"Fart!" Zhao Liang sneered: "Who doesn't know, the gourd mouth is the place where the mouth opens?" The place where he came down was obviously the bottom of the gourd. ”

Zhu Weizheng retorted: "If you walk another mile east from where he came down, you can see the exit. Do you dare to let him carry you back, let's take a look. ”

"Shut the fuck!" I said in a calm voice: "Zhao Liang, tell me how to go." ”

Zhao Liang smiled proudly: "Just keep moving forward after entering the forest." ”

I carried Zhao Liang on my back and strode into the woods in front of me. Zhu Weizheng squatted behind me and sneered: "You follow him, just wait for the yellow skin on his body to take out his stomach." When it eats up your internal organs, it will run around with your human skin, and none of your relatives and six relatives will be able to run. ”

I pretended not to hear and walked straight forward. Zhu Weizheng seemed to be ghostly, and kept following me: "You don't believe me, do you?" You can smell his breath if it smells fishy. The yellow skin can hold people, but it can't hide the fishy smell in the mouth. ”

"You can't smell it, do you? Then you reach out and touch his leg to see if there is a layer of fine hair, just like ......"

"Get out-" I pressed Zhao Liang with one hand, pulled out my gun with the other and fired three shots into the grass. Zhu Weizheng finally stopped moving, and I ran into the woods.

When I came out of the woods, the first thing I saw was a large temple made of mountain stones.

The big temple is not pretty, but it covers a large area, and the courtyard wall has been pasted on both sides, which looks like a border fortress deliberately built in the middle of the two mountains. But there is only one main hall in the courtyard. If it weren't for the corners of the temple on both sides of the main hall, someone might have thought it was a farmhouse built in the mountains.

What's more, the temple was built so crudely that not only was no one deliberately designed it, but even from the point of view of the technique, there was not even a qualified bricklayer among the people who built the temple.

"Mountain Temple." I said coldly: "The surname is Zhao, the way you said to live is the mountain temple?" ”

Zhao Liang said unhurriedly: "Didn't you see that the mountain temple is on the mouth of the gourd?" Passing through the mountain temple is the only way to survive, otherwise, you can't get out of the Valley of the Blind. ”

"Fart!" I lifted Zhao Liang off his body: "When the officers and soldiers were repairing the temple, they would block themselves in the valley? What kind of Xu Lie would treat the bottom of the gourd as a periphery? Who have you become? ”

"Listen to me......"

"the!" With a flip of my wrist, I took out a pair of peachwood chopsticks from my bag, and went straight to Zhao Liang's middle finger and clamped it.

If I get home, I can shake Zhao Liang out of his tall head with one palm. However, before I reached that level, I could only use mahogany chopsticks to pinch people's fingers to force the ghosts attached to people out of my body.

"Listen to me......"

Before Zhao Liang could finish shouting, his ghost had already sat up from the tall head, and my cinnabar-stained eagle claws also grabbed his face. Two fingers pierced directly into his skull from his eye sockets, and after the yang energy on the cinnabar exploded in his body, Zhao Liang's head suddenly exploded into a beating spark.

I shook my phosphorous left hand twice, got up from the ground, and strode towards the temple gate.

From the moment I stepped into the courtyard gate, I felt that the air pressure around me had dropped sharply.

Every time I took a step forward, I felt an invisible pressure blocking my way, but every time I tried to stop, there seemed to be another voice urging me forward.

"Go forward, go forward to survive!"

"Enter the temple, war ghosts! Only by fighting to the death can there be a glimmer of life, otherwise you will definitely die. ”

By the time I had taken ten steps, I had already seen the altar in the temple.

On the altar stood a white dead bone, the white bone held a bamboo flower basket in his left hand, and his right hand stretched out two fingers to stand in front of his chest, wearing a blue-gray robe. I don't know how long the dress had been on him, but it still looked like new.

The robe fluttered in the wind, and the tight-fitting suit inside was clearly visible. If I'm not mistaken, the dry bones can stand on the altar of the god without falling, all because of this robe.

Ghosts?

In my memory, even if the mountain god was wearing a robe, he would not carry a basket of flowers. Bamboo is not produced in the Northeast, and wicker is generally used for basket weaving. I was about to take a closer look at the bamboo basket in the other party's hand, but the bluestone ground under my feet suddenly sank......

Organ! When I reacted, there was a loud bang from the bamboo basket in the mountain god's hand. After the fire flashed in front of me, billowing smoke billowed out of the bamboo basket. I reached out to cover my nose and took two steps back.

The bamboo basket in the hand of the mountain god suddenly collapsed, and a sound of sharp arrows breaking through the wind suddenly burst out from behind the gunsmoke. In just an instant, more than a dozen hidden weapons shaped like bamboo strips had already shot out through the smoke of gunpowder.

The secret weapons came so fast that they hit me in the chest before I could react. Under the impact of the hidden weapon, I flipped twice in a row and fell to the ground.

Shortly after I fell, I heard someone coming in from outside. The other party first looked at the door for a while, and then walked in cautiously, and with each step, the man tapped the ground twice with an iron tool or something like that, until he was sure that there was no danger, and then walked to the altar.

The man didn't know what he was doing in front of the altar, and after a while, I heard the sound of bones falling to the ground. That person must have used some special technique to dismantle the skeleton.

Immediately afterwards, the other party dismantled the Shentai again, and after turning the Shentai inside and out, he scolded: "Bullshit! It's all bullshit! What the hell is the treasure of the green dragon, not even a fart! Killed so many people in vain! ”

Old crutch!

The person who walked in from the outside was an old crutch!

The old crutch walked around the temple twice before he came to me. First, he raised his hand and grabbed the backpack on my body twice, and when he saw that the backpack could not be pulled down, he simply took out a knife and cut the strap and grabbed the bag in his hand; Then he grabbed me under the armpit with his toes and turned me over with a sharp slam of his hand.

When I was lying on the ground with my back facing the sky, the other party suddenly exclaimed: "You are pretending to be dead!" ”

"Die!"

I suddenly slapped him and hit him straight into the knee. If I slap it well, one of the opponent's legs will be broken in two immediately. Who knows, the old crutch suddenly took a wrong step at the last moment, let go of his right leg, and handed his left leg up. I slapped that palm on the shin of his left leg.

The old crutch's prosthetic leg was slapped more than three meters away by me, but he himself pointed to the ground with one foot and stepped aside: "Why are you okay?" ”

I reached out and pulled out the hidden weapon inserted in my chest: "You hid in the distance and asked me to go forward, didn't you see me quietly magnifying the ocean?" You think I didn't see that there was something weird about that basket? ”

Although Panshan Eagle is not good at robbing tombs, when it comes to playing mechanisms, it is more clever than ordinary tomb builders.

Bandits gather in the mountains and forests, and usually set traps near the silks, most of which are tricks used by hunters, but they are not very clever. But the old walnut is particularly tricky with traps. His hobby is very special, when he is free, he will ponder traps, mechanisms, when he was young, he also worshipped the master of the mechanism as a teacher, and there were not a few masters who were killed by him with traps.

The old crutch looked at me and nodded: "Okay, good, the future is terrible, the future is terrible!" Unexpectedly, Lao Tzu has been calculating others all his life, but in the end, he let you be a yellow-haired boy to calculate. You make me die, how do you see through me? ”

I laughed, "Although I suspected that you were a master, I didn't find a flaw in you. The flaw appeared in the three ghosts. ”

"Them?" The old crutch was surprised: "What's wrong with them?" ”

I said coldly: "The legend of Qinglong is good, they only know half of it. Back then, the four rangers were not trapped in the mountains. To be precise, three went out. ”

The old crutch's face changed: "How do you know?" ”

"Because I'm a mountain eagle!" I said in a deep voice: "Panshan Eagle and Mountain Patrol Dog, unless you don't see each other, you will never die when you meet." Because they led people to pit Qinglong. Back then, the northeast, south, south, seven, north, six, the Panshan eagle in the thirteen locks, could they easily let them go? The thirteen locks don't dare to touch the officers and soldiers, and it's still okay to touch the mountain patrol dogs of the Jianghu people. ”