"Little bug!" Gu Xinying's last cry was hoarse, and she had exhausted the last trace of strength in her body with teary eyes. Gradually, the hoarse voice turned into a chaotic breath, squirming, and the ears were indistinguishable, although Gu Xinying's mouth could still be vaguely seen shaking there, but the voice could not be heard at all.

Gu Xinying, who couldn't stop crying, just watched helplessly as Fluttershy rolled into the stinking mud like a vegetable leaf. The mud pouring in from all directions unceremoniously opened the mouth of the sea, greedily hiding the poor boy little by little from his mouth until he finally couldn't see Fluttershy again, and then Gu Xinying tilted her head and closed her eyes in pain......

As a few wisps of footsteps drifted away, the decaying ancient cave returned to its former tranquility, and the collapsed rubble was scattered indiscriminately. In the dazzling sunlight, the tattered black-clothed cloak had inadvertently accumulated a thin layer of ash, and the terrifying laughter of Wan Qingshan next to him was still frozen there, quite weird. And in some dark, invisible corner, the body of a teenager was being digested by the rancid black mud......

Gu Xinying's eyes were red and swollen, her long eyelashes were full of tears, her left hand was clenched with a fist, and her right hand pinched the shoulder of the ancient snake elder stiffly, and she fell into a deep sleep.

All the qiē has finally settled......

At night, the vast expanse of the sky is pitch black, and the dark clouds hang low, like a blanket. Looking up, the syrupy night became more and more viscous, the slightest drizzle of rain was quite restless, and the cool breeze or two that was intermittently stirred in was swaying and rushing, and finally scattered in all directions. The bamboo in the mountains is hanging down, the plantain caress the eyebrows, and the wildflowers are swaying, which is lively and lively.

From a distance, the dense forests of Tiger Hill Mountain are luxuriant, the leaf shadows are deep, and the muddy mountain road is like a ribbon with muddy colors tying up all the crisp green and bright red. Not far away, two or three rows of Orion's small houses and farmhouse courtyards lit up one after another, and the smoke was dotted with stars. The rain in front of you is pleasing to the eye, but if you listen carefully, you will also find that the grass in the forest is rustling like ants gnawing silkworms, and it is non-stop, provocative and provocative.

"The vast sky, full of movement. Tears in the sky, dripping crisp. A monk holding a Zen staff and wearing a hat stood alone at the entrance of the ancient cave of the crescent moon, he was dressed plainly, with a red robe and green shirt, big ears and square face, a vulture nose and a wide mouth, thick black hair, and was looking at a rain scene, and chanted softly.

Soon, with several forked arcs splitting down in the air, the thunder was loud, the lewd rain was like weaving, and the raindrops the size of beans were densely smashed, and the sound became louder and louder, and he smiled helplessly, so he had to give up the day's journey and lean over into the hole.

A few sections of dry ancient trees hidden in the corners, and dead leaves and branches scattered all over the place, were collected by the old monks one by one and gathered into a pile. He reached out and touched the two flints from his sleeves, and with a vigorous snort, a little spark, then flashed and jumped, and then he leaned down and placed them beside the dead leaves, and blew his cheeks sideways, slowly igniting the pyre.

The campfire was warm and crackling. The red light of the fire imprinted on the old monk's yellow, wrinkled face, and drove away most of the darkness in the cave.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp" A few crickets in the dark played and sang unscrupulously with a long note, and then there was a pouring rain outside the cave, and in addition, there was no other sound. The pyre was small, the fire was not very large, but the faint warmth made the old monk feel comfortable after walking for a day. He stared at the campfire with a smile, took off his damp clothes, and then carefully baked his hands around the fire, a scene of serene and pleasant scenery. After baking for a long time, the old monk turned his stiff neck, stretched his waist, and then unconsciously yawned a big one.

"Huh?" the old monk was stunned, and he vaguely saw that there seemed to be some ancient monster hidden in the shadows. He picked up a burning stick of dry wood and walked deeper into the cave. By the faint light of the fire, about seven or eight paces away, two terrifying corpses suddenly appeared. He felt a pang in his heart, it turned out that the strange thing that flashed just now was actually the hunchbacked man's eyes glaring at the boss, and it looked terrifying in the dark hole. At the end of the main cave, beside the mudflats, there was a pile of black rags, on which were thrown a strange-looking mask and a slightly torn hat.

The old monk frowned and looked surprised. Immediately, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he reached out his left hand and drove out a finger. I saw a few strands of gold thread swimming along the bloodline, from the depths of the sleeve, swimming to the fingertips, and then painting the finger into red gold, shining brightly, just like a finger of the golden-bodied Buddha in the Buddha hall. This is the "Ten Thousand Buddha Gate" peerless study - [Lingxi Buddha Finger]. One finger pressed against the blood of the heavenly spirit on the top of Wan Qingshan's head, and then slowly poured down the slightest internal force and probed the wounds around. The strong internal force roamed in Wan Qingshan's body to detect flaws, and it didn't take long for the old monk to notice a strange cold qi hovering around Wan Qingshan's lower abdomen. He nodded slightly, and said secretly in his heart: "'Butterfly Sect' - [Butterfly Technique] is really domineering!"

Then he turned around and walked to the strange mask, looked at it in detail, and then still stretched out the [Spirit Rhino Buddha Finger], against the mask eyebrows, only a little pok, and then he noticed a subtle strange aura was hiding everywhere, wandering back and forth in the mask, as if frightened. The old monk's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "'Netherworld Ghost Mansion' - [Demon Coffin Secret Technique]." ”

The old monk closed his eyes again, his arms were flat, and his palms were spread to the sky. There was a low singing of Buddha in his mouth. Then I saw a ray of ghostly light shining slightly in the mud. Then, the Buddhist beads in the old monk's hand flew up on their own and slowly floated towards the mud. When the Buddha beads floated on the ghostly light, the old monk immediately bit his steel teeth. The hands are bent into a claw-like shape, laboriously adducted. Suddenly, an eggshell-like object slowly emerged from the mud, and the so-called "eggshell" was actually an ice-like film, with a crystal clear exterior and a cold air.

The old monk then increased the strength in his hand, and the mouth kept chattering, and the Buddha beads slowly rose because of the mana. Under the vigorous summoning of the Buddha beads, the "eggshell" gradually emerged from the mud. The huge "eggshell" is like the hand of a skilled craftsman, with beautiful lines, sudden and exquisite, and it is simply ingenious. Except for the sporadic black mud on it, there is no impurity, like an oval-shaped natural jade.

The "eggshell" just hung in the air, as if hanging under the Buddha beads, steady and still. The old monk paced over. Went around the "eggshell". Then, he stretched out his golden finger again and poked lightly at the "eggshell", and a small hole appeared, and a large amount of cold air poured out, endlessly. The old monk looked in through the small hole, and vaguely saw the corpse of a young man curled up inside, and the young man's seven orifices were bleeding, and his face was like ashes, as if he had been dead for a long time!