As soon as my back was pressed, I was thrown onto a carriage full of corpses... The way it was like throwing a dead person made me very unhappy, but at this moment, they regarded me as a
It's not a bad thing to treat the dead.
Thinking of this, I opened my eyes when no one was paying attention, and I saw a woman with bruises all over her body and bleeding from the corners of her eyes, lying next to me in a highly distorted manner, face to face, posing with a loving expression.
Jun Caixie’s “cute” look…
All right......
I haven't been in such close contact with a corpse for a long, long time. I swallowed a gulp of saliva and turned my head. At this moment, the big painted face who was thrown into the car with me suddenly pulled me. His little eyes were red and he didn't care.
Something that I knew was tears or sweat was smeared all over my face.
He opened his mouth as if asking me what to do now. I thought for a moment, shook my head and turned my head away.
what to do?
I still want to know what I should do now. There are so many people, and all of them have some skills. With my current ability, I definitely can't beat them. If I run away, there may be a glimmer of hope, but I always feel that I have to fight with them hard.
Racing is not a good idea.
Although I have the help of Taoist methods to temper my body with spiritual energy, my physical strength and energy are only a little higher than ordinary people. If I want to run for several hours like a magical Taibao, I will have to vomit blood from exhaustion.
So, now, we can only wait, wait for the opportunity, and escape from this place with the only survivor.
Thinking of this, he closed his eyes, pulled the female corpse next to him and pressed it on him to disguise himself, and fell asleep by himself for a while. In a daze, he felt a weight in front of him, as if something was stacked on him again. He opened his right eye
Opening a small slit, you can see Ruan Qingyun's round eyes and an unusually twisted face...
Why is it her?
Just as I was thinking about it, the corpses in military uniforms had been thrown into the car one after another, and a dozen of them were pressing on them, so much that I almost suffocated. Only then did I realize that they were following what the big painted face said.
A corpse is being cleaned up from a strange tree.
It seems that my fellow travelers will inevitably end up being forced to have their souls turned into furnace fire.
That's it, that's all, it's too late to do anything now. I took a moment to look at the strange tree. Although I could only see a corner, it gave people the feeling of blocking out the sky and the sun. The appearance of this thing was a bit like
The banyan tree in the subtropical region has a maze-like tangle of roots, with countless vines hanging down as if hung with various ropes.
I stared at the corner of the big tree and then closed my eyes. In fact, I have seen this tree in books. Foreigners call it "Octopus Tree", but most of us call it "Hydra".
Cypress".
This kind of tree is not a big deal. There are similar ones all over the world. As far as I know, Hydra Cypress, like most legendary "man-eating trees", is usually attracted by something similar to pollen secreted from the body.
It paralyzes the creatures that are close to it, and then strangles them to death with hanging things that look like branches or vines.
However, they don't really eat humans, nor do they really eat meat. They do this because the trees need to use the rotten carcasses of killed animals to attract insects, and then spread pollination and continue their offspring.
Of course, carrion and the like can also provide more nutrients for their survival and reproduction.
In short, this is a plant that feeds itself by killing nearby creatures. In some areas, they were even considered to be mountain spirits, which made people laugh.
It is precisely because of such a layer of psychological factors at work that some capable folk alchemists have gradually explored a method to control this tree. It is said that in southern Xinjiang, there are some who live in seclusion in the mountains and are good at witchcraft.
Skilled people planted this tree to serve as a guard. Unwelcome outsiders were often strangled to death inexplicably without understanding the situation.
As for the methods to crack this kind of tree, there are actually many ways. There are two common ones. The first one is to find some secret recipe that can resist the damage and make it into a sachet and carry it with you. The second one is to stay as far away from him as possible.
a little.
If you look at it this way, there may be more than one or two similar plants in the mountains and deep in the dense forest. The first two times, I was lucky and didn't encounter them. This time, those people happened to encounter them.
Those of them who are called elites should have died vigorously. Although they may not be able to reach the state of shaking the world and crying ghosts and gods, they should not be strangled to death in such a muddle-headed manner... This way of death,
Too cowardly.
Thinking of this, I mourned for three minutes in my heart, and then I lay down among the dead and fell asleep.
Fortunately, this time, those black and white and impermanent people did not carry people back with bamboo poles as usual. Otherwise, if the rope was put around the neck, it would be a fake show, but
, I am talking about myself. Among the people who were hurriedly marching behind the carriage, there were still quite a few people carrying the kind of bamboo poles used to hang dead people.
When I thought about this, I was very curious about what the horse pulling the cart looked like, because I was busy pretending to be dead just now and didn't see it. Now it feels very weird, because I didn't hear the horse's hooves while lying on the pile of corpses.
There was a crisp sound of bumps on the ground. The surrounding area was so quiet, so quiet that even my own heartbeat seemed like I could hardly hide it.
I waited until it was almost dawn, but the surrounding area fell into darkness. Faintly, I saw the dark stone walls of unknown height, and the occasional dots of fluorescence on the walls. Following me, along with those
The bodies were thrown together from the carriage into a square hole.
Afterwards, there was silence all around, and except for the popping sound of the faint green flame, there was no breath of life.
I opened one eye and took a look around. Inside the cave, which was as empty as a room, there were many stove-like things lined up in a row. The air was filled with a disgusting smell.
Looking again, on the roof of the cave, hundreds of naked bodies were being hung upside down on the roof with their legs tied.
Each one of them looked like fried dough sticks, stretched out and motionless.
He stood up, approached one of the women, and tapped her belly. It was as hard as a stone. He stretched out his hand and turned it over. The corpse spun around, and strange talismans all over the body were immediately revealed deep down on the body.