As Yuan Ping waved his hand, the half-foot-long flame on the blade flew around with his big opening and closing movements. Although the vines were afraid of the fire, they still surrounded him and were eager to try it. As soon as the fire was extinguished, they would take revenge all at once.

Yuan Ping put down the mountain, protected him within the range of the long knife, and handed his arm to Bangmai: "Brother, give me your hand!"

But it's too late.

His pitiful little alcohol burned too fast, like a fleeting cluster of fireworks, and then there was only a wisp of blue smoke left. The vines that he forced back immediately made a comeback and counterattacked wildly. The huge vines pushed away the knife in front of him, and the back of the knife hit his own chest. Yuan Ping choked in his throat in one breath, retreating three or four steps in a row, and his chest suddenly became bruised.

He looked up in the severe pain and saw the tide-like vine rolling in front of him, piercing through Bangmao's chest in an instant, and blood and blood flew everywhere.

Yuan Ping's cheeks chilled, as if blood was splattering on it, he was stunned and the murderous vines instantly sealed the road in front of him, and he could not even see the figure of the stick.

...It was just the man who was distorted by the strange force of the rattan. There were thousands of thorny rattans on his chest, and he violently drew a three-foot-deep silhouette on Yuan Ping's heart.

Bangcui's real name is "hard pillar", which is quite similar to Chu Huan's "Huan". The names of both of them sound very upright, but the same ones look crooked and their own are not things.

He doesn't know how to count, but he is quite good at March 8. A son who is very good at causing trouble was born in a field in a tree hole. He always shamelessly takes this matter out and talks...

Dashan desperately rushed towards the vicious and cruel vine wall, his palms fumbled around dodging, and were soon shattered by the sharps on the vine to blood.

Yuan Ping stopped him while struggling with the fierce plant with one hand.

He felt that he was losing sight of one thing and was struggling, and he had almost no time to stop and mourn for a moment, so his chest was almost blown up.

And as Dashan cried, Bangmai did not respond again.

However, Chu Huan had already walked far away under the guidance of the heartbeat.

When he noticed, he found that one of his feet was already immersed in the water. Chu Huan didn't know if he had a fever, but even though he stood in the cold river water, his body seemed to be getting hotter and hotter. After hearing, he seemed to have lost his sense of direction in the vines that covered the sky and the sun again.

Chu Huan's eardrum was in great pain, as if it was about to be penetrated by the thunderous heartbeat.

He found that he had reached a place where "dark under the lamp" for the flowers of vain. It was close to the roots of that thing. Even the thinnest rattans were as thick as their legs. Their long tips could extend all the way to the distant shore, but it was not very convenient to fold back to the roots of his tree.

Chu Huan stood in the water and saw the vines surging futilely - he was almost at the dead corner of the attack of the vines.

In the dark, the beating heartbeat brought him here safely. Chu Huan couldn't help but reach out and touch the little "walnut" on his chest. The walnut emitted a red fluorescent light, but it was strange and not dazzling, like a ball of fire, which burst out from his fingers. Chu Huan couldn't help but mutter: "Is this really a holy thing?"

He carefully wades past the water and walks towards the roots of the flower of Death, thinking about how to kill it as he walks, but the first one to hit his sight was not the ugly rhizomes buried under the water of the flower of Death, but a shocking piece of bones.

The bones exposed outside the flower of Death turned out to be just the tip of the iceberg, and they were nothing. This was the dungeon of the corpse. The bones stored here were of complete races, and they were of different shapes and sizes. At this point, they were uniformly twisted into the same shape by the vines. Chu Huan looked around and saw that a large piece of white bones were only half a person tall, and they were as thin as paper pieces, hanging in a row. The skull face was flat and twisted, with black eye sockets on his face, fragmented jaws... and a black mouth.

The same is true across species.

The white flowers tied them together, hanging slowly on the water, like a circle of clothes hanging on a rope.

The surface of the bones is covered with a faint layer of phosphorescence. At first glance, it looks like a circle of strange green hair.

It was like a group of green-haired monkeys silent in the darkness.

Green hair... Monkey?

Chu Huan fought a cold war. He didn't know why this idea came up in his mind, but when the word "monkey" flashed through his heart, he suddenly felt a sense of pleasure of accidentally breaking through something.

Even Nanshan had never seen a real Phantom Monkey. Chu Huan stared at the group of bones and suddenly a mysterious guess emerged - if the Phantom Monkey was not a living creature or a dead creature... Is it possible... Maybe the Phantom Monkey was not a monkey at all, but these white bones that were symbiotic with plants and were transformed into monkey-like bones?

Just as he was stunned, Chu Huan suddenly heard a sound similar to a child or a small animal playing from a distance. The sound was like a wave of water, from far to near, from small to large, from all directions, and soon filled his ears.

Chu Huan did not act rashly. He knew that if his guess was correct, he was probably the closest person to a hallucination. What he saw, heard, and felt might be all fake.

Nanshan once said that "Phantom Monkey" cannot be heard. Chu Huan thought about it and bent down with some difficulty, cut off his trouser legs, tore them into two pieces. Half of them were soaked in water, and the other half was dry fabric that was originally on the water surface.

Chu Huan covered the wet half outside and covered the dry nose to avoid direct contact with the river water with unknown components. Then he closed his eyes, stood still, held his breath and focused for a while, until the laughing hallucination finally gradually dissipated.

Then Chu Huan looked at the core of the Wudian Flower again.

At this time, I don’t know if it was out of self-comfort, but Chu Huan felt that his facial features were finally clearer, and the heartbeat that had always been like a shadow was gone. Chu Huan saw the huge roots of the plant rooted at the bottom of the water, like a hideous water monster.

Chu Huan pinched the short knife and slowly approached the group of bones. He looked at each other for a moment with the "green-haired monkey". He looked at the deep eyes of the bones. For a moment, a trace of doubt arose in his heart - is this pile of broken bones really the legendary phantom monkey?

This unreasonable suspicion caused Chu Huan to frown. He took off some of the rags in his hand slightly, and a strange smell suddenly poured into his nose - it seemed to be fishy, ​​with a strange sweet fragrance in the fishy smell, sticky and seductive. After taking a sip, Chu Huan felt that his bones were crispy, like the warm fragrance of the lover in the bed tent, and the light fishy smell contained in the sweetness left a perfect reverie... He was so excited that he felt that there was a little bit of a very thin osmanthus smell inside.

Chu Huan bit his tongue hard and covered his nose with the strength he wanted to suffocate himself to death - he would have a nosebleed if he didn't cover it.

The fragrance brought not physical restlessness, but some very strong psychological suggestion. Chu Huan realized that if this continues, he would construct illusions by himself, just as Nanshan just said the three words "phantom monkey". With just an invisible shadow, they had automatically substituted the image of a monkey.

The lighter was not on him. Chu Huan thought for a while, raised a short knife and slashed at the bone closest to him. It was a skeleton of a flat man, led by countless thin threads, like a small puppet, and the thin line was suddenly cut off by Chu Huan. The skeleton naturally lost its balance. It swayed left and right, creating the most bizarre convulsion in the world. Even the teeth that were breathing on the skeleton were trembling with "crank", as if the bones were spiritual, so it was so terrifying.

Chu Huan felt upset when he saw it. He used a knife like lightning and cut off all the thin wires on the skeleton in a few strokes. The skeleton fell into the water with a "thump".

Chu Huan was surprised - the skeleton here was instantly dissolved, melting when it entered the water, and quickly dyed a small area of ​​water green.

He knew in his heart that he could not go back when he came here. No matter whether these green things were poisonous or not, he could only move forward. Chu Huan did not drag on his way. After clarifying his direction, he cleaned up a large area of ​​white bones in a clean and neat manner. The water under his feet became greener and greener. In the end, the green was so thick that it almost turned black.

Chu Huan felt that he was soaked in a large piece of rapeseed soup.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a man wading from behind him. Chu Huan turned around cautiously and saw Nanshan, who was also dressed in rags at first glance.

Nanshan's hair was already entangled, blocking half of his face. There were several blood marks drawn from the spiked vines on his chest, which looked quite shocking.

Chu Huan was surprised: "Don't come over! There is..."

Unexpectedly, when Nanshan saw him, he immediately ignored everything and ran towards Chu Huan without saying a word. His long and twisted hair was hooked by a vine. Nanshan didn't even look at it. He raised his hand and pulled it off, as if he didn't know the pain, but he was just anxious.

He tripped up somewhere under his feet, and suddenly staggered and almost fell into the water. Chu Huan was so scared that he didn't have a heart attack. He quickly took a step forward and took the person in his hand.

The water under his feet was blue, but Chu Huan's face was bluer than the water. When he lowered his head, he felt a terrified heartbroken, so he simply bent down and carried Nanshan out of the water.

Nanshan has wide shoulders and narrow waist, so he can be said to have whatever he wants. Of course, he is not a male slut. However, Chu Huan didn't know whether he was concerned or something. He just felt that the weight in his hand was unexpectedly light.

For the first time, he got angry at Nanshan and shouted at someone in anger: "I told you not to come over, you can't hear it?"

But Nanshan just hugged him silently and didn't say anything.

At this time, Chu Huan smelled another sweet fragrance with a fishy smell. The fragrance was greasy at first, but later it was gradually suppressed by the smell of osmanthus mixed with the smell of green grass on Nanshan. Chu Huan then realized that in a hurry, the rag in his hand had fallen.

He felt alert, but before he could finish his body, the person in his arms stretched out his hands and wrapped them around his neck.

Nanshan slightly exposed the tip of his tongue and licked him gently on his chest.

Chu Huan was excited and subconsciously wanted to refuse, but Nanshan raised his head and looked at him deeply.

When Chu Huan saw his eyes, he forgot everything on the spot. He knew in his heart that the situation was wrong. He was so lustful that he could not control himself from being possessed. Chu Huan let the person in his arms turn his head and bite his collarbone and bite it in small pieces. The limbs that had just been fished out of the water in Nanshan, which seemed a little cold, were wrapped around him like a snake.

Chu Huanming knew something was wrong, but he was irresistible. He felt like he was suffering from skin hunger. Every inch of skin contact was like a long drought and rain, which could arouse his most instinctive desire.

Nanshan stretched out his fingers, slowly rubbed his lips, and then came up...

At this moment, a sharp burning pain suddenly came from Chu Huan's chest, as if someone was holding a red-hot soldering iron and pounding his chest hard.

Chu Huan did not stand firm on the spot. He took several steps back and his internal organs rolled over. He turned his head and vomited blood on the spot.

I saw that the blood melted into the water, and the strands were actually black.

Chu Huan's chest was extremely hot at first, and he vomited blood, and then turned extremely cold - it was a chill that came out of his bones, and he subconsciously shivered.

The originally lingering fragrance of osmanthus suddenly dissipated. When I looked again, the hand that "Nanshan" curled up on his chest was clearly a deformed hand bone.

Chu Huan: "Fuck me!"

In this way, he jumped from his infatuation to his hair standing upside down without any excessiveness, and went up and down like an adrenaline-level roller coaster. There was no Nanshan here, and the one he held in his arms was clearly a deformed skeleton.

The bone was holding a flower that could not taste in vain, and was sending it to his mouth with a smile.

Chu Huan was in a bad mood and pressed the bone into the water until he watched it turn into a bowl of spinach soup, and his heart rate had not stabilized.

Chu Huan felt that although he could not do all four things in his life, he was still very proud of his "noble and cold" airs. He never expected that one day he would be dissatisfied and fell into a state of being seduced by lust... He was almost seduced by a red pink skeleton. If he spread it, he really didn't have to see anyone!

Chu Huan held his breath and moved his hand holding the hilt slightly, and his joints made a "giggle" movement.

He was like a cat with a trampled tail, completely angered by the dead flowers and the group of bones. He performed extremely high efficiency and wadeed through the bone forest fiercely and cleaned up wherever he walked.

As his movements became more and more arrogant, the flower of Wudian became more and more restless. Just as Chu Huan stepped on the last skull in front of him, the flower of Wudian could not bear it anymore and decided to sit down to death, a bug that was about to penetrate its heart.

It turned all over like a cut off the meridians, and the thick vines retreated inconveniently, and at all costs, it wanted to push Chu Huan into the water.

The mouth and nose are connected, and it is not better to enter the water.

When Chu Huan thought of the bones that had broken legs, he was chilling. He would rather carry the vines and be penetrated by thousands of arrows than swim into the water in a constant speed and swim in a straight line until death like those fish.

Fortunately, this plant is too huge for human height. Its tail is too big and its turn is not effective. Chu Huan only followed a gap and rushed sideways towards the roots of the vain flower.

The big vine chasing the autumn wind swept through the fallen leaves. Chu Huan didn't look back and pulled out his short knife and wedged into the roots of the silenced flower. The gurgling juice immediately emerged like a spring water, sticky like branches and oil.

The vine shook so much that it made huge waves in the river like crazy. A large vine broke itself alive in order to roll it on Chu Huan.

The long and short spikes penetrated Chu Huan's body, and with the force of crushing his bones and squeezing ashes, Chu Huan held the hilt tightly, and scraped a huge wound on the roots of the tree like a maggot.

At this moment, Chu Huan suddenly heard Yuan Ping's voice: "Catch it!"

Immediately afterwards, an arrow almost wiped his face and shot into the root of the flower of Wudian. Wudian trembled again. Chu Huan saw that his high-quality lighter was hanging on the tail feather of the arrow.

Chu Huan seemed to have lost his pain. He tug-of-warmed his wrists with the rattan, and after a long time he raised one hand. Until his teeth were almost chewed and the tip of his tongue was full of blood, he finally reached the lighter. The sparks as big as beans flashed in the ghostly river water. Chu Huan threw the lighter hard onto the oily resin that emerged from the roots of the tree.

He decided to take a gamble—this thing is flammable.

This time he bet right, and his life should not be lost.

The flower of Death let out a shocking roar, and Chu Huan felt that he had been lifted up by about ten meters.

The fire he set out was uncontrollable, and the greedy tongue swept through everything around him in a tragedy.

The whole flower of death was dying was facing the sky with four legs, and Chu Huan finally caught a glimpse of the sky with his last glance.

The root of the vine that was rolling him was burned halfway, losing its vitality, and could no longer support the weight of the adult body. Chu Huan fell down in the air, and he still used his last strength to hold the short knife tightly.

Chu Huan thought that if he fell into the water, he would stab himself and splatter three feet of blood on the spot, which would be better than becoming a "phantom monkey".

He has no other ambitions, just wants to be a human being when he is alive and be a normal dead person after he dies.

However, he did not fall into the water, and Nanshan caught him again.

Chu Huan saw that the Nanshan seemed to be even more embarrassed than the one just now. Not only was he embarrassed, but his eyes were red, and there seemed to be a fire in his eyes. Nanshan hugged him and quickly passed through the burning vines and roaring tree roots. His body was warm and strong, without the sticky feeling of a snake, nor was it as cold and thin as it was.

Chu Huan thought in a daze: "Die under the peony flowers, you can be a ghost..."

Before the word "Red and Flowing" could emerge, he completely lost consciousness. The knife in his hand slid into the water with a "thump" sound, and ripples splashed everywhere.
Chapter completed!