When he walked into the mountain, Yu Fenghong looked up at the sky, and felt that there were always a pair of invisible eyes looking at him in the night. He shook his head, convinced that he was hallucinating, and looked up at the snowflakes fluttering in the sky, strapping two bags of salt mud around his waist.

Walk through wet weeds and swamps, and further up the hill is a world of ferns, and a little higher up, the grasses change to dry reeds and miscellaneous trees.

When he looked up and could see the deer turning back to the broken rock, Yu Fenghong entered the dense forest of Butiao Mountain. From deciduous broad-leaved forests to mixed coniferous and broad-leaved forests to coniferous forests, each mountain is a landscape, more like the five seasons of the year.

Yu Fenghong looked at the deer and turned his head to the broken rock, hesitating whether to cherish the boots or suffer from the cold. If you choose the latter, you should climb the mountain barefoot with boots on your back, and if you choose the former, you may get dirty with the first pair of boots that you have only changed to after working hard to collect the round head.

Let's decide to trade boots for warmth. Although these boots are worth a winter round toe Ru.

Yu Fenghong crouched down, gently flicked off a dead leaf that adhered to his boots, took a breath, swished up a tall Wakagi tree, shook a snow particle and fell down, and before the snow particles fell on him, he jumped onto another acacia tree.

In this way, I jumped from one tree to another, and the terrain became higher and higher, and I reached the top of the mountain in a few moments.

It's easy to get down the mountain.

Yu Fenghong is the son of the forest.

Like an ape who has lived in the forest for a long time, he skimmed over a tree with dexterity and dexterity, and when the snowflakes were not raised, he stepped on the sandalwood tree a few feet away, and the sandalwood tree shook lightly, but he was already a mile away.

The fog rises in the mountain stream, and the snow in the stream is vast, and you can hear the sound of snow particles colliding with snowdrifts on the ground, and you can hear the clatter of snow crushing the branches of trees in the mountains.

It seems that he is used to seeing Yu Fenghong swinging around in the woods, and after several hills, all the birds and beasts in the forest are indifferent to his comings and goings. The birds of the forest continued to cat, and the beasts hiding in the hollows of the trees showed no interest in him swinging around.

He came halfway up the mountain stream.

The fog rises in the mountain stream, and the snow in the stream is vast, and you can hear the sound of snow particles colliding with snowdrifts on the ground, and you can hear the clatter of snow crushing the branches of trees in the mountains.

Yu Fenghong untied the rope on his waist, looked at a acacia tree opposite the mountain stream, tied the waist rope into a slipknot, and was about to throw it over.

Suddenly, the mountain stream was like a galloping horse, stirring up a sky full of snow and mist, followed by icy snow particles splashing and falling.

A group of owl-like monsters flew up in the mountain stream, and they swept in front of Yu Fenghong's eyes in a panic, and they fought head-on with Yu Fenghong, Yu Fenghong looked at it sharply and was startled.

These owls have human faces, monkey-like bodies, and dog-like tails.

"Human-faced owl!" Yu Fenghong was secretly shocked, he had heard his father say that this was a kind of monster in the ancient Butiao Mountain, but he didn't expect to meet him today.

While he was still surprised, another flock of colorful birds flew up from the mountain stream. These birds, called Sleeping Birds, are normally hidden in an unknown place all year round, and only fly in groups when they smell blood.

When he was five years old, his mother gave birth to his sister on the top of Mount Biraji, and the sleeping birds flocked up against him, and he did not see them again for five years.

When the snow covers the mountains, these evil birds will nest on the cliffs that the Terrans cannot climb. But now, for some reason, these sleeping birds have night terrors?

A big monster bird fell behind and was about to flutter its wings when it snapped to the ground, screaming and fluttering in the snow in panic.

Yu Fenghong looked at the deep stream locked by the thick fog, and was a little flustered for some reason.

The strange bird stopped suddenly, just flapping its wings vigorously and trying to escape, flapping its wings again and again, and failing to hit the wall again and again.

In addition to the snowflakes in the mountain stream, it was silent for a while.

Just as Yu Fenghong was turning his mind, a huge horse rushed out of the mountain stream, no, it was not a horse, it was a monster with a body like a horse, but with a face like a human, and it rushed towards the strange bird fluttering in the snow.

At the time of the calcium carbide fire, I don't know why, Yu Fenghong threw the rope to the opposite acacia tree with one hand, wrapped his arm around the end of the rope, slid to the mountain stream, stretched out his hand to pick up the strange bird, and when the monster swooped at him again, he had swung to the opposite acacia tree.

When he peered through the cracks in the branches of the trees to see the huge monster, he was staring at the monster in the mountain stream, and the monster's faint blue eyes clearly regarded him as prey.

Yu Fenghong was taken aback, hugged the strange bird, jumped a few trees in a row, and left