At this moment, the center of the attacker split a way, like a river diverging from a boulder.

In the middle, a man walked.

He was the only one who didn't wear a mask, and he had a small strand of dirty, long white hair on his scalp, which he let flutter casually.

Linge looked at him dumbly, he felt that if this person was not wearing clothes, he really doubted that he was not human, and he couldn't figure out what kind of human race he was.

A thin figure, thinner than a telephone pole, a gray kaftan was draped over him, like on a drying rack.

The pale face, with almost no muscles, was like a piece left that was wrinkled than the old bark, dry, covered with patches of black age spots, and skin covered with black sarcoma.

The bridge of his nose was sharpened like a knife, like the sharp tip of a witch in cartoons, exaggerated and slender, and curved upwards like an upside-down fishhook.

And this person's eye sockets are sunken and scary, and the two white eyeballs are about to sink deep into the brain part of the most central part of the head, like a person without pupils, only a small black dot can be seen, is this a pupil, or is he blind?

It was not blind, it was a lame, with a strange snake-shaped cane, walking slowly, walking without a sound, and stepping on the snowy mountains, as if stepping on a wide sponge.

He bent over, widely, and looked down at Ringer, regardless of the danger of falling.

Ringer concluded that the man must have been a poor man with presbyopia and short-sightedness.

The crutches in his hand caught Ringer's attention: it seemed to be a magic staff, but it wasn't all, the crutches were black and shiny, and on the whole, it looked like an upright python.

And the position of the crutch is a snake head that is disproportionate to the crutch, and it looks like it will come up to you at any time to resurrect and give you a mouthful.

He stared at Ringer for a long time, like he was looking at some rare work of art.

Ringer could only let him admire, his eyes flickered, he didn't dare to look at those white eyes, that kind of fear, he couldn't bear it.

He just thought, this is probably a necromancer!

Ringer could sense the strong eerie aura of death emanating from this man.

His nose couldn't stand the strange smell of the appreciator, what kind of smell it was, the smell of corpses mixed with the smell of blood.

Is this the virtue of my peers?

Finally, after the appreciator finished appreciating it, his dry hand gestured, not to kill, but to take away.

Probably not worried that the captives would run away, Ringer and Shabonny were not tied up, they were caught in the middle of the line and headed north.

"Boss, what are they going to do to us?"

Shabonny whispered something in secret, and his captor gave him a stick.

It was a strange procession, no one spoke, no sound, everyone seemed to be mute, and they walked with their heads bowed, and when they walked, their posture was basically the same, and their footsteps were the same.

I don't know what time it is, but walking, walking, a slope appeared in front of me.

He deliberately tripped and Shabonny collided with him, and at this moment, Ringer grabbed his left hand, and the two rolled down the slope.

The slopes are unobstructed, there are few trees, the snow is thick, and the speed of rolling down is fast.

Ringer didn't care what was at the bottom of the slope, he had only one thought, he had to escape, or he would be worse off than dead.

The bottom of the slope was very flat, and the guards were caught off guard, and after reacting, more than a dozen rushed down the slope to arrest people.

"Run! Shabonny, you're fucking dog-eyed, lead the way! “

The reason why Shabonny called him a monster was not called casually, his eyes, Ringer suspected that they were a perfect combination of dog eyes and thief's eyes, he was born a thief, and when he looked at things at night, as long as there was a little light, Shabonny could see clearly.

At the critical moment of escaping, Shabonny's special thief eye played a crucial role.

Run! Run! Run!

Driven by the desire to survive, Shabonny's two small short legs became agile.

If you can run, you can run, if you can't, you can run with your hands and feet, and it doesn't matter if you're like a gorilla, as long as you survive.

It's just that their physical strength is always inferior to the pursuers behind them, especially when Ringer was injured just now.

"Are you still running, are you still running, Rasputin, let's give up, my lobes are about to pop out."

"Sir, you still have to be a priest, you are a good priest, a priest with a bright future, give me a resist, resist!"

The Masked Man is about to catch up.

Suddenly, a large green and faint point of phosphorus fire-like light appeared in the distance.

Shabonny cried, "This time, we're really finished, it's wolves!" ”

Ringer pulled him to his side and threw him to the ground.

"Don't move, darling, this may be our good luck, pray!"

The number of wolves made Ringer fearful, not seventy or eighty, but fifty or sixty.

The wolves were more than not besieging Ringer and Shabonny, and they were attracted by the torches of their pursuers and stood still.

And the pursuers did not dare to chase, and faced the wolves.

"God still forgives us, go, go quietly."

The pursuers noticed Ringer's movement and tried to catch up, but the wolves blocked the way.

Whoosh, a javelin shot a wild wolf, and suddenly, a unique battle began in the snowy night.

The two little rabbits who were lucky enough to escape were just running, how dare they go to find out what happened behind them.

Running, running, running, I don't know how long I ran, and it was dawn.

There was a little light in the forest.

"Where are we?"

"I don't know, I don't know, I'm dying, I can't run anymore, I'm going to be finished, it's finished....'

Ringer suddenly laughed nervously, and his bowels were about to burst out of breath.

"You, what are you laughing at!"

"Look, fool, what's that up ahead, Birch Grove!"

By mistake, they actually ran out of the Ghost Dark Forest and came to the vicinity of the White Birch Forest.

Shabonny knelt on the ground: "God, I praise you forever, Amen, Amen....."

After they sneaked back to the church, they didn't care about anything, just drinking, drinking to suppress shock, giggling, laughing, and finally sleeping.