Crazy, dare to crack down on this celestial master

There is a description of human skin in the ancient book "Shuo Zhong": "Its color is brown, like creamy fat."

And the unknown thing that Mao Jun touched just now is very likely to be human skin.

"This is human skin."

With a gloomy face, Mao Jun took two steps back, and used the flash of his mobile phone to capture the entire human skin.

"What...what...what do you say this is...human...human skin..."

Yao Dizhu, who was already frightened, pointed at the thing tremblingly.

"Yes, this is human skin."

Seeing Yao Dizhu's terrified appearance, and her embarrassingly torn clothes, Mao Jun hurriedly turned his head and took off his coat.

"Nuo, put on your clothes quickly, don't say that I've been frivolous to you again."

Mao Jun handed over the clothes, but he never turned his head to look at her.

"You... would you be so kind?"

Yao Dizhu took another two steps back because of fear.

"Love or not."

Mao Jun was speechless for a moment, this place didn't look like a place where he could stay for a long time.

He was just about to put his coat back.

"Wait a minute...I...I want to."

Only then did Yao Dizhu reluctantly put away Mao Jun's coat.

"If my guess is right, we're probably being targeted."

Mao Jun wanted to take Yao Dizhu out of Qinglong Mountain as soon as possible, but when he turned his head, the road he took up the mountain just now disappeared.

"Let me tell you, don't you call yourself a Feng Shui master? Maybe you made this thing up to scare me!"

Yao Dizhu glanced at Mao Jun angrily.

"I'm not as easy to deceive as my father, take it away from you."

Said, Yao Dizhu glared at Mao Jun, threw Mao Jun's coat directly on the ground, turned his head and left.

Mao Jun was very angry at the woman in front of him.
This human-skin scarecrow is not something that ordinary warlocks can make, and the person Mao Jun is facing now will only be more powerful than him.

At such a critical juncture, why is this woman still playing with her temper?

"Yao Dizhu, I'm not joking with you. Tonight's game, if one is not careful, both of us will die on Qinglong Mountain."

Mao Jun was angry and used a little strength in his hands.

"Why, why are you so stubborn? Let me go!"

Yao Dizhu struggled twice, and found that Mao Jun's hand was tightly grasped, and he couldn't shake it off at all.

"You...you are too much!"

Seeing that this method didn't work, Yao Dizhu slammed his mouth, and bit Mao Jun's arm hard.

"what!"

Mao Jun suffered from pain.

Seeing Mao Jun let go of his hand, Yao Dizhu ran towards the front without saying a word.

"Yao Dizhu!"

Mao Jun had no choice but to follow Yao Dizhu closely.

"Mao Jun, wait for me, I will let the police arrest you when I go out, you... ah!"

Yao Dizhu was running ahead, cursing in his mouth, wishing to scold Mao Jun's eighteen generations of ancestors.

Mao Jun could only pretend not to hear, until Yao Dizhu suddenly screamed and disappeared in front of Mao Jun.

"Yao Dizhu! Yao Dizhu!"

Mao Jun suddenly remembered what had happened to him before. The man who was following him was especially good at creating illusions.

In other words, the scene in front of you is not necessarily what the eyes see.

Mao Jun thought about it, squatted down, groped around with his hands, and finally found a branch.

"Yao Dizhu! Are you in front!"

Mao Jun let out a roar, and while he was roaring, he continued to use branches to explore the way in front of him.

"This... what kind of place is this... vomit... it's disgusting, it stinks to death!"

While Mao Jun was speaking, only Yao Dizhu roared out.

"Yao Dizhu! Yao Dizhu! Where are you!"

After Mao Jun heard Yao Dizhu's voice, he hurriedly yelled out another sentence.

"I'm here! Mao Jun! Hurry up and find a way to get me up! This is disgusting!"

Yao Dizhu's voice came from below.

Mao Jun led the way with a branch, and took two steps forward. Sure enough, the branch was hollowed out!
What Mao Jun saw was a flat road, but when the branch hit the road in front of him, he didn't feel stopped at all.

"Yao Dizhu, don't move around below, I'll come right away!"

Listening to Yao Dizhu's voice, the place should not be very deep, but at this time Mao Jun has no rope or anything in hand.

How can Yao Dizhu be rescued?
Just as Mao Jun was thinking, he felt that creepy feeling on his back reappeared.

"Who!"

Mao Jun hadn't finished speaking, and hadn't had time to turn his head.

I just felt that someone kicked my back, and my whole body fell down uncontrollably.

"what!"

Mao Jun felt that he had pressed something soft, and it felt particularly good.

Who doesn't like things that feel comfortable to the touch, Mao Jun subconsciously grabbed two more.

He had no scruples about the angry scream of the woman under him.

"Mao Jun! I'm going to kill you!"

It was only then that Mao Jun came to his senses that the pressure on his body was clearly that of Yao Dizhu who was not prepared at all.

"Wait for me... Oops... Pain..."

Mao Jun was also grabbed by one ear without the slightest preparation. Sure enough, an angry woman should not be messed with.

This time Mao Jun suffered a lot.

After a while, Yao Dizhu hit, scratched and kicked Mao Jun, and then he relieved the anger in his heart.

Mao Jun's hair was already in a mess, his face was covered in black mud on the ground, and his eyes could hardly be opened, and Yao Dizhu's nail marks were all over his body.

"Hurry up! Get me out of here now! Stop this silly prank!"

Until now, Yao Dizhu still firmly believes that everything that happened today was a prank played by Mao Jun.

"Big sister! If I could take you out, we would have gone out a long time ago. Should we still stay in this place like a pot?"

Mao Jun was speechless.

"pot?"

The words that came out of his mouth made Mao Jun start to look at the surrounding environment.

The surrounding area was so dark that nothing could be seen, but a strong stench in the air made the two of them want to vomit.

Mao Jun tried to walk around on both sides, and the surroundings seemed to be surrounded by walls, which were still sticky to the touch.

"What's the matter, can you go out after all, can you stop acting?"

Yao Dizhu simply stood in the middle, with his hands on his hips, bossing around.

"Yao Dizhu, come and do me a favor, you stand here."

It was pitch black, and the phone was broken, so I really couldn't see the surroundings. As a Feng Shui master, Mao Jun has a very keen sense of direction. The orientation will change.