The weak Ma Sihai was lying on the kang and dying, although the old man's body was no longer what it used to be, but his mind was still bright, walking around in the mountains all the year round, how could this little demon thing be hidden from him?

"Mouse......" he called softly.

"Hey, old man, do you want to get up and drink some water?" Lu Haotian helped Ma Sihai up.

"What about Xiaoya and my granddaughter?

"Huh? no...... I don't know...... Maybe I'm going on a date...... No, I probably went to find herbs for you. "Lu Haotian is hesitant.

"Quick...... Help me up, these two children don't know how thick the sky is! I said that I would not be allowed to enter the ridge at night, why didn't I listen?" Ma Sihai tried to get off the ground, but he couldn't support himself, and he almost fell down as soon as he put on his shoes.

"Lie down, they're so adults, it's okay, I saw them go out with guns on their backs just now. ”

"Confused! This dead girl has eaten the guts of an ambitious leopard? If the master has three long and two short and called me, how can I explain to the master if this old bone goes down? Is this miasma floating down from the Black Dragon Mountain outside?" Ma Sihai has already seen six ways and ears to all directions.

"Seems to be, right? What's wrong? Isn't it normal for the fog to get in the ridge?"

Ma Sihai beat his chest and told him, this is not an ordinary fog, it is the miasma conjured up by the evil in the Black Dragon Mountain, the reason why the Orion of the Black Dragon Tun never enters the Lingzi after nightfall, is because the Lingzi must pass through the Black Dragon Mountain, there were goblins in the Black Dragon Mountain decades ago, and the things enshrined in the Black Dragon Temple are actually not Shuerhaqi of the previous dynasty, but the mountain ghosts.

"What do you call a mountain ghost?"

"It's too late to explain to you rabbit cub now, help me up the mountain!" Ma Sihai has run out of oil, and he has no strength, and he still fell on the kang after struggling for a long time, his breath is uneven, and he may not be able to fall in one breath at any time, but he is still worried about the safety of his granddaughter and the young master.

"You always rest first, I'll pick them up!" Lu Haotian covered Ma Sihai and was about to leave.

"Mouse, don't go, it's too late, it's too late for us to go now, it's up to their creation! ”

Lu Haotian asked: "Should that play be so evil?" Old man, you think of this kid Wushuang too simply, let me tell you, this kid is two big, and he is bold. ”

Ma Sihai took a sip of water, leaned weakly on a pair of boxes on the kang and said, "For so many years, don't talk about me, even my master didn't dare to touch that thing when he passed by Heilong Mountain. Mouse, you are like this, I don't care what method you use, go to the tunzi and steal a living creature for me, chickens, ducks and geese can do anything, in short, don't be human. ”

"Huh? Do you have an appetite? Do you want to eat meat?"

"Don't ask so much, go quickly, it's too late to be late! I hope that the little master will be able to avoid this catastrophe." A trace of sadness appeared on Ma Sihai's face, and he looked even older.

It's Mid-Autumn Festival now, and the temperature in the forests of the Xing'an Mountains can reach almost below zero at night. Wushuang and Ma Ya, a young couple, were trapped in the miasma, and felt more and more cold. There was no way down the mountain around him, so he had to take Ma Ya's hand to find an old tree, and then pick some branches and dead leaves to raise a fire to roast his hands.

"Why did the temperature go down?" said Wushuang, exhaling a breath of air from his mouth.

It is a fact that people in the Northeast are resistant to frost, and in the cold winter of the ninth month, the temperature in the mountains can even plummet to minus 40 degrees, and there is a very buried paragraph to describe the cold of the Northeast. It is said that there is no indoor toilet in the mountains and countryside, and when the stomach growls at night, you have to run to the outside field to solve it, and the most important equipment is not to bring paper but to bring a stick. How do you use this stick? Squatting and pulling it, the other hand has to go back and knock it, why knock it? The temperature is too low, and the hot xx pulls it out and freezes it directly, if you don't knock it, you can ...... So, guys, you say how cold it is in Xing'anling, right?

"Grandpa said that the Black Dragon Temple is a holy place, outsiders can't approach, and they will be cursed by the Black Dragon King, is this the end of trespassing?"

"Don't talk nonsense, what Black Dragon King? I don't believe that Shuerhaqi has a spirit in the sky, can he not accept the incense of future generations? What Black Dragon King, I think it's an evil god, right? Hmph! This old Sam Wang went to the Black Dragon Temple in the middle of the night There must be nothing good. ”

The two of them chattered around the fire, pulling east and west, and the white hair and yellow skin took the sticky bean bun given to it by Wushuang and was gnawing on it with taste, and suddenly its two little eyes emitted green light, and the sticky bean bun was also thrown on the ground, and it ran to the fire, and the hair all over its body stood on end and stared at the miasma and remained motionless.

Wushuang and Ma Ya picked up the guy in their hands, pressed all the bullets into the chamber of the gun, and aimed at the opposite side.

"Shhh...... Hiss...... Creak...... Quack...... "The white hair on the back of the white fur stood up high, and a strange and penetrating roar came from his throat, as if to warn the things hiding behind the miasma not to approach.

The white-haired and yellow-skinned monkey's gills are facing halfway up the mountain, indicating that the thing did not run down the mountain road from the top of the mountain. The white-haired and yellow-skinned man is not a good stubble, don't look at it as if he is a cute pet and sells it beside Wushuang, but it is really a mountain spirit who has only practiced for a hundred years. But all the beasts in the mountains have to be afraid of it, but now, the white-haired yellow fairy is obviously lacking in confidence, and the two little hind legs have begun to tremble, and they retreat to Wushuang's side little by little. This little guy should have recognized the miasma, and knew that he was no match for it.

The white-haired and yellow-skinned man's eye-blocking method has been seen, and he can use the smell in the glands to find the two big men and make them mistake him for a fairy beauty, and this guy's cultivation is also good. But how could the white-haired yellow fairy have the heart to use a blind method now, if he wasn't worried about the safety of his master Wushuang, he would have left a long time ago.

"Brother, should I shoot?" Ma Ya's hands trembled.

"Don't act rashly, I don't know what the other party comes from and I don't know whether it's good or evil, the spiritual things in the mountains are not necessarily all fierce and evil, maybe the situation is not as bad as we imagined. "Musou is very vigilant.

This thing is the five immortals of the Northeast, and its powerful place is not only to find people, this little guy doesn't look at his big head, but his IQ is definitely not lost to the thief fox. It knew in its heart that the guy hiding behind the miasma was not something that it could deal with, so it could only go up in thirty-six ways. It ran back to its owner, its butt pointing backwards, and let out a loud and foul fart.

What does that smell...... It was delicious, and the air and fog around it were yellowed. The smoked Wushuang and Ma Ya covered their noses.