The sound of the river law enforcement whistle was distant and dull, and in the dark forest on this side, the two were very compatible.

His flute was only halfway through, and Wang Jiang beside him hadn't finished listening to it yet, and hadn't answered his words yet.

His eyes were not closed, his pupils were completely diffused, his breath was gone, and he spit out his last breath with his mouth open, and the red and swollen parts of his body instantly receded like a tide, and his face turned sallow.

I don't know if the river law enforcement next to me has found Wang Jiang's death, the flute is still the same, without the slightest pause. Listen carefully, it seems that the sound is a little heavier, there is no suona for funeral, and a flute is also the last ritual.

I don't know how long it was, but it was dawn, the sun was shining through the heavy leaves on the ground, countless dust was visible in the sun, and the flute of the river law enforcement continued.

Finally, the sunlight fell on his face, and suddenly the sound of the flute stopped, and he looked at Wang Jiang, who had already died next to him, and looked up at Wang Jiang's last sight.

He smiled unnaturally, as if he hadn't laughed in a long time, and it turned out to be the direction in which the sun was rising.

"Take a boat to ferry pedestrians, and suddenly become strangers in other places!"

The aura on his body adjusted slightly, and the river law enforcement, who had recovered for a short time, tidied up the clothes on his body, waved his sleeves and left without looking back.

Lin Huai'er's uncle and nephew are still in place, although there are no other guards here to guard them, but all around here have been shrouded in formations, and they can't escape with their strength alone, rather than blindly escaping, it is better to wait for the next thing to develop.

"Uncle Lin, be careful not to move!"

Lin Huai'er carefully took care of Boss Lin, who was seriously injured and couldn't move, and never slackened for a moment.

Boss Lin suddenly grabbed her hand, "Huai'er, uncle has nothing to be nostalgic for in this life, only you and I can't rest assured..."

Lin Huai'er pretended to be strong and didn't let the tears stay, and squeezed out a smile hard, "Uncle Lin, what are you talking about!" It's going to be fine, it's going to be fine! ”

She pointed her finger into the distance, "You see it's dawn, we must go back together!" ”

Boss Lin coughed a few times, his two hands were scraped off by Wang Jiang, and he didn't even have the strength to lift up, he wanted to touch this girl who he had grown up watching since he was a child.

With such a severe injury on his body, he was only smeared with some herbs with ordinary medicinal effects, and he could clearly feel that his body seemed to be being pulled by some force, and it was slowly falling.

There is no time, he can already feel how much time he has left in the future, and he wants to talk to Lin Huai'er more at the moment, who was originally speechless all night.

"Well, let's go back together."

"Huai'er, you see that flower is so beautiful, can you help me pick it!"

Following Boss Lin's eyes, it was a yellow flower growing next to a big tree, it didn't look beautiful, this kind of flower was very common and there was nothing unusual.

However, Uncle Lin wanted her to go over and pick it.

Before she could turn around, Uncle Lin's voice sounded again, "Huai'er, if one day in the future you remember everything that happened, don't blame Uncle Lin and me!" ”

"Uncle Lin, what did you say?"

Lin Huai'er held the inconspicuous yellow flower in her hand, and turned around to find that Uncle Lin had closed his eyes at this time, as if he was asleep.

looked at Uncle Lin asleep

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Her brain buzzed in place.

She knew that Uncle Lin was not asleep, how could he sleep with such a serious injury on his body.

He left, walking very quietly, unlike Uncle Lin, who he knew before, every time he saw him, he had to nag a few words before letting himself go.

Tears slipped down her cheeks at some point, and the figure of the river law enforcement not far away also walked over, but she didn't know it.

Dead? He didn't care, took out his long sword and walked towards Lin Huai'er.

Seeing that Lin Huai'er was still immersed in the grief of Boss Lin's death, he put his sword on her neck, "Ha, I didn't expect that the last person to live would be you, your luck is so good." ”

Lin Huai'er didn't react, and looked at Uncle Lin's corpse in a daze.

"Huh?"

Just when he was about to kill Lin Huai'er, he suddenly received an urgent transmission from the river, and learned that when he was not there, Que was in the mountains, and he didn't care about everything here, put away the almost shattered array and left here.

Lin Huai'er was lucky to survive again, but at this moment, she didn't know that she had just escaped from the ghost gate.

The sun was moving fast, and before I knew it, it was noon.

At this time, Wang Jiang's body was still leaning against the big tree, and a large number of ants and insects began to eat his body from nowhere.

Wang Jiang had been dead for some time, his body had stiffened, and the smell of decay was quickly heard around the blast in the sun.

In the sea of divine consciousness, Wang Jiang's last bit of consciousness did not dissipate for some reason, and he still maintained the sea of divine consciousness, he could clearly feel the existence of his divine consciousness, but he could not perceive his body.

The three-colored fire that had previously occupied his sea of divine consciousness shrouded the only bit of consciousness he had, perhaps this was the reason why he hadn't completely dissipated yet.

But he couldn't do anything other than that, that is, he couldn't see the outside, and he couldn't use his power through the protection of the three-color fire.

"Although there is this three-color fire to protect me temporarily, when my body outside completely decays, and without my body as a container, the sea of divine consciousness will also collapse, and when the three-color fire gets out of control, I will definitely die!"

Wang Jiang guessed his end, but he was powerless to change anything, so he could only resign himself to fate.

When night fell, Wang Jiang's corpse outside had begun to appear in a large area, and some of the flesh and blood on his legs and stomach had been eaten by ants, and even some ants had begun to attack his head.

During this time, it was difficult for Wang Jiang to discern how much time had passed outside after staying in the three-color fire, but he saw that his divine consciousness had begun to collapse, and darkness was enveloping him.

In the dark night, an old man in the woods was here to collect some firewood, holding a kerosene lamp in his hand, and there were some scattered branches in the basket behind him.

"Heavenly spirits, earth spirits, demons and monsters will appear soon! Oh, where is the demon, Taiyi Thunder God should turn into Tianzun here, and it will not appear quickly! ”

The old man picked up the branches on the ground, and waved them forward as a Taoist priest, and in the depths of the dark woods, the light of the kerosene lamp could not be reached.

The old man seemed to like to fiddle with these demon slaying movements from nowhere, and shouted some names that he didn't know what they meant, but there was really some movement from the depths of the dark woods under his shouts.

Probably

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Some creature was sleeping when he was awakened by his sudden cry and ran away.

Hearing the movement in front of him, the old man smiled, "You demon, even if you run fast, this time I will let you go!" ”

Throw the picked up branch into the basket behind you and move on.

From time to time, he plays the role of an old Taoist priest who retreats to the deep mountains, shouting the words of subduing demons and subduing demons in his mouth, and the old man is tired of such things.

Finally, he inadvertently tripped over a piece of wood, and the branches he had finally picked up behind him were scattered on the ground, and the kerosene lamp was extinguished.

The darkness soon enveloped the old man, and his heart was extremely frightened, lying on the ground and shouting loudly, "Taiyi Thunder God Yinghua Tianzun is here, and the demons and monsters will not retreat quickly!" ”

A mouse suddenly jumped over his hand, and the frightened old man stood up and frantically shook his touched arm.

"Ahh

The old man suddenly knelt on the ground again, "Don't eat me, don't eat me, old man, I'm old, and I don't taste good!" Whether it's steamed or braised is not suitable, I just said a few words just now, don't go to your heart! ”

The old man kept kowtowing to the depths of the darkness, and suddenly he found that the ground seemed to be flat, there was no gravel, and his head didn't hurt at all!

The old man thought that the grandfather of the mountain god had really appeared and made the land soft, so as to tell himself that the mountain god had forgiven him for his reckless words just now.

He subconsciously reached out to touch the kerosene lamp next to him, but at this moment, he touched and found out what kind of ground this was, this was clearly a person! And a dead man.

This discovery frightened his heart and he hurriedly got up and tried to run behind.

In the dark of night, without the kerosene lamp, he couldn't see his surroundings clearly, and as soon as he turned around, he hit a tree and fainted.

After the old man's random touch on Wang Jiang's corpse, most of the ants on his body were scared away, and the old man who had passed out in a coma fell on Wang Jiang's corpse.

...

The next day, the sun rose as usual, and once again it reached the floor of the woods through the layers of leaves.

The old man, who had been unconscious last night, rubbed his eyes in a daze and woke up.

For a while, he didn't recall the experience of last night, and when he saw himself lying on a corpse, the frightened old man hurriedly withdrew several steps.

After relieving himself, the old man remembered his experience last night, it turned out that he scared himself last night, not the mountain god grandfather!

However, after spending the night with a corpse, the old man also had a chill in his back.

walked up to Wang Jiang's side and looked at it carefully, and sighed, "Oh, which family's son is this, he is young... What a pity! ”

The surroundings are no longer pitch black, and the old man who faced Wang Jiang's corpse was no longer as scared as he was last night, and couldn't help but look at Wang Jiang's appearance to see if he could recognize it, or find his family to claim it!

It looks like the child of a big family, and there are only about 30 families in the village where the old man is located, but there are no big families!

Could it be that the illegitimate son of a certain old man in the town was killed by the wife of the family?

The old man remembered that he often heard the stories told by Mr. Storyteller, and couldn't help but think of Wang Jiang's experience!

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