The figure gradually walked in, and the familiar outline and expression gradually became clear in front of Hua Xiang's eyes. Her eyes were unconsciously locked by this inappropriate image - good, it was still the same expression. To put it nicely, confidently, not nicely, facial paralysis, and the only thing that was inconsistent with his true complexion was probably pale lips.
When Hua Fan heard this long-lost title, she was shocked. The subtle touch suddenly turned like a dream, which made her head blank. A wonderful stream of expectation in her heart made her body soft as if it was electric.
The wind and rain were rushing, mixed with broken branches, smashing open the already very old door panel. The bonfire in the room was instantly extinguished, and the warmth in the room turned into a bone-broken cold.
Hua Feng suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from the blood of nightmare. There was no long sword or blood in front of him, only a pile of completely extinguished bonfires. Although the reality was cold, it was much better than the dangerous dream.
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When it was dawn, the storm finally stopped. The place where Huafeng was going was Liangzhou. In order to save time on the road and hide her eyes, she inquired along the way, avoided the official roads and crowded towns, and took the mountain outdoors, following the mountains and headed north.
As I entered an unknown mountain, the weather became very strange, and the rain seemed to be very heavy. At the beginning, it rained all day long, but after that, almost every day was rainy. Once it rained, the flowers were overturned and they couldn't hurry. During the walk and stop, it took half a month and didn't walk out of the mountain.
There are a few farmhouses living in the mountain. The peasant women carry firewood every day. There must be one or two small flower snakes in the firewood basket. According to the peasant women, this mountain is called Wuyang Mountain. Then heading north, it is Yushan. The small flower snakes they placed in the firewood basket are tamed by their families. There are many snakes in this mountain. Putting snakes into the basket will make the wild snakes in the mountain mistakenly think that they are the same kind and dare not attack directly.
Hua Fan has never had a good impression of snakes, insects, rats and ants. After hearing this, he bought three flower snakes from the peasant woman and took them with him.
The snake's fangs have been pulled out all of them. They leaned against the house to catch mice and survived. Their expressions were naturally gentle and tight, without the cruel appearance of the snake. The long body, blinked eyes, was a cute appearance, which was a good trick to use to eliminate the loneliness on the journey, which was very good.
I don’t know if it’s the role of the little flower snake. Anyway, although there are ghosts and wolves howling in the mountains all night, Hua Feng has not encountered any poisonous snakes and beasts for several days.
It was another rainy night, and the flowers flipped through Wuyang Mountain and came to Yushan, located north of Wuyang Mountain.
There are no snakes and beasts in this mountain - because there are no snakes and beasts that will survive in this place. There are no trees growing here, and there are not even grass growing. The soil on the whole mountain is very thin, and there are a kind of dark ore everywhere. The ore and moss are washed away by the rain. This is a truly barren land.
The only thing that can survive is the insects. One by one, which relies on devouring rainwater, is very fat, and its shiny body seems to be about to crack and flow out of fat at any time.
The insects are as big as palms, and they are attached to the ore ground, walking against their belly, and are densely packed with the entire hills.
Hua Fan felt that the phobia that she had not suffered for many years had been summoned out. She held an umbrella and looked for a place without insects everywhere, but no matter how she looked for it, she could not find a pure land. The insect was extremely tenacious and omnipresent.
The flowers were turning in the night rain, holding back their disgust and trying to set fire to burn some, but the fire came, the insects disappeared on the surface, but the next second, other similar people immediately filled the gap, and the real one was inexhaustible.
Just as the flower flirting was anxious, the sound of silk and bamboo suddenly came to her ears. The music was very weak. Even though the flower flirting had a very sensitive hearing, it seemed to be there or nothing to her.
It seemed faintly a flute song. The sound was intermittent, mournful and moving, like the gentle and desolate sound of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, which was very unworthy of the disgusting scene of Bala in the mountains.
The sound of the flute finally stopped, and a song came, with a slender and beautiful voice. The singer must be a woman, and her singing voice gradually became clear. This woman should be walking slowly in this direction.
Hua Fan was very surprised. Where can anyone live in such a place? Even if someone lives, he is probably a rough man who eats raw meat and drinks blood. How could there be a woman? He took a step back and said that even if there is a woman, how could this woman blow the jade flute and sing the voice of heaven in front of such a disgusting scene?
While she was wondering, the woman was already slowly walking in the night rain. She was holding a delicate red umbrella, and her clothes were also bright red. In the dark hellish night, it showed a very disharmonious beauty.
The woman gradually walked in and Hua Fei saw that there was a jade flute hanging around her neck and a well-crafted bamboo basket was slapped between her arms. As she walked, she picked up something from the ground and put it in the bamboo basket - if Hua Fei's eyes did not suddenly break, what she picked up was the disgusting fat bug on the ground.
The whole person is in a bad state. Why do women who are beautiful and sweet will pick up dirty bugs with a calm look on their faces?
Although she was very puzzled and disgusted with her behavior, she was about to walk up to her. Hua Fei took the initiative to walk forward and greeted the woman: "This girl, I am a passerby. I can't move forward because it rains. I still want to stay in the girl's residence for a night. I wonder if it can be convenient for her." Hua Fei said as she couldn't help but aim at the woman's basket. The fat insects were crowded together and wriggled because of panic... Hua Fei couldn't help but feel a surge of stomach acid and frowned a little rudely.
The woman seemed to see the concerns of Hua Feng, covered Cherry's mouth and chuckled, and her face looked particularly charming in the night.
"The insect here is called a belly insect. Our tribe members feed on it and named him a god in the times." The woman said, her voice as beautiful as singing.
Hua Feng burst into gastric acid again. "Feed from this", which means eating this fat insect... "Vomit..." Hua Feng couldn't help but want to cover his mouth and vomit.
"Is it a stay? Okay, it must be extremely unsafe for a girl to be trapped in this mountain alone. It just so happens that I live alone alone. Now it is the rainy season of this mountain, and the heavy rain will not stop for a while. If the girl doesn't dislike it, it would be great to stay here for a few more days." Her voice was like a spring hitting the jade.
Hua Feng has to admit that a woman has a good throat and good skin, which can definitely make people ignore everything. When she hears such a sound, Hua Feng’s mind automatically cancels her connection with these nauseous bugs. She even began to feel that if she eats these bugs, she might as well eat a little bit, and she should wash it very cleanly.
The woman smiled cheerfully, reached out to hold Hua Feng's sleeve, and said, "Just follow me." Hua Feng has heard of the ghost stories among the people. What's the beauty who hooked up alone in the middle of the night must be an evil ghost with a skin. What's more, this beautiful woman who is not as beautiful as a mortal actually uses insects as food, which is even more confusing.
But Hua Feng is no longer afraid of anything at this moment. There are no ghosts in this world. Hua Feng is very sure of this point not because she believes in science very much, but because she knows that most of the ghosts in the eyes of mortals are actually just demons living in seclusion. The demons have lived in seclusion in this world for thousands of years, and it is inevitable that there will be some love-hate entanglements with mortals, such as Green Sleeve, and her. These entanglements will become ghost stories after being passed down by word of mouth in the future, but in fact, they have nothing to do with ghosts.
There are only two possibilities. One possibility is that this woman is born and raised in the mountains. The customs and soil in the mountains are so weird, and food is inevitable. If this is the case, then there is nothing to be scary. There is another possibility that this woman is a demon. In this case, there seems to be nothing to be scary. She is also a demon, and they are considered similar.
The woman led the flower till and came to a building with white walls and black tiles. This building, like this woman, was like a product of the Jiangnan water town. No matter what, she could not tell any connection with this ferocious hell-like mountain.
The woman invited Hua Feng in, gave her seat to pour tea for her, and took out her clothes and asked Hua Feng to take a shower and change it.
"Miss, what are you? I'll go cook."
"No, no need!" Hua Tian rejected it so much that she didn't want to eat that kind of insect, not once!
The woman smiled heartily again: "I know that the girl is a foreign guest who came from afar and will not let the guests eat belly bugs. There are still some shrimp left at home. I will make some shrimp dumplings for the girl."
When the dumplings were mentioned, the flower-filled stomach began to rumbling unscrupulously.
In a quarter of an hour, the woman in red walked out of the kitchen, holding the hot dumplings in her hand, and a smile on her face.
But when she was about to walk to the table, the woman suddenly stopped moving, and her originally rosy face turned pale. Her hands holding the plate were also trembling slightly.
"Snake...there are snakes..." the woman said, her delicate voice sounded pitiful.
Hua Fan suddenly remembered that he also carried several small flower snakes bought from peasant women in Wuyang Mountain.
The flower flipped over the dumplings and placed them on the table, and took out the three small flower snakes that looked like they had no attack power from the package.
"Is this?" Hua smiled.
"This..." the woman was so scared that she hid aside.