As he looked around, he saw that the ancient head in front of him had continued to rush southeast along the hillside. There were not many woods in front of him and it seemed to be very flat.
Xue Bing'er suddenly said: "It seems that the wild woman has recognized the ancient head..."
But before she finished speaking, Aunt Shan snorted and said sarcastically: "He has been carrying two dou zhang behind his back all year round, how can people still not recognize him?"
Liu Qianwen knew that Aunt Shan was mocking Gutou for his hunched back. She was afraid that the two of them would argue again because of this, so she quickly got back to the topic and said: "She should have stopped to say hello if she recognized Gutou? Why did she speed up when she saw him?
Woolen cloth?"
"Could it be that the Thin Willow Immortal really defected to her?" Nangong Haotian lowered his eyebrows and thought hard.
Shangguan Xiaowan said disapprovingly: "If she and Thin Willow Fairy are in the same group, it was a good opportunity to get rid of us just now. Why did she leave suddenly again?"
Zhao Ling'er suddenly interjected in a low voice: "Will anyone else help us?"
Seeing that Zhao Ling'er could speak, everyone looked at Shangguan Xiaowan's arms and found that her face looked much better than before. After Nangong Haotian's treatment, the external injuries were also healed.
Her words also made Nangong Haotian, Liu Qianwen and Aunt Shan think it was quite possible.
The old man in front suddenly said: "Young master and ladies, please pay attention, the mountains ahead are getting more and more rugged, and the fallen leaves of the vines are getting thicker and thicker. It seems that few people have been to this place!"
Nangong Haotian and others all looked at the mountains in front of them. As they spoke, they saw that the slope on the right had turned into a high cliff, and the slope on the left had turned into a deep stream.
Continuing forward for several dozen feet, the high cliff on the right gradually turned into a protruding cliff above. The dead branches and leaves under my feet became thicker, and the road became narrower!
At this moment, a sudden sound of "divination" was heard in mid-air. Nangong Haotian and others were startled and looked up one after another, only to see a little white shadow falling from the top of the cliff.
Everyone didn't know what the object was and didn't dare to pick it up with their hands. They let it fall onto the thick fallen leaves with a thud, landing right in front of Nangong Haotian.
Nangong Haotian looked down and saw that it was a one-foot-long yellow rupa embroidered with lace, wrapped in a pebble.
Liu Qianwen, who was nearby, took a look and realized that it was a woman's object. She leaned over to pick it up and threw the stone away. Nangong Haotian leaned over to take a look, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he looked up towards the top of the cliff.
All I could see was the clouds above my head, the cliff was vaguely visible, and I couldn't see any people moving. Shangguan Xiaowan asked with concern: "What is written on it?"
Liu Qianwen spread Luo Pa's hands in front of Shangguan Xiaowan.
Shangguan Xiaowan's eyes lit up when she saw it, because in addition to the colorful silk edges embroidered on the Zhang Huang Luopa, a golden bow and several silver round iron eggs were embroidered on one corner.
The center of the ropa was originally blank, but now I don't know what was used to write four intermittent cursive characters "a dead end".
Nangong Haotian saw that there was no one on the cliff, and he couldn't see anyone even if he was hiding in the dark, so he took Luopa over.
Shangguan Xiaowan looked at Nangong Haotian who was looking down at Luopa and said: "This may be written with the leaf juice or root juice of a plant, which dripped onto the silk and turned into this black gold color."
Nangong Haotian's expression did not change at all. He had always been gloomy and didn't know what to think. However, after such a long time, Shangguan Xiaowan and others seemed to have lost their anger and no longer ignored him.
The stunned old man asked respectfully: "Young Master, we..."
Nangong Haotian turned to Shangguan Xiaowan and others without saying anything. Shangguan Xiaowan said: "Since the other party is kind enough to warn, we must discuss it before deciding on a choice."
Chu Meng glanced at the white mist in front of him worriedly and said, "It looks like there may be a dead end ahead!"
Aunt Shan said disapprovingly: "Maybe there is a strong enemy waiting in front of us!"
Shangguan Xiaowan said "hmm" and said, "If that's what it means, it means that if we go down this road, we are heading towards death!"
"From what I see, the old slave may have a broken road ahead and cannot cross it!" Gutou speculated.
"But it's dangerous to turn around and walk back..." Aunt Shan looked back behind her, as if there was some monster behind her.
Xue Bing'er asked in confusion: "What's going on?"
"My silly sister..." Chu Meng answered first: "If you turn around and walk back, wouldn't you just happen to run into Monk Fan who is chasing after you?"
"Their old home is almost burned down, how can they still be in the mood to chase us?" Xue Bing'er pouted and said disapprovingly.
At this moment, Zhao Ling'er, who was lying in Shangguan Xiaowan's arms, suddenly bit her silver teeth and moaned softly. Although she tried her best to suppress it, she still made a little sound.
Most of the people here have amazing skills, so how can they not hear it? Nangong Haotian looked surprised and asked with concern: "How do you feel now?"
Zhao Ling'er shook her head and said calmly: "It's okay, I had a sudden pain just now, and it's gone now!"
Shangguan Xiaowan said: "Brother Haotian, I think we should find a place nearby and set up a tent to check on my sister's injuries!"
The old man raised his hand and pointed in front of us and said: "I think the place under the cliff is the most suitable. Even if the enemies come, they can't besiege us."
Nangong Haotian looked up and found that under the convex cliff in front, there was a spacious place with thick fallen leaves. However, the path in front was less than five feet wide. Even if the enemy was chasing after him, if he wanted to attack, he could only accommodate two people at most.
"Don't worry, the other party won't chase you here. Gutou, let's just choose to set up the tent there!" Shangguan Xiaowan said.
In response to the old man's respectful voice, he suddenly rose up and jumped forward suddenly. When Aunt Shan saw her, she followed behind the old man. Because she had a white blanket on her back, she had to spread it underneath first.
Liu Qianwen, Chu Meng and Xue Binger also hurriedly followed to help set up the tent.
When Shangguan Xiaowan saw that everyone else had left, only Nangong Haotian stood in front of her, looking at Zhao Ling'er and asking in a low voice: "Sister Ling'er, where is the injury?"
Nangong Haotian also took a step forward, watching with concern as Zhao Ling'er slowly opened her beautiful eyes. When she saw Tan Lang standing in front of her, Zhao Ling'er felt shy and anxious, but also felt a hint of sweetness.