Xishuangbanna is the name of this vast tropical mountain land in our time, what is the name of this era, I listened to the horse's feet talk for a long time and didn't figure it out. I only know that the misty depths are the hometown of tea, and the legendary god of tea who blessed all the people lives there.

When I stopped at the horse shop along the road, the enthusiastic shopkeeper saw me looking at the misty green mountains and beautiful waters, so he walked up to me and chatted with me in a simple dialect.

The previous scene of the Blood Wolf King was probably spread through Luo Quanzhi's mouth, so my prestige in the hearts of the horse's feet was unprecedentedly improved, which directly led to the fact that when I settled in the horse shop along the way, there were even young offspring who admired me and took the initiative to help me and Sharon take care of the mules and horses.

In this way, I was happy to be idle, and when I saw that there were people at work, I simply let go of my hands and feet to talk to the shops that had run mule and horse inns in this realm for generations.

The countryman's surname is Chen, and his ancestors are Han people who migrated from the Central Plains in the early years. It has been passed down to his generation for dozens of generations. According to Lao Chen, the continuous Hundred Poison Mountain opposite Madian is exactly where Zhuge Wuhou captured Meng Shu back then, and it is full of miasma, the forest is deep and mixed, and people will get lost if they are not careful.

Especially in the past few years, there were also groups of wild wolves in the mountains, specifically eating the bodies of those merchants who were poisoned by miasma, and later, they even dared to blatantly attack the local residents, which made people panic, and once even the villagers who often went deep into the old forest to collect medicine did not dare to enter the mountains alone.

Hearing him talk about this, Luo Quan, who was sitting with his senior brothers drinking tea on the side, couldn't help but interject: "Brother, then you have to thank us, the leader of that group of ghost wolves has already let us kill him." ”

"Really?" When the fellow heard this, he was overjoyed for a while, and his expression immediately turned into a look of suspicion.

"Of course it's true! I don't believe you ask him. He cut off the wolf king's head. Luo Quan saw that the shopkeeper didn't believe it, and just wanted to raise the bar, but he was called by his senior brother, so he had to shrug his shoulders, point at me, and kick the conversation.

"This ...... Hero... Is this true? ”

Seeing that the countryman's face was full of expectation, I couldn't bear to perfunctory him anymore, so I had to nod and admit it, and by the way, I simply told him the process of killing the wolf king under his repeated requests. Of course, I didn't mention the secrets about the she-wolf king's transformation into a blood wolf, and that it was also an ancestral insect-level demon beast.

Despite this, this news still caused a lot of shock in the local area, and during the half day of the caravan's stay, I did almost nothing, and I was tired to death by caring for the villagers who came to deliver meat and rice in an endless stream.

Mainly, this so-called "heroic" experience, let me talk about it once or twice is still fresh, if it is repeated a hundred times, the vanity in the admiring eyes of the awe-inspiring fellows has faded a lot, and the partial-born fellows still like to admit death, and they don't pester me to ask this and that.

In the end, in the face of the continuous influx of people, I just numbly summarized the course of the incident in a few sentences, and the conversation was perfunctory.

To be honest, if I had to choose again, I would rather let Luo Quan's stunned youth go out of the limelight. Sometimes, the hero's sharpness may be really worn out by the kind compliments of the big guys.

"How? What does it feel like to be a hero? "Finally following the horse team and escaping from this place, Sharon couldn't help but smile and tease me when she saw my fear.

"What else do you say? Now I understand what it means that the greater the ability, the greater the pressure! ”

I have a good motive for saying this, and if everybody came to ask me to help them deal with the tigers, leopards, and jackals that were harassing their homes, I would be too busy. That kind of thing, let's leave it to the real heroes to do. We are the little people who steal and play tricks, and we still make a lot of money in a muffled voice.

Seeing that I was serious, Sharon stopped laughing at me and talked to me about the Blood Wolf. Since I haven't had time to study the bloody Neidan, I don't have many clues. But two clues are certain:

One is that this blood wolf should have cultivated a body of anger in the Hundred Poison Mountain, which can be seen through the several giant wolf children it has raised. Those giant wolves covered with erosive sores should have obtained an excessive amount of toxins from its ** since they were children, otherwise, it would not have been possible to have such an exaggerated mutation.

Fortunately, they have not yet grown into adulthood, so they will be killed by us, otherwise, if they really let them eat enough human flesh to give birth to cultivation, I am afraid it will not be something we can deal with.

The second point is that aliens such as divine beasts, demonic beasts, and demon beasts can be created through cultivation.

When I saw all kinds of rare and exotic beasts with Linda in Kunlun Mountain, I naively wanted to use the scientific principles of natural selection to explain the many dazzling mutations, but I didn't know that most of them were difficult to explain by the environment.

For example, the previous she-wolf king could control the entire wolf tribe by promoting the "king worm" to improve intelligence and mental power, and then rely on the promotion of the "ancestral worm" to be reborn and incarnate as a "blood wolf".

Even, according to what Luo Quan said, if we didn't kill it when it was born, after completely controlling the spiritual energy of the "Ancestral Worm" level in the later stage, maybe it could also "evolve" into a "demon beast" with peerless magical powers.

Thinking of this, I can't help but think, if I one day achieve the ultimate success and become a real person, will I also get the opportunity to reinvent myself? In that case, the upper limit of this physical talent will be infinitely magnified.

Perhaps, at that time, I will really have the opportunity to get in touch with what Linda calls "another world".

Ah Xia may have been quietly hiding in that world. And her enemies are also hiding somewhere.

If I could, I would really like to use this trip to the Ancient Path to find out more about the other dimension of the world. Whether it's through an adventure like fighting a blood wolf to the death, or an adventure in talking to an ancestor like Facesm.

Returning my wandering thoughts to the deity, I suddenly felt a tingling pain in my body. What's going on? Wasn't the injury suffered during the battle with the blood wolf before already erased by switching the soul power to the ghost mode using the reincarnation mirror!

After carefully perceiving it with my heart and eyes, I realized that the function of the body was not a big problem, and the problem was the qi in the body.

Could it be that we are poisoned?

I was suspicious, but I felt a sinking in my hand, and when I heard the sound, I looked back and saw that my mule and horse, which had been working diligently, had crooked its neck, hit the ground, and was motionless.

What a situation!

Not only this horse, but in an instant, more than a dozen horses in the team fell to the ground one after another, and four or five horses with stunned faces were relatively close to the swamp, and their eyes were black and fainted to the ground.

Seeing this, I quickly took out the bell, and shook it without saying a word, the bell was three long and two short, but to inform the pot head Uncle Gesang in front of me that the team was in distress and quickly supported!

After a while, Uncle Gesang's response came from ahead. The bell rang shortly, indicating that he was rushing back.

By now, my poisoned and fallen horse was foaming at the mouth and turning its eyes out. Seeing that it was unsteady on its feet, I had to remove the load from its back and let Sharon's horses share some of the rest, while Sharon and Sharon each carried some of the rest.

I thought it might be able to stand up again, but when I squatted down to observe, the horse was lying on its stomach weakly, with only air intake, no air out.

And just as I was startled by the horse's weak appearance, and hesitated whether to leave as soon as possible or wait for Uncle Gesang to come, the lilac miasma around me seemed to have become a little thicker.

At this moment, Sharon, who had always been calm and calm, suddenly pointed to the swamp in the distance and beckoned me with some uneasiness.

"What's that?"

"Oh my God! Could it be the bones of an elephant! ”

When I was able to restore the general shape of the mutilated skeleton with my mind and eye, my heart immediately cooled. Even a giant creature like an elephant is trapped in this poisonous swamp, and it is not a matter of minutes for our small bodies to be eroded by venom.

Obviously, this place is not suitable for a long stay.

However, it seems that it is a little late to make a decision at this time. After the horse's feet in front of me stumbled to the ground, two of my companions fell immediately behind me. I just wanted to scream, and I suddenly felt dizzy.

This time, I didn't expect it to be because of carelessness and folded in this southern barbarian miasma.

I was panicking, and suddenly there was a bell sound from far and near in a trance, and when I shook my head and stood up, the old and strong Uncle Gesang had already rushed over. As he approached, I struggled to see that his face, including the mouth and nose of the head horse, was wrapped in a very coarsely cut rag.

Immediately, the smell of urine from the rags almost staggered me and I fell to the ground.

It is also strange to say that the body that was originally soft and powerless was stimulated by the smell of smelly urine, and suddenly regained some consciousness, and his hands and feet were more than he had just listened to the call. Could it be that —

Can this urine still detoxify?

At the moment when I was wondering, Uncle Gesang on the horse was already shouting at me through the strip of cloth he had cut casually:

"Quick, cut off the corners of your clothes, soak yourself in urine and cover your mouth and nose, and flush out the miasma as soon as possible!"

After saying that, he didn't wait for me to respond, he had already patted his horse, and continued to beckon the horses behind me who were choking on the poisonous gas.

Although it is embarrassing and feels a little dirty, as the saying goes: the lesser of two evils! Is it smoked? Or die?

The answer is obvious.

After the trade-off, I quickly cut off a corner of the robe, cut it in two, and gave Sharon a section. Then he found a trough to feed the horses, brewed it for a while, turned around and took out the guy and put the water out.

After I was done, I directly soaked my cloth strip in urine according to Uncle Gesang's explanation, and endured the stench and covered my face. Turning around, Sharon looked at my masterpiece and hesitated, only waved my hand to let me put a "gas mask" on her horse first, and raised her eyebrows and burrowed into the grass.

From my point of view, I could vaguely see something, and after seeing a white flower through the blades of grass, I instantly understood. It turns out that this big girl wants to solve it on her own. That's whatever she wants, of course.

After both of us had taken care of the horses, and everyone around us had regained their mobility according to the method taught by the pot head, I remembered to make another gas mask out of the rest of my materials, and was going to put on my fallen horse earlier.

Unbeknownst to it, squatting down on all fours and probing beside it, the unlucky horse was already bleeding from seven holes and was dying.

I immediately felt a heartache when I saw this, after all, it was a good partner who had been with me for a few months.

But now that the situation is urgent, I can't care about anything else, so I have to endure the pain and follow the instructions of the pot head, and follow the horse's hoof prints to the upwind of the poisonous swamp...... Tomb Hunter East White