Chapter 613

Walking out of the city gate, about half a day's journey to the west, several people had already arrived at the entrance of the foothills of the Qi Yefeng Forest. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The mountain is not high, and it doesn't need to be too high. The lush greenery of the mountains obscures the view, the west is golden, and the setting sun outlines the unpredictable lines of the woods in romantic tones.

This god-level author's strange land is like a cornucopia of all life, winding into the depths to extend this tension.

Of course, there is also a river in the valley, the river is wide, and the river flows quietly, as if the road has sunk into a dream. The gods were blue in the sky, with the occasional few small white clouds drifting by. In the distance, the spire of a large mansion that looked like a church hall protruded from an old elm bush.

"I didn't expect it to be so pretty. Purple Butterfly walked in front, and those lush little grasses rowed down Lu Xiaofeng's naked purple butterfly's calves under the skirt, itchy and a little cold.

"Yes," Lu Xiaofeng pointed to the big mansion hidden behind the forest, "That may be our destination, let's go,

Maybe it's a bit of a bad scenery, but Lu Xiaofeng has to say that the meeting with that sacrifice is very likely to be an unpleasant experience, far less comfortable than enjoying the blue sky, white clouds, breeze and green trees here. ”

"But who cares?" Xiaoxiang Dong'er was infected by these landscapes, taking a deep breath of green air, Lu Xiaofeng said nonchalantly.

Li Mengji looked at everyone and smiled bitterly helplessly.

Lu Xiaofeng glanced at him: "What's wrong?"

"I don't know how we two girls understand the forest, but we must be affected by it in a while. ”

Indeed, after entering the Qi Yefeng Forest, the sunlight could not shine in because it was blocked by dense branches, which caused the temperature in the depths of the dense forest to drop suddenly.

The trail is still wide, with red, yellow and white wildflowers scattered in the grass along the roadside, and thick layers of dried pine needles and fallen leaves. They had walked up the hill, and about half the way through it, the cool feeling of entering the forest had been replaced by an eerie chill.

The mosquitoes that didn't have a few days to live buzzed around everyone's faces and necks, trying to find a suitable dinner, as if the god-level author Holy Mission was better than other flavors of blood.

Meandering through the old cedar forest, the path gradually became a little muddy, and there was a section where they were walking on the grass, which was the worst road, and if they didn't step on the grass, the foothold would definitely be a puddle.

Li Mengji, who only grew up in the jungle, didn't care, he took off his shoes, pinned them to his waist, and with the help of hanging rattans and thick tree trunks, he walked forward easily, and sometimes when he found that he was too far away from everyone, he would run back.

Xiaoxiang Dong'er couldn't stand it anymore, and shouted loudly: "Lu Xiaofeng told you Li Mengji, our feet are not like yours, your feet can grab the trunk of a tree, like a monkey or an orangutan."

Either you will be like us and go honestly, or you will go to the priest's house first, knock on the door, make tea, prepare the water to wash your face, and greet us. ”

Li Mengji made an aggrieved expression, but he could see that he was restraining himself from laughing, and he said, "Didn't Lu Xiaofeng say it a long time ago? The scenery you see outside the forest is definitely different from the actual feeling inside the forest. ”

Xiaoxiang Dong'er was just about to have a seizure, Lu Xiaofeng rode a golden retriever and ran from behind with a roar and roar, and when he arrived on the lawn at a high place, he sat on the ground with a flutter, and Lu Xiaofeng slid down from a high place like a slide.

Xiaoxiang Dong'er immediately transferred her anger, and Lu Xiaofeng stood in front of the Golden Retriever Roar, crossing her waist: "Golden Retriever Roar, do you still want to be cursed by Lu Xiaofeng like last time and dance for an afternoon?"

The golden retriever roared immediately, and the huge inertia threw Lu Xiaofeng over from its back, and the golden retriever roared hurriedly caught the master with his hand, holding it and not daring to move. It still remembers that punishment vividly, because it offended the cold and glamorous Xiaoxiang Dong'er in front of it.

Lu Xiaofeng actually danced while reading, and after a while, the spirit-level author of the Golden Retriever Roar seemed to be controlled by the dance, and couldn't help but dance, the Golden Retriever Roar was most afraid of three things in his life: threading the needle, dancing and cooking. That experience, which it can never forget, is really terrible.

Thinking of this, it didn't move anymore, Lu Xiaofeng ordered it to take him up the mountain, and promised not to slide down again, this big monster still refused, and finally had no choice, and went back to Lu Xiaofeng's life page in the sky, and didn't come out.

Lu Xiaofeng hugged the clay puppet that Feng Lingtian gave him, and looked at Xiaoxiang Dong'er with a pouting mouth and complaining.

Xiaoxiang Dong'er smiled proudly: "What's the matter, boy, did you accept Lu Xiaofeng's invitation to dance a rumba dance with Lu Xiaofeng?"

As if he had stepped on something, Lu Xiaofeng shouted and quickly ran to the mountain with Li Mengji.

The crowd walked through the woods and saw the big mansion, the pure white walls were already a little dilapidated, and the skin of the walls was beginning to fall off in some places.

But it can be seen that this is just a negligence on the part of its owner. It is indeed not easy for people to live a secluded life here. There doesn't seem to be a bit of a human firework here.

Lu Xiaofeng walked to the door and knocked on the door, but there was no response for a long time.

Lu Xiaofeng listened attentively: "Why doesn't there seem to be any life reaction here?" It's so quiet that there is only the sound of the wind." ”

"Is he out of the house?" they asked.

Li Mengji stood up: "No!" He looked at Lu Xiaofeng and said, "Lu Xiaofeng's treasure hunting rat felt death, and there are two reasons why the sacrifice didn't come to open the door for us, one is that he doesn't want to see us, and the other is ...... He had died in his own home. ”

Lu Xiaofeng had already unlocked the door before Li Mengji's words were finished.

It was an uncomfortable place, and the room was filled with a strong smell that made everyone drowsy. Only Xiaoxiang Dong'er breathed heavily, and Lu Xiaofeng said: "This is the breath of our hometown, I haven't smelled such a pure smell of burning ancient beast liver oil for a long time."

This taste reminded Lu Xiaofeng of Lu Xiaofeng's home. Is the sacrifice we are looking for also from us?"

The room was dimly lit, with heavy velvet black curtains hanging from the windows, blocking out the sunlight from the outside. If you hadn't just entered, you would have hardly imagined that the brightness of the outside world was separated from the gloom of this room by a wall.

Lu Xiaofeng stood by the window, just about to lift the curtains, but was stopped by Xiaoxiang Dong'er, Lu Xiaofeng pressed Lu Xiaofeng's hand to pull the curtains: "Don't, do you see the divination ball on the table?"

It's that transparent book, this thing can't see the sun, if it is exposed to direct sunlight, it will explode, and the few of us can't get out alive. ”

Lu Xiaofeng was so frightened that he hurriedly retracted his hand. At this time, Lu Xiaofeng's voice came from the inner room, and he called everyone to hurry over.

When they entered the inner room, they saw the carcass of the ox in the cocoon of the old priest lying stiffly on his bed.

"Judging from the time of death," Lu Xiaofeng said to everyone, "this sacrifice has been dead for at least ten days." ”

"No, it's another bloodthirsty case. Lu Xiaofeng was really a little anxious, "It's so strange, who has such literary or evil power to enter other people's rooms freely without leaving any traces?"

Lu Xiaofeng looked at the layout of the entire room a few times. The house was indeed large for a bedroom, and it was simply furnished, with only a desk, a wardrobe, and a three-headed candle stand on the bedside table.

From the point of view of the layout style, the cow in the sacrificial silkworm cocoon is obviously following the local customs, these living utensils have strong local characteristics, and a few or five representative clay puppets are also placed in this sacrificial room.

Lu Xiaofeng walked over, his brows furrowed, in front of a few clay puppets, he seemed to think of something, supported his chin with his hand, and recalled carefully.

Lu Xiaofeng needs someone to give Lu Xiaofeng a touch, even if it's just a sentence, Lu Xiaofeng thought, maybe Lu Xiaofeng is deeply involved and can't look at this matter from the perspective of a bystander, so Lu Xiaofeng needs someone to give Lu Xiaofeng new inspiration from another angle.

Lu Xiaofeng could feel that Lu Xiaofeng was quite close to the answer, and it could even be said that as long as he stretched out his hand, he could get it, but Lu Xiaofeng didn't have a clear direction......

To be honest, regardless of whether Lu Xiaofeng is a righteous author or not, as a child who is only twelve years old, facing so many deaths has obviously exceeded his limit. The mood of these two days is somewhat unstable, and his understanding of death will always remain in stories and fantasies

, Even if he has encountered a dark author who has been eliminated by the righteous author, Lu Xiaofeng will feel that the death here represents the loss of evil nature,