"Sit down when you're done." Chu Huan threw the rope tied to the ground, sighing exhausted, "Listen to me first."

He put his hands together, rubbed his face hard, and then coughed lightly, slowing down his speech as slowly as possible: "Don't worry, listen to me to sort it out--this is the case now. We must go to Shenxing Island to find the Holy Book, or at least the clues of the Holy Book, before the scepter is burned. Only the Holy Book can tell us how to deal with the following crisis. Then now the road is halfway, and you suddenly say you want to go back?"

Ruger asked expressionlessly: "If you are a little more rational, you will understand that this idea is right."

Chu Huan pinched his eyebrows hard and tried to suppress his anxiety. After a moment, he pretended to be calm and said optimistically: "I'm a little confused now - this thing... don't care what it is - this shadow in the fallen ground must have its own consciousness that has not escaped. It has now set its sights on us for some reason and has prevented us from passing through this mountain through various methods. Doesn't this just show that the road is right?"

Nanshan said nothing, and Ruger was too lazy to refute, but just sneered slightly.

Only Yuan Ping sighed: "You don't understand."

Yuan Ping was rarely serious. He said, lowered his head and walked to Chu Huan in silence and sat down: "I told you that we were born from the holy water, which is part of the mountain. Whether the mountain is dead or alive is impossible to do anything for us. Can't you feel it broken by yourself?"

Forgot that there was still this, Chu Huan choked up.

Ruge stared indifferently at the sea of ​​clouds flying in the black fog. Over the years, the gatekeeper had experienced countless life and death. He had become accustomed to this - if he was unable to turn the world back, he would die calmly.

The life of the gatekeeper is unchanging, and for them, sometimes death is just a familiar destination.

The four men fell into a silence that was even more suffocating than the valley.

Yuan Ping pinched the rope tied to his hands with his fingers in a row. After pinching it around, he released the wrinkled rope. After several times, he finally yelled and lowered his head and said softly: "I don't."

Ruger, who was like an ice sculpture, finally reacted a little and looked down at him.

Yuan Ping said: "Class leader, I won't go back. I have encountered anything when I grow up so old, but even if the sky falls, I have never waited to die honestly."

Ruger's slender eyebrows trembled slightly, as if he was a little stunned.

Yuan Ping kicked Chu Huan in a depressed manner and coughed dryly: "Where are you, you also say something."

Chu Huan had nothing to say. At least half of the reason why he didn't say everything here was because of Nanshan. As for Nanshan, he came to kill the land for his tribe.

Now that the sacred mountain is falling, the tribesmen are gone, and there is no place for them to stand in the world. Chu Huan doesn't know what else he can change his opinion.

Nanshan didn't say anything, as if he was foolish.

Yuan Ping was isolated and helpless for a moment, so he was so embarrassed that he had to kick Chu Huan again: "Savior, you still have a holy fire hanging around your neck. Is it OK? Don't shrink back at critical moments?"

Chu Huan cleaned the shoe prints on his pants expressionlessly, ignored him, and said to Nanshan without any hesitation: "I told you that there are actually some things I've jumped down by myself."

His words are very puzzling. No one except Nanshan understands.

Nanshan finally reacted a little, rolled his eyes slightly and looked at him with a silence, saying, "Didn't you say you were lying to me?"

Chu Huan smiled bitterly: "It's so embarrassing, why are you embarrassed to admit it - I... really didn't expect to meet you at that time."

Nanshan's expression was not sure whether it was joy or sorrow. As for the current situation, Chu Huan was really not lucky when he met him.

"At that time, I just felt that it was meaningless. If no one needed me, I would live in the same way every day and become a walking corpse. What's the point?" Chu Huan ignored Yuan Ping's expression because he seemed to suddenly understand something, and then said, "So now when I think back on what you said to me, I think it makes sense."

Nanshan was stunned.

I heard Chu Huan say, "At that time, I copied the information of those veterans on the mountain, saying that I would go back and report the death to their families. You said to me, "I am alive if I am not dead." Do you still remember?"

Nanshan looked at him calmly for a while: "Are you persuading me to go on?"

Chu Huan spread his hands: "You are the head of my family, and I won't advise you. If you want to go forward, I will accompany you forward. If you want to go back to the mountain, I will accompany you back to the mountain."

Nanshan was silent for a long time after hearing this.

At this time, his origin and future were completely broken. He turned around and felt that he was a coward, and he felt that he was a joke. He grabbed Chu Huan's hand tightly, and for a moment he felt that only when he looked at this person could he make up for the fragility and powerlessness that his lost hometown brought him to him...there is no resistance.

"Walk."

Finally, Nanshan stood up, cut his knife and axe to the ground and made the decision.

Yuan Ping was about to agree, but when he heard a snort, he remembered that something was wrong with his position and accidentally isolated his clan leader. He quickly turned his head and tried to remedy it: "That, clan leader...this..."

Ruge's pale face was covered with serious skin like frost. He glanced at Yuan Ping lightly, but he could not tell whether he was happy or angry. Then he picked up the poisonous snake Xiaolu without saying a word, threw the fat worm into Yuan Ping's arms crazy, and walked forward with the burning scepter to clear the way.

The little shoes were really wonderful. Yuan Ping was stunned for a moment and found that he was being watched by the venomous snake full of love. He was so anxious that he didn't pay attention. At this moment, he was extremely frightened. On the one hand, he wanted to scream, but on the other hand, he was afraid to alarm the living creature in his hand, and he didn't dare to let out the atmosphere.

He was completely frozen into a gate post that was moving in and out of dire straits, and he slapped dyingly: "Help, help..."

Unfortunately, he was too failed, and no one was willing to rescue him once. In this way, Yuan Ping held the green poisonous snake in both hands, maintaining the posture of Ma Gu's birthday. He was dragged away by the rope trap halfway, and unwillingly footprints left a row of deep grooves on the ground.

They were finally forced to burn their boats and walked towards the depths of darkness without hesitation.

Whether it is worried or pretending to be relaxed, they all know that the sun in this world will never rise from any corner again.

Several people walked along the ridge and walked around the valley carefully, and could hear the faint crying sounds.

Xiaolu was probably a little tired of being praised by Yuan Ping, so she spontaneously left him and went to find Chu Huan.

Only then did Yuan Ping feel relieved and feels in the mood to think about other things. He said thoughtfully while walking: "Screaming is like being scared, crying... It seems that he is usually sad and sad, or something?"

When he mentioned this, several people thought about it carefully and thought it made sense.

When a person is sad, at first, he may be confused. Then? When he reaches a certain level of sadness, he will feel a suffocating feeling, which is exactly in harmony with their experience in the valley.

"The shadow that crawled down from that girl has been chasing us to the river. You said it dare not cross the river. Is there such a possibility?" Yuan Ping continued, "For example, the river belongs to another kind of territory, and it dares not cross the boundary - that is, in fact, the land fell is not a whole, but divided into many blocks."

Chu Huan: "Not necessarily, it may also be that it knows that we can't climb this mountain even after crossing the river. Regarding the fallen land, the elder said to me a very strange thing, saying, 'The fallen land is a consciousness that makes people cannot think of anything'. I have been thinking about what this sentence means. Now it seems that I have touched a side, but I am not very sure."

Nanshan was already calmed down under the influence of strong psychological endurance. He was holding the rope and guarding the surroundings. He heard this and said in a deep voice: "You said."

"The so-called land of fall refers to places that are swallowed by these shades. If the mountains, rivers and rivers in these places have no problems," Chu Huan paused, "The one in question is the kind of shadow that will spread spontaneously. We can think of it as some unknown life."

This statement is obviously much easier to accept than "the enemy is the world". Chu Huan really became thoughtful and his words were actually very skillful. He pulled the invincible enemy to a height that he didn't have to look up to in just a few words.

He told the story in a casual way, although it was all speculation and some words seemed very nonsense at first glance, but they sounded inexplicably convincing... I believe that the group of people who specialize in bank card fraud for the elderly also had this skill.

"Since it is a life, it must obtain energy by ingesting something. I believe that this energy plant does not have it, it can only be obtained through animals, including humans."

Ruger frowned: "You mean it eats people."

"Yes, but it is a form of life that I cannot understand at present, so what I eat is not necessarily the flesh and blood of humans or animals." Chu Huan thought for a while, "I think it may have something to do with human consciousness - so I have a problem now. Do animals such as Ruge, Mutay, sound beast, eye-eating beast, dead flower, and phantom monkey really exist since history?"

Chu Huan has been thinking about this since that mountain patrol. In his opinion, the existence of these monsters is very unreasonable - you should know that the ecosystem is very fragile. With the amazing combat power of the guardian, he has no power to fight back against some of the monsters, let alone other wild animals?

Then the ecosystem will inevitably be reshuffled, and the result is that one or several of these monsters will inevitably reproduce in large quantities, which will force other creatures to become extinct. This is the normal logic.

When they encountered an eye-eating group in the forest, Chu Huan felt something was wrong. Those monsters were a group of people. Although the internal management problems were very big, they could barely be considered as division of labor, cooperation, and even storage of grain. However, they fled through the entire forest and did not seem to find a place to raise cubs.

Do they have no cubs at all?

As soon as this question was raised, Nanshan didn't know, but Ruge was stunned. His impression seemed to be not very clear. After recalling it for a long time, he said uncertainly: "You said this, it seems that it is indeed..."

As time goes by, even the gatekeepers have only a thin impression. However, Ruger remembers that the gatekeepers were just guards of the sacred mountain at the beginning. At that time, when they were old and weak, they would automatically enter the holy spring and wait for the arrival of a new life. But it seemed that from when the gatekeepers had to face endless battles from birth. Being able to live until old age and walk into the holy spring peacefully and sleep peacefully seemed to have become a very luxurious thing.

"They appeared suddenly, and I can't tell when it was," Ruger said.

Chu Huan did not check whether the time when the monsters appeared and the landfall appeared was consistent. The world was not smooth and the error might be very large. He nodded and continued: "Because these monsters correspond to the five senses of human beings, and their consciousness is largely based on the senses, so I suspect that their appearance and growth are inseparable from the landfall."

"I agree," Nanshan interrupted quietly, "the more we go to the core of the fallen ground, the fewer monsters there are. Haven't you noticed that we haven't met one in a long time?"

Chu Huan: "I have been thinking about what happened to that little girl, including the other people I met on the road. Their consciousness seemed to be in some scenes that made them believe it. I don't know what would happen after they let them out of that scene through communication, but it was obviously not what this devouring monster wanted to see, otherwise it would not have been chased for us for as long as someone was cuckolded."

Several people nodded in thought. After a moment, Ruger thought about his words from beginning to end and asked with a little question: "I understand what you mean, but what is a cuckold?"

Chu Huan: "..."

As his understanding deepened, he found that the gatekeeper chief seemed to be just not very emotional and looked cool, and his focus was always so comprehensive and sharp that he would not miss a single question.

Nanshan: "It's not serious, don't pay attention to him."

Chu Huan was speechless again. If he was not confused, Nanshan seemed to know what a cuckold was. Their clan leader seemed to have added a function of filtering sensitive words to subtly.

Chu Huan started to wonder what his image he was in the other person's heart.

"But if you say sad..." Nanshan paused, "You can try to keep saying 'This is fake' in his ear."

"Oh, Nanshan Clan Chief, you're so furious," even Yuan Ping could hardly listen. "Of course it's fake, but do you believe you as soon as you say it? That's too easy."

Chu Huan didn't say anything and thought about it carefully.

"People are different when they are sad," Nanshan said quietly. "If someone tells him that everything that happens is false, he is willing to accept it more than you think."

Chu Huan couldn't help asking: "How do you know?"

Nanshan glanced at him and did not say that Chu Huan had stopped breathing in his arms, but the silent eyes were filled with thousands of words, unable to explain what it contained, Chu Huan's heart was beating wildly for unknown reasons.

Chu Huan quickly coughed dryly, turned his face to avoid his sight, and felt a little embarrassed.

He thought he was so thick that he had no strength to urge him, but now it seems that he had probably never encountered enough true feelings.

Of course, this brainwashing method is definitely useless for the groups in the valley. Not to mention talking in others' ears, the suffocation feeling is enough for them to drink a pot.

After walking for a whole day and night, a few people carefully passed the mountain range and met a man who seemed to be on the way in the endless wilderness.

"I can't hear the sound." Chu Huan said.

Yuan Ping: "Of course I can't hear it when I'm so far away, get closer."

"Its power is increasing, you must be careful." Nanshan grabbed Chu Huan, and several people walked around the man carefully like landmines. They approached him. Nanshan attached himself to Chu Huan's ear and said, "Don't ask him what happened, just tell him that everything is fake."

Chu Huan vaguely felt that this idea was a bit unreliable, but there was no more clever way for a while.

As they gradually approached the man, the familiar suffocation surged again, but perhaps because the other party was single, although they were a little chest tight, they were not ashamed of being unable to breathe.

Chu Huan licked his lips, and as his leader instructed him, he started chanting scriptures without asking any questions, and said one sentence repeatedly: "That's fake."

After repeated it for too many times, he felt that he was almost unable to understand these four words. His mouth was thinner and he was buzzing so hard that he had a headache, but the victim didn't even say a word.

Chu Huan secretly turned around and lowered his voice: "I feel something is wrong."

Ruger bent down and observed the man: "Try again."

"It will be a tight curse if you try again..." Chu Huan muttered, raised his hand tentatively, and pressed the man's shoulder. This time, he brewed his emotions for a moment, and said with as little emotion as possible, "That's fake."

Suddenly, Chu Huan heard a sneer, and he turned his head inexplicably to look at Luge: "Captain Ruge, why are you laughing at?"

Ruger's expression is a cool version of the unknown so: "What?"

It's not Ruger laughing, then...

Chu Huan immediately reacted, suddenly retracted his hand, and was about to retreat.

He responded very quickly, and his hand-retreated movements were like touching a electric gate, but even so, it was too late. A burning flame burst out from the man, directly burning the rope on Chu Huan's hand.
Chapter completed!