"You don't need to be reckless now." In front of Tang Jiao, I didn't say anything more, went to the car and took my backpack to tidy it up, and only carried some things that might be used on my back. After a while, Tang Jiao figured out the situation, and also ran to stop him, blocking in front of me and saying: "Shopkeeper Shen, don't worry first, Little Brother Shen is also afraid that something will happen to our side so he doesn't dare to drag it, since Xun'er let him go, he will definitely have a way to get out, you go back with us first, and when it is dawn, we will go to find someone together." ”

"Mao Zhuang moves quickly, is not afraid of flames and sunlight, and has a body of copper skin and iron bones for others to beat, and today is the day of the year with the strongest yin qi, which undoubtedly gives this thing another layer of blessing. Jiang Xun was alone, he didn't have any magic weapons on his body, and he was bare-handed, what could he do to deal with it? I said, "I have to find him before the accident, and I can't sit there until dawn before I see him." ”

"But it's too dangerous for you to go by yourself." Tang Jiao was anxious and said: "I don't know if this rain will fall heavily, in case you don't find him and then put yourself in, what can I do!" ”

I made up my mind, and I didn't respond to what they said, and watched as the people in the car all transferred to the small car that Ziwei had found, and got into the last car with them. Tang Jiao thought that I had changed my mind, sat next to me and said: "That's right, Shopkeeper Shen, you really can't rest assured, when we get to the place, we will call the police first, someone to help is better than looking for it yourself in this unfamiliar place." ”

I kept looking outside, and when the car was about to reach a fork in the road, I asked Ziwei, "Is this where you are separated?" ”

Ziwei's lips pursed and nodded.

I hurriedly asked the driver to stop, Tang Jiao panicked when he heard it, and grabbed the corner of my clothes, "Grandma, just listen to me, why are you so reluctant!" ”

I didn't want to delay any longer, so I ignored him and got out of the car, walked a few steps, saw Ziwei also come out, and said, "Master, I'll go with you to find it." ”

"Nope." I said, "You're the only one of them who knows magic, and if you leave, if they encounter any danger, the gang won't have the ability to protect themselves." ”

Speaking of this, I glanced into the distance and reminded him: "The driver who brought us here may have a problem, he lied to us, the road ahead did not collapse, he deliberately wanted to trap us in the middle of the road and prevent us from entering Dongchuan." You go back and protect them, keep an eye on him, I'll be enough for me here, and I'll bring Jiang Xun back safely. ”

After finishing speaking, he walked to the small fork in the road opposite, Ziwei stood in place for a while, and finally listened to my words and went back to leave with them.

I turned on the flashlight and walked along the road, and on the way I found some very old rags, which had been corroded by time after being buried with the body for many years, and should have been hung from Mao Zhuang's body during the fight.

After that, the more I walked, the fewer the traces, and the tart whip lost its usual sense of recognition in this kind of yin-filled day, but fortunately, there was only one road, and after walking for more than ten minutes, I smelled a little unfinished wood smoke, and then a few steps in front of me was blocked by a large piece of falling stones.

I shone my flashlight at it, and saw a wide crack in the rock, as if it had been hit by something, and the few plants next to it were in a state of charred death, almost turning to ashes.

My first reaction was the thunder we heard at that time, and when I climbed up the rocks, I found some cloudy mucus on the edge of the cliff, and the stench of rotting and pus from old wounds. The memory was touched, I trembled suddenly, the pores all over my body tightened, the light swept around, and the next second I saw a vague huge depression on the other side of the mountain wall that was blocked, exactly the same as the footprints of the monster in Muzhang County!

But how did it end up here?

Could it be that after we left, what happened to the closed barrier? So what about Mu Jinji, how is she?

I walked around the pile of rubble to the other side to check, but there was no trace of it, and the traces of the fight disappeared here, and I held the tart whip and looked at it carefully for a long time, before I found another rag in front of the edge of the railing, hanging at the bottom, mixed with a large patch of turbidity, and the ground beside it was also stained with a star of bright red blood.

I felt my temples jump suddenly, leaned over and looked down, if an ordinary person fell to this height, I was afraid that I would not die or be disabled.

The three traces were mixed together, and Jiang Xun probably bumped into that monster in the process of fighting with Mao Zhuang, and this position should be the place where they fought last.

I took a piece of rune paper from my backpack, wrapped it in a stone and threw it down to make a mark, and ran down the hill nervously, following the breath of the rune paper all the way to the corresponding place, which was in a sunken valley. I ran so fast that I tripped and fell as I walked down, and I rolled down in the weeds, and the wound from the small thorns of the plant didn't hurt yet, and I gasped at the sight of what had just tripped over me.

A pair of strange hands covered with long hair stretched outward, their nails four or five centimeters long, extremely sharp and thick, scratching at the dirt on the side wall around them, drawing a long shallow groove.

I tore off the straw from my body, picked up the flashlight and shone it cautiously, and saw a corpse half-dangling in the air wrapped in a large mass of vine seedlings, the broken branches piercing the entire skull, and the person was hung up like a roast goose hanging in an oven, and there was a muffled purring sound in the chest.

Ziwei said that they encountered more than one stiffness, I carefully observed the surroundings, and when I took it out of my backpack, I prepared a small bag of glutinous rice, wrapped some in a piece of talisman paper and folded it. Get ready, slowly approach the stiff hair in defense, put away the flashlight temporarily, disassemble the tart whip, quickly throw the whip body on his neck and lock it at the moment of approaching, watch him open his mouth and roar, grab his chin with one hand and pull it down hard, and with the other hand stuff the glutinous rice ball he had just prepared into his mouth, through the corpse liquid, and deep into his throat.

The stiff roar was stopped, and a crackling and burning sound came from the neck, and the rune paper slid all the way down into the corpse's belly with the incineration.

I bit the tip of my index finger, and while injecting yang energy, I used the blood of my fingertips as the blade of the tart demon whip, locked his two ends and pulled with all my strength, and the head and body he was nailed there were split in two, and a breath of qi broke, and the head and body ignited a scorching fire at the same time, completely burning the hair stiff from the inside out, and no longer moving.

Before the flames were extinguished, I surveyed the neighborhood by the light of the fire, and when I looked down, I saw a huge pit where I was covered by an elongated shadow, and all the plants and trees were crushed and wilted and half dead.

In addition to that monster, I can't think of a second one for such a huge volume, so it seems that they fell from above together, but I haven't found the slightest trace of Jiang Xun so far.

The rain was damp, so I wiped my face, waited for the fire to burn off, and walked along the perimeter of the crater to the other side.

The plants along the way were all destroyed, and the leaves of the monster were shriveled where the slime splashed on it, and it fell down at the slightest turmoil, and it had rotted into a puddle of mud.

I turned my flashlight back on, put the tart whip together, and cleared the knee-high weeds in front of me.

The vines were tangled in my feet, and I staggered step by step, and after some distance from the pit, I saw a dead frog on the bank near a stream, with its belly cut open and its entrails dug clean.

I slowed down, and the ground was muddy near the riverbank. The water flow is very shallow, and when I stood on the river to look at the opposite side, there was a strange sound behind me, and before I could see it clearly, I was thrown out, and the flashlight rolled off my hand, and the person was planted in the river.

I choked on a mouthful of muddy water, my eyes couldn't open, I instinctively held the tart whip and swung it, hit a hard object in the confusion, wiped the water stains on my eyes with my sleeve, stepped on the moss on the stone in the retreat, the person fell back again, and the next second, a hair stiff ran straight at me, swaying unbalancedly, and opened its mouth at my neck.

I lifted the tart whip and stuck it in his mouth, pressed his chin down, and borrowed a force to turn over and stand up, only to see that one of his arms was half off, and only the bones that penetrated the flesh were stretched out towards me, without any aggression, and the other side was even more serious, the whole arm was directly ripped off from the shoulder, and the only thing he could threaten me now was the sharp teeth in his mouth.

I circled around his side and pulled out a talisman and put it on the back of his head, restraining his swift leap, the whip still biting into his mouth, and holding the extraordinarily long teeth against his cheek. I tried several times to pry them off, but the angle was wrong, and all failed, and the last time one of his cheeks was torn open, and I lost the strength for a moment, and the tart whip came out of his mouth, and the stiff hair fell straight on me because of inertia.

The corpse fluid accumulated in his mouth all dripped on my shoulder the moment he leaned forward, I felt nauseous in my stomach, and I almost vomited, I supported his face with my hand, and in a panic, I felt the glutinous rice in the backpack, and pulled it away with the cloth bag and stuffed it into his mouth, and the back of my hand touched his teeth, giving goosebumps all over my body. Fortunately, the fire burned to the ground, and I gasped and crawled back to shore, watching the stiff hair gradually lose its struggle and fall to the ground, retching a few times at the sticky corpse fluid on its body, and enduring the discomfort to find the flashlight that had just dropped.

The grass was too thick, I couldn't find it for a long time, and after a night of tossing, the rune paper and glutinous rice were all used up, and I only had a little ink cinnabar left in my bag, and I just hoped that I wouldn't have another one. I breathed evenly, and through the grass, I saw something flicker downstream of the stream.

In the dark night, a red light seemed to be the guidance of some kind of protector, I got up, saw a figure under the chaos through the light, hurriedly ran forward, and called out: "Jiang Xun? ”