Pagang Toast walked in the jungle he was familiar with, and he felt that he had a distant and trance-like dream, in which he had managed to escape back to the Gala Cave, and told the strange girl everything that had happened, and he was prescribed a dose of coptis soup for diarrhea, and after a while he sent for him warm rice soup, and he drank three bowls in a row, all of them were the largest, and his clothes were changed, and then he was given a quiet place to stay, and he could sleep without being vigilant.

However, he did not return to Galadong, he did not get medicine, food, and safe shelter, and he had to continue in the direction of Galadong in pain, which made him almost unwilling to wake up from his dream, but Paigang Toast was a strong-willed man, and he knew that there was only one end if he did not overcome the difficulties in Yishan.

He split thorn after thorn, and he wanted to return to Gala Cave as soon as possible, not only because he could get supplies there, but also because the thing in the Black Mountain was chasing him closely.

Hell he, he's made up his mind not to think about what is in Montenegro, what his companions are drawn to it.

He had seen strange flames jumping on the priests, burning sacrifices but not burning them, and on the battlefield, the priests could cast more spells, and one of his daughters was a disciple of the high priest, and according to her, she could hear the joy and anger of the Gruul in the wind, at least, she could summon invisible oracles with the bells given by the high priest, but more priests, without that power, they would sing songs in praise of the Gruul gods, beat drums at festivals, and lead the people to sacrifice straw men and roosters to the gods, and their role was limited to thatAs long as any enemy samurai gets close enough, they can only rely on their swords to protect themselves. According to Paikon's observations over the years, there was only one of the five men who were powerful among the priests. And all these priests, including his daughter, can be killed with a knife, and those priests who call for wind and rain on the battlefield are inadvertently hit by poisoned arrows, and when they die, they are no different from ordinary people, and none of them can come back to curse the murderer who killed him.

Therefore, his attitude towards the priests who can summon feng shui, thunder and lightning and invisible oracles for him is the same as the attitude of the slave traders outside the mountains who can bring him gold, silver and steel, he does not feel that they are special beings, those slave traders can bring him beds from outside the mountains that he cannot make, these priests can bring him from outside the sky the oracles that he cannot make, since something quarries like ducks, he naturally treats them in the same way as ducks— He paid them slaves and other goodies in exchange for their services, and if necessary, sold them at a higher price. When it is necessary, it means when their existence is strong enough to threaten him, or when they are too weak to retaliate against his threat.

In order to win the high priest's trust, he sent his own daughter into the high priest's ranks, but left most of his power in Galadong. If the priests had won the victory outside the mountain, his daughter would have been able to rely on his old investments to ask for a share, and if the priests had not returned, Paigang Toast, who had preserved the most strength, would undoubtedly be able to reap a fortune from his neighbors, who had been weakened by their over-belief in oracles.

This is a somewhat blasphemous thought against the Guru god, but Pagang Tusi knows that this is how he and his ancestors survived in Yishan, and treats the priests well and never trusts them.

But that's not even counting the scene he saw near Montenegro!

He had always trusted his knife very much, and he thought that a knife at his fingertips was more trustworthy than his children, but how could a mere piece of iron resist such a force? He could not have killed every one of his companions, and his companions could have killed him easily, not even with a knife.

He remembered once again the white eyes they had opened together, without pupils, and the many same eyes that had been opened on them.

There was more than one mouth growing around those eyes, and those mouths were biting the eyeballs, tearing the flesh around the eyes, biting the eyeballs, and the black oil, not blood, was dripping out of the eyes, he ......

The knife in Paikon Toast's hand suddenly stopped, and then, like a madman, he began to slash, not valuing the good knife in his hand that ten slaves had been exchanged.

For in every vine and branch in front of him grew the same, pupilless, rotten gray-white eyeballs.

The crumbling branches of the plants flew into the air, and on each piece of shards was a bunch of the same rotten eyes looking at him! Those eyes were like the shells of piles of scabies attached to the trees, which were common in the jungle, but those dense trumpet snail shells were far less terrifying, so terrifying, because they were just sucking the sap of the trees! They were completely ignorant of Pagang Toast! And every one of these rotten and pus-draining eyes stared at Pai Gang with eyes that they should not have existed in theory!

Paegang Toast slashed wildly, he used every ounce of his strength without any reservations, he would rather die of exhaustion at this moment, than leave a little strength to think about what would happen to him if he fell into the hands of these eyeballs!

His eyes glazed, his movements slowed, the shards of plants fluttered in his sword, his breath burned his lungs hot, he was almost done—but his body was itching at this moment, as if countless eyeballs were about to burst out of him!

Suddenly, the many eyeballs cracked open a mouth, and Pai couldn't describe what he saw or felt, for the mouths were torn out of the eyeballs, and as those mouths cracked, voices and blood came out at the same time:

"This shouldn't be where you came!"

It was a chorus of many indistinct voices, but Pai Gang recognized the voice of the little girl who had come to Gala Cave not long ago.

saved, he thought, and strangely enough, theoretically the other party was still the enemy who robbed his house and himself.

He let go of the knife and let himself fall.

When he awoke again, the midday sun was falling on him through the heavy clouds and foliage, and he saw himself on a sunny hillside, and Hua Lin was sitting not far from him—the bitter taste of Coptis chinensis in his mouth, and then he remembered that it was not his dream to go back to Gala Cave before, and not so long ago—what was it? Is it an illusion? or is it real?