As his body sank to his chest, Wu Zhiyuan understood that he couldn't move casually anymore, otherwise he would only sink faster, so he slowly stretched out his arms and stretched his two arms flat on the rotten leaves on the surface of the swamp, trying to pull his body up with the strength of his arms.

At this time, the force should not be too strong, so he can only exert force slowly, Wu Zhiyuan tried it, and felt that his body was obviously lifted up, but his two arms pressed two deep marks on the surface of the swamp. Among them, the right hand was pressed deeply into the swamp because of the excessive force of inertia, and Wu Zhiyuan's hand subconsciously touched it, and actually touched a bulging thing.

It was only an arm's length away from him, buried under the rotting leaves on the surface of the swamp, and if it wasn't for the arm pressing down hard, I'm afraid it would be difficult to spot.

Wu Zhiyuan sighed, secretly thinking that there was something buried in this swamp, thinking that this might be the Imperial Mausoleum of the Yan Kingdom below, maybe the things in it were related to the Imperial Mausoleum, so his body remained still, and his right hand gently played around the bulging thing, and all the rotten leaves covering it were pushed aside.

Vaguely, Wu Zhiyuan saw the bulging thing that his subordinates touched, because the thing was on his right side, and he had to be careful not to sink into it, so it was extremely inconvenient to turn his head, so he could only reach out and grab it on the thing, trying to catch it in front of him.

As soon as he grabbed it, the thing suddenly got out of his hand because it was too big, but a ball of silk was caught in his hand, Wu Zhiyuan grabbed the ball of silk and pulled it up gently, and the silk was torn off, but the thing was still left in the mud of the swamp.

Wu Zhiyuan slowly brought the filament to his eyes, took a closer look, and was suddenly startled, and threw the filament far away with a raised hand.

That mass of filaments was a large tuft of human hair! What's even more terrifying is that there is a large piece of scalp attached to the end of the tuft of hair, the scalp is bloody, rotten, and faintly emitting a disgusting stench!

This was really something Wu Zhiyuan didn't expect, he couldn't have imagined that there was a dead man an arm's length away from him. Looking at it like this, the man has been dead for a long time, and the corpse has begun to decompose, indicating that it has been at least more than half a month.

Wu Zhiyuan's thoughts were confused, he looked in front of him again, and found that through the mottled shadows of the trees, he could see the mountains in the distance, but it seemed that his position was much higher than the mountains in the distance, and he immediately understood that this position was the peak of a high mountain he was in.

At this time, a gust of mountain wind hit, and there was a dead silence around.

Wu Zhiyuan calmed down for a moment, trying his best to stop flustering, he smoothed his thoughts, and recalled every fragment from himself being dragged by monsters into this swamp in his mind, and after thinking about it, he found some clues about it.

The monster had deliberately dragged him around and thrown him into the swamp, and looking at the dead body that had fallen into it, it could be concluded that it was not a spur-of-the-moment act, it must have done it before, and maybe there were many such corpses in other parts of the swamp.

What kind of monster is that? Why is it doing this? Wu Zhiyuan thought about it, could it be that it is the guardian of the Imperial Mausoleum of the Yan Kingdom below, and in order to protect his mausoleum from being invaded, Emperor Murong De of Xianwu could arrange such a monster to guard the mausoleum for himself?

After thinking about it, Wu Zhiyuan felt that this was really a bit outrageous, he had heard of the mausoleum guards, but he had never heard of the mausoleum guards. But the monster threw people into the swamp and left them to sink, and the corpses decomposed, presumably with a purpose.

He thought of the Moon Shadow Fuxian again, and he didn't care if the range of movement would cause his body to sink, so he turned his head directly to look around, and found that this swamp was about ten zhang square, and the surface of the swamp was covered with thick rotten leaves. In this swamp area, except for the surface layer of rotten leaves around his body, which has been churned, the surface of rotten leaves in the rest of the place is very old, and it is obvious that no one has fallen into this swamp recently.

In this way, the Moon Shadow Fuxian was not thrown into this swamp.

So where is she now? Wu Zhiyuan clearly remembered the situation when the Moon Shadow Fuxian was bitten by the monster and dragged away, that is, not long after, the monster went and returned, and dragged Wu Zhiyuan to the top of the mountain.

But now that he didn't see the figure of the Moon Shadow Fuxian, Wu Zhiyuan vaguely felt that she might have escaped after being dragged to the top of the mountain by the monster, so the monster would turn back and drag him up.

Just thinking about it, Wu Zhiyuan completely forgot that he was in the mire, until his body sank into it a few more minutes, and when the mud pressed his chest and made him breathless, he realized that he was slowly sinking, and the speed was significantly faster than before.

Wu Zhiyuan was shocked, only to see bubbles constantly emerging around him, and at the same time, his body was slowly sinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly stretched his arms and put them on the rotten leaves on the surface of the swamp, which could slow down the speed of sinking.

But this trick was obviously not very effective at this time, he could feel the mud under his feet becoming thinner and thinner, and at the same time, his body was constantly sinking, almost reaching his throat, and in desperation, his arms could only be raised slightly, wanting to shout for help, but he found that he could no longer shout.

Wu Zhiyuan thought about it, he didn't expect that he had experienced so many winds and encountered so many dangers, but in the end he would be buried in such a disgusting place, if he was facing zombies, tigers, snakes and even drought, he could fight, but at this time he was facing a swamp, he always had thousands of strengths and was useless at all, and what was even more sad was that no one would ever know if he died in such a place, I am afraid that the bones would turn into dust after a hundred years.

Seeing that his throat was about to disappear among the rotten branches and leaves, suddenly a voice sounded behind Wu Zhiyuan: "Brother Zhiyuan! ”

Wu Zhiyuan was overjoyed in his heart, but he even had a problem with breathing at this time, and he couldn't respond at all, let alone turn his head to look, he just tried his best to make a few "woo" sounds, and at the same time waved his raised hand vigorously.

Moon Shadow Fuxian walked around in front of Wu Zhiyuan, with an anxious look, she obviously knew that this was a swamp, so she had to stand on the edge of the swamp and stretched out the wooden sword in her hand towards Wu Zhiyuan.

Falling into a swamp is much the same as drowning, even at the last moment, the human hand is stretched out of the swamp or water, trying to grasp the last straw. Wu Zhiyuan stretched out his hand as hard as he could, and at the same time, his fingers kept flicking, and with a fierce force, he grabbed the tip of the wooden sword.

This wooden sword was Wu Zhiyuan's life-saving straw, he grabbed it to death, and when the Moon Shadow Fuxian saw this, he hurriedly grabbed the wooden sword and pulled Wu Zhiyuan back.

Wu Zhiyuan's body was pulled out of the swamp and mud little by little, and he was ecstatic in his heart, but at this moment, he suddenly saw a monster as big as a millstone appeared behind the Moon Shadow Fuxian, with a black body, and a big mouth full of thin teeth, quietly approaching the Moon Shadow Fuxian.