In the jungle barrier, towering strange trees stand in each other's forests, sunlight cannot be sprinkled in, and the chirping of bird monsters is extremely abrupt in the quiet forest.

When Han Qing and his group came, they took the official road, and they had to take the "Jian Ran Country", but now the road they took to go back to Han Qing was a cold road around the border of the Jian Ran Kingdom, and they had to pass through the misty jungle on the way.

The Jungle of the Lost Chamber, also known as the Jungle of Death, is full of swamps, with many poisonous tongues and beasts, and nine of the ten people die, and ordinary people dare not enter it easily.

The territory of the Jian Ran Kingdom was established by the Han people usurping power, because they hated the Hu people, and they were not recognized by the orthodox Muyun, so they were isolated among the countries.

Although the country is small, the geographical location is very important, located in the hinterland of the Central Plains, through the seven countries, is the main point of the north and south, and the east and west boats are very convenient.

As a buffer state for various countries, one of the main reasons why the Jian Ran Kingdom stands tall among the Seven Kingdoms is because of its geographical location, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

The Jianran country borders the northern Han country to the west, with the obstruction of cliffs, the east and south are adjacent to Muyun, which is hindered by high mountains and dangerous currents, and the north is close to the ancient Jin country, which is hindered by high mountains.

Han Qing's trip was to go around the south, planning to pass through the misty jungle and return to Chang'an, the capital of the Northern Cold.

"Quack-" Unknown strange birds suddenly swooped down to attack Han Qing.

Han Qing untied the cloak neatly, the black cloak spun in the air a few times, and was caught by strange birds as soon as possible, and the remaining remnants saw that it was not good to provoke each other, and they fled.

Han Qing saw the black cloak, and was constantly struggling and bumping into a strange state by the dishonest bird monster, picked up the tree trunk on the side, and smashed it a few times, and there was no movement inside.

Han Qing's thin lips hooked, and he snorted unkindly: "Hmph, even a few broken birds still want to bully me, and they will roast you later."

Fan Moya was awakened by the sharp screams of several strange birds, and in a daze, he heard Han Qing's scolding voice, drilled his head out of the sack, and when he looked up, he saw Han Qing's slender eyes, aiming at him condescendingly.

"Heh, I'm finally awake, if you don't wake up, I'm going to leave you here to feed the bugs." Han Qing hung the cloak wrapped in a bird on the horse's neck, his face covered with white gauze, and said unhappily when he woke up.

With the help of Han Qing, Fan Moya climbed out of the sack, stood up and rubbed his swollen temples, and moved his legs and feet.

Then, looking around at the misty jungle, he asked bewilderedly, "How many days have I been unconscious?" Where is this? ”

"You're old, and you've been in a coma for three days. This is the Lost Jungle. Han Qing tied the horse to the trunk of the tree nearby, took out the dry food from the horse's belly, stuffed it into his arms, and said angrily.

Fan Moya was holding dry food in his hand, and turned his head to look at Han Qing as if he had eaten a fireworks battle, who made him so angry.

"This place, sooner or later, I'll set fire to it." Han Qing took out a few sticks of firewood from the horse, threw them on the ground, and said very depressedly, turning his head to see Fan Moya staring at him stupidly, and his anger was even greater.

"What are you doing there, come here and help."

Fan Moya silently put away the dry food he had just eaten, stuffed it into his arms, endured his hunger, and obediently stepped forward to help.

With his help, Han Qing quickly lit the fire, raised his hand to disemboweled a few broken birds, plucked them and roasted them on the fire, looking at the flames calmly, his irritable temper finally calmed down.

"Come and sit here." Han Qing held a branch in his hand, slapped Fan Moya, who was squatting and sprinkled insect repellent powder, slapped his back, beckoned him to sit down and said.

Fan Moya put away the porcelain vase, took out a handkerchief, wiped his fingers, lifted his robe, and sat down elegantly and dignified in front of Han Qing.

Han Qing used the branch in his hand to draw a circle on the ground and explained: "You and I, now we are in the misty jungle in the south of the Ran Country, and we have now entered the middle of the jungle, and this center is also the most dangerous place.

I'll tell you the bad news, the fog in the forest will get bigger and bigger after the sun goes down, I'm already disoriented, and I don't have enough food. ”

After hearing his words, Fan Moya couldn't help but purse his lips and frown, and asked, "Why don't you take the official road?"

Han Qing stood up, turned the bird corpse on the fire, sprinkled some salt, turned around and cracked Sensen's white teeth and said, "It's useful."

"This place is full of poisons, and it is not a place where ordinary people come." Fan Moya took out a horn comb and said in an orderly manner with his long hair.

"Coincidentally, I'm no ordinary person." Han Qing looked at Fan Moya's move to straighten his hair and smiled.

"Coincidentally, I'm not an ordinary person." Fan Moya put away the comb and smiled peacefully.

Now Han Qing saw the peaceful smile on his face, and his heart couldn't help but tremble, he still remembered the scene that day when Fan Moya was covered in blood, holding his sword high, slaughtering the old and weak women and children in Chongshenglou, and the severed limbs and mutilated bodies were all over the ground.

This man is a demon from hell.

"Why did you kill those innocent old and weak women and children in anger?" Han Qing clenched the short knife in his hand that cut the bird horizontally, and asked with sharp eyes.

"Because it's a sinful place." Fan Moya said extremely calmly.

"I see you erasing your sins." Han Qing pulled down his towel suddenly, turned around and reprimanded unkindly.

"I'm freeing them, and I'm freeing myself." Fan Moya approached Han Qing, took out the plaster box in his arms, picked out the plaster and applied it to Han Qing's face, which was swollen from mosquito bites, and said.

"They are alive and well, where do you need to be relieved." Han Qing frowned, blocked Fan Moya's hand that was stretched out again, and said in disgust.

"Chongshenglou is a place where individuals are filthy and degenerate, how can ordinary people choose that place to live. This place is mostly a temporary hiding place for criminal absconders, and a gathering place for the dirty skin and meat business.

Every night in the Colosseum of the Underground City, outlaws kill each other. Most of the people who participated in the beast fight were rich people, and some of the money in their hands was clean.

Criminals, because they can't afford expensive housing, are forced to participate in life-and-death battles, and if they win one game, they can live for free for a month. is dead, Chongshenglou is also very generous, and will pay for your burial.

People who don't have leg skills and want to live in Chongsheng Lou can take over the skin and meat business, and give a part of the money they earn to Chongsheng Lou in exchange for the qualification to live.

Those who are old and ugly, can't fight and can't take over the skin and meat business, and if they want to live in Chongsheng Building, they must do the dirtiest and most tired guys, and make enough money to stay. ”

Fan Moya closed the plaster box carved with lotus patterns, put it in his arms, and said with a smile.

Han Qing knew that he was not wrong, but the relatives of those who committed crimes were innocent people.

"Hmph, you are simply a fake public servant, and you kill innocents indiscriminately and make me look down on you." Han Qingjun said with a look of disdain on his face.

"They were born sinful and came out of their wombs with blood, and they did good but atoned for the sins of their past lives."

Fan Moya raised his eyebrows with one hand, and tapped his right chest, drew a cross, folded his hands and closed his eyes, and said peacefully.

"Your Black Lotus Sect is a cult religion that confuses the public, and it will only absorb knowledge everywhere, and one day, the world will destroy it."

Han Qing listened to what kind of crooked heresies he was talking about, and his heart rose with anger, and he said angrily.

"Good and evil, but between people's thoughts, it has nothing to do with religion." Fan Moya said calmly.

"I don't care what you do when you kill them, anyway, I saved you, and you owe me my life." Han Qing was suffocated by his attitude, and arrogantly inserted the short knife in his hand into the rabbit meat and said.

"I wanted to die, but you stopped me and saved my life, this is the will of God, and I will repay you this kindness." Fan Moya replied.

"You just comfort yourself, there are so many false reasons to kill someone, it's tiring." Han Qing walked to a vine tree not far away, took off his pants and untied his hands with Fan Moya on his back and said.

"Don't move." Fan Moya pressed his shoulder behind him and whispered in his ear.

"Fan Moya, what are you doing!" Han Qing saw his knife aimed at him, and immediately became angry.

"Don't speak, wait a while to dodge with my sword." Fan Moya said calmly, with a hint of nervousness in his words, and Han Qing also expected that the situation might be tricky.

said that it was too late, but at this time, a red shadow jumped down violently, and Fan Moya's shuriken immediately moved, shaking with the red shadow.

Han Qing retreated, looked carefully, and found that it was a child in red clothes, with golden eyes and a height of no more than knees.

"Han Qing blows your Guxun." Fan Moya said hurriedly.

"Woo woo......" Han Qing immediately took off the bone xun and blew a few sounds, and the red-clothed child moved, and his head looked at him curiously.

Fan Moya immediately took advantage of the situation, untied the amethyst bead on his wrist, and restrained the child's neck.

The child immediately hissed, making a high-pitched sound that no human could produce.

"Han Qing, take a knife and split its Heavenly Spirit Cover." Fan Moya said.

Han Qing pulled out the short knife on his waist, like cutting a watermelon and slashing the child's head, a golden-eyed red snake with a thick thumb came out of the child's Tianling Gai uneasily.

This snake is different from ordinary snakes, with two slender gold lines on its sides and a diamond-shaped gold logo on its forehead.

Fan Moya muttered a spell in his mouth, bit his finger, and threw blood at its forehead, and the snake gradually settled down.

After Fan Moya finished all the work, his face was pale and he was drenched in cold sweat.

Han Qing had seen the scene of a snake coming out of a child's brain, and he grabbed Fan Moya's clothes in fear, and asked in a trembling voice, "What's going on?"

"That child was tricked, and his brain marrow had already been eaten by the snake and there was an empty shell, and he was completely controlled by the snake, looking at the size of the snake, he had been raised in the child's body for two years."

Fan Moya sighed, ignoring the little fat red snake, walked to the edge of the tree, and saw a black dry bone leaning against the tree, holding a red cloth in his arms, and seeing that the clothes were a man of a different race.

Fan Moya used his sword to carefully pick it open, and a circle of cloth on the outside revealed a book, a picture and some silver inside.

Han Qing grabbed Fan Moya's shoulder, looked out from behind him, and said curiously, "What words are written on that book?"

Fan Moya picked open the pages of the book with his sword, turning them page by page, and at the end of the page, a relaxed smile appeared on his thin lips.

Fan Moya used his sword again, picked up the piece of paper, and drew a map on it.

"Han Qing fed your blood to that snake." Fan Moya said suddenly.

"Why?" Han Qing withdrew his gaze from the map and looked at him with long eyes in confusion.

"This is the blood of a person born when the lunar year is cloudy, the moon and the sun are cloudy, so that this snake can be subdued." Fan Moya took a sword flower in his hand, destroyed the book and drawings, and stuffed the long sword back into the scabbard and said.

"Will there be any harm in subduing him?" Han Qing glanced at the snake with golden eyes and red body, and said fearfully.

"There's no harm, just feed it blood for the first time." Fan Moya looked at Han Qing, who was holding his arm, and said with a peaceful smile.

"Hmm." Han Qing just cut his finger with a knife and approached the snake, and the snake immediately took his finger in its mouth and happily sucked the blood.

Han Qing took a step back in fright, and Fan Moya grabbed his waist and said, "Don't be afraid." Then, cutting off his finger, the snake immediately took Fan Moya's finger in its mouth and sucked two mouthfuls of blood.

After the snake finished sucking the blood, it was docile, let go of its mouth, and looked at Han Qing and Fan Moya affectionately.

"Didn't you say that my blood can take it, what are you feeding it for?" Han Qing was puzzled.

"Because I need your blood as a primer to take it in." Fan Moya withdrew the amethyst bead and said as a matter of course.

Han Qing just wanted to vomit a mouthful of blood, feeling that he was the cannon fodder who was subdued by Fan Moya and the Gu snake.

"What is written on the map?" Han Qing glanced at it, then circled back the golden-eyed red snake on the child's head, shivered, and asked next to Fan Moya.

"A safe way out of the Lost Jungle ......"

Han Qing's eyes lit up immediately, and there was nowhere to find it when he stepped through the iron shoes, and it took no effort to get it.