The big white face that sneaked out of the back of the tree and the laughter was very permeating, not to mention how terrifying it was in the dark woods where the wind was howling.

Ruicao, who had a serious expression and held the dagger with both hands, gave Mu Yirong a gesture, asking him to be optimistic about longevity, and he would solve those miserable white faces first.

Mu Yirong wanted to take the lead, but he hadn't figured out what those miserable white faces were yet, and it was indeed safer for Ruicao to explore the way ahead.

And longevity because Seocho is a woman, it is inconvenient to pull Seocho, but he is not so polite to Mu Yirong, just like a young child who refuses to leave his mother's arms, dragging Mu Yirong to death, almost hooking Mu Yirong's neck with both hands and hanging on Mu Yirong's body.

The big white faces that were sneaking behind the trees, probing their brains, and seeing Seocho rushing towards them, their laughter suddenly rose and became more terrifying, like steel needles piercing people's heads, and people's minds gradually became unclear.

Seocho was somewhat affected, she gave Mu Yirong a look, no longer moved forward as cautiously as before, bowed like a cheetah, and rushed forward.

The terrible white faces not far away, the horrible laughter rose again, became urgent and fast, sharp as a steel cone piercing into a person's ear.

Changshou, who couldn't stand it, felt that his ears were going to bleed, so he covered his ears and shrank under a big tree, and wailed a little crazy: "Don't laugh, don't laugh." ”

Mu Yirong wanted to help Seocho, but he couldn't leave his longevity here like this, so he could only look anxiously and worriedly at Seocho who rushed towards those miserable white faces.

A whole white face peeked out from behind the tree, and I don't know what it was, and when I saw Seocho rushing towards them, they all shrank back behind the trees at once, and then poked their heads out again from behind the other trees, and let out one strange shrill laugh after another.

Seocho, who came down from Mount Tai, although the energy in her body was not as good as before, she was in a very good state now, but she didn't expect to be teased tragically chasing a few miserable white faces in the woods.

Those miserable white faces seem to be playing with Seocho to hide cats, chasing and hiding in a terrifying and harsh weird laughter, as if they are playing a game, but in fact, the scene is weird and weird.

Mu Yirong, who was worried that Seocho would be difficult to cope with alone, anxiously asked if Changshou could get up and go with him?

As a result, it's okay not to ask, this question, Changshou, who had been covering his ears and roaring ghosts, suddenly hugged Mu Yirong's thighs suddenly, tightened his hands like pliers, and begged with tears: "Adult, don't leave the small one, don't leave the small one." ”

Mu Yirong, who was clamped on his thigh by Changshou, couldn't move, so he had to turn his head again helplessly to look not far away, only to find that those miserable white faces were gone!

Seocho is gone!

A group of Mu Yirong, who pulled Changshou up from the ground violently, dragged Changshou, who had lost his soul and looked dazed, and hurried to the place where the miserable white face came out.

Changshou saw that those miserable white faces were gone, and immediately grabbed Mu Yirong's arm: "My lord, those ghost things are gone, let's go down the mountain quickly!"

Seocho disappeared, how could Mu Yirong go down the mountain, he looked at Changshou with tears on his face, and said You go down the mountain first, then he shook off Changshou's hand and ran deeper into the mountain.

Standing in place and not moving, Changshou trembled and put the short knife in front of him, looked at Mu Yirong, who was getting farther and farther, stretched his neck, and shouted upwards in a voice that he thought was safer: "My lord, the little one will go down the mountain to move the rescuers first." ”

Seeing that Mu Yirong waved his hand, as if the condemned prisoner had received an amnesty for a long life, he immediately held his short knife and ran towards the bottom of the mountain.

In the dead of night, the wind gusted in the deep mountains, and the strange and strange sound of ghosts crying wolves howled, wrapped in the howling cold wind, like a call from the underworld.

Mu Yirong liked mountaineering very much when he was a child, and when Mu Jingzhong had time, he would accompany Mu Yirong and Mu Yixing to climb the mountain together, but most of the time, Mu Jingzhong didn't have time.

Occasionally, most of the time is at sunset after dinner, or the moment when the rooster cries before the dynasty, which makes the two brothers Mu Yirong and Mu Yixing's impression of the mountains stay in the dark for a long time, and the animal sounds are particularly ugly.

Mu Yirong, who was no stranger to the deep mountains at night, was standing on end at this time, and he could clearly feel that something was moving rapidly behind the surrounding trees, but because the speed of movement was too fast, he couldn't see what it was at all.

It's not a beast, the footsteps of a beast running won't be so soft!

It's not human, humans don't run so fast!

For some reason, in Mu Yirong's head, the green-faced and fanged green-faced ghost they talked about suddenly appeared in the tavernkeeper's mouth, the mountain god of this Qingshen Mountain.

"Who is it, don't pretend to be a ghost, come out quickly!"

Mu Yirong, who stopped, had a horizontal sword in front of him, and looked around vigilantly.

Suddenly, he felt a chill down his spine, wind behind his back, and hurriedly put his sword behind his back without waiting to turn around.

With a sound of "dang", something extremely hard hit the sword body hard, shaking Mu Yirong's body and running forward a few steps, almost falling.

Mu Yirong, who quickly stabilized his body and turned around, saw that in the darkness, there was a green-faced and fanged demon, staring at a pair of golden eyes, standing next to a big tree, watching him.

It turns out that the legend is true!

It is impossible for a person to have golden eyes, and the eyes of this blue-faced ghost are brighter than the golden eyes of the fallen demon fog leopard demon, as dazzling as the sun, and in the dark and dark night, they are like two bright lights.

Is it a demon?

Or is it a demon?

Is it the ghost of those big white faces?

Is the missing Seocho captured by it?

Mu Yirong, who was clenching his sword, was about to speak, but the blue-faced and fanged ghost suddenly flashed and disappeared.

"Don't go, where is Xiaocao'er?"

Mu Yirong, who was running forward with a sword, came to the big tree where the green-faced fanged ghost was hiding, but saw nothing but fallen leaves.

There were no footprints on the ground, and Mu Yirong, who looked up suddenly, looked up, but saw that there was not even a single bird in the dense and opaque canopy.

The sassy yin wind, with the strange sound of a ghost crying wolf, made a comeback, like a poisoned nail, "bang" and nailed to people's hearts.

Mu Yirong, who felt a chill all over his body, twisted his eyebrows into twisted flowers, looked into the depths of the woods like an abyss, and called out the name of Seocho.

"Cousin Xiaocao'er, where are you?"

Except for the gust of wind mixed with strange sounds, no other sound could be heard in the woods, as if the mountain had been covered with a hood and cut off from the world.

Seocho was gone, Mu Yirong's heart seemed to be missing, and he anxiously searched around.

Although Seocho is a demon, her abilities are limited by various factors and she is unable to perform at her normal combat level. And the ghost who is suspected of being a blue-faced ghost, his strength is extraordinary, just a blow just now, he almost broke his sword, and Seocho faced it alone, maybe he would suffer.

It's just that why didn't the blue-faced ghost kill himself?