Chapter 0118 Magician? Brick down!

Planted forests have a very elegant name - the Staff of the Sultan. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info is a sightseeing and leisure area within three kilometers.

In order to make the artificial forest have the characteristics of a forest and let the compact life of the city release the primitive wildness, the concept of letting cars drive into the tourist area was abandoned at the beginning of the construction.

The only way to go on an outing in the Staff of the Sultan is on foot.

St. Peter's Church is the oldest and most prestigious cathedral in Hong Kong, dating back to the Opium War.

St. Peter's did not relocate, and the first believers had the heart of the Lord, and they would climb mountains and wade through rivers to pray in the church.

But ten years ago, St. Peter's was in the midst of a series of mysterious incidents, and the disappearance of a dozen tourists and believers led to its rapid decline, and the tourist area is now rarely visited.

Occasionally, there will be daring couples wandering around the edge of the Sultan's Staff.

It can be said that the Sultan's Scepter has been pregnant with forests for decades, and man-made forests have completely evolved into forests.

"The mountains and forests are lush, the winding paths are secluded, and it is a good place to kill people and bury corpses!" Feeling a word, Hao Jingyu plunged into the mountains and forests like a tiger returning to the mountains.

Along the way, he followed the traces of the battle, but he had only advanced a few hundred and ten meters, and all traces disappeared in a low bush group.

The shrubs are luxuriant, lying across the entrance to the former rugged mountain road, obscuring the entrance. The only thing left at the entrance was a striking pool of blood.

Of course, "eye-catching" is only for him, the blood has long since dried up, hidden deep under the lush bushes, and it is difficult to find without careful identification.

The shrub is an extremely rare red tree, and its branches and leaves are so similar to the color of blood that it is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Hao Jingyu squatted beside the bushes and gently pulled off a leaf, the bright red leaf with dark red spots.

Spots, which are dried up blood stains.

As you continue to walk, the mountains and forests become more and more lush, and the bright light of the blue sky makes it difficult to penetrate the flourishing trees.

The earth on the ground began to become soft, and it was covered with thick dead branches and rotten wood, and the further you went, the dimer the light became, as if the canopy had collapsed, dim and dark, and the air was extremely heavy.

Jumping, Hao Jingyu climbed a stout tree, and looked into the distance, the dilapidated buildings of St. Peter's Basilica came into his eyes.

Suddenly, his figure was swifter than that of an ape, and he quietly leaped up the tree.

Hao Jingyu left his previous position after a few jumps, chose a leafy tree as a cover, and hibernated quietly.

The rustling sound came from afar, and there was no doubt that it was footsteps.

Hao Jingyu's calm gaze like a poisonous snake stared at the front without moving, where the lush bushes and weeds were lifted, and several people walked out carrying stretchers.

On the stretcher was a badly injured man, who had been impaled in the thigh with a sharp blade.

Hao Jingyu's gaze was attracted by the sharp blade, because the sharp blade was a spear.

The spear is not poured in metal, but in rock.

His gaze couldn't help but be solemn: the sharp blade that pierced the man's thigh was suddenly a stone spear condensed from rock.

The stone spear was unusually sharp, with a cold glow on it, and a beautiful inscription.

The style of the inscription is very different, which is different from the Huaxia Dao pattern.

Like a silver ray of silk, quietly hidden in his palm, Hao Jingyu decided to wait and see, and the inscription could be seen at a glance to be a magical inscription belonging to the West.

"For the sake of the Holy Sword, the Knights of the Round Table would pay a bounty hunter with a lot of money."

Then, his mind changed and he changed his attention to killing: "Instead of killing this group of Sakura Country's body ninjas, it is better to let you snipe and mussels fight, and I will be the fisherman who makes a profit." ”

"It is said that magicians are also very difficult to deal with. I don't know if it can make my blood boil. ”

After several people disappeared from sight, Hao Jingyu gently jumped down from the treetops.