The goat made one last round and ran into a col. The iron donkey and the old cat followed, and they quickly drilled into the col.

I can't do it, snorting and panting, a lot behind them. I admit that since I returned to Wuzhou as a forensic doctor, my physical quality has regressed, and my physical strength is not as good as my previous self. But I don't blame me, the nature of the work dictates.

I looked around as I ran. I'm afraid we'll end up getting lost in the pursuit of this wild thing.

I decided to go around the col and call out to the iron donkey and the old cat to remind them, and also to persuade them to eat mutton if they don't have mutton, and we have biscuits.

But when I made a detour and looked at the scenery in front of me, I was stunned.

There are a lot of sparse small trees here, and wild goats run to it. The iron donkey and the old cat stood not far from me, looking at the trees together.

There was nothing wrong with the trees themselves, but looking up, more than a dozen of them had ropes hanging from them, some of the ropes were empty, and some of them had a corpse on them.

These corpses are all dried up, there is a kind of dry corpse, looking at the clothing, they are also from different periods, there are pre-liberation gowns, and there are also bell bottoms in the nineties.

I remembered that I had ended the corpse country, and I was still nervously thinking, could there be a corpse thief here?

I didn't say anything, and I walked over to the iron donkey and the old cat. They whispered together.

I can't hear what they said in front, but what they said later is that this must be the entrance to the Mangren tribe.

I was quite puzzled, because the iron donkey had said that we were running to the bottom of the four mountains, and I interjected and asked them, "What is the basis for saying that this is the entrance?" ”

The iron donkey and the old cat didn't answer, but they both stared at the hanging corpses, which could be regarded as giving me an answer.

The old cat rubbed his nose and emphasized to the two of us, "Something is wrong here, especially with these corpses." ”

After listening to this, I took a closer look, and the corpse was not too abnormal, but the old cat showed a very resolute look, and said that he would climb a tree to observe it closely.

His climbing skills are similar to Jiang Shaoyan's, and he doesn't need our help, he climbs up with his hands and feet.

The tree is not too tall, seven or eight meters above the ground. The dried corpses were hung at the top, and after more than ten seconds, the old cat climbed to the middle area, and further up, the trunk became thinner, and it was a little difficult to climb.

The old cat paused and breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could move again, the trunk of the tree changed dramatically.

Without warning, a lump of the trunk bulged out, and the protrusion was broken, and a claw protruded from it.

It's human hands, but it's too boring, and the flesh and skin are dark. It went straight to the old cat's neck and pinched it. But the old cat spotted it just in time, and he jerked himself out to make himself a little higher.

The claw was on the old cat's chest. The old cat wears special clothes, although this fabric can be bulletproof, and can also prevent light friction and knife wounds, but it does not mean that it is scratch-proof.

The claws of his hands grabbed the clothes and pulled them back with all his strength.

I found that this claw was quite strong, and the old cat wanted to resist, but he couldn't resist with such a strong body, and was suddenly dragged to the trunk of the tree.

I heard a thud, and the whole trunk shook, and the hanging corpse was brought down.

The iron donkey and I were under the tree, and we had to move for fear of being hit by the dry corpse. It was dangerous, I watched the dried corpse fall in front of my eyes, and my nose was uncomfortable, and I smelled a slightly stinky smell.

For a while, I couldn't figure out where the smell came from, and the iron donkey's face changed when he smelled it.

I looked up at the old cat again, and after a while, the top changed again, and the paws of the hand repeatedly stretched out and pulled back, and the old cat smashed back and forth on the trunk like a stake.

The old cat is a little confused, but he is a warrior, and the foundation is here. He looked for an opportunity to find an opportunity to feel the knife on his waist.

He slashed down his claws on his hands. If you cut it down, the claw will surely break.

But the claws seemed to have a premonition, and they retracted on their own in advance. The old cat's knife was hollowed, and he was also affected by gravity and fell hard.

The old cat's nickname is really not wrong, he twisted his body hard, especially the waist board, and found the best balance.

The moment he landed, although he rolled to the side a few times, he didn't fall and stood up quickly.

As the claws retracted, the bulge on the trunk grew larger and larger, and I could faintly see that something seemed to be struggling in it.

And it didn't last long, a large hole opened in the bulge, and a strange little man crawled out of it.

He wasn't too tall, and swooped to the ground. When he stood up straight, he stared at us coldly.

We also walked backwards while we had time, and I really don't know if it was appropriate to call him a human being. His skin was covered with fine scales, and two half-crescent-shaped fangs protruded from his mouth, which reminded me of an ant's palate, and its mouth hung with a dozen whiskers that were not thick or thin, and the hair on its head reminded me of the hair on a caterpillar.

What the fuck the hell is this thing in my heart? Could it be "You from the Stars"? Did we find out?

I was in no hurry to ask anything on this occasion, and I believe that the Iron Donkey and the Old Cat were just as I thought, and that they would quickly submit or kill the little monster.

We all carried guns, especially the iron donkey was still carrying a rifle, so I whispered a suggestion, "Brother donkey, shoot, shoot!" ”

The iron donkey sniffed vigorously again, shook his head, and said, "You must not shoot." ”

I didn't understand, and the iron donkey looked up at the big hole in the trunk of the tree, and said that there was swampy gas coming out of here, and if you shot it, it would easily cause an explosion.

I knew how bad the explosion was, and I chuckled. The old cat was bullied by the little weirdo just now, and he was not convinced, he sneered, took a step forward first, and took out two knives, which meant to fight with the little weirdo.

I was relieved a lot, and said that the old cat was out of the horse, and this matter was all right.

The iron donkey and I didn't bother him. We deliberately took a few steps back. It's kind of making room for them.

The little weirdo tilted his head slightly and stared at the old cat. The old cat held his knives across his chest, and he didn't rush to move. I can understand that in the competition of masters, they often wait for the other party to leak the flaws first.

This is what they are waiting for, if there is no swamp gas, I believe that the old cat can calm down, but the swamp gas is getting stronger and stronger, and I am so far away that it smells a little dry.

The little monster enjoyed it, and took a few deep breaths from time to time, and the beard around his mouth trembled with excitement.

The old cat couldn't help it, he snorted, and strode towards the little weirdo.

The old cat is really an expert at playing with knives, he goes up and down the road, the top faces the neck of the little monster, and the bottom goes straight to the door.

This move is really difficult to dodge, but the little weirdo seems to be able to anticipate the enemy's opportunity, and at the moment before the old cat makes a move, he dodges to the side and rushes towards the old cat.

The old cat was too late to change his tactics, so he could only watch the little weirdo approach.

The little weirdo opened his mouth and took out a pair of words that meant to bite the old cat. It's hard to imagine if you want to be bitten by a little weirdo, whether you will be picked up with a mouthful of meat, or make the old cat heavily poisonous.

The old cat had no choice but to abandon the double knife and scratch at the little monster's two half-crescent-shaped palates.

The little weirdo seemed to sense the old cat's intentions again, and he stretched out his paws and scratched at the old cat's chest like an old cat.

The old cat really can't change his tricks, and he was caught by the little weirdo, and this time he has to thank him for his special clothes, otherwise he will be scratched by the little weirdo. I heard the snort on his clothes.

Iron Donkey and I can't stand it anymore, first, we know that the little weirdo is powerful, and secondly, there is no rule that we have to fight alone, since the old cat can't beat people, we can't watch our companions get hurt.

The two of us outflanked the little stranger from the left and right, and went to the waist to touch it, to take out the dagger.

The little weirdo doesn't give us a chance to outflank, and he even has a secret weapon. He babbled suddenly, like a baby learning to speak, and shook his head again.

The hairy hair on his head stood up at this time, and I believe that I was right, the hair was actually hollow, and streams of crimson blood overflowed from it, and were thrown by the little stranger, and floated towards us like a goddess scattering flowers.

Of course, I knew that this was not a good thing, so I hurriedly stepped back, and the iron donkey went with me.

But we didn't hide from it, and a lot of blood dots were attached to our bare skin.