I woke up the rest of the people, and as soon as they woke up, they hurriedly pinched their noses with their hands. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Why is the miasma rising again?" Zhang Shun asked.

This question asks, when there is no wind, gluttonous ghosts will naturally create a poisonous miasma again to harm us, just like Yang Jinhua said that it has not eaten human flesh for a long time, and finally met us, how can it be easy to let go.

There are not many coix pills left that can cure the miasma of the county magistrate, and there is not enough to divide another round, and it can't all rely on that pill.

"While we have regained a little strength now, let's quickly retreat into the forest." I say.

The county magistrate of Long let go of his nose to repair his sniff and said: "Don't go to the inside of the forest, to that side, there is a lot of water vapor, it should be a river, and if there is water, you are not afraid of poisonous miasma." ”

The nose of the county magistrate of Long is really a hard-to-find living navigation, I have always heard of it, I haven't really seen it, I don't know if it is spiritual, even if it is the first time for me to see it.

The group pinched our noses and headed in that direction, and on the way I thought about the question: Why didn't the green ghosts capture our group when we were just asleep? Does it only wait for us to die before it comes to eat our corpses? Does it just use a poisonous miasma to kill us? It's not going to be like that, is it? I still feel that there is something among us that it does not dare to touch, otherwise it would not have been creating a miasma from afar to harm us, but what is it among us that makes it so fearful, I can't even think of it.

After walking forward for about a thousand meters, I haven't seen the hair of the river, and the smell of the poisonous miasma is even stronger, everyone is in a state of weakness and prostration, even Zheng Feng, who is full of muscles, looks atrophied, not to mention the petite Long Linglong, her face is pale, and her eyelids are falling straight down, as if she has reached the end of the strong crossbow, I wonder if the nose of the county magistrate Long is poisoned by this poisonous miasma.

The magistrate of Long County also discovered the phenomenon of the atrophy of the team, if the river he said did not appear, I am afraid that all the people will collapse here, and said: "I smell a lot of water vapor, there may be a rushing river in front of me, as long as I get to the river, I can not only relieve the miasma, but also drink a good drink." ”

In fact, whether the river can relieve the miasma, the qi is no longer important, the important thing is the last four words: drink a good drink, in the past, these four words were used in the drinking scene, now we have not entered a drop of water from yesterday noon to now, plus the poisonous miasma enters the lungs through our throats, and the throat has been damaged like a knife and burned, and if there is no water, they may have to bite each other and drink blood.

"Listen." The county magistrate stopped and made a silent motion, "Did you hear the sound of rushing water?" ”

I turned my head and listened quietly to the front with my ears, listening to the rustling sound of running water, and said, "It seems to be the sound of flowing water, everyone hurry up, there is a river in front of me." ”

I don't know if they heard it or not, but when I said this, everyone cheered up, shuffled forward with tired steps, and they all longed to reach the place where there was a river at once.

The nose of the county magistrate is really a god, when we turn a hillside, the river appears in front of our eyes, the river is not big, but the flow is very rapid, the river is left from the mountain, the mountain is not very high, there is no snow, there should be a fountain on the mountain, it does not dry up all the year round, and the water that spouts out flows to the bottom of the mountain.

When we saw the water, we didn't want to do anything, we just wanted to drink water, and everyone rushed into the water, and the river was not very deep, as if it was in the stomach, buried in the water, and drank very inhumanely.

At that time, my brain was muddy because of the poisonous miasma, like falling into the clouds, if it were not for this river, I would have fallen to the ground and made a lunch of green ghosts, and I didn't know who was drinking water upstream of me, and my mind at that time was powerless to pay attention to this, I only felt that the man was unsteady in his steps, and he fell into the water and rushed at me horizontally, and as soon as he hit me, I also fell, and crashed into a person downstream, like dominoes, and we fell in the river in succession, and were washed downstream.

The turbulent river, I felt like sitting in a small boat, floating on the sea with high wind and waves, and I also remembered a small poem in my mind at that time, which can completely describe my feeling at that time: you look at a boat, haunted by the storm.

After the moistening of the water, our consciousness has recovered a lot, and once we wake up, we feel that things are not good, so that we do not know that we will be washed there, and the current terrain is very sloping, the slope is very steep, almost 90 degrees, and the water flow is even more rapid, "the rapid turbulence is very arrowy, and the waves are rushing." "Our bodies are like six leaves, swirling in the river and rushing downward, somehow I have been washed to the front, the first leaf from bottom to top, and I don't know where my little life will be sent? But the only fortunate thing is that we have escaped the miasma of the green ghosts, and the only thing in the miasma is death, and now we may have the only choice.

I went back and counted the number of people, and I didn't know if they were not bad, but they didn't drown in the water.

I don't know what kind of mountain is below, when I encounter a big waterfall, we will confess, I am the first, I must find a way to save myself, and strive to find an opportunity to climb ashore, but on both sides of the river are craggy rocks, canine teeth are uneven, if I rashly climb the shore, the inertia of the body and with my current miasma just a little better physical strength, I will inevitably be hit a head and break the bloodstream, I look at the people above, none of them landed.

But it's not a way to drift with the waves like this, just when I was at a loss, there was a turning point in front of me, there was a tree growing on the edge of the river just across the river, the thickness of a human waist, close to the water surface, like building a single-plank bridge on the river surface, washed by the river for a long time, there were no branches and leaves, maybe it was knocked down by the rushing river.

Grasping the tree, I have the opportunity to climb along it to the shore, I wait for the opportunity, and when I get close to it, I will hold on to its torso, it is my hope, the way to heaven.

Closer, little by little, I finally got to its side, dear, I've been waiting for you for a long time, come on baby, hug one, I hugged the trunk of the tree, turned over, rode on it, looked at the turbulent river below, I felt that I was riding on the body of a dragon, this dragon carried me through the clouds.