At sunset, among the mountains and mountains, hundreds of villagers chased a stumbling thin figure.

The figure's clothes had become wisps of bloodstained rags, and under the airy clothes were deep and shallow bloody wounds.

Her bare feet were bordered by black, black, red, and red blood paste, and the bleeding soles of her feet left bloody footprints and a smell of blood wherever she passed.

Fortunately, these villagers did not domesticate hounds, otherwise, this thin figure would have been captured in one fell swoop.

Her speed was only slightly ahead of the villagers, and she looked as if she was injured and could collapse at any moment.

It seems that it is very easy to be caught, but so far, all the villagers have gone into battle together, and they have not been able to do it with all their might.

Several times, seeing that she was about to be caught, she was accelerated by her and narrowly avoided it.

Passing through the barren meadows and crossing the streams, one side chased and the other fled, gradually moving away from the people.

In a short time, they came deeper into the mountains.

The bushes along the stream grew taller and taller, making it more convenient for Tibetans, and the villagers almost chased people away several times.

The mountains in the distance were more precipitous than the forests they lived in, and the continuous forests were beyond imagination, and the shadows cast by the tall trees were like demons with teeth and claws in this twilight hour, which made people look at them dauntingly.

Under the shadow of the trees, the villagers were once again disappointed to find that they had lost their target.

"She's there!"

A good-eyed teenager shouted in surprise.

"Chase!"

A young man who was quite authoritative among the teenagers should chase in that direction first, and the rest of the teenagers were not far behind.

Of the nearly 100 teenagers, only a few were from their village, and the rest were all students from the town's middle school, who had been inspired by the gods and had their own blood and bravery.

The villagers were different, they all looked in that direction with palpitations, and peeked at the village chief with murderous eyes on his face.

It was a place that no one had set foot in since thirty years ago, and the villagers knew nothing about it, except that they had shivered in the dead of night and heard the howls of ghosts and wolves coming from within.

According to the old man in the village who went in awake one evening thirty years ago and came out the next day, there were countless mountain spirits and ghosts inside, as well as the dragon king.

And that old bachelor is the village chief's brother, who was famous on the provincial road more than 30 years ago, killed people, and was imprisoned.

That year, he was in the prime of life, and he had just been released, and his life was not settled, and he made a living by hunting.

He was a killer who dared to fight empty-handed when he encountered a pack of wild wolves, but after spending one night in the woods, he went crazy.

Thinking of this kind, the villagers were heartbroken and silent.

The village chief looked into the forest hatefully, pressed and pressed his toes on the ground, and at the end, he spat on the ground again.

Only then did he pick up the walkie-talkie hanging on his chest and said, "Yan Heng, withdraw first today, the things in this forest are not simple." The girl is inside, and it's not certain whether she can live. ”

"Hmph, your people don't dare to enter, it doesn't mean that my people are also guts, Xue Hua is the best vessel for the arrival of the gods, and there must be no room for error!"

The person on the other end of the walkie-talkie has never heard of any secrets of the mountain village, young and vigorous, and dedicated to striving for merit, so as not to fail the heart of the timid old man.

As he spoke, the thin figure's body shook quickly a few times, and it rushed into the depths of the dense forest, disappearing.

When night fell, the mountains and forests seemed to come to life, and suddenly there were many more active figures.

"Ah!!h An unlucky guy doesn't know what he's across.

"Second son, what's wrong?" The boy not far from the unlucky boy asked, and after a while, the boy also screamed and disappeared.

Another familiar teenager subconsciously took out the mobile phone in his trouser pocket, turned on the flashlight, and the moment the light shone brightly, a shadow was under the hood.

Before his consciousness disappeared, he remembered what the villagers had warned them before entering the mountain in a dialect with a very strong regional color: Don't light it up when you go to a place where the lights are dark.

Quiet, deathly still.

The teenagers who followed the leader into this area with the impulse of ignorance and ignorance were filled with fear in their hearts after the impulse ebbed.

After a few seconds, there was a sound of chewing in the area where several companions had disappeared.

What is that monster that grinds its teeth and sucks blood? What does it look like? Group or solitary? Is it full? 、、、、、、

Fear is like a tidal wave swept up by a tsunami, the waves are turbulent, layer upon layer, wave after wave.

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"Mom and Dad"

Under the cyan sky, Xue Hua stood on the hill with tears streaming down her eyes and muttered to herself, her sad eyes passed through the mountains, looking in the direction of the village where she had been born and raised for twelve years.

Not far away, there was the sound of dead branches breaking, she hurriedly wiped away her tears, let go of the chest that was still bleeding all the way, and grabbed the mouth of the cellar with both hands and drilled into the sweet potato cellar that had been abandoned for many years.

The mouth of the sweet potato cellar is facing downward, built like a shaft in the north, and the space is the size of a bedroom, and the cellar mouth is equipped with a suspension ladder all year round.

Speaking of which, this is her hometown, and their ancestors have lived in this place for four generations for more than a hundred years, until her grandfather's youth.

Specifically, it was 50 years ago that I left here.

Fifty years ago, after the Great Earthquake in the Lingding Ocean, the wildlife underwent unknown changes and the place was no longer suitable for survival, so her grandfather moved his family to the current location.

However, even after 50 years, the old garden still lives in the story of grandparents.

So Xue Hua, who had never been here, was very familiar with everything here, and came straight before the night completely fell, and fortunately didn't encounter anything strange.

As soon as her feet hit the ground, her mind relaxed, and she stumbled to the ground, and she was about to sit up with all her spirits, but then it occurred to her that it seemed unnecessary.

Lying on his back in a different position, his muscles gradually relaxed, and the severe pain transmitted from the wounds all over his body to the nerve center.

But the pain didn't seem like much to her, because she was already tired, tired, tired, very tired.

When you close your eyelids, you won't be able to worry about anything, and you don't even care if this sweet potato cellar will be found by the minions of the evil god.

However, she didn't sleep for more than a moment before tears ran down the corners of her eyes and soaked the dirt under the pillow on the back of her head.

Obviously, the world of dreams is not a paradise either.

On an early autumn night, the ruins of the village built on the hillside are exceptionally silent, with insects, birds, frogs, and nothing.

High in the air above the top of the mountain, two men in Hanfu circles dressed in ancient styles flew in.

They stood in the void without any fear, their clothes dancing lightly in the wind, floating like immortals. One person is in green clothes, and the other is in white clothes.

"Tsk, you're really ruthless, that's your uncle and aunt."

The man in Tsing Yi had an extra colorful feather fan in his hand out of thin air, fanning it leisurely, pursing his thin lips slightly, and laughing.

"You were there at the time, if you can't bear it, you can do it yourself." The man in white replied lightly, and his tone was not the slightest wave.

"Hahaha, you don't want the container to come from your house, I can't?"

The man in Tsing Yi snorted, then made a chopping gesture, and asked casually, "Are you going to cut the grass and eradicate the roots now?"

"No, send her a system." A red light flew out of the sleeve of the man in white and aimed at Xue Hua's location, falling vertically.

Seeing the red light penetrate Xue Hua's eyebrows, the man in white withdrew his gaze, bowed slightly to the man in Tsing Yi, turned around and floated into the distance.

The man in Tsing Yi watched the man in white disappear into the distant sky, his face was not obvious, but he warned himself in his heart: You have to guard against this person, he is no longer the good brother who can entrust his life.

Thousands of years have passed in another world, and the blue star is in a moment.

Thousands of years of cultivating immortals have made this person's mentality change extremely, and he has become unusually indifferent.

For him, to stop all this, but to do it backhandedly, he watched and let it go, and he only had his own calculations in his eyes.