Brother, this showman

The horse monkey wine that fainted did not fall directly to the ground, but was supported by the "old man" he just hugged passionately.

A skeleton in clothes is tightly hugging a living person.

Ye Wenqing clicked his tongue, the picture is quite harmonious.

More and more red water was dripping from the treetops, and the sky was filled with red rain, and the sound of the wind whizzed by, just like a mournful cry.

Ye Wenqing quickly picked up the folding fan and pressed it lightly on the frame, and a black paper umbrella sprinkled with gold appeared in the air.

"Come on, Junior Brother." Ye Wenqing held an umbrella in one hand, and covered Feng Lianchen with the other to hide under the umbrella.

Seeing this, Song Jihua ran over to rub the umbrella without seeing anyone else.

Three big men squeezed under a paper umbrella, it was really embarrassing for this umbrella.

Feng Lianchen moved closer to Ye Wenqing calmly, and the two of them were almost face to face.

Ye Wenqing couldn't talk about Feng Lianchen, so he could only look at Song Jihua silently, hoping that this kid would have some discernment and leave quickly.

But Song Jihua couldn't see it, and looked at the surface of the umbrella curiously: "Just now I saw that Brother Wenqing was clearly holding a fan, why did he suddenly become an umbrella? What Xuanji is here?"

Ye Wenqing turned the umbrella surface expressionlessly, and kept the four flying and phoenix characters in front of Song Jihua's eyes.

Song Jihua: "..."

I can't see.

Ye Wenqing curled the corners of his lips. He begged for this fan from Mr. Wen brazenly because of its versatility.The fan surface is made of high-quality ice silk, which is invulnerable to weapons, water and fire. The most important thing is that the fan and umbrella are dual-purpose and easy to carry.

But his main purpose is to use it as a fan.At first, Mr. Wen would repair it regularly, but later, when he saw the four big characters he inscribed on the fan, he would never repair it for him again.

"Perfect in the world." Feng Lianchen read out very cooperatively, his eyes filled with sincerity, "Brother deserves it."

Song Jihua's legs went limp, and he almost knelt on the ground. Why is this pair of senior brothers thicker than the other?

Ye Wenqing hooked the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

Song Jihua simply looked away, looking at the skeleton dancing in a strange posture in the red rain.

It let go of the horse monkey wine, waved its stiff limbs, walked to the side of the tree trunk, stared at the face above it in a daze, paused for a while, and then went on to the next tree.

"Is it looking for its own face?" A light flashed in Song Jihua's mind, and his thin lips moved.

"Even skeletons know how to save face." Song Jihua added, implying that, Brother Wen Qing, you should show face too.

Ye Wenqing directly blocked Song Jihua's last words, and followed the movement of the skeleton with his eyes.

The skeleton finally stopped by a big moss-covered tree, staring at the blurred human face above, and stopped for an instant.

"It has found its own face?" Song Jihua asked in surprise.

The skeleton knelt down slowly, the clothes on its body began to shatter, and the sound of wind passed by it, making a piercing whirring sound.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of bones breaking, and a mass of red light shot straight into the sky, making it hard for people to open their eyes.

All of a sudden, various voices came from all directions.There were heart-piercing cries, laughter, and the dull sound of flesh being torn apart.

The strong resentment came overwhelmingly, making people shiver uncontrollably.

The red rain gradually weakened. Ye Wenqing pressed lightly under the umbrella bone, and the paper umbrella became a folding fan again and lay on the palm.

As the red light gradually faded, the skeleton had turned into ashes and was blown around by the wind.

The human faces on the surrounding tree trunks were all peeled off from the trees as if they had grown wings, floating in the air.

Skins as thin as cicada's wings are still shining in the sun.

The accident is much more than that.

The human face was separated from the tree body, and these trees suddenly withered as if they were sucked by a monster, and the thin branches fell to the ground, and the tree body curled up like a centenarian.

Beauty Lin, a symbol of luck, lost her color in an instant.

There was a dull sound from the ground, and the speed was fast, as if something was about to explode from the ground.

With lightning speed, Feng Lianchen hugged Ye Wenqing on the boulder in time to dodge aside.

"Oh!"

The ground was torn apart, and a tree root as thick as two adult men hugging each other appeared in front of everyone wrapped in soil soaked in red water.

There are a series of... corpses on the roots!

There were so many bones that even the midday sun couldn't dispel the biting chill, and the blood in his body seemed to be frozen.

The bones of the dead are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles.It is probably the scene in front of you.

From the pile of white bones, one can tell that they are all women's bones, each in a different posture, and what sins they must have suffered during their lifetime.

The tree roots seemed to be given life, mechanically shaking off the bones stuck to the roots.

These white bones that touched the ground seemed to come alive in an instant, and they began to find their own bones and slowly piece them together.

One, two, three...

In an instant, dozens of corpses have been pieced together by themselves, and they are already looking for their own faces in the air.

The weirdness of the scene is unbearable to look at directly.

"Brother Wenqing." Song Jihua swallowed hard while holding the sword.

Ye Wenqing put his index finger to his lips and made a silent gesture towards him, his eyes were fixed on these skeletons.

Wrapped in talisman paper, Qingshuang sneaked into the group of corpses silently, and alternating yellow and blue lights appeared one after another.

But those skeletons who were looking for their own faces remained indifferent.

Ye Wenqing frowned, and was about to recall Qingshuang, but felt a heavy object hit his left shoulder, staggered and knelt on the ground.

"Brother!" Feng Lianchen's worried voice came.

Ye Wenqing turned his head, and saw a large skeleton with red lights shining in its hollow eye sockets, and a "scaring" sound from its mouth, which seemed to be mocking and threatening.

This is probably the boss of these skeletons.

The skeleton grinned, revealing mossy mottled teeth. Its movements were very agile, and its two arms with distinct bones directly attacked Ye Wenqing.

Ye Wenqing immediately covered Qingshuang across his chest, and kicked towards the skull's abdomen.

Following the movement of this skeleton, the other skeletons all stopped and began to surround the three of them in an arc shape.

The air was filled with black mist, with a pungent stench.

The bright sun outside was completely covered by the black mist, and the light disappeared completely.

"They have attracted the spirits from this mountain!" Song Jihua swung his sword and chopped off several skeletons around him, with a serious expression on his face.

The stern laughter echoed infinitely in the empty valley.

Ye Wenqing walked around the skeleton beside him, threw a few talisman papers, and saw the movements of Feng Lianchen's men.With a chill in his heart, he quickly raised his foot and grabbed his wrist to pull him to his side. He met those red eyes and touched the worry that had not yet faded away, and he couldn't help but hooked his lips. He raised his hand to touch his head, and said softly, "Junior brother, I'm fine."

Feng Lianchen's tense nerves slowly relaxed, his eyes gradually cleared up, and he held Ye Wenqing back: "Senior brother!"

Ye Wenqing leaned over and whispered in his ear: "There are outsiders here, so please restrain yourself. Don't be afraid if I'm here, it's fine."

Feng Lianchen lowered his head. He just saw the skeleton that wanted to sneak attack Ye Wenqing. He couldn't help but wanted to help. He thought Ye Wenqing wouldn't be able to find it, but he was seen anyway.

"If you dare to act recklessly again, don't expect me to talk to you in the future." Ye Wenqing couldn't point it out anymore, so he could only threaten with feigned anger.

"Okay." Feng Lianchen said in a muffled voice, "As long as senior brother is fine." His bottom line is that Ye Wenqing is the only one. As long as Ye Wenqing is fine, he can control himself not to make a move.

"Okay." Ye Wenqing agreed, "Then you follow me and don't run around."

Feng Lianchen slowly pulled Ye Wenqing's sleeve, nodded slowly: "Okay."

The two brothers looked at each other and smiled.

Song Jihua was forced by the skeleton to climb up the crumbling tree trunk, his breath was a little unsteady, he looked up and saw the two brothers chatting unhurriedly, he was very helpless for a while: "Brother Wenqing, what's the matter after we go back?" Can't you say no more?"

Ye Wenqing blocked Feng Lianchen behind him, raised his sword and stepped forward to help Song Jihua get rid of the skeletons surrounding him, and raised his chin at him: "I can't help it, I really like my junior brother so much, I just have to keep him by my side Just be firmer."

Song Jihua: "...Why haven't I seen you love him so much before?"

Ye Wenqing: "So now we need to be more loving!"

Song Jihua: "..."

Song Jihua looked up at the sky, um...it was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.

"Okay, come down." Ye Wenqing said, raising his sleeves to form a barrier to keep the skeletons out.

Song Jihua let out a long sigh of relief, moved his sore legs, and then jumped down from the tree with confidence. He stretched out his hand to pat Ye Wenqing's shoulder, but when he stretched out his hand in midair, he was caught by Feng Lianchen's cold gaze. Got to freeze.

Ye Wenqing turned around at the right time, looked at Song Jihua's hands that were frozen in mid-air, and asked narrowly, "What? Are you imitating them?"

Ye Wenqing pointed to the skeleton with teeth and claws outside the barrier while talking: "Don't say, if you don't have this skin, you should be able to compare with them."

Song Jihua: "..."

Listen!Does this speak human words?

Song Jihua withdrew his hand embarrassingly, and tried hard to force a smile, but he couldn't, so he simply gave up.

"Brother Wen Qing, can you think of any good way to deal with them?" Song Jihua took a deep breath and changed the subject abruptly.

"I didn't expect that." Ye Wenqing spread his hands, "I don't know what kind of shit luck it is, to provoke all these evil things."

"Brother Song." Ye Wenqing paused, looking at Song Jihua seriously.

"Why, what's the matter?" Song Jihua felt terrified when he saw him, wondering if something serious had happened.

"Arrange your clothes." Ye Wenqing continued, with disdain in his words, "The clothes are crooked, it's weird to see."

The corner of Song Jihua's mouth twitched fiercely, he couldn't take it anymore, and secretly scolded Ye Wenqing for doing too much shit, but he still lowered his head and straightened his clothes.

"Oops!"

Song Jihua hadn't finished tidying up his clothes when he heard Ye Wenqing's exclamation, and then his collar tightened, and he was dragged into the air.