Or the tree vines are connected to the waist, looking for them separately.

In fact, Qi Zihuan had no hope of relying on himself to find the beautiful corpse of Chu Renmei. Just now, after a while, he found two aquatic plants, and Xiao Ming fished up the peace bracelet.

This is the protagonist.,With its own aura.。

Fortunately, Xiao Ming did not forget his original intention and kept his mission in mind, and was not persuaded by himself to stay on the shore, otherwise it is estimated that he could only sing a song that has not yet come out to express his heart - "Cool and Cool".

But it seems that this time it was not so lucky.

The two of them acted separately, and they came up to change their qi three times in total, but they haven't found it yet. The water in the pool was too cold, so the two discussed going down again, and if they couldn't find it, they would go back to the shore to rest.

Qi Zihuan plunged down one by one, dived down skillfully, found a random aquatic weed, and continued to touch forward.

Nothing was found.

Suddenly, he felt a tightness around his waist, and a little pull came from the other end of the vine.

Could it be that Aunt Mei has already been discovered over there?

Qi Zihuan hurriedly turned around and swam all the way along the tree vines.

The first thing that emerged from the darkness was a pair of legs, kicking hard. Then I saw Xiao Ming, who was intertwined with wisps of water and grass on his body.

Xiao Ming kept spitting bubbles out of his mouth, his body struggled and writhed, the underwater mud was stirred, and the whole person was surrounded by turbidity.

Qi Zihuan hurriedly swam forward, and hurriedly helped him pull the aquatic plants with his hands and feet, but the aquatic plants were very slippery and couldn't focus at all. After trying a few times, I finally found the right position, and rolled a few rolls of aquatic plants into the palm of my hand with a flip of my wrist, and finally I was able to pull the force, but because the aquatic plants were full of toughness, I kept pulling, but I felt that something heavy was lifted.

Then a face appeared on the back of Xiao Ming's neck.

This face has long and messy hair, closed eyes, a gray complexion, multiple fractures of the eyebrow bones, nose bones, and chin, causing the facial features to be distorted and crooked, coupled with the swelling caused by trauma, it is impossible to see the original face at all.

Qi Zihuan was shocked in his heart, the heavy object he lifted when he pulled the aquatic plants just now was the corpse of Aunt Mei who had been wrapped in the aquatic plants.

After so many years, Aunt Mei's body has no signs of decaying and bones, and it has not become swollen after being soaked in water, and it still remains intact when she was beaten to death.

At the same time as he observed Aunt Mei, Aunt Mei opened her eyes and glanced at him with eyes without pupils.

He felt a darkness in front of him, and his body began to fall non-stop.

……

When Qi Zihuan came back to his senses, he was already on a small hill, and Xiao Ming, who was lying unconscious, was lying beside him.

He squatted down and shook Xiao Ming awake, the first thing this poor man did when he woke up was to cough constantly, trying to cough out all the water that had choked into his stomach, but he coughed dry for a long time and nothing.

It was night, and the moon in the sky was emitting a hazy cold light. Looking around in the moonlight, there were some graves piled up on the mountain bag, and there were wreath paper figures in front of a few new graves.

It was apparently remote, so desolate that even the mountain trails were overgrown with weeds, and not far away were a few dead trees with unknown birds chirping in them.

"Why are there birds?" Qi Zihuan muttered in a low voice.

Just as he was thinking about it, Xiao Ming suddenly pushed him, pointed to the direction of the trail and shouted in horror: "Master Qi, look, are those people or ghosts?" ”

I saw seven or eight people dressed in the clothes of the old villagers, each holding a candle and lantern in his left hand and his right hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him, all bowing their heads, walking slowly in a column.

What kind of intelligence, can such a person be a living person? You should be engaged in outward bound training in the company.

Qi Zihuan turned his head and glanced at Xiao Ming with disdain, only to find that Xiao Ming's face was pale, and cold sweat was dripping down heavily, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

He took a closer look in the direction of the passer, and only then did he see that two men at the end of the line had raised their heads and were grinning in their direction.

One is Xiao Ming, and the other is himself.

Hiss!

It's embarrassing, does this mean that we are dead? Or are we dead? Or are we dead?

Just when the two of them were in a trance, a pair of blue and white arms stretched out, and the hand with long black nails pinched Qi Zihuan's neck fiercely.

Qi Zihuan only felt that it was difficult to breathe, his temples jumped suddenly, and in a panic, he hurriedly sacrificed his peach wood sword and slashed at the arm behind him. However, due to the awkward posture and inability to exert force, the force of the peach wood sword slash is not great. And the arm behind him is extremely hard skin, and every time he cuts it, he can only leave a white mark, and the skin can't be broken.

Qi Zihuan, who was about to suffocate, was stunned when he saw Xiao Ming still poking there, anxious and angry, and said reluctantly with a hoarse throat: "Peace...... Bracelet...... Wear...... Hurry up ......"

Xiao Ming reacted at this time, groped around in a few pockets on his body, touched it like this for a long time, and then looked at Qi Zihuan with a sad expression.

Lost ......

Qi Zihuan had the heart to strangle him.

Of course, the premise is that he is not strangled to death by Aunt Mei.

The hand behind his back became tighter and tighter, Qi Zihuan felt that his consciousness was becoming more and more trance-like, and he no longer had the strength to swing the sword in his hand.

Before he was about to lose consciousness, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the paper man and paper horse in front of the new grave next to him, so he struggled with the last of his strength, bit the tip of his tongue, and let the smell of blood fill his mouth.

Then sprayed the blood forward, collected the sword and raised his hand, and quickly drew the talisman in the blood mist. At the same time, the left hand stretched out, the middle finger and ring finger were bent into the palm, the hand was knotted with three clear seals, and then the fingers were flicked, and a part of the blood mist immediately shot out, shooting towards the paper figure.

The blood droplets stained the paper figure and disappeared.

The paper figure came to life, rolled over, and rushed here with a shake.

Xiao Ming also hurriedly ran over, struggling to break Aunt Mei's hand on Qi Zihuan's neck.

Finally a little loosened, Qi Zihuan seized the opportunity to breathe, while controlling the paper figure to go around behind him and hug Aunt Mei's thigh.

Why hug your thighs?

Have you ever seen a one-man tall paper figure?

It is generally half a person tall and easy to cut down.

The paper man hugged his thigh tightly, and suddenly began to spontaneously combust without fire, and a strange green flame began to burn from the soles of the paper man's feet, and the flames jumped up at once.

The paper figure quickly burned out, and the green fire seemed to be sticky, and continued to burn faintly on Aunt Mei's body.

Aunt Mei finally let go of her hand and kept slapping the flames on her body, but she couldn't extinguish it.

Qi Zihuan stroked his neck and knelt on the ground gasping for air.

Xiao Ming lowered his hand and looked at Aunt Mei in the fire, not knowing what he was thinking.

As the fire on her body became stronger and stronger, Aunt Mei began to let out a sharp scream, but the voice turned out to be a male voice.

At a second glance, the long straight black hair turned into a three-and-seven-point head, the blue costume turned into a burlap short coat, and the ugly face without pupils turned into an ugly face with crooked mouth and slanted eyes.

The green fire gradually weakened, and a man or male ghost that Qi Zihuan had never seen was burned to charcoal and lost his breath.

Qi Zihuan rested for a moment, stood up with a grim face, and strode towards the villagers who were walking in line.

Summon the sword and stab it one by one.