The summer rain in Baiyun Township came suddenly and violently, and my way up the mountain had already spread to the neck of a river - although I was very good at water, the problem was that the five-step killer snake was also a highly venomous amphibious snake. They swim back and forth in short-lived, nascent rivers, searching for their prey's bare defenses and gnawing on their fangs

- During the rainstorm, the roles of the five-step killer snake and its natural enemies are reversed, and both humans and wingless birds become the targets of the snake's revenge and assassination. Savvy wingless birds jump into trees and wait for the rain to stop, while humans try to stay away from rivers or boats.

I couldn't get down the mountain during the rainstorm.

But I must leave Dazhai immediately during the rainstorm.

In any case, never turn back!

It is not too much to overestimate the tracking ability of Wang Qinian, a Jindan martial artist.

It is recorded on the large map of the whole island that from Dazhai to the north into the clouds and mist on the top of the falling star mountain, it is a no-man's land with a radius of 100 miles, and it is also the range where monsters may appear. Wang Qinian once led a capable team to enter the no-man's land several times to reconnoiter monsters, and the no-man's land on the southern slope of the Falling Star Mountain in the map also marked several supply points set up by the Chinese.

I plan to take advantage of the blind spot of people's thinking, retreat into the no-man's land for a while, and wait for the limelight to fade in a few days before mixing in the Shunshui Town patrol military Jian to return to the South Island, anyway, I have a detailed map at hand.

The haunting of monsters is not irregular.

According to the information I have gathered, only when the Chinese people attack the Baiyun natives in a big way, the monster will show up and take risks, and it never leaves the no-man's land - its behavior is not active attack, but only passive defense, not allowing the Chinese people to cross the mountain.

So I had two choices

First, I only wandered around the edge for a few days - the risk was very small, but once I encountered a monster, I would be eaten;

Second, I waited around Dazhai until the rain stopped, and at this time Wang Qinian might immediately track me down, and what awaited me was unknown - the risk was medium to large, and the consequences were unknown.

I choose one.

I headed north into the fog of no man's land.

The aura of the underground spiritual veins of the Falling Star Mountain gushed out from the circular valley mouth on the top of the mountain, and it condensed within a radius of 100 miles from the top of the mountain.

The scenery on this mountain top is the same as the ground.

Because it is generally the same, it is amazing

-- This is a mountain that is thousands of feet high, and it has been covered with snow on the mountainside.

I let out a long breath and lay down on the colorful lawn with a large character.

The flowers here are fragrant, the sun is shining, there is no rain, and it is peaceful.

The tension of seven days suddenly relaxed like a loose bowstring.

My stomach was growling.

My qi is relatively shallow, and this escape took me a lot of mental strength.

Whether it's playing spells or scheming, it costs spirit, and it consumes vitality.

Eating is not only a way to make up for the loss of vitality, but also a way to make up for the loss of mental energy (ps. Those of you who read hard late at night must also feel the same way. ）

I'm going to follow the map to find Wang Qinian's secret supply point.

The air on the top of the mountain is excellent, and the setting sun sinks to the west, casting a brilliant color on the hill.

Twenty miles into no man's land, I found a supply point.

It is a stone hut hidden in the forest, and the sunset shines brightly on the roof.

The door was unlocked, and I pushed it in.

The room was the size of a dozen and a half straw mats, most of which was occupied by urns for storing food, and the vacated area was simply laid out with a table and two or three futons.

The smell of people and wild animals in the house accumulated cobweb dust.

I felt a little bit out of place.

――Why is the door unlocked since there has been no one for a long time?

The explanation that comes to mind is that there are no large beasts on the island, and they are not afraid of wild beasts when no one is there - the wingless bird is the top of the food chain under humans, and its food is forced into dormancy on the snowy mountainside, and the wingless bird with a simple mind is even less likely to forage on the snowy mountainside.

I tiptoed open the lid of the urn. As I was expecting, it was the marinated wingless dried meat that made my appetite work.

I filled the ten days' quota with the Na Ring, and I didn't take any more—some of them were used as supplies for me to go back to the cave, saving me the time of hunting on the way, and some of them were brought to Murong Zhi to taste—if I had good ones, I naturally couldn't do without her.

Speaking of which, I still owe Wang Qinian a little favor - if Wang Qinian enters the no-man's land next time and sees the supply point being looted by me, I don't know how he will be dumbfounded. I'm going to give him a white strip and stuff it at the bottom of the urn.

"Elder Wang Qinian, I will form a fairy relationship with you and borrow grain and grass for the time being. ”

Of course, in the name of "Unknown Island Nameless" and the crooked handwriting of my left hand.

The evening breeze blew, and the wooden door I opened was covered by the wind.

Suddenly, the room went dark.

Inside, I couldn't see my fingers.

I suddenly remembered the feeling of disobedience I felt as soon as I entered the room.

My instinct wasn't really uncomfortable with the fact that the room didn't smell like any creatures.

Rather, the room had no windows or similar ventilation and light.

When the door was closed, it was as if I was surrounded by complete darkness.

A creepy sense of isolation.

I remembered the approximate location of the door in my head, and the room was small enough to be touched quickly.

Next time, you must leave the door open, this dark feeling is not pleasant.

I walked to where the door should be.

-- I, listen, no, to, self, self, of, foot, foot, sound.

Where is the door!

It should be in front!

"Bang"

Something tripped me up.

I scrambled to my feet, and my sense of space was completely lost.

- Don't panic, this room is only the size of a dozen and a half stacks of straw mats, and if you hit it in a straight line in one direction, you will definitely hit the wall. Then slowly next to the wall, just knock on the wooden door.

"You'd better not move. The snake is already crawling on you. ”

A voice came from the darkness, the only thing in the little dark room that felt real. It was Wang Qinian's voice—a cold baritone.

This is the real voice he has torn off the disguise of enthusiasm.

I didn't hear the snake hissing, but there was a burning sensation in my wrist, and it was a snake bite.

- How can there be snakes, how did snakes come here, aren't they all dormant on the mountainside?

I broke out in a cold sweat and I felt it.

Snakes of all sizes are wrapped around my body, and I am not afraid to protect my body with silkworm clothes;

But some of the little snakes swooped down my neck and into my backbone.

Why didn't a beautiful woman get into my clothes!

"You have practiced internal skills, and that bite just now should not kill you. But I warn you, don't move around the rest of the day. has been bitten by hundreds of poisonous snakes, and the initial level of internal strength is also dead. ”

"Hehe, uncle, are you done fighting with Aung San Baoyan? When did you come with you? I think it's amazing to get out?"

I laughed.

Well, I really want to slap my swollen face and become fat. The opportunity has been lost, and the next negotiations must at least be a little generous.

Wang Qinian smiled:

"That's a trap I set. After discovering that you were dealing with it unnaturally, I communicated with a general outside the tent by means of a telephonic transmission, pretending that Aung San Po Flame was coming, so that I could observe and follow you from the shadows - I suspected that you were not acting alone, so I wanted to wait and see and then get rid of the power behind you. But now it seems that it should have been your own doing, and the way to escape was to respond to the situation, without a plan and no helper. Then I chose to talk to you here alone. ”

Why didn't I think of this? Jindan's warriors could concentrate their own sound waves and shoot them into the ears of only a few people like bats. I'm still relying too much on common sense.

"You've been following me since I left the account?"

"Yes, but never in your sight. As long as it doesn't appear in your sight, your realm won't be able to feel my hidden qi. When you enter this room, I will follow you. You're such an interesting kid that you have the audacity to pretend to be a stick and play white stripes in front of me. ”

-- It seems that the wooden door was not blown by the wind, but was closed by Wang Qinian.

He has subsonic movements, and he can go around behind me before my eyes even notice it

-- It's like a shadow attached to me!

"This little dark room was nice. Why don't you open the window?"

I asked.

"This is both a supply point and a practice site that I built on purpose. Once the door is closed, there is no light, and the snakes in the mezzanine of the urn will swim out from the bottom of the urn - imagine an area of absolute darkness, all of which have lost their sense of substance, and nearly a thousand venomous snakes parade around, ready to give you a fatal bite in the void. All you can rely on is your own spiritual will. ”

-- What state does a warrior need to reach in order to emerge unscathed? He should keep his qi in the state of a "living dead" like dead wood, so that the snake can be illusioned that it is not a living creature swimming by.

"How long can you stay in this little dark room?"

"The longest time I stayed was a month, and I didn't have time for more than a month of practice. If I have free time for military affairs, I would also like to try to see where my ceiling is. ”

Keeping one's qi in the state of the "living dead" for a month! The current Wang Qinian is probably in this state, except for his voice, I can't detect his location when I lose my vision in the dark.

Keeping the qi at the "living dead" may be my trick to getting out of this little dark room.

"Okay, I'm going to ask questions. Whatever I ask, you answer me, Yuan Jiankong. ”

Wang Qinian said.

He understood my Tibetan poems.