"What's wrong?" The fool looked at him inexplicably.
"Were you laughing just now?" Baomu asked.
"What are you talking about? What's so funny?" The fool kicked another stone.
Seeing that Baomu's face was not very good, the fool became more serious and then asked, "What did you hear?"
"In the wind," Baomu looked stiffly at the woods behind him, "there was laughter."
The two of them stared at the quiet forest.
"Are they male or female?" The fool's black pupils reflected the rugged appearance of the dense forest.
Baomu shook his head and raised his hand to wipe away a big bead of sweat, "I...I didn't hear the man and woman clearly."
"Don't be afraid," the fool turned his head and looked at Baomu with an upright face, "I'm here."
Baomu was so moved that he turned his head, looked at the fool's reassuring face, and nodded heavily.
However, the next second, the fool's face disappeared.
"ah!"
The fool on the edge of the cliff leaned back suddenly.
Baomu's reflex arc showed the best conduction speed in his life. He shouted the fool's name and threw himself at the fool's body, which was about to fall into the cliff.
Got it!
"I caught the fool!" Baomu hugged the fool's right leg, lying on the edge of the cliff and shouted, "Quick! Climb up!"
The fool was hanging upside down on the edge of the cliff. Baomu knew the fool's abdominal muscles very well. For the fool, a simple hanging of a golden hook was not a difficult move.
However, the fool struggled for a long time and still could not climb up.
"Brother Fool?" After a while, Baomu looked at the Fool hanging on the cliff wall.
The fool's right leg was firmly held by Baomu. At this moment, he was like a struggling fish, leaning against the cliff and flopping hard. Baomu carefully stretched out his upper body.
"Brother fool!"
A white skeleton hand strangled the fool's neck tightly from behind. The fool's face had turned the color of pig liver. He pinched the skeleton hand with both hands and tried hard to break it, but he couldn't move the skeleton hand at all.
.
It took all Baomu's strength to grab the fool's legs. He tried to drag the fool back to the edge of the cliff, but was stopped by the huge pulling force.
If this continues, will the fool...
what to do?
Baomu tried his best to suck the milk, and the Son of Light also whined and screamed to help his master, but it still didn't help.
Don't... don't panic...
Believe in Brother Fool.
believe……
Before Baomu could finish the oath in his heart, the power suddenly increased. Before Baomu had time to react, he was led off the cliff by the fool he believed in.
Baomu only felt the strong wind whistling in his ears.
The speed of falling was so fast that he thought he had arrived in heaven.
He heard the fool's cry.
Inexplicably relieved.
At least, that hand spared the fool.
Maybe I don't think it's necessary anymore.
Under the cliff, there was bare ground. The green land looked hard. The green in front of him was approaching rapidly. Baomu thought sadly that soon, there would be two more reds here.
I didn't expect this to be the case.
"squeak!--"
Suddenly, a sharp scream came from the backpack behind Baomu.
The wind in my ears suddenly stopped.
The blurry green in front of my eyes gradually disappeared, and was replaced by snow-white eyes.
Baomu felt as if he was being lifted up by a pair of big, soft hands. The fall continued, but at a slower pace. However, Baomu found that he could actually sit up. He held on to the furry white thing under him and sat up.
.
In front of him was an equally shocked fool.
The two of them were sitting in the middle of a huge white fur ball, looking at each other in surprise.
"Brother fool..."
"Cough! Cough!..." The five finger prints on the fool's throat were clearly visible, and he coughed uncomfortably, "This... what is this?..."
"squeak!"
Baomu was about to shake his head when he was interrupted by a cry from beside him.
The fat pink rabbit that they had raised to be smooth and smooth was standing at their feet with a dissatisfied look on its face, its eyes full of blame and disgust.
"I know, it's a rabbit..."
I almost forgot, this fat rabbit can fly.
Before Baomu finished speaking, there was a violent jolt beneath his body. The fur ball bounced on the spot a few times, and then stopped after a while. The people in the ball were violently stirred, and the scene was very miserable.
But at least a small life was saved.
After landing, the fur ball disappeared little by little. The rabbit shook his head proudly. Baomu and Fool got up weakly from the ground and looked around.
"Brother Fool, what happened just now?" Baomu asked.
"I don't know," the fool touched his Adam's apple painfully, "Didn't you say there was a sound in the forest? I was looking at the forest, and a hand suddenly appeared behind me and wanted to drag me down. Oh my god,
So powerful..."
This exclamation from a fool is really rare.
"That hand is a skeleton hand." Baomu reminded.
"Really?" The fool cleared his throat and seemed to feel better, "No wonder it feels weird to the touch."
"Don't you see what's attacking you?"
"No, that thing sneaked up on me from behind," the fool packed up the package and gently touched the rabbit's head, "But I feel... I feel like that thing only has one hand."
Baomu's heart grew colder and colder.
When the fool's physical attacks are no longer useful, the combination of the two of them no longer has any offensive capabilities.
After all, I am just an assistant.
That skeletal hand... is obviously beyond the scope.
How are they going to deal with this mountain?
"Hey, I almost forgot about this," the fool grabbed something and stood up, "Hurry up and put it on!"
They were two small gray cloth bags. The mouths of the cloth bags were tied tightly. The fool was holding two pieces of lanyards. The cloth bags were shaking and heavy.
Baomu suddenly remembered it.
Each of them has one of these cloth bags.
There are boundary markers inside.
To be precise, it contains a small model of the boundary monument made by the Taoist leader, which is the symbol of their "gang".
Baomu's cold heart suddenly felt warm.
Not just because of the boundary markers.
He took the cloth bag and opened it.
Next to the small boundary monument, there is a yellow thing.
It was a folded charm.
It was a charm that the Taoist priest distributed to each of them before leaving.
Because every time they take action, the Taoist Master will give one to everyone, so this agreed-upon step has become a matter of turning a blind eye. When it comes to using it, he actually forgets it.
"Taoist Master..." Baomu clenched his little cloth bag in emotion.
The fool was not so sentimental and had already put on the amulet to inspect. His eyes circled the wasteland once...twice...and then froze.
"Baomu," he quickly grabbed Baomu's arm, interrupting Baomu's memories, "Look at that... is it a person?"