The old woman who jumped out of the small wooden cart did not look like a person, and the ghost did not look like a ghost, and after the dead old tree was knocked down with a punch, the obscured starlight and scene flashed at once. More than 20 people from the sand gang were stunned by the rusty bells, and the rest of the shadows also scattered and fled, and those who were guarding behind rushed to help their companions, and my attention was all on the old woman, who was less than a meter tall, and raised my feet to chase after her.

"Don't come along! No matter what happens, stay here! "I ran and didn't look back and explained to the people of the Sand Gang.

Sou

The old woman was short in stature, hunched over, but her movements were very agile, her body shrunk so that she almost touched the ground, and she crawled forward with her hands and feet together. I chased after her, she ran fast, I chased faster, and the distance between them became closer and closer. This old woman obviously had a strong demonic aura, and she was afraid of the yang fire on my body, and she ran violently. I was holding a stick nearly two meters long, and when I was about to catch up with the other party, I jumped forward with all my might, raised the stick above my head, and slammed it down. I was extremely precise in both speed and strength, and the old woman would never be able to dodge this thunderous head-on blow.

burst

At the same time as the stick whistled down, the thin old woman suddenly turned her head, and there was a soft sound behind her, and in an instant, I saw a faint black qi that could almost be detected with the naked eye spread rapidly around the surroundings. My nose smelled an irresistible stench, which was even more smoky than the smell of corpses, and I inhaled a wisp of it, and the whole chest cavity seemed to be stuffed into a large ball of cotton, and I suddenly couldn't breathe, my eyes were slightly blackened, and the movements of my hands also stagnated, and the stick lost its accuracy, and smashed obliquely behind the old woman, with a bang.

Although the stick was no longer on the head, it still slid against the old woman's back, and when I was dizzy, I heard the old woman scream, and my body curled up in a ball, revealing a body of yellow hair. It was a weasel with shiny oily fur, the fur on his mouth was white, but the fur on his body was shining. The stick must have hit one of her legs, and the weasel limped on its flight, and I took two breaths of cool air, and the feeling of death in my chest was lessened.

I was bent on figuring out what was going on in the river, so I thought there might be something wrong with keeping the weasel, so I took a sharp breath, held my breath, and continued to chase after it. The glossy weasel limped on one leg and lost its speed, and I chased after me in three or two strokes, but this time I left no room for anything, and poured all my stick into it to kill her in one fell swoop.

call

The strong wind carried by the stick made a violent sound of breaking through the air, and the weasel was completely shrouded in the shadow of the stick, and I saw that it could not escape, but I felt the ground under my feet tremble slightly, and the slight vibration aroused my alarm, and I was forced to withdraw my half-swung stick with a hand.

boom

Before the stick was really pulled back, there was a sudden flip not far to the left, the ground was arched, and a huge shadow emerged from the flying dirt chips, and in the hurry, I only saw two bright fangs, and I didn't have time to think so much, my wrist flipped over, and the stick in my hand smashed over. It happened too suddenly, too quickly, to gather all the strength, and the stick smashed the shadow that arched out from under the soil layer crookedly, but it failed to kill it.

Taking advantage of the opportunity for the other party to stumble back, I immediately stood firm, and now I saw very clearly, it was a large wild boar, with fangs half a foot long, as strong as a hill. A stick in the haste just now broke one of its fangs, and the boar's mouth was full of blood, and its two hind hooves kicked the ground hard, and its head was pressed very low, and it seemed that it would rush desperately at any moment. I shook the stick vigorously, and the two-meter-long stick buzzed, which was a huge deterrent, and the wild boar was shaking the soil for a while, and did not dare to move.

Sou!

The weasel, wounded in the hind leg, sprang up to the boar's back and confronted me from afar. I'm not afraid of either of these things, even if it's demonic. At that time, there were very few hunters on the river beach, but there were people everywhere, and the wild things in the nearby mountains were very deep, basically in the deep mountains, and they usually did not run out of the mountains to the river beach, because of this, I felt that this weasel and wild boar appeared very abnormal.

I took a slow step forward with my stick in my hand, and the wounded boar, carrying the weasel, also took a step back, and so on for a long time they faced each other forward and backward, and gradually they retreated to a field by the side of the road. By the moonlight, I saw in the distance a valley between two mountains, and only then did I remember that it was the Rinyama Gorge.

Rinyama Gorge has always been a place with a lot of yin qi, and it is rumored that many people have died, and it is not peaceful at night. I wanted to kill both the wild boar and the weasel to relieve the trouble, but when I chased them to the vicinity of Rinyama Gorge, the thick yin qi wafting around me dispelled this idea. I withdrew my stick, looked around, and walked backwards down the way I came, and when the boar and weasel saw me retreating, they immediately stopped and roared lowly.

Sting

On the ground near the Riman Gorge, there is a thin fog floating all the year round, which is all due to the accumulation of yin qi but not dissipation, especially in the middle of the night when the bright moon is in the sky, this fog is even thicker. The people of the river beach are taboo about this place, and the nearby residents have long since moved away, and there is no one in a radius of twenty or thirty miles. I walked backwards, glancing left and right, and after a few steps, the large fog that clung to the ground around me began to flow like water.

swish

In the gap between the flow of the dense fog, I suddenly saw a few fluffy shadows lying on my stomach not far away, but before I could see clearly, the fog moved, and the vision was blocked again—between the eyes, the fog and shadows were heavy, and the fluffy shadows lying on the ground were gone, replaced by a few people squatting on the ground, all staring at me with blood-red eyes.

The fog is constantly flowing, the vision is sometimes clear and sometimes blurred, those strange shadows in the dense fog are constantly changing, the sound of rustling is getting louder and louder, the sound seems to spread and spread, and it doesn't take long for the vicinity of Riman Gorge to shake completely. I saw a chaotic number of insects and beasts flashing in the fog, roe deer, wild badgers, leopards, and long insects, as if everything in the surrounding mountains had poured out of their nests and swarmed onto the river beach. I couldn't help but look at the river in the distance, and suddenly felt in my heart, so many wild things can't appear here for no reason, they are all attracted by things under the river?

The mountain gorge is boiling, the ghosts and monsters are mixed together, bustling, I have been invisibly surrounded in the middle, the front and back are all floating fog, but the yang fire red light on the body is steaming up, no matter the yin qi or the demon qi, I dare not approach at will. The lame weasel jumped off the boar's back and jumped up and down around it, as if in tandem, pouting to work together against me.

There are so many things around me that I can't kill them all at once, so I can only retreat slowly, looking for an opportunity to escape. The small five elements technique has not yet reached the point of perfection, so he withdrew more than ten steps away, drilled his head upside down, half of his body was submerged in the soil, and he swam rapidly. But less than ten meters away, there was a suffocating yin qi surging in the soil, which seemed to freeze the soil layer into ice, forcing me out again.

call

As soon as I showed my head, a young and strong leopard flew out of the fog next to me, the mountain near the river beach is a branch of the Taihang Mountain, the leopard in the mountain is not too big, but the teeth and claws are sharp, this little leopard is as light as a cat, and it pounced in front of it in an instant. I kept holding the stick tightly, and as soon as the leopard pounced, the stick swept over and knocked the leopard out of the air. The force of the stick could break all the stones, and the leopard's waist bone was shattered at once, and it fell to the ground and writhed, wailing incessantly, and a large leopard ran out of the mist, dragging the dying leopard back.

Although this leopard didn't even touch my hair, the atmosphere around me was tense to the extreme, the sound of the rustling was mixed with a strong murderous aura, the encirclement was constantly tightening, and under the cover of the dense fog, the messy things in the fog slowly approached, as long as they found the right opportunity, they would rush up. At this point, there is nothing left to say, only to try to fight a bloody way.

Oh

At this moment, on a hill next to the Rimyama Gorge, a shadow suddenly appeared, and the shadow stood on the top of the mountain, like a mountain spirit in the moonlight, it raised its head to the sky and roared, and with this roar, the surrounding fog and the mess inside all quieted down.

Sou

The shadow on the top of the mountain rushed down the mountain road rapidly, running as fast as lightning, and spread across the wilderness in front of it, and in an instant came to a place twenty or thirty meters away. My eyes narrowed, and I could already see clearly that it was an old white-haired wolf. This old wolf is very familiar to me, he once appeared with a spirit on his back, and he has led the wolves to defend against the attacks of strong enemies.

I haven't seen him for a long time, and the white-haired old wolf is even older, like an old man in his last years, with fur like snow. As soon as it arrived, the surrounding wild creatures seemed to see the main backbone, and the lame weasel chirped and jumped in front of the old wolf.

As soon as the white-haired old wolf appeared, the thought in my heart that was suppressed by myself beat out irrepressibly, and I couldn't help but panic. The white-haired old wolf is very close to Lingling, if the things under this river have nothing to do with Lingling, will the old wolf come? This kind of wild thing is like a master in the world, and it will not easily show its head unless it is forced to do so.

The killing machine in the fog is heavier, and you can even hear the sound of those wild creatures opening their mouths wide and rubbing their teeth, so many wild things, if they swarm desperately, can tear almost everything that is alive to pieces.