If this is true, this place is surrounded by a stretch of mountains, what is so terrible about the mountains? Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I thought about saying goodbye to them directly, but after thinking about it, even if they were willing to let me go, they would definitely have to ask their ancestors for instructions, whether they could approve it or not was another matter. I walked around the playground like a walk, getting closer to the fence. This power grid is both inside and out, and there is a lookout, is this a prison? Then the surrounding mountains and forests must be unimaginably difficult to walk, it seems that it is better to walk from the gate, from the road, take your time!

I secretly prepared my bag, as well as the Mongolian knife, and paid attention to the date and method of delivery of supplies, and there was a building that was close to the mountain, and all the supplies and food were distributed from that building. With solid doors and windows, and no doors for vehicles to enter and exit, I guess that the supplies must have been brought into the building from the mountain, and the communication with the outside world must have been through the mountain behind the building, and the mountain must have a lot of problems! I tried to get out of the soul and enter there, but it was the interface of the outer edge of the sphere, which meant that my ghost could not enter the building. I have no choice but to fight hard!

It was a few hundred meters from my dormitory to that small building, and there was so much surveillance equipment in between that it was impossible to get there completely undetected. The only way to do this is to go fast, to get through this section quickly, and to minimize the time it takes to appear on the monitor. At night, it was ten o'clock, and I quietly carried my backpack. In fact, there was nothing in it, only the light summer dress. The lead block and bank card were all in the pocket of the jeans jacket on his body, and he stuck the meniscus Mongolian knife at his waist. I didn't go down the corridor, anyway, on the first floor, I jumped out of the window and bowed all the way to the small building.

The small building is a building without any artistic and individual characteristics, completely for practicality, like a piece of mahjong tiles. The windows are small. I leaned down to the base of the wall, testing if the window could be opened. When I got to the third window on the left, it was actually hidden! I climbed onto the windowsill, twisted around and gently squeezed the sash open and fell into the room. The room was empty and pitch black, except for a table against the wall on the left side, with a chair on each side. There is a calligraphy painting hanging on the wall, and the strange thing is that there is a bronze mirror at the top of the calligraphy and painting!

As soon as my feet hit the ground, I felt a force enveloping me, a control from my body to my soul, and I felt that I was surrounded! It is my soul that is fixed as if it were nailed to the ground. But my body moves, but it doesn't, faithfully guarding my soul. Although it was frozen, it did not affect the senses, and there was a faint starlight behind him that shone through the small window and shone behind him, so faint that it seemed to be nothing. I'm completely out of idea now, and I feel that the mana of the bronze mirror should have fixed my soul, but what should I do? I have no time to regret my recklessness except to think and guess what will happen next.

I didn't have time to react, and in the darkness, the image of an extremely ugly demon suddenly appeared in front of me, suddenly appearing in front of me, and it quickly took shape and rushed towards me at the same time. The momentum seems to be rushing towards me when it is not formed, and it has an image when it is closer, the room is not large, a total of more than 20 square meters, except for the table and chairs, there is only two-thirds of the open space left, the evil ghost is less than three meters away from me from the position where it appeared, it didn't take half a second to pounce in front of me, I was frozen and completely helpless, and I didn't have time to do any mental activities, so I had no choice but to prepare for this hot collision. But my body reacted unexpectedly and pulled out the Mongolian knife in my arms. He didn't have time to react, so he only pulled out half of it and blocked it in front of him, and twisted his face to the right, and the evil ghost hit the blade of the knife with a miserable howl and cracked in all directions. At the same time, there was a fire in front of my eyes, but fortunately, the evil spirit and the flames were only aimed at my soul, and my body was not restrained at all. Then the fire dissipated, and darkness returned to his eyes. Before I had time to think about it, a second demon had already appeared, and it swooped down on me so decisively and mercilessly and without suspense. It was as if it had been thrown at me from a great distance, and my body lived up to its expectations once more, and the Mongolian sword I drew slashed the flaming demon into a burst of salute from top right to bottom left, and with a pop of ashes. Then came the third, which ended similarly.

It seems that thanks to my crescent moon Mongolian knife, I remember that the ghost in the Five Directions Ghost Bureau said that my knife was quenched and washed with ghosts, so it was able to prevent ghosts. I can't imagine provoking a knife with a ghost, I've caught a ghost, but I still can't imagine how I can provoke a knife with a ghost. In ancient times, soldiers poured the blood of their captives on their war drums and called the Drum of Provocation, which was said to instill extreme fear in the enemy and boost their morale. There is a very good cowhide drum in our village, and when I see the adults stirring the drum with hot butter, chicken blood, and grease from dogs, I feel that when it sounds, these animals are extremely panicked, and it is not only the effect of sound on the animals. But how can I use ghosts to provoke and wash the sword? It must be the great witch of the Mongolian army, who used some strange magic to give this knife such a blessing for ghosts, it seems that it is really not easy for me to use a knife! It can be seen from this that the character in the dinosaur skull will be so prominent. And I'm a little annoyed that the family kung fu I practiced since I was a child is actually based on swordsmanship, and I always want to hold up the sword flowers of the ladies with this meniscus knife, which is really like a crooked monk chanting. The attack these people made on me today must have been prepared to cause damage to my soul, but they ignored the existence of this war knife, thinking that it was just an ordinary antique-grade Mongolian war knife, fortunately, otherwise I don't know what kind of destruction they would have caused to me!

Without further ado, it didn't take me three seconds to go through such a thrilling state of extreme danger, and my body and mind fell into a state of extreme darkness, but I still couldn't move!

As I was hesitating, a silver needle suddenly appeared in front of me in the darkness, saying that the silver needle was just the shape of a silver needle, just like the silver needle in acupuncture therapy I had seen. The back half of the thin white needle shaft was carefully wound with a thinner copper wire, but the silver needle in front of me was more than a meter long and as thick as my fingers, and appeared out of thin air two meters away from me and viciously stabbed me in the chest. My body was not hurt, but my consciousness felt a strong pain, and I could not avoid or struggle with a heart-rending scream! But the second needle came out again, and pierced my soul again, and then the third, and then the fourth, and then the fifth!

The pain that penetrates deep into the soul is unimaginable, and it feels like putting your whole body in hot oil and boiling it in hot oil, and the pain continues like this, and you even hope that you will die soon to end the pain, but you can't. If you want to feel it, you can put your finger into the hot oil pan and try the feeling that you can't pull back, it's just your fingers, but what if it's the whole body?

When the third root first appeared, I was already expecting myself to die, but now that the sixth root has appeared, do I have to endure it, but what can I do? The sword has no effect on this needle!

The so-called eternal life is also beneficial, that is, no calamity can die, and since you cannot die, you have to endure all the calamities that cannot be avoided. The silver needle stopped when it reached the ground, and I don't know what would happen if the seventh came again, and then I heard that this kind of witchcraft is called the Seven Star Soul Breaking Needle, and there should be seven, why the seventh didn't appear immediately at this time I don't know why, in short, I suffered six tortures against my soul. It just went on, and I couldn't put it up any way. But after that, I don't know how long, it seemed like a few years of suffering, and I finally got used to the pain. Because no matter how great the pain is, it will leave a little blank space for thought, and I thought that the first is a kind of witchcraft that prick an idol with a needle, and the second is that this witchcraft is done by someone in another place, that is, there must be someone who is piercing an idol with a silver needle, and this idol represents me. But what can I do? And that's the third point that comes to mind, the proportional position of the person who stabs the idol with my sword. I waited, waited for the seventh needle to appear. That's when the seventh needle really appeared!

I threw my sword at the non-existent needle-wielding hand, and a flash of light slammed it into the wall across from me. The silver pins shook violently and disappeared from my soul.

The pain in my soul slowly dissipated, and I fell to the ground and gasped fiercely, but fortunately my body was not harmed in any way, but there was no sword in my hand. I wondered in horror what to do next, what to do if there was some torture to come! I didn't have time to think too much, I had to react quickly, I don't know how I reacted so calmly and immediately, pulled out the scabbard from my waist and threw it hard, and smashed it at the bronze mirror at the top of the calligraphy and painting. With a snap, the bronze mirror shook off the wall and fell to the table, and without any rolling, the mirror fell face down, and the protruding mirror swayed against the table. The force that controlled me became minimal, and I slowly got up.