before the praised paper bird flew excitedly, he pinched it back into his palm and put it back in his pocket.

As soon as he raised his foot, there was a crisp "Click!" from behind him. ”

Jiang Futing's body stiffened, and he froze in place, as if he had been hit by electricity, and changed instantly

into a puppet.

No, he remembered that when he came, there was clearly nothing! Where did this voice come from?

"Click!" "Click!"

As if to answer the doubts in his heart, the voice began to sound one after another.

It's a sound he hears a lot in physical education class, especially like stretching before playing basketball.

It's just the movement coming from behind me, not like stretching, it sounds more like breaking bones!

The lifted foot fell to the ground at a very slow pace, as if there was a mine buried under his feet, and the calf heel was almost cramped.

After the things behind him "clicked", Jiang Futing clearly felt that it was approaching him.

The last trace of luck was completely erased from his mind, and he kept not moving, and a small gray ball gradually brewed in the palm of his hand.

The things behind him seemed to be particularly large and clumsy, and with every step, the ground beneath his feet shook involuntarily.

Although he had his back to him, he could slightly judge from the rhythm of the other party's walking that his figure seemed to be a little stumbling, and his steps were unsteady.

The sound of footsteps landing was pulled very slowly, and it took two seconds or two before the next step could be heard.

Jiang Futing bent his back slightly, the muscles of his whole body were tense at this moment, and the whole person was like a longbow that had been pulled to the extreme and was ready to attack.

The moment the thing behind him stood behind him, he suddenly jumped up and turned around unexpectedly.

A pitch-black skull was less than an inch from his face!

The corpse puppet obviously didn't expect this person to suddenly jump up and turn around, and his body didn't have time to react, and he was stunned in place.

Jiang Futing immediately took two steps back, and the condensed ash ball swung directly towards his skull, and under the unsuspecting attack, the head flew directly above the top, like fireworks exploding in the air, and finally turned into invisible powder and fell into dust.

He moved in one go, without the slightest pause.

(End of chapter)