Under the plane tree, among the flowers, a giant python opened its bloody mouth and twisted its body like a bucket, as if playing, and sucked the hunter's body into its mouth.

The hunter had just entered the mouth of the python, a kind of suffocation like being strangled by the neck, forcing him to kick his hands and feet, and a foul-smelling bloody breath woke him up, where is this, red and fresh, twists and turns, surrounded by elk that had strayed into the trap and was still struggling, a wild boar that had been shot by a bow and arrow, and rushed towards his face with a cluster of arrows, and a small snake swung its half-skinned body, and shot at his eyes like a desperate shot.

Where, the hunter had already been frightened, and he closed his eyes again, and let the screams and wails of all kinds of beasts and birds in his ears, and he was like a zombie, floating in hell. At this moment, he seemed to feel that he had come to a tight, narrow place, and the stench of this place was more than ten times stronger than all the stench he had just smelled.

The hunter couldn't take it anymore, he felt himself vomit with a wow, and then he seemed to feel a pop, as if someone had farted, and he was sprayed out with the stench, and where was this, the hunter in a semi-comatose state, had a feeling of being reincarnated.

At first, he felt as if his body was being held by a long, dirty, unbearably stinking, but soft thing, but just when he felt that he was about to suffocate to death, or about to be smoked to death, the soft thing loosened and tightened, and then discharged a stench, and he was sprayed out along with the stench.

The hunter who was sprayed out suddenly had a different feeling, he felt like a prisoner who was escorted to the execution ground, the executioner had already brandished the butcher's knife, and was about to cut off his head, when suddenly there was a gust of wind that covered the sky and the sun, and this gust of wind instantly blew away the butcher's knife in the executioner's hand, and he was also blown into the air by this gust of wind.

Wow, frightened, the hunter subconsciously opened his eyes, not bad, the eyes are still working, where is this, before he can think about it, a bitter sweet, refreshing aroma wafted into his nostrils, the hunter was a little intoxicated, and completely forgot everything that had just happened.

However, although he forgot, God did not seem to forget, just when the hunter breathed in the sweet air, another gust of wind blew on his face, and the intoxicated hunter began to look up, the sky is blue, yes, so where is he?

So, the hunter began to look down again, and he was immediately startled at this look, he was more than ten feet high from the ground, what was going on, the hunter began to turn his head, and all around him were leaves, green and fat leaves, as if to wrap him, and then look closely, he recognized this kind of leaves, which were plane tree leaves.

What was the matter, the hunter looked at it again, and he was immediately frightened into a cold sweat, but it turned out that he was hanging from a tall plane tree, but not on a dense branch, but on a branch that seemed to be specially intended to hang him, which was so thin and long that it stretched a few feet away from the other branches.

This branch provoked him, like a wine flag slanted outside the wine shop in the market town, waving in the wind.

Below, yes, under his feet or under his body, maybe under his head, anyway, the hunter was a little confused, in the confusion, he vaguely saw that there were flowers below, so everything that happened just now made him think again, so that he was not dead, obviously he had been swallowed by the giant python, how could it be like this.

The hunter flickered back and forth on the branches, and in the drift, the hunter thought about it, and finally found an explanation, he must have walked around the belly of the python, and then came out again, if that was the case, the python should still be there, Mom, how is this good?

The hunter mustered up the last bit of courage and began to look around, without the shadow of the python, it would not hide in this big tree, no, it should not, absolutely not, otherwise, the python would definitely eat it again when it saw him come out, so the hunter's heart settled down somewhat.

The silver moonlight sprinkled on the leaves, and mottled dots appeared on the ground, and even the hunters who were hanging on the branches of the trees appeared with spots, like patterns on the cheetah's body, and the hunters were watching, oh, it was dark, the sun was setting, and the moon was rising.

The hunter who was hanging on the branch was very uncomfortable, and he was 100% afraid, because the branch was only worn on the collar of his neck, and once the collar of his clothes was opened, he was bound to fall, and what the consequences of falling would be, without him thinking carefully, just looking at the height above the ground, he understood.

What to do, the hunter thought about it, thought about it, thought about it, and thought about it, but at last he mustered up his courage and wanted to jump to the ground, but when he struggled hard, twisted his body repeatedly, and let his body float around, he was still hanging from the branches.

The hunter in desperation, at this time felt weak, the bone frame was about to be scattered, he wanted to shout for help, but in this deep mountain, who would come to rescue him, shout, he felt useless, don't shout, and was afraid of missing the opportunity, just when the hunter hesitated, his mouth did not know why, but suddenly opened, and then gaggled a few times, and finally came out; "Help, help!" The shouts.

The sound is not loud, not to mention that it can stir up the valley, even if it is difficult to reach the ground, however, he opened his mouth to call for help, but he couldn't stop, just listen to his left cry for help, right call for help, I don't know how long it has been, anyway, when the hunter is feeling that his cry for help is just stuck in his throat, he hears a crisp baby sound in the flowers below; "Who's swinging around above my head, shouting for help!"

The sweet and crisp sound made the hunter hear, at first he didn't believe it, and he didn't say anything, but then there was a cool mountain breeze, and he seemed to have a little spirit all of a sudden, so what are you hesitating about, quickly open your eyes and see, who is talking, what if it is a passing passerby?

The leisurely hunter opened his eyes again, and looked under the sound, at first glance, he felt the golden light, it must be that his eyes were full of golden flowers, but fortunately, his hands could still move, so he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and the golden light in front of him disappeared, and in the silver moonlight, what came into his eyes were patches of peony flowers blooming around the plane tree, and the huge orange-red peony flowers seemed to be bigger than what he saw on the ground, of course, the hunter did not care about the size of the flowers, he was looking for a place to make a sound to speak.

He tried to look down, and the branch hanging around his neck was a little in the way, and there was no way, and the obstacle had to be done, for the voice below came again; "Hey, I said you, you guy is quite good at playing, wandering around, but it smells bad, it smells bad, you better leave me quickly, save me from smoking."

The hunter followed the direction of the voice, bent his neck downward, and tried to make his face face to the ground, which he saw, but it turned out that about a dozen feet away from him, that is, where the peony flowers bloomed most luxuriantly, there was a peony standing tall among the flowers, and she was a head taller than the other peonies, and the flowers on it were the size of a basin.

He had never seen such a large peony flower, not to mention the peony flower, like a big peony, sunflower, and lotus, what kind of flower he had never seen, but he had never seen such a big flower, the hunter's heart was a little excited, and he instantly forgot that he was still hanging on the tree, still wandering back and forth, so he said to himself; "What a king of flowers, what a beautiful peony flower king."

As soon as the hunter's voice of admiration was spoken, he heard the following words be spoken; "Although you stink very much, and the words you say are very good, let me ask you, do you really think I am beautiful?"

When the hunter heard the following question, he immediately replied; "Who are you, I can't see you, I was just saying that the biggest peony flower is very beautiful."

The hunter finished speaking for a long time, but there was no other sound, and the hunter's heart became a little irritable, and it was not a way to hang on the branch like this, how should it be, the hunter quickly thought about the imperative before him, but he could not find a solution even if he tried to break his head, and at this moment he heard whispers from under his feet; "Is it right or wrong for us to keep him?"

It was the sound of questioning, followed by disturbing answers; "Then who knows, anyway, looking at his vicious energy of shooting Mei Niangniang is not worthy of pity, and he should not be left behind."

Obviously, there was not a person talking below, but unfortunately the hunter couldn't see the person who spoke, listening to the voice, he thought it should be a group of girls, although the hunter felt a little strange, but he didn't dare to interject, because, in his mind, he felt that the girls below seemed to be talking about themselves.

Then the hunter's heart could not help beating a rattle, and at that moment he heard a whisper that was even quieter; "But, this is what Mei Niangniang meant, Mei Niangniang let us test him, as long as he can change his evil and return to the right, no longer have the heart to kill, let him live, and be our flower slave forever, I think this is also good, anyway, in this empty mountain, except for Mei Niangniang, who can occasionally come over to talk to us for a while, there will be no one to accompany us anymore."

"That's what you said, but, how do you say we should test him, should we just ask him directly, I'm afraid it's not okay, didn't Mei Niangniang tell us that there is nothing more sinister in the world than the human heart, it's better for us to test him first."

"Yes, yes, or my sister has a way."