In the dense mountain forest, the cedar trees are tall one by one, as if they want to pierce the sky, and the green leaves are covered one by one, forming a natural camouflage armor.

Behind the thick foliage hides a sallow face.

His bloodshot eyes looked around sneakily, as if he were on guard against something in the woods.

His name was Han Bao, a sloppy man who had just passed his prime, and he and a few of his companions were guarding the forest to block the people who came here to investigate the Zhenxin Pillar.

At noon, the scorching sun was on his head, and although the sun couldn't reach him, it roasted the surroundings extremely hot, and Han Bao, who stayed in the leaves, only felt like he was about to burn.

Cloudy sweat flowed down his sallow forehead one by one, and after a while, his whole body was soaked.

The shirt was stained with sweat and clinging tightly to his body, Han Bao felt a little uncomfortable, and he pulled his shirt and fanned hard.

Suddenly, the sound of the leaves shaking reached his ears, mixed with screams.

As soon as he heard it, he knew that it was his companion's voice, and that the scream must have been attacked and fell from the tree he was guarding, so he quickly stopped his hand movements and tried his best not to make a sound, and even his breathing was much lighter.

There are many novels in which it is written that the master holds his breath and concentrates, without making a sound, and even the breath can be imperceptible.

Of course Han Bao didn't have such a divine skill, he could only try his best not to make a sound, and he couldn't see where the guy who attacked his companion was, so he could only pray that the person didn't find out.

As a result, there was no other sound in the forest after that scream, as if the scream did not exist at all.

He slowly turned around, and there was the tree where his companion was staying, and he wanted to see where his companion had fallen, and if he was still alive.

After turning around, he looked cautiously for a long time and did not find where his companion was, but he heard the sound of bones colliding above his head.

He looked up vigilantly, but saw a snake made of bones hanging above his head, and only the bone snake had a slender and sharp horn on its head, and this bone snake also gave people a strange illusion.

How did this thing look so much like a drawing?

It was at this moment of confusion that the bone snake rushed towards his face, and the sharp horn pierced his nose without hindrance, piercing his nerve center like a bamboo.

He didn't even make a scream, he couldn't even make a 'ho-ho' sound from his throat and fell headlong from the tree.

Han Bao, who fell to the ground, only felt that his body was getting colder and colder in this woods that were scorched by the noonday sun, and the companion who fell one step ahead of him was lying not far from him, staring motionlessly at the bone snake that seemed to be drawn on his face.

On the other side of the woods, Dou Ya'er, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, was panting heavily, and Jun was standing behind him with an expressionless face.

"The purpose of letting you practice dual-purpose is to prevent the current situation, and there is a way to remedy it in case you miss. ”

Dou Ya'er gasped for breath and didn't have time to speak.

About seven days have passed since the conversation between the two, and since Pei Qianxi left, the two have hardly stopped their pace except for sleeping.

And killing.

You don't see that the first lesson you gave to Dou Ya'er was how to kill, the very clean and neat kind.

Dou Ya'er vomited in the dark that day, although she had seen enough dead people in that town, but when she took the lives of others for the first time, she still had a physiological reaction.

After these days of exercise, Dou Yaer has gradually become accustomed to doing this, and now she is only slightly disgusted.

After the sound of bones colliding, the two bone snakes crawled back from a distance, and you didn't see a little relieved to look at the lifelike snake bones.

"The talent is really unusual, this method of painting bones is a technique in the way of painting, but I didn't expect you to be able to apply it to your 'tool' so quickly. ”

Dou Ya'er raised her head and smiled cutely, her own efforts were because you didn't see him, and now she was naturally happy to get his affirmation.

In the past seven days, the two brothers and sisters have walked a long way, and the distance from the Zhenxin Pillar is getting closer and closer, and the sentry posts in Huangquan Tower are becoming more and more dense, and more and more people are being killed by the two people.

Dou Ya'er has become more and more numb to killing people these days, and Jun Xian is even more surprised by her talent.

As Shang Wujiang said, Dou Yeshan's daughter is really talented.

It can be said that Jun Bu's guidance to Dou Yaer is actually very limited, and he only thought of the skills of 'painting objects and bones' that he once saw in the painting technique book.

Jun Bu didn't know anything about this sentence, but in the past few days, Jun Bu had already taught her all the fighting skills suitable for Dou Ya'er, so he had to make this decision.

And the result is beyond your expectations, the bones drawn a few days ago are still dead, and today even the bone horns can be added.

Jun didn't see it, signaled Dou Ya'er to realize it himself, and then hid behind a tree not far away, frowning slightly and covering his heart.

The closer you are to the Zhenxin Pillar, the more anxious you become, and when you sleep at night, you often dream of a beating black heart, and the sound of 'bang' is like thunder in your dreams.

At the moment, the anxiety came to my heart again, and I didn't see the tree holding on to the big gulp of air, and I felt that I couldn't breathe enough, but I felt that the air in my lungs was getting less and less, and my heart was beating faster and faster.

Suddenly, a little moist hand grabbed Jun Buying, he turned his head to look, and saw Dou Ya'er's beautiful little face full of worry.

Dou Ya'er saw that Jun didn't turn her head to look at herself, and lowered her head a little embarrassed.

After hesitating for a while, Dou Ya'er said in a very small voice: "A few days ago, I secretly caught a glimpse of my senior brother's uncomfortable appearance, senior brother... Why didn't you tell me?"

Although she may not be able to help much, Dou Ya'er feels that she can finally give her senior brother ideas, and if her senior brother doesn't tell her, she always feels like she is being kept in the dark, and she also feels that her senior brother doesn't trust her very much.

As soon as she saw Dou Ya'er's face, the anxiety in her heart was inexplicably relieved a lot, and then Dou Ya'er saw a scene that she would never forget.

The breeze in the forest blew the broken hair in front of Jun Bu's forehead, and a faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and he touched Dou Ya'er's head.

"I won't tell you, it's naturally an inconsequential triviality, don't think about it. ”

On this day, the smile that appeared on the young man's cold face was deeply engraved in her junior sister's heart, and she stayed there forever.