The lightning that fell from the sky came so suddenly that it shocked everyone, and the scorching fire on the trees instantly illuminated the surroundings.

During the slash, the shattered rocks flew for no reason, and a fist-sized rock hit my thigh, causing pain in my heart.

I heard a scream of "ah" in my ears, and the photographer didn't know if she was scared or what, she slipped under her feet, fell to the ground as soon as her body was crooked, and the whole person rolled down the mountain.

Due to the heavy rain and the slippery mountain path, the height of our climb up the mountain was not very high, only less than 10 meters from the beach below.

The body of the photographer maniac turned, rolling back and forth, and then fell down the slope down the mountain, and when he saw it, he fell five or six meters, close to the beach.

My heart chuckled, and I screamed that it was not good.

There are hundreds of East China Sea sharks gathered on the beach, and if you fall down, you will become a sheep and wolves, and there is no chance of survival.

But I couldn't do anything about it, one leg hurt at the moment, and such a wet mountain was not flat, and it was too late to rescue her before she fell.

The photographer screamed and rolled down the mountain, and between the lightning and fire, he saw that the body of the old man in Tai Chi clothes on the side shook suddenly, and a wave of anger instantly stirred up.

Hearing a burst of cry from his mouth, the uninjured right hand swung forward, and five filament-like ropes were thrown out of those five fingers in an instant. This rope is like a tentacle, galloping, and in a blink of an eye, it entangled one of the feet of the photographer.

The old man in Tai Chi suit exerted his strength under his feet, struggled to drag the body of the photographer maniac, and kept pulling up.

The pull of the five ropes made the photographer's body stagnant, and in the midst of the crisis, he was also full of desire to survive, so he reached out and grabbed the root of a small tree next to him, gritted his teeth and climbed up.

The Korean guy and the orange cat cautiously probed down, and after a while, they finally helped the photographer up, and the three of them staggered back to the brigade headquarters.

Seeing that the person had been rescued, the old man in Tai Chi suit raised his hand, and the five ropes fell off the ankle of the photographer and silently withdrew his hand.

The old man's kung fu was an eye-opener for me.

In the parchment scroll "The Record of the Boundary", I once saw the method of "knotting ropes".

It is said that this method is also a kind of spiritism, and the specific method is similar to raising ordinary spirits, which is to carry the rope from a young age, sacrifice day and night, and wait for the spirit to be born on the rope, so that you can communicate with the owner and use it.

The history of knotting rope is quite ancient, tracing back to its roots, and there is even a legend that it originated from the "knotted rope account" before the invention of writing.

It is precisely because of the ancient history that this method has been lost several times, especially in modern times, and the successors of this secret art have not been seen at all.

I remembered that the old man had said that he had fought a mysterious man with scales on his back in a fork in the tunnel, and that man was so powerful that although he was captured, he wounded the old man.

The old man's methods and the aura exuded by him are already considered masters, and it seems that the strength of the mysterious person who fights with him should not be underestimated.

However, such an ancient spell of "knotting rope channeling" can be seen in an old Korean man, I really don't know whether it should be gratifying or ironic.

Although the photo maniac was rescued, his body had already been injured by sharp rocks. The furball hat on her head had fallen off, and her wet hair covered her pale cheeks, and there were droplets of water and weeds.

The T-shirt and jeans are cut with holes, and there is a big hole in the butt bone that has been ground out somehow, and it is inevitable that they will be gone.

However, as a reporter, she is not the kind of person who cares about details, she weakly thanked the old man in Tai Chi and said very sincerely.

"Thank you, old man, for saving your life!"

The old man's brows were not stretched, it was estimated that the spell just now had affected the injury, his face was a little pale, and he smiled stiffly, saying that a trivial matter was not enough to worry about.

It was the East China Sea sharks who stood on the beach in the night, and when they saw the fat in their mouths, they ran away, and they screamed angrily.

Their voices are like the cry of a baby or the croaking of frogs, and for a moment they come and go, and those who listen to them are creepy against the background of the torrential rain and the sound of the waves.

Thunder and lightning split the trees, but they also brought light.

Seeing that the East China Sea sharks on the beach did not dare to chase after them, they looked around for some branches, and wrapped them into a few simple torches with the alcohol and bandages in the first-aid kits, and held them in their hands to illuminate them.

The torrential rain was still fierce, but fortunately the canopy of trees in this mountain forest was so dense that I could only hear the rustle of the rain falling on the branches, and the light of the torches beating, but it would not be extinguished.

This was not a place to breathe, and the people carried torches, far away from the burning fire tree, and continued to climb upward.

After climbing for a long time, we finally came to the Mazu Temple, which is located halfway up the mountain.

At the entrance of the cave, several wet mountain rats and big hedgehogs gathered, and when they saw a figure coming, they squeaked and screamed, and fled towards the outside of the cave, and disappeared into the forest in a blink of an eye, without a trace.

We entered the cave one by one, and the light of the torches instantly illuminated the entire Mazu Temple.

Although there is something to illuminate in his hand, the area of this Mazu temple is too large, and there are always some dark places that cannot be illuminated by firelight, which makes people feel frightened, and there is an illusion that there are all plants and trees, cups, bows, and snakes.

The space in this temple is an irregular circle as a whole, and the footsteps and shadows of the people are infinitely amplified and elongated, which feels frequently strange and dark.

In the firelight, Mazu seems to sit still, as if she is outside of all things, her face is compassionate, but she is deaf to the sinister suffering of the world.

The sound of thunderstorms outside the cave faded away, and everyone was soaking wet, panting and sitting on the ground, their hearts pounding.

Zhou Tianming used the torch in his hand to light the candle on the stone table in front of the statue of Mazu, and the fat man and the suicidal man went to find some weeds and branches outside the cave, and built a small fire at the feet of everyone.

The branches and weeds were so wet from the torrential rain that they were extremely difficult to ignite, and the smoke was so strong that it made people choke uncomfortably and cough violently. It took a while for the smoke to dissipate and a hint of warmth began to rise.

Even so, compared to the danger outside the cave, the bright bonfire and the smoke-filled cave gave everyone a rare sense of security.

Sitting around the fire, everyone was silent, but they were afraid, and they didn't know what to say for a while.

The orange cat took off the T-shirt and hung it on the stone table, revealing a round belly and a body of fat.

Xiao Maruko slapped him on the back, and his willow eyebrows were upside down: "You pay attention to me, there are still girls here!" ”