The Immortal’s Poison

Ziye, riverbed, cemetery, yinsha, ruined temple, the horror atmosphere created by the hard work of several props, was suddenly dispersed by a group of benches running around, and the atmosphere became strange.

As soon as the bench appeared, it was like someone suddenly throwing a shot into the fish tank, swimming wildly under the ground to prepare for the endless shame of choosing people to eat, like a frightened school of fish, blasting away, no matter whether this group of people Wen Leyang, Not to mention not being a brother, he fell on the ground with his hands and feet, and was a little puzzled after standing up.

Only Wen Leyang can feel the murky movements in the underground. They are not disappointed, but the bloodthirsty piranhas have discovered a new and more delicious delicacy. They exploded and rushed towards the few. The bench swarmed away!

A small puppet was tied to the bench.

The rest of the dead fonts landed one after another, and Wen Leyang yelled, "Don't stop, the ancient temple!" He kept jumping under his feet, picking up the dark gaps in the ground and landing, attracting the last survivor, crazy Rushed to the ancient temple, another pair of dead fonts and parasites, accidentally stepped into the undercurrent of the evil, struggling to throw the parasites in his arms to Wen Wu said before he died, and he turned into a corpse.

The bench couldn't last too long. After chasing down the next frame, Yin Leyang and his party seized the last moment and ran towards the ancient temple!

The last bench also collapsed in an unpleasant hissing, and Yinsha gathered again to rush towards the survivors.

The broken temple is getting closer and closer, standing in the desolate moonlight.

After the first bench was swallowed, three or four more came out, but the movement was slower than the first batch, and the attraction to the corpse was much smaller. The corpse was scattered, and some chased the bench , While others simply chase the survivors.

Wen Leyang, after resisting several shocks of Yinsha in succession, turned the whole body up and down with blood and blood, unspeakable discomfort, and the breathing continued gradually, the pores on the body gradually loosened, and there was no more power to tighten, but the temple was broken. At a distance of three or five meters, but Yinsha is close at hand, maybe after the next blink, it can no longer be opened.

Yinsha converged into a torrent again, and it seemed that the survivors would be swallowed up. Seven or eight dark vines coiled out from the broken temple, quickly wrapped the few remaining people, and pulled them into the temple!

A dead font was just pulled up, and his body shook suddenly, and the pale gray and white climbed onto his body at the same time. There was a faint sigh in the temple, and Ito vomited and threw him on the ground ...

Wen Leyang fell heavily on the icy ground, the little chili pepper did not say nothing, and there was the last parasite, which fell across him beside him. There was a silent roar outside, and a shameful cold wind swept into the ancient temple in anger, but Yinsha never came in.

Finally survived, only five people.

Wen's eyes didn't open before opening, and his mouth opened first: "I'll tell you, I was strangled by Fujiko in the nightmare ..." He suddenly remembered that he was still entangled by Fujiko, and cried out. Jumping up, he hurriedly untied Fujiko.

Wen didn't say that he carefully laid the Luo family disciple in his arms and walked quickly to Wen Leyang, struggling to support him with Xiao Chili.

Wen Leyang took a few deep breaths, his whole body relaxed, and began to look around. The size of the broken temple was not small, but it was twisted strangely, just like when it was built, it was turned into plasticine by a terrible giant, and it was twisted hard. a bit.

Rows of thick torch candles hung by the wall, and could only barely illuminate the surroundings. Most of the five or six Miao people wrapped in green cloth stood or sat, and their faces were pale, there was no blood, and they gasped weakly.

A bright-eyed doll, about six or seven years old, who came to Wen Leyang with a face full of admiration. His accent is strange, but it is simple and clean, like fried beans: "Relax, it ’s okay, things outside. You ca n’t come in ... You ’re really big, those things are rushing towards you, you ’re still okay ... "Before finishing, he was caught by a Miao person behind him, not letting him approach Wen Leyang.

Little pepper fell into the temple, and he was relieved, but when he saw that there were green seedlings in front of him, he immediately became nervous, shouting hostility in his eyes, blocking Wen Leyang behind him.

An old man with green seedlings turned his back and spoke in Miao language for a long time.

Wen didn't do it and immediately went to Wen Leyang's whispered translator: "Handog is ruthless, you have to fight to save people when you are injured, and I don't know if they have attracted jackals."

Some weak laughter came from behind several young seedlings. A woman said in fluent Chinese: "Uncle, they understand the Miao language. They are a bit **** in this group of people."

The old Miaoren snorted without speaking.

Wen Leyang only saw at this time that a woman in her early forties leaned leaning on the pillar to guard a brazier that was about to go out, just behind the old man.

With the help of a tribe, the Miao girl barely stood up and smiled friendlyly at Wen Leyang and others: "Who are you?" The Miao girl's appearance is ordinary, nothing extraordinary, her eyes are not big, and her mouth is not small. , But with a sweet intimacy between smiles, Wen Leyang feels very comfortable.

Wan Bu didn't do something to Wen Leyang to signal him not to speak, diverging the topic and asking: "Are you sick? I'll see the sick ..."

Qiaomiao doll shook her head: "The Er Niang is not sick, it is to release those bamboo horses and dolls to save you and hurt your strength."

Wen Leyang only knew that the scientific name of the bench was Zhu Ma Kuang. If Xiao Yi was there, they would have been forbidden to shout and humiliate the bench.

Mu Mu hurriedly asked: "Those boards ... Zhu Ma Kuang, which ones were you put a few days ago?" Wen Leyang also pulled out the piece of blue cloth found from the body of a bee nest and handed it over. .

Qingmiao doll nodded proudly: "Of course it is us. Er Niang couldn't bear to watch you go to the mountain to die, so he sent Zhumao to warn you, but in the end you still pierced inside. On the third day, a swarm of bees had already stared at you. Er Niang has no choice but to give you a way out. "

Sancun Ding Wen said suddenly, "This is a shit! A deadly way to death ~ www.readwn.com ~ The last few brothers of the dead font are all here, except his brother has no heart and no lungs, Anyone will be sad.

The Miao girl shook her head, her mouth still had a faint sweet smile, and she didn't care about the three-inch sloppy words: "In the woods, no matter how you run, except for coming here, it's just a circle, you can't live. After entering the riverbed, always There is a glimmer of hope. "

Wen Leyang also understood that if the young people of this group wanted to harm them, they wouldn't have to spend so much money and just throw them in the graveyard. No matter what, they gave a smile to the Miao women: "How do you know we are here?" "

The smiles of Miao Nu and Wen Leyang set off against each other, making the atmosphere in the broken temple warm up a lot: "I will know if someone comes in. But I can only see it and I can't hear it." He said, spreading his hand towards the brazier Something, the green flame died out, and the light smoke at first glanced around, condensing into a simple landscape figure, which is the appearance of the jungle where Wen Leyang walked all the way. After a while, the light smoke gradually dissipated.

The Miao girl coughed weakly, her weight leaning on the shoulder of a sturdy woman beside her: "Now you can say, what the **** are you?"

Wen Leyang nodded: "The Wen Family of Jiuding Mountain in western Sichuan, Wen Leyang, a disciple in the inner room, sent the letter to the young dragon big dragon at the order of everyone."

Mu Mu also followed Wen Leyang's self-reported door: "Crowling in the South Sichuan, disciple of Luo family, Luo ... Luo ... disciple of interior."

Wen Leyang chuckled and smiled at Miss Luo Wangfu.

Qingmiao doll looked puzzled and stared at them brightly: "Your parents have written to me? I don't know them ~ www.readwn.com ~ Welcome readers to read, the latest, fastest and most The serialized works of fire are all in ~ www.readwn.com ~