Skinny and withered four weirdos

An unexpected encounter with Mr. West

The four of them, dressed in the same black robes and with the same wooden expressions on their faces, stood there straight, without making a sound.

The four of them, one skinny, skinny like a malnourished monkey.

A small, small one is like a four- or five-year-old child.

A withered, withered one is like a dead branch on a tree in late autumn and early winter.

One is dry, dry like a dry corpse that has been buried in the soil for hundreds of years and then crawled out.

After a long time, the thin man said coldly, "Go!" ”

His voice was hoarse, as if it had been sandpaper in his throat.

"Where?" I asked, looking at the skinny man.

"Go to the main hall!" The thin man still said coldly.

"What are you doing in the main hall?" I asked.

"Go see Mr. West." After the thin man finished speaking, the four men turned around and strode forward at the same time.

Yunnan, in the continuous mountains separated from Changbai Mountain, there is such a boundary.

It is covered with clouds and mist all year round, and poisonous weeds are overgrown.

The fog here is as thick as rice milk, and it can't be dissolved. Only on rare occasions of the year does the fog lift away, revealing a rubble of ruins that had been hidden here.

Ruin.

No, it can't be called ruins.

Because there will be no complete city walls, courtyards, and pavilions in the ruins, there will naturally be no pyramids in the ruins, and there will be no gold bricks in the ruins.

The bricks are really made of gold, and the sunlight shines through the mist as thin as the wings of a cicada, shining brightly and dazzlingly.

The light is not just a little, but many, many, many points.

The walls, bunkers, pavilions and pavilions in this ruin are actually made of gold, and even the huge pyramid is made of gold.

What is this place?

What exactly is this place?

Is it heaven?

Or is it hell full of tempting murderous machines?

No one knows, no one has actually been here, and the people who want to come here are already dead, dead in this mist as thick as rice soup.

All that remains is the city of gold, which people have been living in mythology since childhood.

The fog gradually turned from light to thick.

The sky also began to turn from sunny to cloudy.

No one has been here in this forest for a long time, because the people of the neighborhood know that this is a place that has been abandoned by the god in their hearts. This is the hell of this world, no matter who it is, no matter what kind of animal, as long as you are alive, as long as you dare to approach here, your life will be ended.

However, at this time, someone came, and it was not alone, it was a team.

There were about twelve or thirteen, twelve or thirteen people of different races, nationalities, and colors.

Although their appearances are different, they are all muscular and hideous-looking warriors. They are obviously battle-hardened, their steps are light for fear of alarming everything around them, they are well-equipped, the most advanced weapons, the most advanced detection instruments, the best night vision goggles, the best communication equipment, these are more than enough to deal with any unexpected situation that will happen next.

They walked slowly, but their faces were full of confidence.

Because they know that there are the best people in the business standing next to them, and they all believe in their teammates as much as they believe in themselves.

"How can the weather here be the same as the proportions of the face, and it will change?" A big white man said in Chinese, not very fluent.

And at his words, the black man named Billy was unhappy and continued, "You just fucking say that you will change your face!" ”

"Hahaha! Billy is angry! Our lovely Billy is! The white man shouted with a big laugh.

"Shut the fuck up for me!" At this time, a middle-aged Chinese who took the lead scolded harshly: "No more fucking nonsense, believe it or not, I tore the mouths of the two of you apart?" ”

"I'm sorry, boss!" The big white man and Billy apologized at the same time.

"Boss, what do you think that is?" Just as the two men finished speaking, a big black man next to him suddenly spoke.

Listening to his tone, he was extremely surprised, obviously seeing something incredible.

"Big Bear, what do you see?" The Chinese man asked with a frown after hearing the words of this big black man.

"Where's the head...... There seems to be a person somewhere...... No...... It's like a sedan chair! Big Bear said in a trembling tone of extreme horror.

Jiaozi, in such a deep mountain and old forest, and then in such a lifeless place, in addition to their group, how can there be other people, how can there be Jiaozi.

However, at this time, there was really a delicate top that appeared leisurely in the dense fog not far in front of them.

Gray-white fog, gray-white petite, gray-white two people.

Jiaozi looks like it's light and thin, like paper, swaying in the wind.

And the two people also seemed to be made of paper, with gray-white clothes, gray-white hats, and gray-white faces. What's more, they are also swaying with the wind, the light ones are like they have no bones, the light ones are really made of paper, as if the wind is a little stronger and can blow them away in this forest.

However, they were not blown away by the wind, they just stood less than five meters away from these people, crying without moving.

Yes, you read that right, they are crying, and they are crying very sadly.

This cry is like a sad swan song, so that everyone who hears this cry has an indescribable sadness in their hearts.

This kind of sadness makes people desperate and sad, like the feeling of a couple of lovers in love who have to break up for some reason, or like the desolation of a pet who has been with you for many years and leaves you overnight.

This feeling cannot be expressed, and only those who have heard it can know the helplessness in it.

The crying continued, and the sedan chair and the two men were still swaying in the wind.

But where is that group?

They were still there, still where they had been, but they were no longer standing, but lying on the ground, motionless.

A person can naturally lie down, but a living person can move, and if he does not move, he is naturally a dead person.

How could this team of well-armed and well-trained people be turned into a pile of dead people in an instant?

No one knows, no one knows how they could have fallen in an instant.

No one knew what had happened after they heard those cries.

The people who found out about them only knew that they saw a faint red line in their throat, which was thin and shallow, as if someone had gently swiped it on their necks with a red ballpoint pen. However, this line happened to cut the artery in their neck, and it was their own knife that caused the red line.

They fell, and the palanquin and the two men disappeared as if they had never been there.

The only proof that they had been here was that as they left, there was a faint singing voice in the distance.

The singing is poignant and tactful, like a ghost crying, and like a heavenly sound.

"How deep is the courtyard? The willows pile up smoke, and the curtain has no repetition. Yule carved saddle tour smelter, the height of the building does not see Zhangtai Road. The rain and wind are wild in March twilight, the door is covered at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring. Tearful eyes asked Huahua silently, and the red flew over the swing. ”

The wind, cold and damp, blew through the graveyard with a rotten, musty smell in my face, and I couldn't help but shiver.

And in such a place, it's not just the wind that sends chills down my spine, but of course, the people and the strange place.

The main hall mentioned by the thin man's mouth is actually the main burial chamber in this tomb, but what makes people feel very uncomfortable is that there are lanterns hanging here, big red lanterns.

Blood-red lanterns are hung almost all over the main tomb, making it look like a new house in ancient times, but the new house will naturally not be in the tomb anymore, even if it is a secret marriage, the master will not know the new house in such a place.

But why does Mr. West hang these red lanterns here?

Blood-like red lanterns illuminate the place. Then by the light of the fire I could clearly see everything in this burial chamber, and I saw that there was a large sarcophagus in it, and there were two stone chairs on the side of the sarcophagus, and on the side of the stone chair was a large stone table, and on the stone table sat a very beautiful woman, a very young woman, only sixteen or seventeen years old, and this woman was the girl who took me in.

It's just that at this time, she no longer has the previous expression of complete contempt, her expression at this time is very serious, her cuffs are rolled up high, and she holds a knife in her right hand and stabs her left arm.

saw a flash of the knife, and there was a deep and long cut on her left arm.

However, her face was completely expressionless, as if her knife had completely cut someone else's arm.

She slowly raised her hand and walked leisurely to the sarcophagus, letting the blood on her arm fall drop by drop, just like the blood of others, and she didn't care at all.

She walked up to the sarcophagus in a very graceful posture and put her hand into the inside of it.

And at this time, the arm that had been thin, dry, and dark slowly stretched out from the sarcophagus, this is an old man's hand, the old one is like a rice dumpling that has been dead for many years, and more importantly, there is no hand on this arm.

The hand was broken at the wrist, it was cut off by a sharp weapon, and the wound was still new, and blood was oozing out of it from time to time at the moment.

Whose hand does this hand belong to?

Why does it look familiar?

Could it be......

I didn't go any further, for it was at this moment that the owner of the hand suddenly sat up from the sarcophagus, and he held the little girl's hand tightly with his hands, and he greedily sucked the blood that flowed from his arm, like a bloodthirsty bat seeing the freshest blood.

After a long time, he finally let go of the little girl, and the girl also fell to the ground in a coma due to excessive blood loss.

The old man sighed and turned his head to look at me.

"Divine Doctor Xue!" I was prepared, but when I saw this old man, I still couldn't help blurting out. "Why are you here?"

"How did I end up here? Ha ha! Of course I'm here, because this is mine. And I'm ......" Doctor Xue looked at me and said with a smile: "I am Mr. West!" ”