The sudden appearance of a crow is bound to make people suspicious.
Rang Sique squatted down and looked carefully at the crows struggling to escape from the fine net. He couldn't recover for a while. The crows, the mist, and the disappeared Guya tribesmen, I don't know what is among them.
connect.
Just when Rang Sique was lost in thought, the crow turned over, revealing its head, and opened its mouth and neighed at Rang Sique. Rang Sique was startled, and looked down. It was better not to look at it at first, but after looking at it, Rang Sique looked down.
Si Que felt a wave of cold air coming up from his body. He groaned and almost fell to the ground. However, Li Luo's quick hands helped him and pulled Rang Si Que behind him.
The crow was still struggling to break out of the net. The place where the bird's head originally had a pair of soybean-sized eyes was stuffed with two irregular lumps of ice.
The snow ball pinched by the child was even worse. The bird's beak was upward, and on one side of the bridge of the nose, the bird's feathers fell off, and there was a hole the size of the thumb's belly. Inside, you could see the dense white bones and blackened bones. I don't know what they were.
of silk thread.
Li Luo looked at the crow, and the crow also stared at Li Luo and the others with its white eyes. Rang Sique asked timidly: "Isn't it alive?"
Li Luo pondered for a while, then smiled and said: "Since there are living dead people, it seems not surprising that there are such birds. Why, Miss Li Luo is not afraid of the living dead people, is she still afraid of this half-dead crow?"
Rang Sique snorted and hid behind Li Luo. After thinking about it again and again, he nodded without being brave and said: "Afraid!"
At this moment, the crow broke free from the net in full view of the three people. The net of the black dwarf seemed to be able to catch the whole world, so although the crow struggled out, it kept its foot.
The foot was crawling around like a headless fly in the snow, but no blood could be seen flowing out from the broken area. This was what Li Luo and Rang Sique had expected.
The crow struggled for a long time and finally took off. Li Luo and Rang Sique looked at the crow, and no one had any intention of stopping it. At this time, a stream of light came through the air and pinned the crow that had just taken off to the ground.
On the trunk of a cold cypress tree. The two of them followed each other like shadows, showing their traces from the mist and flying towards them. It was Leng Bing and Hu Lu Fenghan.
The flowing light trembled slightly, and it was Leng Bing's long green sword. Hu Lu Fenghan asked from afar: "What... Hey, is this... a crow?" Hu Lu Fenghan walked under the tree and said
He looked at the writhing crow in surprise and murmured to himself, "This bird is really ugly..."
Leng Bing reached out and drew out his long sword. The light of the sword cut off one of the crow's wings. The bird was unable to fly anymore and just circled on the ground, making one or two shrill cries from time to time.
Five people gathered in a circle, and their ten eyes looked at the crow crawling on the ground quietly, and no one said anything. If this was a bird of flesh and blood, let alone the net of the dwarf in black, Leng Bing had just struck that sword
It was enough to kill it more than ten times, and it would never be able to survive like this.
The crow's cry became more and more shrill, and its struggle became more and more fierce. I don't know if a few people were dazzled, but there seemed to be a protrusion where the wing was broken. Hulu Fenghan took a breath of cold air.
, maybe in a moment, this crow will grow another wing.
Li Luo knelt down and pulled out the full-moon dagger. The moment the dagger left the sheath, the broken-winged crow suddenly paused, then struggled fiercely and made piercing cries.
Distraught, Li Luo looked at the dagger for a few times, then looked at the crow with broken wings hiding from the dagger, and said calmly: "Do you think someone is looking at us through this crow?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the short knife stabbed out quickly and nailed the crow to the ground. Under the eyes of the five people, the crow suddenly shattered into a ball of powder, which was blown by the wind and scattered all over the ground. Only
The short sword was still standing alone on the ground.
Hu Lu Fenghan was shocked and shouted: "This sword can indeed restrain it!"
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind passed through the forest. At the moment when the wind passed through the forest, the nine lights that Li Luo had just lit were extinguished. A gust of Yin Qi flashed along the place where the wind passed, and then disappeared.
, I don’t know if it is dormant or if it is just passing by.
Li Luo and Rang Sique frowned in unison. This Yin Qi was very familiar. It was clearly the Yin Qi they felt in the misty snowfields of the Far North Wasteland that day. It was as gloomy as before, but not as thick as before.
"What should I do?" Hu Lu Fenghan asked.
Li Luo thought intently. Except for a crow that had obviously been dead for a long time, his trip to Luye Naga was empty. He found nothing. Where did the disappeared and unhurried Guya people go? Li Luo couldn't figure out where they were.
I know. In this mist, apart from the strange ghosts who look like the living dead, what else is there? And what secrets are hidden behind these visions? Nothing is found. All the speculations are unsubstantiated. Although the soldiers of Caohai are brave,
But facing an invisible and intangible enemy, I'm afraid there is no place to use it.
Li Luo raised his head and looked at the top of the mountain, shrouded in heavy fog, giving him the illusion that the mountain ridge was just one step away.
"How far is it from your Guya altar?"
"Eagle Crying Corner? That's not close. It's not the same road up the mountain. It might take another half a month to get over from here." Rang Sique replied, suddenly startled, and asked in shock, "Are you trying to cross Luye Naga?
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"We have this plan." Li Luo said in a deep voice, "The Guya tribe never sees dead people or corpses in life. Only by finding them can we unlock the secret of this fog."
"Where to find it?" Leng Bing asked coldly.
Li Luo glanced at the black ashes left on the ground after the crows were destroyed, and seemed to be weighing it. His eyelids twitched, and he groaned: "If we can't find them, then let them come to us. Is this what you mean?"
Hu Lu Fenghan grinned, but it was not much better than crying. As long as his eyes were not blind and he had seen the bird that could be regarded as a crow, he could probably guess what kind of monsters would come to his door again. Hu Lu Feng
Han was not afraid of death, but if he appeared half-dead like that in front of the Caohai people, it would be better to just die.
"You once sent people into the mountain. It's impossible for these people to disappear out of thin air. Maybe something happened to make them disappear, along with the people who didn't have time to come down the mountain. But I don't believe in ghosts and gods. As long as these people existed, there must be traces. I don't
I believe that so many people will disappear without a trace and leave no trace, unless..."