Of Mountains and Rivers

When Yuan Ping waved his hand, the half-foot-long flames on the blade flew around with his movements of opening and closing. Although the vines were afraid of fire, they still surrounded him eagerly. revenge back.

Yuan Ping put down the mountain, protected him within the range of the long knife, and stretched out his arm to the club: "Brother, give me your hand!"

But it was too late.

His pitifully small amount of alcohol burned too fast, like a cluster of fleeting fireworks, and soon there was only a wisp of green smoke left, and the vines that were pushed back by him immediately came back everywhere, crazy Fighting back, the huge cane pushed away the knife in front of him, and the back of the knife hit his own chest heavily. Yuan Ping choked in his throat, and retreated three or four steps, his chest was suddenly bruised.

He raised his head in severe pain, and saw the tide-like rattan rolling towards him, piercing the chest of the mallet in an instant, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Yuan Ping's cheeks turned cold, as if blood splashed on it, his eyes were about to burst, and those murderous vines blocked the road in front of him in an instant, and he couldn't even see the shadow of the stick.

...It was vaguely just the person who was distorted and deformed by the strange force of rattan. There were thousands of thorny rattan on his chest, which violently drew a three-foot-deep silhouette on Yuan Ping's heart.

The real name of Bangchui is "hard pillar", which is quite similar to Chu Huan's "Huan".Both of their names sound upright, but they both have crooked looks, and each has its own peculiarities.

He doesn't know how to count, but he is very good at counting. He has a son who is very good at getting into trouble. He was born in a tree hole, and he always talks about it shamelessly. ...

Da Shan desperately rushed towards the insidious and cruel rattan wall, his palms groping around did not know how to dodge, and were soon scraped bloody by the sharp thorns on the rattan.

Yuan Ping stopped him while struggling among the ferocious plants with one hand.

He felt so overwhelmed that he barely had time to stop and mourn, and his chest was about to explode.

While Dashan was crying, Bangchui didn't respond again.

Under the guidance of that heartbeat, Chu Huan had already walked a long way unknowingly.

When he noticed it, he found that one of his feet was already in the water.Chu Huan didn't know if he had a fever. Although he stood in the icy river, his body seemed to be getting hotter and hotter. After hearing, he seemed to have lost his sense of direction in the vines covering the sky and the sun.

Chu Huan's tympanic membrane hurt badly, as if it was about to be pierced by the thunderous heartbeat.

He realized that he had reached the "dark under the lamp" place for the dead flower, near the root of the thing, even the thinnest vines were as thick as a human leg, and their long tips could reach the far shore , but it is not convenient to turn back to the roots of the tree.

Standing in the water, Chu Huan saw the vines surging in vain and frantically—he was almost at the dead end of the vines' attack.

In the dark, the beating heartbeat led him here safely. Chu Huan couldn't help reaching out and touching the little "walnut" on his chest. The walnut glowed bright red, but it was strangely not Dazzling, like a ball of fire, coming out from between his fingers, Chu Huan couldn't help muttering: "Is this really a holy object?"

He cautiously waded through the water, walking towards the root of the dead flower, thinking about how to kill it while walking, but the first thing that caught his sight was not the ugly root of the dead flower buried under the water, but a shocking scene. The bones of the dead.

The few skeletons exposed outside the dead flowers turned out to be just the tip of the iceberg, and this is the dungeon of corpses—I saw that the bones stored here were of all races, and they were originally of different shapes and sizes. , but were uniformly bent into the same shape by the rattan, Chu Huan looked around, and saw a large piece of white bones that were only half the height of a person, each of them was as thin as a piece of paper, hanging in a row, and the skull was flattened and distorted , with black eye sockets, a broken jaw... and a black mouth on his face.

Same across species.

The vines full of white flowers connect them together, hanging leisurely on the water, like a circle of clothes hanging on a rope.

The surface of the bone is still covered with a layer of faint phosphorescence. At first glance, it looks like a circle of strange green hairs.

Like a group of green-haired monkeys silent in the dark.

Green hair... monkey?

Chu Huan shivered fiercely. He didn't know why this idea came to his mind, but when the word "monkey" flashed past his mind, he suddenly felt like he hit something by mistake. Enjoyment.

Even Nanshan has never seen a real phantom monkey. Staring at the group of bones, Chu Huan suddenly came up with an incredible guess - if the phantom monkey is not a living thing, nor a dead thing... Is it possible... Maybe the phantom monkey Monkeys are not monkeys at all, but these skeletons that live in symbiosis with plants and have been transformed into monkeys?

Just as he was in a daze, Chu Huan suddenly heard the sound of children or small animals playing not far away. The sound was like water waves, from far to near, from small to large, rushing towards him from all directions , soon filled his ears.

Chu Huan didn't act rashly, he knew that if his guess was right, then he was probably the person closest to the hallucinogenic substance, and what he saw, heard, and felt might all be false.

Nanshan said that "phantom monkeys" can't smell. After thinking about it, Chu Huan bent down with some difficulty, cut off his trouser legs, and tore them into two pieces. Dry cloth on water.

Chu Huan covered the wet part outside and the dry part on his nose to avoid direct contact with the unknown river water. Then he closed his eyes, stood still, and held his breath for a long time until the laughing hallucination Finally gradually dispersed.

Only then did Chu Huan re-examine the core of the dead flower.

At this time, I don’t know if it was out of self-comfort, Chu Huan felt that his facial features were finally clearer, and the heartbeat that had been following him was gone. Chu Huan saw the huge roots of the plants taking root at the bottom of the water, like a ferocious water monster .

Holding the short knife, Chu Huan slowly approached the group of bones, and looked at the "green-haired monkey" for a moment. He looked at the deep eye sockets of the bones, and for a moment, he had a doubt in his heart—this pile of broken bones is really legendary. The phantom monkey?

This kind of unreasonable suspicion caused Chu Huan to frown, and he took some of the rags in his hand slightly by accident, and a strange smell suddenly rushed into his nostrils - it seemed to be fishy, ​​and there was a strange smell in it The sweet fragrance is sticky and seductive. After taking a sip, Chu Huan felt that his bones were crisp, like the warm fragrance of a lover in the bed curtain, and the light fishy smell contained in the sweetness was even more so. It leaves people with just the right reverie... When he was distracted, he felt that there was still a little sweet-scented osmanthus smell in it.

Chu Huan bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and covered his nose again with a hand that wanted to suffocate himself - if he didn't cover it again, his nose would really bleed.

What that scent brought was not physical restlessness, but some kind of strong psychological suggestion. Chu Huan realized that if this continues, he will construct hallucinations along his own heart, as if Nanshan just said " The three words "phantom monkey" have been automatically substituted into the image of a monkey with just an invisible shadow.

The lighter was not on him, Chu Huan thought for a while, raised his short knife, and slashed at the bone closest to him. It was a flat human skeleton, pulled by countless thin wires, like a puppet. Huan cut off half of it, and the skeleton naturally lost its balance. It wobbled from side to side, creating the most bizarre convulsion in the world, and even the lingering teeth on the skeleton were chattering "giggling". It seems that the bones are alive, not to mention how scary.

Chu Huan felt troubled when he saw it, and he cut off all the filaments on the skeleton with a few blows like lightning, and the skeleton fell into the water with a "plop".

Chu Huan was taken aback—the skeleton here is actually instant, melting in water, and quickly dyed a small area of ​​water green.

He knew in his heart that he couldn't go back when he came here, no matter whether these green things were poisonous or not, he could only go forward.Chu Huan was not sloppy, and after clearing his direction, he cleaned up a large area of ​​bones in a row, and the water under his feet became greener and greener. In the end, the green was so thick that it was almost black.

Chu Huan felt that he was soaked in a large piece of rape soup.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of people wading into the water behind him, Chu Huan turned his head warily, and saw Nanshan in the same rags at a glance.

Nanshan's hair was already tangled into a ball, covering half of his face, and there were several bloodstains on his chest that were pulled out by the spiky rattan, which looked quite shocking.

Chu Huan was taken aback: "Don't come here! There is..."

Unexpectedly, as soon as Nanshan saw him, he immediately ignored everything and ran towards Chu Huan without saying a word. His curly long hair was caught by the rattan, and Nanshan didn't even look at it, so he raised his hand and pulled it away. Break, as if you don't know the pain, just blindly eager.

He tripped over something, staggered suddenly, and almost fell into the water. Chu Huan was so frightened that he didn't have a heart attack, so he hurriedly took a step forward, and grabbed the man in his hands.

The water under his feet was black and green, but Chu Huan's face was greener than the water. When he lowered his head, he felt frightened. He simply bent down and hugged Nanshan out of the water.

Nanshan has broad shoulders and narrow waist, which can be said to be what he wants, of course he is not a man, but Chu Huan doesn't know whether he cares about chaos or something, he just feels that the weight in his hand is unexpectedly light.

It was the first time he got angry at Nanshan, and he yelled at people angrily: "I told you not to come over, can't you fucking hear me?!"

Nanshan just silently hugged him tightly and didn't speak.

At this time, Chu Huan smelled a sweet scent with a fishy smell. The scent was greasy at first, but was gradually overwhelmed by the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus mixed with the smell of green grass on Nanshan. Only then did Chu Huan realize that he was anxious. I don't know where the rag in my hand fell.

The vigilance suddenly arose in his heart, but before it took shape, the person in his arms stretched out his hands and wrapped them around his neck.

Nanshan slightly showed the tip of his tongue, and licked his chest lightly.

Chu Huan was agitated and subconsciously wanted to refuse, but Nanshan raised his head and looked at him deeply.

As soon as Chu Huan saw his eyes, he forgot everything on the spot. He knew in his heart that the occasion was wrong.Chu Huan let the person in his arms bite his collarbone sideways, nibbled on it finely, and Nanshan's cold limbs that had just been fished out of the water wrapped around him like snakes.

Chu Huanming knew something was wrong, but he just couldn't resist it. He seemed to be suffering from skin hunger and thirst. Every inch of skin contact was like rain after a long drought, which could arouse his most instinctive desire.

Nanshan stretched out his finger, slowly rubbed against his lips, and then leaned closer...

At this moment, Chu Huan suddenly felt a sharp burning pain in his chest, as if someone had beat his chest hard with a red-hot iron.

Chu Huan couldn't stand firmly on the spot, and even took a few steps back, his internal organs rolled over, he turned his head, and vomited a mouthful of blood on the spot.

I saw that the blood melted into the water, strands of it turned black.

Chu Huan's chest was extremely hot at first, then spit out a mouthful of blood, and then turned extremely cold - it was a chill coming from his bones, and he shivered subconsciously.

The lingering scent of sweet-scented osmanthus dissipated quickly. Looking at it again, the hand that "Nanshan" curled up on his chest was clearly a deformed hand bone.

Chu Huan: "Fuck me!"

In this way, he jumps directly from confusion to hairs standing on end without excessive, and the adrenaline level goes straight up and down like a roller coaster - there is no such thing as Nanshan here, what he holds in his arms is obviously a deformed skeleton.

That bone had a dead flower in its mouth that could not be tasted, and it was sending it to his mouth with a smile.

Chu Huan felt bad all over, and he pressed the bone into the water until he watched it melt into a bowl of spinach soup, and his heart rate still hadn't stabilized.

Chu Huan felt that in his life, although he couldn't do all things in vain, the "noble and glamorous" airs were still properly maintained. He never expected that one day he would be dissatisfied with his desires and fall into the situation of being seduced by sex... I was almost seduced by a pink skeleton, so it's really unnecessary to spread the word!

Chu Huan held his breath, moved the hand holding the knife handle slightly, and the joints made a "clack" movement.

Like a cat whose tail has been trampled on, he was completely irritated by the dead flowers and bones. He performed supernaturally efficiently, wading through the bone forest extremely ferociously, cleaning up wherever he went.

As his movements became more and more aggressive, Wusihua became more and more agitated. Just when Chu Huan stepped on the last skull in front of him into the water, Wusihua probably couldn't bear it anymore, and decided to sit on his butt to death, who was about to get into it Heart bug.

It turned over as if breaking its meridian, and the thick rattan retreated awkwardly, trying to push Chu Huan into the water at all costs.

The mouth and nose are connected, so it is not good to enter the water.

Chu Huan shuddered when he thought of those bones that had broken his legs alive. He would rather die carrying those vines and be pierced by thousands of arrows than sink into the water and swim in a straight line at a constant speed like those fishes until he died.

Fortunately, this plant is too huge for a person's height. After all, the tail is too big to fall off, and the turnover is not good. Chu Huan only followed a gap, and nimbly rushed sideways to the root of the dead flower.

The big rattan chased after him like the autumn wind was sweeping the fallen leaves. Without looking back, Chu Huan drew out his short knife and wedged it fiercely into the root of the dead flower. The gurgling juice burst out like a spring, sticky like a branch, Also like oil.

The rattan trembled violently, and it set off huge waves in the river like crazy. A big rattan broke itself alive in order to wrap up on Chu Huan.

Those long and short spikes strangled into Chu Huan's body all at once, with the force to crush him, Chu Huan clung to the handle of the knife tightly, like a tarsus maggot in vain. There was a huge gash in the root of the tree.

At this moment, Chu Huan suddenly heard Yuan Ping's voice: "Catch it!"

Immediately afterwards, an arrow almost brushed his face and shot into the root of Wusihua, and Wusihua trembled again. Chu Huan saw that his high-quality lighter was hanging on the tail feather of the arrow.

Chu Huan seemed to have lost his sense of pain. He wrestled his wrist with the rattan in a saw-saw manner, and raised one hand with difficulty for a long time. It was not until his teeth were almost chewed to pieces and the tip of his tongue was full of blood, that he finally reached for the lighter. , Bean-sized sparks flickered in the ghostly river water, and Chu Huan slammed the lighter on the oily resin emerging from the roots of the tree.

He decided to take a gamble—the thing was combustible.

This time he gambled right, and his life should not be lost.

Wu Sihua let out an earth-shattering roar, and Chu Huan felt that he was suddenly lifted by more than ten meters.

The fire he set was out of control like a prairie fire, and the tongue of greed swept everything around him.

The whole dead flower was turned upside down, and Chu Huan finally caught a glimpse of the sky for the last time.

The root of the rattan that wrapped him was half burnt, lost its vitality, and could no longer support the weight of an adult body. Chu Huan fell down in the air, but he still held the rattan tightly with his last strength. a short knife.

Chu Huan thought, if he fell into the water, then he would stab himself and splatter three feet of blood on the spot, which would be better than turning into a "phantom monkey".

He has no other ambitions, he just wants to be a human being when he is alive, and a normal dead person after death.

However, he did not plunge into the water, Nanshan caught him again.

Chu Huan saw that this Nanshan seemed to be in a worse mess than the one just now. Not only was he embarrassed, but his eyes were red, and there seemed to be a fire in his eyes. Nanshan hugged him and quickly passed through the burning vines and roaring tree roots , the body is warm and firm, not as sticky as a snake, nor so cold and thin.

Chu Huan thought in a daze, "If you die under the peony flower, you will be a ghost..."

Before the word "fair flow" came out, he completely lost consciousness, and the knife in his hand slipped into the water with a "plop", causing ripples to splash everywhere.

The flames shot up into the sky, and he was covered in bloody flesh, his six roots were unclean.