Xiangxi Mountain.

The thunderstorm is amazing.

The heavens are angry.

The rescue helicopter has completely lost its effect, and can only rely on ground rescue, and every rescuer is risking sacrifice, step by step into the mountains, and the road ahead is repaired, but no one can guarantee that there is no problem on the road in the deep mountains.

There is no road there, and even if there is, it is a path.

If it weren't for the coincidence that the tomb robbers stole the ancient tombs deep in the mountains, no one would know.

The road that can be opened to traffic has long been opened, and the problem now is not the road that can be opened to traffic.

The question now is whether there is a problem with the road that was not open to traffic in the first place.

If it collapses there, too.

The consequences are unimaginable!

It's still night.

The wind-blown people are about to drift away.

Can't open your eyes.

Everyone is really scared.

"Captain, the road ahead is open!"

The rescuers roared and shouted in the captain's ear, the wind was strong, the thunder was louder, and if they didn't roar like this, no one else would be able to hear it.

The captain was so tired that he had to get rid of his whole body, and he was covered in mud, cold and hard.

The last time he ate hot food, he also forgot when it was.

Even the spirit is a little trance.

Fortunately, the rain stopped.

But no one knows when the rain will continue to fall.

Take advantage of the rain to stop and go all out.

"Okay, substitution, move on! Pay attention. ”

The captain also roared loudly, he mustered up his spirits, clapped his hands, and signaled everyone to be careful, and they must be especially careful about their feet.

"Stay safe."

One by one, the people around him crossed him

But when he spoke, he felt that everything around him was quiet, and it seemed that no one was paying attention to him.

After saying that, he spun around, turned around and fell.

"Bang", a bang, hit a lot of mud.

"Captain?"

Someone pulled the captain up, the captain was fine, he was snoring.

It's so tiring.

He fell asleep standing up.

"Substitution, let's go!"

Someone dragged the captain down with all hands and feet, life and death.

You don't have a choice.

Fortunately, this time, there were a lot of people coming.

The first few people who entered the mountains all retreated, and they were all fine.

Cooking with gas.

It's just that the captain who was sent away, his brows were only frowned.

It looks extremely uncomfortable.

Even if he fainted from exhaustion, his ears still didn't stop, but this time, what came out of his ears was not the sound of thunder and lightning at all, nor the sound of everyone's cheering and cheering.

Now the sound of sacrifice came through his ears.

Countless people used deep guttural voices to constantly resonate with something, and in this deep mountain, there seemed to be something that was going to wake up.

No, not intending to wake up.

It is waking up.

These people, in front of this behemoth that is about to wake up, are small and pitiful, almost like a group, walking towards the bottomless darkness.

A journey forward into the unknown.

The captain was inexplicable, and suddenly there was an incomprehensible fear in his heart.

He wanted to call, but his body was like a ghost's bed.

Consciousness is somewhere between the dream and the real.

Powerless.

The captain is quite spiritual.

There is a lot of chance.

It's a pity that if you don't pay attention to this now, the captain can still hear the sound of this sacrifice, and there is a voice full of righteousness.

However, compared to the former.

The latter is still a little weak.

……

A few hours later.

In the camp.

The silence is terrible.

A strange voice came.

Mixed with the scent and the smell of rust like blood.

The previous riot was over, and the only thing left was the blood all over the place, and the strange scent, the smell of gunsmoke.

The surrounding trees were washed away by the heavy rain not long ago, and the smell of corpses was slightly reduced.

The smell in the air is no longer disgusting.

Even so, the staff who hung from the camp above seemed to be staring at the camp with no eyes.

They were pierced by a banyan tree.

It's lifeless.

The blood was converging towards a point, and it was stopped again.

The man who stood in front of them was dead.

The man of great valor, who prevented several tragedies from happening.

Exhausted and dying.

There are even more living people, constantly crawling towards the depths of the deep forest, but it can be seen from their bleeding eyes that their eyes have long been blind.

There was a voice calling them back, but they turned a deaf ear.

In the midst of this camp.

The resentful and eerie voice sounded, and the spell that was originally used to subdue the evil spirits became extremely treacherous in such an environment.

It was as if someone was laughing, and in the uncontrollable laughter, the spell was spit out clearly.

As soon as the wind blew, the sound became more and more ethereal.

【Nan Mu Sapo】

【Botuobodi】

【Sa Tak Cons】

【Nan no Sadonan】

【Sambodha】

【Ku Zhi Murmur】

……

It was the Lengyan Sutra, and there were other voices coming, the same treacherous abnormality, which made people feel cold all over the body.

[Emperor Chen, forgiveness is important two]

[Marriage in the sky, Bo Ruojing Yaohua]

【Wucheng One Divine Peak, Tianzhao Swallowing the Green River】

【阊阖林丹井,云门嵯峨】

[Seven non-Tongqi cover, even Wan is also a demon]

[Six days of Hengbei Road, this is the home of ghosts and gods]

Under the spell of the Northern Emperor Fu as thin as a gossamer, in the heavy rain, an ancient altar was washed out.

Someone has had a big Jiao here.

It's a pity that this Dajiao doesn't seem to have changed the general trend.

In front of the uninhabited altar, a large number of tablets cracked and decayed.

Strangely, incense watches, incense candles, have traces of burning.

It's like it just burned.

However, the god card on this is lost.

Whether it is the Lengyan Town Spell or the Northern Emperor Fu Spell, under the passage of time, they have gradually lost their effect.

A pair of jade stones were just right, and they were exposed to heavy rain.

Gangmao, a common thing to ward off evil in the Han Dynasty.

Jade is the most top-notch raw material.

On top of this rigidity, there is also an incantation engraved.

The gang also cracked, and blood poured out of it.

The total annihilation of the army did not occur.

There are still people alive in the camp.

In other words, there are still quite a few people alive.

However, they all look extremely bad.

Both of Professor Han's eyes became bloody holes.

Beside him, Xu Nian's senior brother was lying on the ground and died.

Outside the open tent, several classmates who had lost their eyes were dying.

Xu Nian's senior brother looked extremely terrifying, his eyes widened, his eyes were still there, but the expression on his face was so distorted that people couldn't recognize who he was.

Professor Han is still alive, but he's not much different from dying.

"I'm sorry, teacher."

His hand clutched the USB flash drive.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong."

Professor Han was left with only this sentence, like an obsession, repeating it constantly.

The wind blew, and the voices of people were heard.

"Okay, we've got it, we're ......"

It was the shouts of the rescuers, and they saw a miracle again, that is, after entering the mountain, there were not as many sections of the road that the flash flood washed away, but after coming to the camp, the scene he saw was far beyond his imagination, and when he saw this scene, the visual impact was too great.

He shook and almost threw up.