It was a stretch of muddy ground, infinite through the dense forest, like a dexterous snake, avoiding the towering trees.

The three soldiers stood in front of the forest, hesitating whether to go in or not, and the snow began to fall in the sky, crushing their already weak faith.

"Forget it, that guy might come out in a while, and he's not a child, what are we worried about?" The one who spoke was a white and scholar-like soldier on the left, this temperament was incompatible with this military uniform, but he was not so abrupt to wear, and the problem with his face seemed to be no problem with what he was wearing, and he was naturally pleasing.

"Recruit eggs are recruit eggs, what the fuck do you know what it represents?" The man in the middle is rugged, a little despised as a scholar-like soldier, this guy is a girl, it's okay, but a man's body is against the girl's head,!

"What does it represent? Old guy. The scholar soldier rolled his eyes, this old guy enlisted in the army a year earlier than himself, and he looked like he was high every day, not a soldier, if he was really a squad leader or something, he would return him, so his tone was a little heavier.

Seeing that the two were about to stage a fight in the nest again, the soldier on the right had to speak out to stop him: "We all came out of the same village, and we are not afraid of being laughed at every day, I know what it represents, so now it is the same danger for us to go in, and at present, we can only pray for him to be auspicious." Walk! ”

The soldier on the right didn't finish his sentence, in fact, he tried his best to leave, most of the soldiers who went into the woods would have an accident, if it really snowed, it would be troublesome to leave a few footprints. He is different from the other two, he has to be promoted, and he can't be caught in these small things. He couldn't help but shudder at the thought of the situation in the woods.

The scholar soldier is called Ge Congyu, the rugged soldier Jiang Dabao, the soldier on the right is called Miao Yin, and the soldier who entered the forest was Meng Fan.

The cause is nothing more than the ridiculous face problem of men, Meng Fan is extremely timid, and he is a joke among soldiers. And he loves face very much, so he said a few words. He stepped into the woods. Before entering, he had heard almost all the legends about it.

What disturbed him the most was a legend about the puppets, and it was said that an old chief lived in the woods before he joined the army. It's a puppeteer. After stepping back. He made a large number of Zuò soldier dolls, and on the night before he died, all the Zuò dolls he made were placed in every corner of the woods. Those vivid dolls are almost like real people, cold, emotionless, and unchanging looking at the people who come in.

This is not terrible, but the terrible thing is that the old chief is said to be buried in this forest, and he has great affection for each puppet, so his soul shuttles among these puppets, and if anyone sees a puppet winking at him, no matter how careful he is afterwards, he will die 'accidentally'.

Meng Fan felt a little cold above his head, and when he looked up and saw the snowflakes falling in the sky, his heart suddenly trembled heavily, it was rumored that it was snowy when the old chief was arranging those puppets. Those puppets were put away afterwards, but as long as it was snowing, they would appear inexplicably, even if they were burned, they would still appear.

It won't appear, Meng Fan comforted himself, maybe it's just a legend, or maybe it's just a fictional story that those people deliberately made up in order to scare themselves, burned it, how could it still appear. Thinking like this, his heart relaxed.

Take a few steps forward, just take a picture of the hut in the forest and go back.

Suddenly, it occurred to him that if it was just a legend, how could it be so coincidental that there was a cabin in the woods. No, no...... The cabin in the forest is not necessarily the house where the old chief lives in the story, let alone a respectable old chief, even some veteran oilers will not live here, and they will never be separated from the world, and it is so eerie and terrifying, normal people will not live here, so the story must be fake.

Maybe he didn't even notice how this path could have been there if someone hadn't lived here.

As he walked, his heart restless again, too quiet, and there was no sound in the woods, except for his own wheezing and footsteps. He couldn't help but look around, and at the moment he turned his head, a black thing fell from the tree without warning.

What is that? His heart was pounding, could it be a puppet? So is that legend true? Is there a lot of that stuff around? Are they all looking at themselves maliciously, just waiting for themselves to find out and winking at themselves?

Every hair on his body stood on end, and his breathing felt heavy. He wanted to flee immediately, but his footsteps were ghostly towards the falling object, and he suddenly felt that it was not his own will that was now in charge of him, but something else, and he began to resist, and now his eyes saw the thing clearly.

Call! He let out a long breath of turbidity, which was nothing more than a bad branch, and he really scared himself.

He walked over as if venting, and raised his foot to crush the branch, and at that moment he saw that the branch, which was of the privet of privet, was covered with black fruits, and a few fat leaves hung on it.

It wasn't a dead branch at all, and he picked it up in confusion, and it seemed to be broken at the ...... Factitious! The cold sweat on his head came out in an instant.

He couldn't help but take a few steps back, raise his head a little, a foot in a camouflage upper swayed, he was completely stunned, he could only look up mechanically, and in the middle of the dense branches, a person was sitting there.

Boom...... He sat down on the ground in fright.

Puppets! It's really a puppet, and that legend is true.

He couldn't stand up, he crawled on the ground and stepped back, crying out of his mouth, but he didn't dare to cry too high, he was afraid that the puppet would hear it.

The palm of his hand was quickly cut by the weeds and stones on the ground, and he gasped and endured the pain.

Bang! Something fell not far ahead. Almost instantly, it occurred to him that the puppets had broken branches and threw them downward.

The legend came to mind again, there were many puppets in the forest, and the old chief made a lot of them.

Gradually, he couldn't crawl anymore, and the feeling of being stared at by countless eyes became stronger and stronger.

Bang bang...... In the darkness, it seemed that countless footsteps were walking towards him.

No...... He cried out in despair in his heart, not daring to raise his head, so he simply lay there like an ostrich, pouted his hips, and pressed his head to the ground desperately.

There was a chaotic sound of conversation around him, which gradually became noisy, as if mocking him.

The cold and fear hallucinated him, and the voices seemed to be those of the people he had bet on, who were deliberately scaring themselves and then reading the jokes? He raised his head suddenly, and the sight in front of him shattered his disillusionment, and directly in front of him was a soldier with an indifferent expression, and at the same time, its eyes suddenly rolled...... (To be continued......)