Hanging a large circle of strange knives and one, even if they take off their robes, there are still monks, and the old and the young go out like this.

Those bleak scenes that were very vague at night are now unreservedly exposed to the eyes of Su Wu and the old monk, in fact, as long as Su Wu went to see them seriously last night, he could always see these scenes clearly, but Su Wu was unwilling.

The bleakness that he didn't want to see last night was now directly stopped on Su Wu's way up the mountain, and Su Wu really believed that the small village that seemed to be exceptionally warm and quiet a few days ago had been completely destroyed.

Everywhere you look, it's a mess.

There was not a single plank intact on the ground, nor a single house that had not been destroyed, but among the pieces of wood shattered like fishbone were corpses lying in all sorts of embarrassments.

Some of them had their heads and feet separated, some of them torn into pieces, and each piece of flesh was crawling with maggots that were disgusting to the extreme.

The crystal clear river of that day finally turned into a river of blood, and even now, a few hours have passed, some of the blood stains are still bright red in the black.

There is no greater suffering in the world than this.

Su Wu couldn't imagine how much force it would take for the river to tear a body of flesh and skin like this.

The old monk and Su Wu just glanced at it hurriedly, and then stepped directly on this thick layer of blood, and began to climb this sloping mountain from that little bud in the forest.

There were once villagers who wanted to go hunting in the mountains with hunting equipment, bring a few wild boars home, and taste the umami of pork, but those strong and powerful men who entered the mountains have never returned, and have never returned, leaving only the widow who stays at home to live alone.

Since then, the forest has had a terrible name - the Dead Forest, and this mountain is also called the Widow's Mountain.

Because the hour was still early, Su Wu and Bu Ren were not too anxious to catch up with their feet, they deliberately completely covered their whole body breath with their own methods, trying not to touch anything that should not be touched, and not to alarm the beasts that were still sleeping in the mountains.

In the early morning, the forest was covered with thick fog, Su Wu and the old monk walked very closely, for fear that they would not see each other's figures in the next moment, in this very strange environment, there is a world of difference between one more companion and one less companion.

The old monk walked in front, Su Wu walked behind, one looked forward, the other looked backward, and only then was he barely able to look forward and backward.

The early morning mist fell on the smooth stones, coupled with a layer of moss that adhered to it, making Su Wu and the old monk walk with extra caution and difficulty.

But they have the power to use Dao Qi, so that the grumpy old monster in the mountain will definitely send a horde of beasts in a fit of rage.

Even if the old monk and Su Wu had some magical powers, they would definitely feel difficult to deal with in the face of more than a dozen fierce beasts that were completely enraged.

Su Wu and the old monk used this slow step to move slowly deeper into the forest.

Everything seemed to be going very well, and along the way, there was no half beast trying to stop the two of them from advancing further.

The so-called extreme of things must be opposed, the more empty there is in the forest, the more the old monk's heart will drop a point.

After walking for a long time, it is clear that a long time has passed, but those thick fogs do not seem to have the slightest hint of dissipation, but are like a still soup, no matter whether Su Wu exhales or blows, these fogs will not move at all.

This is indeed a strange thing, the two of them seem to be trapped in cow's milk at the moment, and they look left and right and look at the white blank of confusion.

Walking and walking, it is still the deserted forest.

The old monk had already noticed that something was wrong, and it happened that the legs of the two of them were also sore, so they stopped on the spot.

"It can't be like this, the old man usually comes to this forest every morning to hunt for food, and he never returns empty-handed. The old monk put his mouth to Su Wu's ear and whispered softly.

"Could it be that yesterday's catastrophe destroyed this forest with me?" Su Wu also spoke softly.

"Impossible, the mountain god and the river god have always kept the water from the well. ”

"What's the reason for that?"

The two of you thought about it word by word.

In the end, the old monk, who was more familiar with this place, thought of the answer.

"It's the flowers, the little yellow flowers that are planted at the bottom of the mountain. "The monk said.

"But those flowers haven't bloomed at all, and they don't have a fragrance. Su Wu retorted.

"You don't understand that some flowers are more useful when they are not blooming than when they are after they have bloomed. The old monk introduced Su Wu quite mysteriously.

"Rosemary, a flower that can hallucinate. When the flowers don't bloom, they don't have any smell that is not easy to detect, and by the time you notice it's often too late. The old monk suddenly raised his tone, and the nervous look on his face became more obvious.

In other words, when this flower is not blooming, it has no smell but can better charm people, and when it blooms, it will emit a rich fragrance, and even if you smell it, you will immediately understand that it has been heavy. Su Wu, whose mind was still agile, quickly reacted, but it was already too late.

The more time passed, the deeper the psychedelia that Su Wu and the old monk fell into, and by now, the two of them had completely fallen into the illusion constructed by rosemary.

"There are only two kinds of relief for rosemary. "Having determined the smell of rosemary after inhaling it, the old monk began to calm down and look for a way to remove the effect.

"Which two?" Su Wu was a little anxious.

Since it is an environment, it also means that they will not be noticed by others when they use Dao Qi now, or they have already fallen into the situation set by the mountain god from the beginning. Any cover-up to the point of sutra will not be able to do the slightest.

"The first is that if we both die here, then the illusion will be lifted. The second is to find a very precious antidote, which is called a thousand dew roots, a kind of grass root that can only grow and form under the watering of just a thousand dew drops. ”

It took the old monk a lot of words to explain these two methods to Su Wu in detail.

Su Wu understood, but didn't know what to do.

Since the mountain gods wanted them to enter this endless illusion, they would not be stupid enough to leave them with the antidote to the fragrance of flowers in this forest.

Now they have been poisoned, and if they don't find a way, they will be trapped in this forest forever.

So, Su Wu and the old monk soon began to move.