Wang Xiaohu and Geng Jianyang took some straw back to the valley, pretended to find a dry place to lay out, and went to the bottom of the hill to find the way, Geng Jianyang stood at the bottom of the hillside, looking at the dense graves, and couldn't help but be impressed by the people who arranged the graves! Wang Xiaohu doesn't know much about the game, but Geng Jianyang is different, the grave on the hillside is not too wonderful at first glance, but the more carefully you look at it, the deeper its mystery is, the graves crisscross each other traction, interaction, the most wonderful thing is that each grave is full of evil, but each other is to treat the evil, so strange and evil grave game, I really don't know how the road was laid out in the first place.

According to the layout of the grave bureau, Geng Jianyang drew a more detailed map, studied it for a long time, squatted on the ground to carefully observe the color of the soil, grabbed a handful casually, and raised it with the wind, the soil was dry like sand, drifting with the wind, professional is professional, Geng Jianyang made a move, and immediately showed the demeanor of a master, meticulous and wonderful.

"See what?" Wang Xiaohu asked softly.

Geng Jianyang squatted on the ground, looked at the dry soil gently swaying in the wind, and said to Wang Xiaohu: "The strength of the earth is exhausted, and there are not even ants." He took out a pocket knife, went to the nearest grave, and dug hard, startling Wang Xiaohu and asking, "What are you going to do?" ”

"I'll see if there is a rat hole, if not, although this is not a place to raise corpses, it is also a dead place." Geng Jianyang used a knife to push away the surrounding miscellaneous soil, not only there were no rat holes, but the soil became harder and harder the more he went down, and he couldn't dig it down with a punch or so, and even the knife collided with the soil. It makes a crisp sound like a golden stone.

Geng Jianyang withdrew his hand and pondered for a long time, Wang Xiaohu didn't dare to disturb him. After a long while, Geng Jianyang sighed and said: "Xiaohu, I know that Lu Dao can't get out of Lu for anything, the grave situation seems to be scattered but very regular, and there are countless Five Elements Killing Array hidden in it, the more you go to Lu, the more dangerous it is, and it is not a bad thing to not be able to go up, unless you can crack the layout of the entire grave bureau." Otherwise, if you make a wrong step and break any balance, you will be killed by evil spirits. We're in big trouble. ”

"Then there's no way around it?"

"I can see a clue, but I can only take seven steps up the road, and if I want to get out, I have to count every step." Geng Jianyang said this. said: "Are you interested in accompanying me to walk seven steps to the mountain." Feel the murderous aura of the graveyard. ”

Seven steps, Geng Jianyang can calculate so much for the time being, of course Wang Xiaohu has to follow, he has always wondered why no matter how he walks, he is going around in circles in one place. Geng Jianyang looked around and said to Wang Xiaohu: "I will walk very slowly, you can see my footprints when you come back." You must also step on the footprints and come back, and you must not make a mistake. ”

Geng Jianyang finished speaking. Lifting his right foot was not forward, but took a step to the left, then stopped, and then moved a step to the left, Wang Xiaohu saw clearly, the same step as him, two steps, Wang Xiaohu was surprised to find that he really took two steps to Lu, not sideways, but straight, and his inherent thinking is not in tune.

Geng Jianyang took two steps and took another step back, Wang Xiaohu followed closely, and after taking three steps, he immediately felt that the usually seemingly innocent grave qi was pulled by each other, producing a cold murderous aura, like a sharp treasure knife gradually coming out of its sheath, and then approaching his body.

"This is the golden killing qi, as long as you don't make a mistake, it doesn't matter." Geng Jianyang's voice was faint, and then he took a step to the right, Wang Xiaohu followed the same step as a toddler, this step out of the city, the feeling of killing was even stronger, and he was surprised in his heart, but it was only a few steps, or if he took the right step, it was already so dangerous, what if he reached the top of the mountain?

Seven steps out, every step is frightening, to the seventh step Geng Jianyang did not dare to go down, Wang Xiaohu could only follow the way he came, back and forth, it took nearly half an hour, retreat to the outside of the grave, Geng Jianyang smiled bitterly at Wang Xiaohu: "I know why I can't get out of the road, right?" ”

Wang Xiaohu looked up at the top of the hillside, the hillside where the dead horse ran on the mountain was very steep, from the foot to the top, not to mention a thousand steps, who would dare to say that such a long distance could not be taken a wrong step? Even if it is really accurate to one step, it is not bad, but with such a steep hill and a forest of mass graves, it is difficult to guarantee that there will not be a stumble under your feet, and if you step on a wrong step, you will go deep into the killing game.

Wang Xiaohu was silent, Geng Jianyang saw his anxiety, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, as long as you have enough time, you can still deduce it, when the time comes, everyone be careful, you may not be able to get out, Xiaohu, we have broken through the netherworld, this place is dangerous, can you still be dangerous over that ghost place?" ”

Geng Jianyang's words made Wang Xiaohu feel a lot more at ease, and the brothers deduced for a while, and only returned to the valley when they saw that it was getting dark, the big shaman sent someone to send two bags of corn, Wu Ya was boiling porridge, and the small valley became lively because of the arrival of Xiong Chao and a few people, and it was no longer the bleak appearance before.

Condensation and Han Yi always kept a certain distance from Wang Xiaohu and the others, intentionally or unintentionally, both of them were very silent, as if they were trying their best to hide something, trying to make themselves have no sense of existence, Wang Xiaohu and the others also felt the strangeness in it, Geng Jianyang was right, Condensation and Han Yi's existence made the already delicate situation even more complicated.

In the next few days, there was nothing to say, strangely, no one came to propose, the whole village was repeating the rhythm of the past, calm and serene, and the undercurrent was surging inside, on the seventh day, Su He sent a white cloth early, and everyone hid in Wuya's small hut, watching countless zombies walk outside until dawn.

On the night of the next day, Wang Xiaohu found that Han Yi, who was sleeping at the edge of the valley, was missing, and asked Condensation, who said that he had gone to the convenience ...... When Tianming Condensation and Han Yi came to eat, Wang Xiaohu obviously saw two new cracks on Han Yi's jacket.

I originally thought that such a day would go by for a long time, but I never thought that Su He came to Wang Xiaohu that day and told him that the great shaman would choose a saint in the village and succeed the next great shaman, and let Wang Xiaohu and other outsiders go to watch the ceremony. Is the Great Shaman sixty years old this year? ”

Su He tilted his head and stretched out his hand, Wang Xiaohu was helpless, Guan Geng Jianyang asked for two pieces of chocolate and gave it to Su He, Su He took the chocolate before he said to him: "According to the day, there is still half a year to choose the saint, I don't know what big shaman Lu Dao is ahead of, but the big shaman said it, no one dares to disobey ......"

Although Wang Xiaohu had doubts but didn't think much about it, but Wu Ya's actions startled him, Wu Ya heard that the big shaman chose the saint, took out a rather delicate dress from a shabby wooden box, and put it on his body early, and there were even some beautiful ornaments, and Wu Ya who changed her clothes looked even more radiant.

What surprised Wang Xiaohu even more was that Wu Ya finished changing her clothes, picked up the woodcutter in the house, and dug it in front of the thatched hut, digging a distance of about half a meter, and there was a wooden box buried underneath, and when the wooden box was opened, inside was a longbow that was quite well maintained, this bow was made of birch, and the surrounding wooden frame, the horns of the covering layer or the internal curve of the bone arch. The outside of the bow is covered with tendon layers, and the arc of the bow is quite perfect, in addition to more than a dozen feathered arrows. The arrows emitted a cold light, so the bow and arrow are not toys in the hands of children, but real killing weapons.

Wu Ya had a longbow on her back, quite a bit of the vigor of a grassland women, Wang Xiaohu was surprised and asked, "Choose a saint, what do you do with a bow and arrow?" ”

Wu Ya communicated with Wang Xiaohu by stroke, and after a while Wang Xiaohu understood that he took out a bow and arrow to protect the great shaman and protect the elected saint, Wu Ya told Wang Xiaohu that not only there were bows and arrows in front of her door, but every household in the village had such bows and arrows, knives and guns, and the men and women in the village, regardless of size, would practice archery, Wang Xiaohu didn't know the way because he had not been there, and the forest on the other side of the lake was a place where the whole village practiced archery, wrestling, and swordsmanship.

Wang Xiaohu suddenly, no wonder when she saw Wu Ya, she would have such an accurate head, a woodcutter flew out of the coffin to cut off the branches, it turned out that the village still maintained the customs of martial arts, not only Wang Xiaohu felt that something was wrong, but the brothers also came up, Wang Xiaohu was silent for a while, and said: "Let's be ready, let's adapt." ”

At night, Wu Ya dressed neatly, and slowly walked out of the valley with Wang Xiaohu and his party, at the moment of walking out of the valley, Wang Xiaohu suddenly felt uneasy in his heart, as if he had lost something important and beautiful, and couldn't help but look back, in the night, the thatched hut stood lonely not far away, looking lonely and lonely.

Walking out of the valley, I also came to the flat grassland by the lake, and saw a bonfire piled up by the lake that was even bigger than the last wedding, the flames were burning, and everyone in the village, regardless of men, women, and children, was dressed up, carrying bows and arrows, and carrying scimitars at their waists, but no one spoke, showing an eerie silence, and each family was according to their age, from front to back, but they formed several teams, like a military formation.

Wang Xiaohu and several people are outsiders, so they can only sit on the edge of the periphery, waiting quietly, suddenly there is a sound of blowing away the horns in the distance, desolate and quaint, in the distant darkness, a few warriors in battle armor and a few beauties holding utensils, surrounded by the old shaman and walked over slowly.

When the people in the village saw the figure of the big shaman, they were prostrate on the ground in unison, their heads hanging down on the dirt to show respect, only Wang Xiaohu and other outsiders sat on the ground awkwardly and didn't know what to do. (To be continued......)