The commotion in the forest was so palpable that I just had to go in the direction of the sound. At night, the canyon was very humid, and the mud under my feet was soft, and there were water droplets among the grass, and it didn't take long for my pants to be slightly wet. To my horror, for some unknown reason, the commotion was gradually subsiding, and when I was completely silent, I turned around and saw nothing but darkness, and there was no way to discern the direction.

I vaguely knew in my heart that if I either deviated from the direction, or the Rakshasa noticed it and ordered his men to silence. My intuition was the latter, because there was a strong feeling that the obsessive aura was coming towards me. There must be something in me that would allow the rakshasa to find out where I am right! The first reaction was the tracker, and it was likely that they hid on me when I was drowsy for no reason, and those things happened when I woke up.

But I searched all over my body and didn't find anything suspicious, I couldn't delay it any longer, and the approaching murderous aura became stronger and stronger. I closed my eyes and instinctively wanted to choose a direction to go, but suddenly my heart moved, since I closed my eyes, let's try to draw shadows.

If this bamboo forest is a labyrinth, and the Rakshasa and others are the obstacles and illusions in the labyrinth, I draw the shadow with my heart, it should not be difficult to get out of their encirclement, just rely on the strength of the evil qi I feel.

After concentrating, some distractions were all discarded. The vision of the bamboo forest in the dark night itself is blocked, and it is the same when you open or close your eyes, and at first you can still feel the external breath, but gradually there is only the sound of your own breathing and the sound of your feet crushing the grass. When the foot collapsed, the painting was immediately interrupted, and the reaction of the eyes was quite rapid and leaned forward. But when I lay on the ground, my feet still sank into the soft mud to my knees, and when I pumped, I felt that it was wrong, and the mud under my body was soft.

I walked into the swamp!

Survival in the wild is most afraid of straying into the swamp. Suddenly, such a sentence flashed through my mind, as if someone had said it to me. In the end, I still suffered the loss of closing my eyes, thinking that it was dark anyway and there was no road in the forest, so I felt that it didn't matter if I closed my eyes and opened my eyes, how could I think that this bamboo forest was no more, it was already a large open space, and the bustling long grass was piled up, and a few shallows with water traces could be seen under the moonlight. I was still on the edge, but I suffered the loss of my instinct and threw myself into the swamp. So if I want to save myself, I have to find a way to turn around and pull out my feet that have fallen into the mud.

As soon as the body tried to move, it sank a little more, with nowhere to focus and could not move. As soon as my mind moved, my bones retracted, my feet stuck in the mud slowly came out, and I gritted my teeth and quickly rotated my body with my hands on the bottom of my body and grabbed a handful of long grass, but the result was that I was submerged in mud from waist to foot, but not as deep as before.

Relying entirely on the strength of my arms to pull myself out of the mud was not a matter of clenching my teeth, especially when I felt my calves getting tangled in something, and I felt hopeless.

The swamp itself is infested with snakes, and this canyon is more surrounded by snakes, what else could be coiled around the calves? After only a moment of decadence, I exerted my strength again, and no matter what, as long as there is still qi, I can't give up. Finally, my upper body led me to the shore, and I let go of the long grass and held the ground to pull my legs, when suddenly my heart skipped a beat, and I looked up consciously.

Twenty meters ahead, a gloomy black shadow stood like a ghost. I didn't need to stare at the silhouette of the figure to tell that it was the rakshasa I couldn't avoid! He did find it anyway, and I didn't realize it until I was in the swamp.

My eyes sank, and I was bent on pulling my legs out of the swamp little by little, and the sound of the footsteps seemed to step on the tip of my heart, and it was a pain in my fragile nerves. When they were only a few steps closer, I finally got out of the swamp, and something was faintly tangled in the thick mud on my feet, and I reached out and grabbed a handful and threw it at the rakshasa.

He dodged from the side, the mud snapping to the ground, and a snake burrow out of the mud. He paused, and asked coldly, "Bitten by a snake?" I didn't speak, and one rolled into the grass next to him, staggered away from him, and then ran away. But because his feet were covered in mud, every step felt extremely heavy, and the speed was impossible to be fast.

You don't have to look back to just hear to tell that the rakshasa is always following behind, and he seems to be deliberately teasing and not in a hurry to catch up with me, like a predatory beast, deliberately letting his prey run away until he is exhausted before coming forward to bite it all.

I knew I couldn't get out of this predicament, but I didn't stop there. It is up to people to make things happen, and no one knows what opportunities will appear in the next second until the last moment. But my opportunity was to return to the bamboo forest again, and suddenly there was a rustling sound all around me like a picture in a dream. The rakshasa obviously took a moment and came at a rapid pace, with an obvious purpose, wanting to take me down immediately.

The advantage of the bamboo forest is that the forest is densely wooded, and the left and right dodges can isolate the attacks of the rakshasas, and even if you can't escape his pursuit range, you can keep it from being captured. It's just that the further I go, the more frightened I become, this road is exactly what I walked when I was drawing, and I even reflected in my mind that there was a clearing fifty meters in front of me.

I don't understand my own paintings, obviously I haven't been here, it's just an illusory image, why did the bamboo forest really become more and more sparse before? Or did I really come in, and it wasn't an apparition before, and I really fainted in the woods? Even I myself am confused, every time I draw in a dream before, I can tell what is reality and what is an illusory image of the past, but this time I can't tell at all, I can't find that dividing point.

The closer you get to the target in front of you, the more your heart beats. Will that place really be a lonely island scene again? Will it really ...... Where is Takashiro? The latter thought is something I desperately desire but dare not think about.

When I rushed into the clearing of the bamboo forest, the Rakshasa said any threatening words behind me, and they were all scattered in the wind and could not be heard. In the center of the clearing, a figure lay on the ground, and I couldn't see each other through the moonlight when I narrowed my eyes into a line, but my heart couldn't stop throbbing. Because of this curled figure, it is like that year, when he led away the snakes alone, and finally fell in the glade of the lost forest.

"Who are you?"

The voice came from behind him, and Rakshasa asked. It was only then that I realized that there was a dark shadow in the dark corner, and that the other party had melted into the darkness almost entirely, so that when I came to me, all my attention was drawn only to the man lying on the ground.

The other party did not speak, but he could feel that a strong momentum in the air that could not be ignored was coming from there. The sound of a gun loading came from behind, and I turned around in shock to see Rakshasa holding a gun aimed at the darkness, and Yin Han said: "Whether you are a human or a ghost, I will send you to see Hades today." The words rang out, but a scream pierced the eardrums, shaking people's hearts.

Although the moonlight was misty, this time I could see clearly, the bullet with sparks was shot into the darkness at the moment, it was slapped away by something, and a strong cold wind was fanned. The next moment, it was dark in front of me, and a huge shadow shot towards this place, the speed was too fast for me to react at all, I only felt a stinging pain on my face, but my back was first hit hard by an external force and I fell down, and the black shadow brushed over my head, and a muffled snort came from behind.

I subconsciously turned my head and was horrified to find the black shadow hanging in the air, while the rakshasa fell to the ground.

Is it a ghost or a ghost? The instinctive reflection in the brain is questioned, and then immediately denied, where did the ghosts come from in this world? Pretending to be a ghost is all man-made. His eyes swept across the ground, and his heart was stunned, was that crash just now a rakshasa? He saved me?

The unusual direction of the wind in the air, coupled with the black shadow floating in the air, made me realize that it was not a human, but a giant bird! Then he turned his head and stared at the dark place, which was as black as thick ink, and he couldn't see anything. Obviously, there should be a person on the big bird's back, and I heard the man's voice inside the door before, why is there only Gao Cheng and this big bird hanging on the ground here? What about that person?

It is also called a mistake, I ran here to escape the pursuit of the rakshasas, but I really ran into Gao Cheng. As soon as Nian turned around, a voice in his heart asked: Is it really a coincidence?

I know that it is unfounded, but I still have doubts. How could such a coincidence occur? First, I had a dream in which I traveled through this bamboo forest to this clearing, and then reflected the illusory image of the scene on the isolated island. I was confused, and I couldn't tell if it was a dream within a dream or a reality.

If it is still a dream painting, then all this is groundless, my painting is not an empty imagination, it is an image refracted according to the surrounding environment and details. The bamboo forest may be able to say that because the isolated island life was too profound a year ago, this forest was condensed into the lost forest, but this big bird hanging in the air, where should I draw a shadow out of thin air?

Rakshasa was about to get up, but the big bird suspended in the air suddenly swooped down, and with a flick of its wings, it waved him to the ground again. Out of nowhere came a soft boo from the darkness, the big bird turned sharply back to my position, and I rolled on the spot but still slowly, only to feel that my shoulders tightened, and the man was lifted. But immediately the external force slammed again, and I broke free of the big bird's grasp and happened to fall to Gao Cheng's side.

His heart trembled suddenly, and he could only vaguely smell the fishy smell in the air when he was far away just now, and when he got closer, all the heavy blood qi wafted out of his body. I almost collapsed and reached out to turn him over, but before I could touch it, my eyes suddenly flashed, and by the time I reacted, there was no one in front of me. Slowly and stiffly twisting his head, the person who was still lying still just now has launched a fierce attack on the Rakshasa like a sharp sword, but after only looking at it for a moment, I was breathing suppressed, not that he couldn't beat the Rakshasa at all, but the way he made his moves was not at all the kind of sharp and orderly skills I had ever seen, and every punch went out with a crazy aura, like fighting for the death of a person.

Occasionally, he would face this side with a flicker, his blood-red eyes especially striking in the darkness. <