Xiao An stepped on another road, the mountain road circled, the cliffs were steep, just like the road they had come from before, so Xiao An had to be careful, otherwise it would be easy to fall to the bottom of the valley, and if he fell, it could be said that there were no bones left. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In his first experience, Xiao Anke watched a Lal fall with his own eyes, and then saw his body at the bottom of the valley, which can be said to be torn apart.

He was very careful, and he didn't know if he would be able to reach his destination today, and he didn't know what the destination was.

Finally, after a few hours, it is still here, and everything here is a witness of the years and the witness of history.

The tent has long been unsightly, and the corpses are all over the ground, a pair of white bones look particularly gloomy, the firewood of the year still leaves black ash, presumably this place is the garrison of Li Dingguo back then, and from here you can see the situation of the valley at a glance, whether it is opposite, or the bottom of the valley, or outside this mountain.

The depression of history soon unfolded in front of us, and in this silent time, the corpses are the best witnesses, they bear witness to the success and defeat of the kings at that time, and they witness the smoke of history.

Xiao An couldn't help sighing, in fact, in his eyes, no matter how sad it is, it will eventually pass, even if there are thousands of troops in his mind, it doesn't mean anything to me.

It's just that why the chief of Lal was placed under house arrest at that time has become a contradiction between the Lal tribe and Li Dingguo's army, which is very interesting.

From the outside, there is nothing to see at all, no matter how powerful Xiao An is, it is impossible to restore the scene at that time, even if it is very strange inside, there are many doubts, just like what Elder Lal saw at that time, it is unknown whether the chief is really under house arrest, this period has been submerged in the long river of history, if you want to restore, you can only find the people at that time.

And they have all turned into dust, even if it is the power of Li Dingguo, which is called indestructible, it is an empty existence, and history has to be explained by historical people.

Maybe Zhou Maoyin must be very excited to see all this, after going through so much, he finally found the demon's residence, but he is no longer there, leaving Xiao An here alone, Xiao An does not seem excited, on the contrary, a little sad.

Xiao An casually found a place to sit on the lookout, a figure alone on the edge of the cliff, looking very lonely, like a person who has survived alone for a long time, has fantasies about the outside city, but does not know how to leave this place.

At this time, Xiao An was lonely, if there was anything to accompany him, I am afraid it would be white bones all over the ground, but they couldn't speak, but could only lie quietly in place, and continue to wait for the wind and rain in the future.

Xiao An sat in place like this, if he thought about it again, it would be better to say that he was in a daze, motionless, did he begin to doubt what he was doing here, in order to realize his dream? Or for the guilt in my heart.

Originally, Zhou Maoyin could not be used in this kind of place, if he didn't come, there would be no problems, since it happened, even if Xiao An came here, then Zhou Maoyin would not appear in front of him, and then when he was lonely, he would comfort and cheer him up.

Xiao An lit a cigarette again, looked up at the sky, and then took a puff, he didn't pay attention to it, but just looked up at the sky, it was almost dark, he might rest here tonight, he couldn't go anywhere.

Fortunately, in his backpack, there is also a flashlight, Xiao An put the cigarette to his mouth, and then looked for the flashlight in the backpack, without the flashlight, he may not be able to live, it is so dark here, and the danger point does not know what is here, maybe there are unknown monsters and not necessarily.

Of course, there is still some firewood here, which looks rotten, but it is easier to ignite.

He took out a flashlight, took out a lighter, and by the way took out the bottle in Huang Bo's pocket before, he didn't look at the bottle carefully, he could take a look at it at this time.

He slowly unscrewed the bottle, a smell of medicine came out of the bottle, Xiao An leaned over his nose and sniffed it, I don't know what it is, but the medicine in it is not one by one, but in the form of powder, Xiao An can be sure that this is not white powder or anything, but a drug, an unknown drug.

I don't know why Xiao An suddenly remembered that they were on the way here before, at that time there were only the people from Zhuyue Village and the three of them, one of the men was fetching water, with a jungle black widow in his mouth, where he was fetching water, Xiao An seemed to see some white powder, which seemed to be somewhat consistent with this, but Xiao An didn't know what it was, just alert, his own kettle, take it himself, and now he looked at the medicine with some deep meaning.

Could it be that Huang Bo really has something to hide from himself, Xiao An should have noticed it a long time ago, but he didn't want to believe his thoughts, so he vetoed it again and again.

And this time Huang Bo died directly, he had already confirmed the body, all suspicions were light, and he was worried about Zhou Maoyin's disappearance.

At that time, there was blood on Huang Bo's pocket, and there was also blood on his clothes, and the incident of Zhou Maoyin's appearance, as long as he was clear, after Zhou Maoyin's body disappeared, he was like seeing a ghost, which showed that he was afraid of something, and Zhou Maoyin's serious injury had something to do with him.

And after Zhou Maoyin disappeared, he doubted his life, doubted what was going on inside, and it was also possible that the black shadow in the white fog was doing.

Xiao An directly denied the black shadow, mainly because, at that time, when their whole bodies were stiff, the black shadow had a good chance to attack, and whoever he wanted to kill, no one had the strength to resist, including Xiao An himself.

Later, in the bag behind Huang Bo, Xiao An checked it, and there was no blunt weapon in it, according to the original blood, it was done by a blunt weapon, because blood was splashed in all directions, and sharp weapons would not be like this, and when Xiao An checked the things inside, there was no blunt weapon.

If there is any weapon, it is the sapper shovel, but there is no trace of my blood on the sapper shovel, at that time Xiao An has already judged that Huang Bo is dead for a certain period of time, if there is something in his pocket, it must be there, but no, this is an accident.

Xiao An wondered if he was spending the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, could it be that Zhou Maoyin's disappearance had nothing to do with Huang Bo, but that he was nervous, and attributed everything to Huang Bo, did he really think so? Xiao An took a good look at himself, did he think too much about himself, and thought too tall about the black shadow.

After all, when he was in the white mist, although he didn't cause harm to them face-to-face, but when he came back, they lost two Lal people, this was not a companion, and Huang Bo at that time was already a corpse, it couldn't be him, as for Zhou Maoyin?

That's impossible, the Lal people said that his injury, maybe a vegetative person can't have that kind of ability, even if he may be alive, but it is impossible to put the two tall and mighty Lal people even, unless there is a problem in this, Zhou Maoyin's disappearance is very questionable, and Huang Bo's madness is also in doubt.

Could there be fraud, could it be that all of Zhou Maoyin's actions are disguises, and behind his appearance is a grimace like a demon?

This is unlikely, in the white mist, he is also a Xiao An and they are the same, the black shadow passed by him, and he was also a cold sweat on his forehead, if Zhou Maoyin was originally an extraordinary existence, then he was disguised too well, really too good.

Xiao An didn't dare to think about everything, although the blood stains on the ground were real, but they could also be fake, and what he saw with his own eyes may not be true, Xiao An thought like this, how did he know the dialogue between Huang Bo and Zhou Maoyin in the white fog, and how could he completely deny that Huang Bo was not a murderer?

Because he forgot that among the group of them, there was a black shadow, and that black shadow was in the dark, and they were in the light, and he could do it, but no one knew what the purpose was.