After I ran out of the silk with the blood on the ground, there was a sudden fog near the silk, and the tree was not visible for a few steps. I tried to take two steps forward, and immediately my nose smelled blood.

Before I could stand on my front feet, I felt a wave of heat fall on the top of my head. When I looked up, a pair of swaying soles suddenly appeared in front of me. When I took two steps back, I saw a man hanging from a branch above me.

The man's face was blurred with flesh and blood, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly, the clothes on his upper body had been stripped off, and a hole more than a foot long had opened on his belly, but the cavity was empty.

"Disemboweled!"

I gasped. Beard tying tickets, tearing tickets, and at most cutting off people's heads, like this kind of heart-splitting and liver-splitting, hanging corpses to show the public, will only happen when the bitter master not only does not give money, but also offends the beard.

Is it true that I went wrong when I gave the ransom twice, so that I got my beard to kill? I couldn't make up my mind for a while......

Just as I was hesitating, I suddenly heard a whooshing sound behind me. I quickly lowered my head, and a long arrow flew over my head and nailed a few inches into the trunk of the tree.

After the bow and arrow were fired into the trunk, the first thing I did was to turn off the flashlight, lean short, stick to the trunk, turn around with my back to the tree, go around the trunk, and poke my head out to look in the direction where the long arrow was fired.

Until now, the mountain road has been foggy, and it is impossible to see which is which. Even if the archer is not far from me, I can't find him, so I can only roughly estimate his location and then find a way to force him out.

I quietly picked up a stone, and was about to throw it out, when I suddenly felt something move around me, and quickly held my breath and retracted my head. Just as I was steady, a dark shadow suddenly swept from the corner of my eye.

The man was crouching beside me with half of his face covered by a dogskin hat, and in his hand he pressed a rusty bayonet, the tip of which was pressed against my ribs. Although I have practiced the kung fu of the iron cloth shirt of the foreign family, I was also scared into a cold sweat by him.

The man turned his head coldly, peeking out of his dogskin hat with a white eyeball, and the bayonet in his hand pushed at me. I leaned back, kicked the ground and lay on the ground, rolling twice in a row to dodge the other man's knife. By the time I got up, the man had disappeared without a trace.

I leaned over to the tree again. After I stood firm against the trunk of the tree, the sense of crisis that the ghost was approaching suddenly rose again. I could feel someone behind the trunk with a knife ready to move, but I couldn't tell if he was on the left or right, so I could only shrink back and wait for the other person to move.

A moment later, the sound of a cotton cloth brushing the trunk of a tree suddenly sounded to my left, and it sounded like someone quietly handing a knife to me.

I pulled out my dagger, gently lifted my back off the trunk, and slowly crouched down, holding the knife around the trunk and passing it to the other side. If I had stayed in the same position as the other man, his stab would have grazed over my head, and my dagger would have pierced him in the lower abdomen.

By the time I pushed the knife through, the sound of my clothes rubbing against the trunk of the tree was still ringing above my head, but my knife was piercing in the air. My first instinct was to turn around immediately, and the other person must have come from behind me.

As soon as I turned around, the tip of the other man's knife flashed in front of my eyes, grazing the tip of my nose and slashing down. At the same time, I also stabbed the other person in the stomach with a backhand. When the eight-inch-long blade sank into the opponent's lower abdomen in an instant, the man exploded into a phosphorus fire in front of my eyes.

Dark green fire erupted from the cuff in an instant, and the unsupported garment fell and was lifted into the air by the tip of my sword—the result of the ghost wearing the clothes of the dead. The ghost was shattered by my stab, and his clothes were naturally left.

I suddenly muttered in my heart: most of the clothes worn by ghosts are burned alive, and once the ghosts are destroyed, the clothes will disappear with them. It's not often that ghosts come out of a dead man's clothes.

I reached out and rolled up my clothes in my hand, and when I got up from the ground, the fog that surrounded me suddenly cleared, and the lights came on on the side of the dreadlocks.

It was only then that I saw that the way into the dreadlocks had become different from when I first arrived.

There was only one road up the hill before we went into the dreadlocks in the evening. Now, this mountain road has become a "human" shaped fork in the road, separated by two forks, one left and one right, along both sides of the gate surrounded by half a lock.

"Upside down green onions!"

I suddenly chuckled in my heart: during the day, if I had seen a mountain road with onions planted in front of the silk, I would not have gone in at all.

The most taboo thing on the mountain road is to plant green onions upside down. People who often go up the mountain know that no matter how bend or twist the mountain road, there will be no two parallel forks, and even if there is, it will not be at the same height, it must be one high and one short.

Once this happens, it can only mean that it is a bad road. And the more regular the herringbone, the more unlucky it is. For this kind of road looks as if a man was planted headfirst down on a hillside, and a living person was planted down from a hill, because all his limbs were struggling, and certainly not flat, either rolling a few laps or going in the wrong direction, and only a dead man would lie motionless on the hill and not get up. It would be even worse if the front of the herringbone was shortened, and then it would be a herringbone without a head.

If the position of the handmaiden is a military camp, it can be better, the army is the main killing, standing behind the headless dead, there is the meaning of killing the enemy to win. But this place has become a den of bandits, so isn't it a broken head?

I hurriedly rushed a few steps in front of the silk and looked back down the hill. The herringbone road was indeed blocked by the projection of the top of the mountain, and it looked like a herringbone that had been erased by someone.

"Oops!"

When I turned around and hurried back, a thought suddenly flashed in my head: Did Lao Yang already see that this was a murderous place?

Before the three of us entered the door, only he said "This is the murderous place". He saw the doorway at that time, how could he dare to go inside?

Before I could come up with a reason, I walked to the door, reached out and knocked on the door twice, and someone opened it for me from the inside.

The monkey who opened the door just glanced at me, and then collapsed on the ground with an "ah", pointing his fingers behind me, but he couldn't say a word in his mouth.

As soon as he shouted, seven or eight people in the room immediately came: "Monkey, what's wrong with you?" ”

Only then did the monkey come to his senses: "Ghost! There's a ghost behind him! ”

"Ghosts?" The men looked at me together, but I didn't even look back. Even if there were ghosts standing behind me, there would certainly be no more of them by now. Otherwise, there are so many people, why are only monkeys seeing?

Lao Yang and the old crutch walked over one after the other, and the old crutch lowered his head and asked, "Monkey, what do you see?" ”

Only then did the monkey breathe a sigh of relief: "There is a dark shadow behind him, half a head taller than him. The man peeked out from behind him with half of his head and seemed to be holding something in his hand. Not anymore. As soon as the brothers came out, the black shadow was gone. ”

The people were furious at what the monkey said, and they all moved back. Lao Yang shouted at the top of his voice: "Don't move!" ”

Lao Yang shouted sharply: "The ghost behind him is gone, maybe someone is hiding behind him!" Hurry up and get out, knock on the door one by one! ”

The monkey's face turned white: "No need......

"No!" Lao Yang picked up the monkey from the ground: "Loser!" As soon as he himself said, 'Don't open the door in the middle of the night,' and you open the door without asking who is outside! If that thing gets into the house, it's going to be a big problem! Get out of here! ”

Lao Yang was talking about monkeys, but he was actually scolding me. I said coldly: "You don't have to point fingers at Huai there. I don't know if I'm followed by something? Don't think that you can endure it, if you have the ability, you can also go out and take a look. ”

As I spoke, I threw the clothes in my hand at Lao Yang's feet.

"What is this? Dead man's clothes! Lao Yang stomped his feet and scolded: "Are you crazy? What do you do with the dead man's clothes? You want to kill us all, don't you? The ghost outside the door must have come with his clothes! ”