Obediently, he's just telling a story, not a miserable meeting, why is she crying?

Accidentally, he was so scared that his hometown dialect ran out!

She was really too scary, and I wanted to make up a long and miserable story, but I didn't expect her to get more and more energetic the more she listened, so he had to make up the worst way.

It just so happened that he was a dwarf and weak, and just now in order to deceive her, he also said that he had a kidney deficiency.

deceived the past, and she lived up to expectations, and she was sad.

It's just that there are no tears in the dry howl, and even if she is sad, why do you still pick out the pustules?

Guan Qin stared at the female ghost and poked a pustule on her face again, the yellow liquid in the pustule kept dripping on the table, and she almost didn't spit out the acid water in her stomach.

It's scary!

I want to cry.

But he can't cry or vomit, or if she sees him, he'll die.

"Well, don't cry, those things are in the past, we have to look into the future. ”

"Alas, I didn't expect your life experience to be so miserable, worse than mine. It's worthy of being stupid and stupid, they are all so miserable, and their hearts are so kind. ”

“......”

Uh, did she praise him or belittle him?

He is sunny and cheerful, and positive, how can he get into her mouth, he is not only incorrigibly stupid, but also unreasonably stupid?

Whether the wine is poisonous or not, he doesn't know, he only knows that he didn't drink the wine just now.

Hee-hee, didn't drink!

As for why not drink it?

Of course you can't drink it!

If there was some mess of poison in it, he didn't know how to die.

I didn't drink it just now, and I can't drink it now!

Anyway, the sleeves of the groom's costume are long, and the candlelight is dim, even if he pours wine on the sleeve, he may not be detected.

It's better to hurry up and make up a story, make up a long and tragic story.

But before making up a story, you have to let her put aside her doubts.

After all, only by being completely addicted to the story can you empathize with it, and only then can you follow his design.

Silently picked up the wine glass, covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, took a sip of his thin lips, touched the skin of his mouth, and his mouth was wet, as if he had drunk it, and quickly poured the rest of the wine on his sleeve.

"Yes, bold. Seeing that Guan Qin was silent and took a sip of wine, the woman raised her sharp claws and admired loudly.

She also thought that if he pushed back and refused to drink, she would directly wipe him at once!

Unexpectedly, this kid had a bit of luck, and he drank more courageously by mistake.

Forget it, spare his life for a moment, anyway, in the palm of her hand, no matter how she runs, she can't run out of her Five Finger Mountain.

"Sister, do you know, the first time I saw you, I felt ......."

The candlelight burned little by little, the orange flame flickered from time to time, the lamp oil slowly ran out, the wine in the flask became less and less, the sleeves became heavier and heavier, and the smell of wine became stronger and stronger.

The story is thick, and the woman seems to be deeply attracted by the story told by Guan Qin, and she is intoxicated and falls into it.

The story is still being written, Guan Qin calmly extends the story line, while someone is entangled in the story line and bruises all over his body.

A gust of wind blew, the candlelight flickered slightly, and the pleasant sound spread farther and farther.

......

Towering trees, dead branches and leaves, and small mounds of earth stand not far away.

Xiao Zifeng looked haggard, leaning against the tree in ragged clothes, and his eyes swept suspiciously towards the man lying on the ground covered in the smell of wine.

Does he really know where his junior brother is?

Didn't you get drunk and hit by mistake!

Thinking of the scene he had just seen, his smiling face became more and more solemn.

When the junior brother didn't see her, she was very anxious, considering that the forest area was vast and it was too difficult to search aimlessly, so she was ready to go out of the forest first and call some villagers for help.

Unexpectedly, after walking for three or four hours, she had not yet left the forest, and at the same time, she suddenly noticed something, she was lost!

The mobile phone can't be used, the compass square disk is also broken, and the rune paper used for tracking is not known to be invalid or what's going on, and it is even more useless.

It was like falling into a dead knot and being trapped in a cage, and just when she was at a loss and almost crazy, she suddenly saw a drunk man.

In line with the idea that a dead horse is a live horse doctor, she asked a few tentative questions, but she didn't expect the man to really give her an answer.

The man said that there were ghosts in the forest, female ghosts who specialized in eating the spirits of men, and then brought her here.

Although it sounds incredible, as a Taoist, she has seen a lot of bizarre and strange things, and she feels that men should tell the truth.

The trees are tall, the dead leaves are piled up, and the smell of decay is very strong and depressing.

As if a big stone had been pressed in his heart, Xiao Zifeng quietly observed the surroundings, and his sharp eyes finally fell on the mound.

Skipping the drunken man, his feet on the dead branches and leaves, the clatter sound was like a monster's chew.

Xiao Zifeng carefully took out the upgraded peachwood sword from his waist and walked towards the small mound step by step.

His eyes were dripping, but he didn't notice anything unusual around him, and he half-squatted and grabbed the dirt from the small mound.

Loess?

Staring at the loess on the palm of his hand in surprise, Xiao Zifeng hurriedly walked to another mound and grabbed another handful of soil.

Or loess!

Walk through each of the small mounds in disbelief and see the color of each mound, which is a gritty loess.

How can it be loess?

The soil in the world is divided into several types, among which loess, black soil, and red soil are the most widely distributed, but the distribution of soil is related to topography, topography and climate.

It is southerly, the climate is warm and humid, and the mountains are high, so it should be dominated by laterite, but why does loess appear?

Loess is generally distributed in the land of the Yellow River, which is affected by climate and topography, and is gravelly and suitable for the growth of wheat.

Looking down and thinking for a while, Xiao Zifeng walked quickly to the big tree, picked up the layers of dead leaves, and grabbed a handful of red soil.

Then I skimmed over the soil of a few large trees and weeds, and found that it was all red soil.

The soil in the forest is red soil, and these small mounds are loess, and there must be cats in them.

Untied the bag behind him, took out an object similar to a small shovel from the backpack, and ran to the small mound with a smile, and picked up the soil.

"Oh, what are you doing! Don't pick it up, be careful that the female ghost eats you. The drunkard was lying on the ground in a daze, chirping, and was sitting in a lively dream, when he looked up and saw Xiao Zifeng holding a shovel to dig the grave, he suddenly woke up seven or eight minutes drunk, staggered over, and exclaimed.

Hearing the drunkard's words, the shovel in Xiao Zifeng's hand was stunned, and the senior brother's crying and miserable face suddenly appeared in his mind, and the movements in his hands were even more fierce.

The junior brother must be waiting for her to save him, and she has to find the key point quickly.

Brother, wait for her!

"Oh, little girl, why haven't you heard. This is the hiding place of the female ghost, if you take her house, will she let you go?

"No, I won't go anywhere if I haven't found it. ”

"You Nizi, why is your temper so strong, the female ghost is strong, you can't beat her, people, you have to spare your life. ”

Glimpsing the man's heartache, his face was sad and indignant, the shovel in Zifeng's hand paused slightly, his eyes stared directly at the man, and he asked firmly, "Have you ever seen a female ghost?"

She never believed in coincidence, just as she never believed in pie in the sky.

No coincidence in the world is inseparable from intentional arrangement, she walked around the forest for more than a few hours, and only met him, still a drunken drunkard, now that I think about it, it feels extremely strange.

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