I stopped what I was doing, not knowing what to do.

This situation is really weird, how can the tree bleed? Could it be that I cut a tree demon that has become a spirit, I damn it, that's really embarrassing, but after thinking about it, a cold sweat broke out instantly, if I stood on the side, and suddenly an irrelevant person pulled a knife on my finger, then what would I do? Damn it, I can't help but say that I beat him first until I don't even recognize his mother, damn it, I'm an ordinary person with a gentle temper who can still be like this, if this is really a dryad, wouldn't I be dead?

Thinking about it, I immediately held my breath nervously and stared at the bleeding tree in front of me, for fear that the next moment he would come back to life and eat me.

Fortunately, after waiting for a while, nothing happened, and the bleeding place on the branch that I had cut gradually stopped seeping out, and I was relieved. It seems that this dryad's temper is not ordinarily good! Can I continue to cut? Anyway, it's already half cut, and nothing has changed so far, so it should be fine!

I swallowed, my heart going up and down. At this time, I remembered some special trees, such as rubber trees, which can secrete healing sap on their own after being traumatized, but the rubber tree flows out of white sap, maybe this kind of tree is similar to the rubber tree, and can secrete its own liquid to repair the wound, but the color of the secreted sap is a little special.

Thinking so, I still don't dare to mess around, after all, I have just experienced those things, and who knows what the origin of these strange trees that exist in Yeling is.

After struggling for a long time, time passed little by little, I looked at my phone and found that it was already past eleven o'clock. I was shocked, it was about to be time, I thought of the curse on my body, I gritted my teeth, and said that I would fight, anyway, I have already cut half of it, even if I stop now, I will be offended by all those who should be offended, even if this tree is really refined, who can guarantee that I will not encounter such a situation again, in case of bleeding on other trees, then I am really going to collapse.

After making a decision, I turned my heart across and continued to cut. Sure enough, as I continued to cut the knife, the blood that had stopped seeping out began to come out again, and cold sweat broke out on my head, but my hands did not stop, until I completely cut off the branches, and my whole body was already weak.

I knew it was caused by extreme tension, and I was slightly relieved to look at the broken hole in the tree and see that it was indeed the core and not the bones. I didn't even dare to look at the human face on the trunk anymore, so I hurried out of the woods and came to the sinkhole to continue working on the branches.

It's not wrong to say that these trees are weird, but if you look closely at the branch and the bark that I cut off, you will find that the lines on it are very similar to human skin, and if you change the dark black color to flesh color, at first glance it will definitely mistake this branch for a human arm.

The twigs were easy to handle, I cut off the excess foliage, leaving only one side branch, so that it became a simple hook shape, and then I dug a small hole in the fracture of the hook, and threaded the tongue of the big-headed monster through it, tied the knot, and the hook was ready.

I tried it, although this hook is simple, but it is very strong, not to mention that the weight of the backpack is less than 20 kilograms, even if it is heavier than this, as long as it is not for technical reasons, it is very simple to hang the backpack, and the next thing is the work of the hanging backpack.

However, what I didn't expect was that my estimation of the distance of the backpack was a little inaccurate, the position of the backpack seemed to be only about three or four meters, but when I put the hook down, I found that the real distance exceeded my estimate.

I was a little discouraged, and I was about to retract the hook when I saw that the hook was actually not far from the backpack. I thought about it for a moment, so I just lay down on the edge of the cliff and put my hands down as much as I could.

It was a dangerous move, the stones on the edge of the sinkhole were very smooth and unreliable, and half of my body was out of the cliff, and if I was not careful, I would fall down the sinkhole and die without a place to be buried. Of course, danger is generally proportional to risk, and sure enough, by the time my men reached the limit of their bodies, the hook had already touched the backpack, and I was overjoyed, and I was busy controlling the rope to hook the strap of the backpack.

Because the tongue of the big-headed monster is very soft, the hook at the bottom can't withstand the force, and the angle of the strap is a little tricky, it is very difficult to hook the hook into the strap, I tried for more than ten minutes, still unsuccessful, and I can't help but feel a little irritable. I know that the most taboo thing to do this kind of delicate work is to be impetuous, take a deep breath, calm yourself, and then try again.

Probably because I had tried many times before, I had already mastered some tricks of force, and when I tried again this time, I easily hooked the strap of the backpack, and I was overjoyed and began to pull the rope up.

But what I never expected was that the backpack was only hooked up less than one meter, and the force below suddenly became a lot heavier. Fortunately, I reacted quickly, held the rope firmly with my arm, and then continued to pull slowly.

By the time the backpack was fully pulled up, I was half exhausted. The backpack suddenly became heavier, and I thought it was hooked by a branch below, but it wasn't until I pulled it to the edge of the sinkhole that I realized that I had guessed wrong, if it was a branch hooked, it would have been pulled up so high, and the branches and leaves must have broken.

But at this time, the joy of getting the backpack back washed away the doubts in my heart, and I reached out to grab the backpack without thinking about it, and the next second I just grabbed the backpack, a black shadow the size of a face disc swooped out from behind the backpack and pounced towards my front door.

I was choked by the sudden turn of events, but I immediately reflected on it, and saw clearly what was coming at me, and it was the big-headed monster with a broken tongue.

I really didn't expect this thing to hide under the backpack, I suddenly remembered that the backpack was on my back, and it was logically impossible to fall off by itself, but it was hanging on the crooked neck tree by the sinkhole, it seemed that it was a big-headed monster, but why did it steal my backpack, is it because of the bones of the backpack Lilan?

I was furious, and said that the fuck not only wanted my life, but also wanted to rob Lan's bones, and now he is still attacking me, even if I risk my life today, I will kill this thing.

Thinking about it, I didn't even bother to dodge, and raised the knife in my hand and stabbed at the oncoming big-headed monster. I was also dizzy, forgetting that this thing seemed to be a spirit, and sure enough, the knife in my hand passed through the body of the big-headed monster, as if it had passed through a phantom, and it had no effect on it at all, but I, because I didn't think about defending, suddenly suffered a blow on my face, and was scratched by its slender claws several bloody wounds.

Then I remembered that this thing seemed to be a spirit, but after thinking about it, I felt that it was wrong, if it was a spirit, why could that tongue be used by me as a hemp rope after it was broken?

I wondered in my heart, the big-headed monster also fell to the canopy of the side at this time, and a pair of soybean-sized eyes stared at me, until this time, I realized that the big-headed monster actually had eyes, but its eyes were too small, and its big mouth was too conspicuous, so the eyes have been ignored by me. At this time, it was staring at me with a cold and hateful gaze, and that look seemed to be spiritual, and I felt cold all over my body.

Youyan was caught just now, but fortunately it only hurt the eye socket, looking at the arrogant eyes of this beast full of hatred, the hot pain in the eyes stimulated me, and a violent anger rose from my heart, and at this time, the big-headed monster pounced again without knowing whether it was alive or dead.

Now I really turned from anger to evil, and without thinking about it, I watched the beast pounce again with its claws raised, and grabbed it directly with both hands.

Zizizizi!

At the moment when I grabbed the big-headed monster with both hands, a sizzling sound sounded, like a pile of things to be fried suddenly thrown into a hot oil pan, and in an instant, the big-headed monster didn't even have time to howl, and it had turned into a cloud of black smoke.

At this time, the anger that had risen inexplicably just now dissipated suddenly, and I looked at everything in front of me in disbelief, and I was shocked to find that my left hand was glowing with an undetectable red light, and at the same time there was a burning sensation.

It's not the first time I've felt this burning sensation, it's the same burning that woke me up from the nightmare just now. I hurriedly pulled up my sleeves, and sure enough, I saw the rakshasa grimace on my left hand smiling hideously, and there was a faint red light, which was more obvious than the red light I had just seen on my hand.

I was shocked in my heart, this Rakshasa grimace was in Fengyang, I appeared in my nightmare after losing consciousness in the ghost school, and when I woke up, this thing was imprinted on my hand, I thought it was just a mark, but I didn't expect this thing to be so mysterious.

But I always felt that this was not a good thing, and the Rakshasa grimace seemed to have something to do with the curse on my right hand.

I shook my head, knowing that these things had to wait until I found my grandmother and asked them in detail, otherwise no matter how much I guessed, it would be fruitless, so I didn't think about it again.

The red light dissipated in just a few breaths, and I looked at the time, and there were less than twenty minutes left, so I hurriedly untied the clothes from the rope hook and put them on, and untied the rope from the backpack.

The rope is more than 200 meters long, and it is an imported product that the third uncle brought home before, and it is said that he used his connections to get it from the department. This kind of rope fiber density is quite high, the load-bearing capacity is very strong, and at the same time the volume is not very large, which is more awesome than professional mountaineering ropes.

I don't know if the third uncle is bluffing me, but this time I entered the mountain considering that I might have to climb, so I brought it with me, but I didn't expect it to be really used.