275. Dig pits and bury people

The creatures that survive in the dark have always been afraid of fire, and they were killed by Mo Tong with a machete, killing nine out of ten. The flower-legged spiders, who were already frightened, saw the fire burning at this moment, and they were immediately frightened, and they opened their claws and fled in all directions. Some of the ones who fled slowly, their mouths open, squeaked and screamed all the way.

Mo Tong didn't care about those flower-legged spiders, looking at the demon fire that suddenly appeared on her side, she obviously felt that a great river of spiritual power was flowing in her limbs. It's a nice feeling!

Thinking that she should have left Lin Yukite, and two days later, the ban on her body has collapsed. That [Writing] is also water, and the ban on lifelong spiritual power was automatically lifted in two days.

Of course, she should still be grateful for its water, otherwise she may die of exhaustion.

The so-called spiritual power is in hand, I have it in the world, and without spiritual power, it is difficult to move an inch.

As the spiritual power recovered, the information that had been hidden in the darkness and disturbed by the flower-footed spider began to gather. They resembled holograms and began to reappear one by one in front of Ink Pupil's eyes.

About the past of this cave, about the past of these flower-legged spiders-

Mo Tong read it cursoly and found that this information was not of much value, except for a horizontal statement of its formation and the experience of several changes of ownership, and there was no historical vertical significance.

Because the space here is in a semi-closed state, those flower-legged spiders live in the underground darkness all year round except for predation, so there is no communication with the outside world.

Therefore, as far as Mo Tong is concerned, what kind of place this is, what era it belongs to, and why the sixteen people of [Against the Sky] teleported her here, I still don't know.

They worked so hard that night, it was the Yellow Springs Styx swimming, and the [Eight-Winged Ice Array], in order to catch her, it can be said that she took great pains, nine deaths, and the plan was not just to send food to this group of flower-legged spiders.

There must be a conspiracy in this, is it because of her Mo surname and Hitomi's name?

The remnants of the Mo family?

Or is it Qin Roufeng, Si Yue Fengyan and the like?

Or the Empire?

Forget it, no matter who it is, she has to give them some color to see, otherwise anyone will dare to pinch her, disgusting and disgusting, just because of a black surname Hitomi name has been repeatedly put to death. I don't know how hateful, vicious, and rebellious she is.

In fact, she just wants to be a happy little monster.

How should the world deal with me, how should they deceive me, insult me, despise me, slander me, or kill me?

But one can be two and four times, otherwise, you can only kill back!

Mo Tong raised her fingertips and tapped them on the several clusters of flames floating beside her, and the scarlet demon fire swirled and jumped on her fingertips, turning into a lump at one moment, and several lumps at a time. Although these flower-legged spiders hunt for food out of instinct, it is a pity that they choose the wrong target to hunt. If you hunt this kind of thing, if you do it well, you will have meat to eat, and if you don't do it well, you will be killed.

Obviously, this group of flower-legged spiders is unlucky.

The ink pupil's fingers flickered, and the demon fire on her fingertips moved with her thoughts, instantly turning into an all-round projector, shooting out tens of thousands of flame rays.

The demon fire was fueled by the flesh and blood of spiders, corpses/blocks, and it rose wildly, and everything was just a blink of an eye, and this huge and empty spider cave was ignited and burned in a sea of fire.

This fire burned very fiercely, not only burned the flower-legged spider in the cave, burned her dirty, but also burned half of the mountain where the spider cave was located.

The sun fell overhead, as pale as ever, with a little cold, the blue sky and white clouds that had not been seen for a long time, as if a hundred lifetimes had passed.

The ink pupil vibrated the wings of the fire feather butterfly and climbed the stairs in the sea of fire. The scarlet demon fire followed her straight out of the spider cave and burst into the air, exploding one colorful firework after another.

She came out and came out alive! Whether it is [Against the Sky], or Lin Yukite, or the mastermind behind all this, it's time to give them some color to take a look.

Her strength to burn half of the mountain directly does not allow her to keep a low profile anymore!

If Xiu Tong wants to wake up, then let her wake up, she won't let anyone go anyway. In a sense, it's equivalent. Of course, it's best to harvest them yourself – ouch,!

Mo Hitomi, who was flapping his wings in mid-air, suddenly screamed and fell face down in the jungle halfway up the mountainside.

The reason for her sudden disappearance was the dissipation of the fire feather butterfly wings, along with the spiritual power in her body that was like a large river with wide waves.

Why is this banned again?

Mo Tong hung lovelessly on a crooked-necked tree, like a newly dead hanged ghost. The loss of spiritual power made the pain and fatigue of the body completely attack, so that she didn't even have the strength to move the tips of her fingers.

Mo Tong silently greeted the eighteenth generation of Lin Yuyuan's ancestors in his heart, and also greeted the [Writing] and its ancestor master who could be closed by water, and then fainted.

She hung herself from the crooked neck tree for a day and a night, and it was not until noon on the next day that the clothes hanging on the crooked neck tree could not bear her weight, and she was rescued from the state of a hanged ghost.

There are always thousands of coincidences in the world, and she fell impartially in front of the young man who was enjoying the shade under the tree. Adhering to her always sad fate, this fall only happened to fall in front of him, there is no magic of love to turn in circles, and there is no hero to save beauty, the falling flowers and flowing water have love, the only thing is that her face hit the ground first, half cut into the soil.

The young man who was eating bread and drinking water was startled by the corpse that fell from the sky, and immediately stopped eating the bread and drinking the water, and immediately jumped up from the ground, picked up the dead branch on one side, and was on full alert, ready to attack.

However, he did not wait for the expected violence/force/killing, on the contrary, the wind and waves here were eerily calm, and there was not even insects chirping, birds chirping, wind and leaves moving. The boy sighed, sadness and despair on his face, and loosened the dead branch in his hand.

He had been in this forest for three days. Basically, the food has been exhausted, and the bread and water just now are the last food.

A day before, while resting in a giant tree, he had seen a sudden fire break out on this side, and the battle was extremely strong. I wanted to take a detour, afraid that [they] would come to chase him, but I wanted to try my luck and see if the person who set the fire was an acquaintance who escaped like him. After all, there were more than two dozen people involved in the Great Escape that night.

Although the situation was urgent that night, and they were all busy fleeing for their lives, they were not all arrested, and no one was encountered. He is not the only one with a high idea, who escaped, and he didn't believe it himself.

Of course, he had prepared for the worst when he came here - it was probably [them] who set the fire, and when he came, he was throwing himself into the net.

Defectors, a dead end.

Trapped here is also a dead end.

It's better to die anyway, it's better to gamble on luck, and he doesn't want to die, he doesn't want to die at all.

In fact, there is still a glimmer of life when [they] are captured. But now, it seems that there is no life left. He came with hope and apprehension, but he didn't encounter anything, except for a corpse, which still didn't help the damn fate!

The boy blinked, took a closer look at Ink Hitomi's corpse, and then smacked Ink Hitomi's arm with the dead branch in his hand.

Mo Tong was buried in the soil, and the pain on her face and body was already so painful that she was about to close herself, so she did not respond to the young man's tentative scolding.

The young man slammed a few times, and when he saw that Mo Tong didn't respond, he looked around, intending to find a piece of feng shui treasure land, dig a pit for this tragically dead corpse, and bury it.

The crooked-necked tree on the opposite side is good, like a big umbrella, and it can also shelter from the wind and rain. Poor man, you also met me and I have someone to collect the body for you, if you meet someone else......

Life is so impermanent!

He can help her dig a pit and bury her corpse today, I wonder if he will meet the same kind person tomorrow when he bursts into the corpse wilderness!

Ay!

May everyone in the world be kind, and may he escape from here and return to his hometown!

After choosing a place, he did what he said, and the boy dug and dug and dug and dug with all his heart, and even went back halfway to measure the length of Mo Pupil's body with his dead branches. After all, this is the first time in his life that he has buried someone, and he must be artistic, and his aesthetics must not be insulted.

Finally, when dusk was approaching, the boy finally dug the pit, and when he was about to bury the ink pupil, Mu thought that the body was gone!

At that moment, the young man's hairs stood up, and cold sweat followed, thinking that he might be dazzled, so he rubbed his eyes, looked around again, and still didn't see it at all.

Was it dragged away by something?

If it was dragged away by something strange, why didn't the [bell flute] on his body call the police?

[Bell Flute] can't be broken, [Bell Flute] didn't call the police, which proves that there are no such things, so where did the corpse go? Could it be that the corpse came alive on its own? it? Is it possible that it is not a corpse at all, but a humanoid spirit cultivated in this mountain!

If it's a spirit, then why didn't [Bell Flute] call the police?

The boy's mind exploded, as if he had fallen into a dead loop, as if he had fallen into the abyss of despair, and his thoughts suddenly turned into a mess, leaving only one thought to escape, but somehow he couldn't move at all.

It's like escaping and stumbling on a ghost, and it's so touching that I want to cry.

When the young man looked around in a panic, wanted to run but his feet were weak, and he was desperate to the extreme, Mo Tong, who had been watching him perform for a long time on the side, said coldly:

"Are you looking for me?"

Listening to the sound of the cold machinery, the boy's mind finally went blank, and then he looked back stiffly, and was instantly frightened into the pit he had dug himself.

I saw that Mo Tong's eyes were blood-red, his face was full of blood, his hair was scattered, and he was dressed in rags, he was simply a demon who had just crawled out of hell!

The young man sat down in the pit, looking at her with a chill down his spine, frightened and frightened, isn't he already dead, how can he live again? Is it a youkai? I used to hear the old people say that the woman who died in red was very angry, and nine times out of ten she was a terrible ghost, but I didn't expect him to catch up.

People in the world often say that they lift a stone to shoot themselves in the foot, and this can be regarded as a good story, digging a pit and burying himself.