Rugged mountain roads.

The entourage of the Japanese army Shaotian Osa, according to the woodcutter's self-made trekking poles, found seven or eight dark brown branches, one for each person.

But they didn't know that the inside of the staff had been broken, and there were insects in it.

Shaotian Dazuo shouted at the woodcutter: "Old thing, don't use tricks, tell us, which path to walk with trekking poles? ”

The woodcutter deliberately pretended to stand upright, and said with a smile: "How dare you deceive Taijun, you can just walk towards a straight path." ”

So saying, the woodcutter took a thick branch from his bundle of firewood and led the way before them.

There was a bottomless swamp ahead, but with the sturdy branch in his hand, he could walk safely through a winding and hard dirt field.

As for the devils, the branches in their hands, which were not strong, and seemed to be much thicker than him, would suddenly break off halfway through, and they would fall into the swamp mire beside them, because they could not balance them suddenly.

Seeing that the road under his feet was relatively flat, Shaotian Dazuo smiled indifferently: "Old thing, if you don't deceive us, after the deed, I will reward you." ”

The woodcutter deliberately pretended to be grateful and smiled: "The ancient tomb is difficult to walk into, I hope you can ask for more blessings." ”

A rude-looking retinue followed the woodcutter with his arms folded, his trekking poles pinned to his waist. Only when his feet slip will he hold the stick in his hand as a support.

As he walked quickly, he urged the woodcutter in front of him: "You land, don't walk well, die and die." ”

The woodcutter didn't like the devil's way of expressing himself, he consciously despised them, but he deliberately pretended to be flattering: "That's, that's, help Taijun with his errands, I will be safe." ”

The rude attendant, still disgusted that he was walking slowly, kicked him hard in the waist.

The woodcutter has a slight discomfort in his waist because he carries firewood all the year round, and occasionally has some pain, so let him kick at this moment, immediately grit his teeth, hissing his mouth in pain, although he is displeased, but there is still a flattering smile on his face: "Taijun, you are lighter! My old waist really can't stand it." ”

The Japanese soldiers behind erupted in smug laughter.

The woodcutter's fist clenched secretly: "You devils will suffer later." ”

Shaotian Dazuo walked near him, listening to the sound of his mouth, and hurriedly asked, "What are you talking about?"

The woodcutter noticed that the road under his feet was getting narrower and narrower, and the nearby meadow quagmire had arrived. But it is not visible to the naked eye, because it is hidden deep under the grass.

He deliberately pretended to have severe pain in his lower back and squatted down in pain.

The stout entourage not only did not take pity on him, but burst into laughter even more, and came over and kicked him in the back again: "Old thing, you land, get up!"

"Yo...... It hurts, Taijun, you hold your feet high. The woodcutter was crying and howling aggrievedly, and crawled forward, but he actually did it on purpose.

The stout entourage suddenly became interested, and walked a few steps to catch up with him, and suddenly felt that his feet were slippery, so he hurriedly called out to a few people behind: "The road here is not easy to walk, you come here with a branch." ”

Several people supported the branches with all hands and feet, ready to come over to help him, but the branches were so unstrong, and soon broke in the dirt, and one of the devil's legs got stuck in the muddy water and sank into the knee, and shouted to the others in shock: "There is danger!"

The stout attendant said without thinking: "We have fallen for him!"

Shaotian Daisa's martial arts skills were slightly higher, and he immediately jumped up lightly, picked up the firewood sticks that the woodcutters had thrown away before, and threw the sturdy branches at them.

However, there were still two followers stuck in the mud, unable to extricate themselves, and they sank deeper and deeper.

Shaotian Dasa wanted to go over and catch the woodcutter, but the distance under his feet made him uncertain, so he didn't dare to move forward an inch.

Watching the woodcutter crawl farther and farther, he angrily took out his pistol and shot him in mid-air: "You land, I will not make you feel better if I catch you in the future!"

The woodcutter mustered up his courage, supported himself back to the middle of the mountain, and muttered in a panic: "It's not safe at home, these devils don't know if they will raid my home, I have to hurry up and report to my daughter-in-law." ”

As he walked forward, he saw some truck tracks on the side of the road, and he was even more flustered: "These devils, it must be nothing good to come to the ancient tomb mountain." ”

Then I thought about it: "If I offend the devil this time, what can I do if he is not good for our village? Am I not in trouble? But if I help them, I will also be in trouble, so how can I do this?......。 Thinking about it, I couldn't help but slap myself in the mouth twice, and I couldn't do anything about it.

After walking for a while, he saw a vague figure in front of him, and he rubbed his old dizzy eyes: "Is it evil today? Isn't this the black forest in front of you...... They all say he's a lonely ghost, why did he appear here?"

The woodcutter was about to turn around and turn around to run, but he recognized him at a glance without falling off the black forest.

"Isn't the one in front of you from the Li family's village? The big brother who chops wood, you leave me behind. ”

"It's over, I didn't provoke anything today, why are you so unlucky? I met a ghost before, and I met a ghost again this time, and this time I fell into blood mold for eight lifetimes. The woodcutter turned with his eyes closed and his hands raised in surrender.

The blue girl with a serious and depressed expression suddenly burst into laughter.

Hei Lin strode over, put his hands down, and opened his eyes: "Big brother, what are you playing?"

Without thinking, the woodcutter said, "I see that you must not surrender?" or else...... Are you going to eat me?"

Hei Lin looked at his legs trembling, and pinched his arm angrily: "You old man, look at me, I am a living person." ”

"Living?" the woodcutter swallowed in fear, looking him up and down, left and right.

Hei Lin hurriedly took off his gloves and held her hand, and the woodcutter was overjoyed and said in shock: "This hand is warm, are you really not dead?" The people of Lijia Village say that you have been dead for a long time, and you have hidden a lot of weapons and buried them in the ground with you, how did you come back to life?"

The woodcutter looked at Jiang Cheng and the three people next to Heilin again: "The three of them don't look like people from our Lijia Village, are they the ones who rescued you? No, their age shouldn't be the same as those at that time?"