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Chapter 37
As soon as the sun sank, Lu Ge stood up. He seemed to habitually raise his hand, but the serpent on his side responded. Lu Ge stunned, curled up his fingers a little lonely, and then he leaned over and picked it up With his own weapon, he stepped onto the mountain gate level.
When he moved, the gatekeeper on duty didn't need to call, and all followed in twos and threes.
The other people who had no task were basically drunk, and some of them were sober. They staggered and started a fire on the spot. They picked up the litters one by one and threw them into the cave to avoid the wind. The adults must be accustomed to drinking and drinking, and they are not afraid of going out and sleeping. They are so drunk that they lie on the spot, and they fall asleep holding the wine jar. Chu Huan is very envious.
He lay on his back on the grass with a stalk of grass in his mouth.
The night sky here cannot find the Big Dipper, the North Pole, nor the "golden belt" of Orion in the southern sky. There are only a large number of disorderly and unrecognizable stars.
Chu Huan didn't know what season it was, and there was no signal on his glasses, and even the compass lost its function.
But Galaxy is still very brilliant.
Chu Huan felt that he might be too narrow-minded, and a feather in his heart could make him toss and turn. Therefore, he had to admit that no matter how ambitious he was when he was young, his nature was not someone who could do great things.
Someone sat next to him, Chu Huan thought it was Nan Shan at first, and turned his head expectantly, but saw the old goat face of the elder, and he suddenly fell from a dream to a nightmare.
The elder drooped the corners of his eyes and mouth, and sat next to him with a look of debt collection, as if he would be asked to sign and sell himself to repay the debt in the next moment.
Chu Huan frightened and supported the ground with one hand, half-sit up, and asked in a low voice: "What advice do you always have?"
The elder stared at him, took an object from his arms, raised his hand and threw it on him.
It was a rope woven into a strand with fine techniques, but it was a long time ago. Chu Huan could only vaguely judge from the different shades of black that it has had colorful youth years.
There is a...
walnut?
Chu Huan squeezed it in his hand and looked at it hesitantly for a moment, feeling that he was only ignorant, and he really couldn't see who the name of this rare object was, but it seemed a bit small as a walnut.
It is no more than two centimeters in diameter, it is perfectly round, and the surface is full of gully. It has a layer of grout, so red that it is crystal clear, if it weren't for the light weight, it almost looks like agate.
Chu Huan asked: "This is..."
Elderly: "This is a holy artifact handed down from my family."
Heirlooms can be so shabby.
The elder added: "The mountain guards have two sacred objects, one is the patriarch's scepter, and the other is it. It is the sacred fire of our race recorded in the holy book. It is said that when the sacred fire burns, all those who are destroyed can reborn."
Chu Huan didn't understand, he turned the "walnut" in his hand upside down and looked at it for a long time. He didn't find out why, he frowned and said, "That should also be called a burning thing, how can it be called a fire? Is the holy book reliable?"
The elder blew his beard and grabbed the walnut with a stare, and slapped his hand at Chu Huan: "Fire!"
Chu Huan took out the lighter from his pocket, pressed it and handed it to him with a "click": "How can I order the holy thing casually..."
Chu Huan was stunned when the word "dot" declined.
The elder put the "walnut" on the fire and was quickly enveloped by the flame of the lighter. Then the flame was sucked in by the "walnut" bit by bit, and the round little thing became more and more red.
Chu Huan removed the lighter in disbelief and reached out to touch it. The tentacles were as cold as water, condensing the simplicity and strangeness lost in time.
The elder gave a weird laugh, and shook the "walnut" in front of Chu Huan like a dogfight, and said in a weird manner: "You are capable, you have the ability, you know everything."
Chu Huan was speechless, and quickly curbed the arrogance that he accidentally leaked: "Then what do you mean by showing this to me?"
"Let you hold it." The elder threw the walnut into his arms again, "Since you are the person on the holy book, you can hold it. Maybe you can find the opportunity to burn the holy fire."
Chu Huan squeezed the little walnut for a moment, and then sighed suddenly: "Elder, are you afraid that your holy book is old and confused? You are not afraid to give me such an important holy thing, I will be like it. Is it the same as one person? I haven't even given you a word of promise."
The elder tapped his mouth, tapped his leg with a cane, and said casually: "If the holy book says fate, then we are powerless to resist. If the holy book is just nonsense, then we will even worship it. It's no use coming. Who has seen the holy book? After so many years, the stone has been leveled, and it is all word of mouth, no one knows whether it is true or not? You...what do you call this? What is it? "
Chu Huan: "Nothing is illusory."
"Oh, it's a vain thing." The elder glanced at Chu Huan, "No wonder the patriarch assured me that you are different from the last one. I think he is right. You are much stupid than the last one."
Chu Huan suddenly realized that there were only two paths before him, one was to go with the flow and the other was to find trouble.
But he could not always let the flow go like an elderly man with gray hair and beard, so he had to worry about himself with all his energy.
The old goat patted his butt and left after taunting. Chu Huan compared the walnut on his neck. Even though he is not a habit of cleanliness, he is concerned about this stuff—this one has been touched by countless people in his arms. The things-hanging on yourself, it is still a bit unacceptable.
So he silently got up to find a water source, turned the rope over and washed it three times, and then hung it on his neck with disgust.
Before dawn, Chu Huan closed his eyes and rested for a while, then got up and started moving around the forest.
When passing a dense forest near the mountain gate, Chu Huan suddenly heard a "shoo" behind him. He instinctively threw himself forward, his shoulders touched the ground to relieve his strength, and he rolled neatly, hiding himself in a large tree. Behind the tree.
I saw a small stone on the ground, hitting his footprints.
Chu Huan: "Yuan Ping?"
Yuan Ping's cold voice came from the forest: "Just now if I have a gun in my hand, your head is already a rotten watermelon, what's the matter with you?"
Chu Huan's eyes suddenly darkened.
Although he knew that he was not in peak state, this was the first time someone pointed it out mercilessly in front of him.
As Yuan Ping spoke, he moved quickly through the forest.
Chu Huan didn't move, he leaned back against the tree trunk, half-kneeled on the ground, listening intently.
Suddenly, Chu Huan pulled out a short knife from his trouser legs and slammed it over his head in a swift manner. He heard a "choking" sound, and Chu Huan held Yuan Ping from top to bottom with a sound of scorching metal. The knife came down, but immediately, he felt that his arm strength was unsustainable.
Chu Huan gritted his teeth and lifted his shoulders, took off Yuan Ping's knife sideways, and leaned back to one side.
Then he supported himself with his elbow and stood up.
Yuan Ping confronted him indifferently from a meter away.
The muscles of Chu Huan's arm holding the dagger twitched unconsciously.
"My strength and sensitivity are indeed stronger than before." Yuan Ping said expressionlessly, "but there is definitely not such a big gap, Chu Huan, what have you been doing these years?"
If someone asked this question half a year ago, Chu Huan would probably not touch him.
At that time, he was living in a retirement house. Maybe in the future, he would find a slack job in the society who didn't make much money, and one day he would end up with himself to death, or he would be utterly confused and end his lackluster life in aging and boredom.
If not for the two ghosts re-entry.
If it hadn't been for him, he would let go.
if not……
But now he has to take Yuan Ping out again no matter what, no matter what, he can't bear to stand by and let Nan Shan face this kind of world.
The duty of silence is like a whip, pulling out a little bit of spirit hidden in his muddy life.
Therefore, Chu Huan did not respond to the opponent's provocation. He just stretched out his finger and pressed his arm, retracted the short knife, withdrew the military stab, and said in a deep voice, "Come again."
When the sky began to lighten and the people of the tribe got up to sober up, Chu Huan was already sweating profusely.
Yuan Ping is basically as true as Nan Shan. Even in drills, he can also create a life-and-death effect. Two people each created multiple sharp weapon scratches on each other.
Chu Huan was a bit more miserable. First, he didn't have the ability to quickly heal himself, and second, there was a stab wound on the side of his neck.
Yuan Ping's subordinates showed no mercy and replaced him with someone else, and it is estimated that he would be able to splash three feet of blood on the spot.
When the mountain guards were about to set off, Nan Shan, who had mysteriously disappeared all night, reappeared.
In just one day and one night, he seemed to have become a lot silent. Nan Shan was originally young and pure, like a bright and eye-catching new red sandalwood material, but overnight, it seemed to be polished by something. Converging and heavy shell.
Little Fang was familiar with leading the way. It was obviously not the first time they had acted like this.
Suddenly, Nan Shan clasped Chu Huan's shoulders, opened his collar solemnly, and revealed the dangerous scar: "What's the matter?"
Chu Huan wanted to prevaricate, but at this moment, Yuan Ping glanced back at him triumphantly. Chu Huan's normal and straightforward thinking suddenly flickered and turned into a fork in the road. He stretched out his hand and pointed to Yuan Ping: "He scratched it."
Yuan Ping's expression suddenly changed from triumphant to shocked, and he looked at Chu Huan who was complaining almost dumbfounded, as if he could not believe that he could just say it.
Nan Shan also stayed for a while.
Nan Shan actually asked him knowingly. He saw the traces of the knife wound at a glance, and immediately guessed it. Although he still couldn't help but ask, he had already done it in his heart and was fooled by Chu Huan. Prepare-it's like someone knows that the water will be stopped for a day at home, but still can't help turning on the faucet and waiting.
However, he did not expect that the water would come ahead of time without saying any greetings.
Chu Huan pulled back his collar and adjusted it, and said with a smile: "His paws are not poisonous. It is better to be scratched by him than by some crazy dog, right?"
Nan Shan frowned, glanced at Yuan Ping with a warning, and stopped questioning.
Yuan Ping suddenly felt strange, especially Chu Huan's later explanation, which always made him feel as if he was looking for something to make up.
This situation and the scene are so familiar, Yuan Ping vaguely remembered where he had seen him. He walked this way with one heart and two minds. While alerting the surrounding environment at any time, he thought about what Chu Huan just now did.
Yuan Ping is not the kind of person who is very careful and doesn't usually pay attention to the details of life. However, at this time, his sixth sense sent a sharp alarm to him, reminding him that something was wrong like a throat.
On the mountain road, Yuan Ping's footsteps suddenly stopped, he remembered!
He remembers that Chu Huan has always been a particularly capable person, like a peacock with an open screen, showing in all directions at all times. From childhood to adulthood, only a person like himself can see through the sordid bald hair behind him. butt. Chu Huan would rather hide it in his crotch than let people know about the indecent things like losing a ball, smashing a test, or fighting.
There is only one exception-that is, every time Chu Huan fights with himself, he will sway in front of Lu Lu intentionally or unintentionally, and implicitly complain about something, and use the goddess’ sympathy despicably in order to achieve coquetry and smear The opponent's dual purpose.
The club walking behind Yuan Ping saw his footsteps suddenly stop, and asked in confusion, "Brother gatekeeper, what's wrong with you?"
Yuan Ping alive cleaned up his face of collapse, and shook his head dullly.
However, his inner world has been startled by a crazy thought with the shock of the mountain whistling and tsunami——
The guardian patriarch is equal to Lu Lu?
So the shameless Peacock Chu is chasing the gatekeeper patriarch?
But... But no matter how soft the hair is, that's a guy who wants nothing!
He just went out and died. When he came back, Chu Huan had become a gay guy?
How could this cruel world become so turbulent?
In his complex psychological activities, everyone has already approached the valley hinterland.
In order to prevent being detected by all kinds of sensitive monsters, when they shuttled through the mountain road, they always tried their best to go against the wind. At this moment, the little Fang who led the way suddenly raised his hand and blocked everyone's path: "Hush-- listen."
They hid behind the mountain wall, pricked their ears, and heard muffled voices in the wind. It's a flat movie.
Nan Shan winked at Little Fang, and Little Fang jumped up, climbed up from the boulder like a big monkey, lay on the height carefully, and lifted a few rocks gently.
He only glanced at it, and his face changed.
In the hinterland, there are mountains and plains of flat people and "mad dogs" Mutai gathered here. There is a circle of guards around the realm. In the middle are the old, weak, sick and disabled. It looks like a group of large-scale deserters. In the battle that night, Little Fang suspected that they might be of the same race as the flat people who came to encircle the mountain, and were waiting for news.
Little Fang reported the news quickly, and Nan Shan made a decisive decision: "Detour, don't disturb them."
Everyone held their breath and focused.
In order to get around this hinterland, they had to walk in the direction of the river.
The huge sound of water soon filled people's eardrums, and the water flow was so rushing that foam splashed. Chu Huan was worried about how they should cross the river, but found that he was thinking too much--the river is probably even more uneven.
They found the body of a Mutai near the river.
Dashan: "Patriarch, can you drag it back and have a look?"
Nan Shan raised his hand and pressed: "Don't act rashly. Mutai rarely moves alone. If there are no other corpses, he might be dragged away and eaten."
Chu Huan adjusted his glasses and turned on the telescope mode-this still works, he took off his glasses and handed it to Nan Shan: "Use this."
Except for Yuan Ping, the people of the other tribes used this golden object with all kinds of exaggeration and caution, and asked Chu Huan wonderingly whether they would faint when walking with this thing all the year round.
Just when they wanted to study further, the research project was brutally stopped by the patriarch, and Nan Shan sternly took back his glasses and handed them to Chu Huan: "Go back and talk about it, don't waste time."
The tribesmen had to suppress their curiosity, whispered for a while, and reached a common conclusion.
It was still a term that Chu Huan didn't understand, but he didn't want to pass it by at this time. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Yuan Ping: "Hey, are they talking about a mutant crocodile."
Yuan Ping rowed away his hands impatiently: "If you know it, don't know how to force it. Your crocodile looks like that? It's called'Sound beast'. It is very aggressive and resistant to blows. The most dangerous thing is to return. Can make sonic attacks."
... It really was the kind of "mutated crocodile" he had encountered.
Chu Huan swept away the negative state that he could understand and pretended not to understand before, and silently recited the Liyi pronunciation of Sound beast, and then repeated it to Yuan Ping again, humbly asking: "Is that so?"
Yuan Ping spared no effort to shame him and said: "You are so talented in language, you are about to catch up with the gorillas."
Chu Huan had no different expressions on his face, neither quarreled with him nor refuted, but carefully corrected his pronunciation.
In order to learn a bit of the language of the Liyi Clan, he could even bear Yuan Ping's bitterness.
Chu Huan’s abnormal humiliation made Yuan Ping murmur another moment in his heart. He glanced suspiciously at Chu Huan and then at Nan Shan, and he trembled and thought: "What is he doing so seriously? Really gay, right?"
Just when he was unsure, Nan Shan came over. I don't know if it was Yuan Ping's illusion. He suddenly felt a certain pressure from the friendly and handsome guardian patriarch.
Yuan Ping immediately made an instinctive dodge action, and he jumped up from where he was: "I...I will go to that, to explore the way by the water."
Nan Shan smiled at him and nodded: "Okay, be careful."
Yuan Ping immediately clambered towards the river and approached him, while walking, and confusedly wondering-why should I hide?
With full of doubt and depression, he came to the river by the mountains and rocks, and saw the corpse of Mutai from close range-its lower body was missing, revealing the horrible bones under the carapace. His big mouth was open, and his chest sank strangely, as if bones and internal organs had been shattered under the hard ground.
Yuan Ping had an ominous premonition at the time. At this time, he saw Chu Huan gesturing at him from a distance-there were three in the river behind him at three o'clock, and he couldn't deal with it. Come back quickly!
Yuan Ping put his middle finger up at him, not in a head-on confrontation, he didn't put the three sound beasts in his eyes.
He leaned sideways and poked his head out from behind the huge boulder that covered him. The rising and falling river water washed the rocks very smoothly. Yuan Ping stretched his neck and took a breath.
I saw that it was not an ordinary "Sound beast". It was at least the size of the giant snake that Lu Ge had raised before. Three side by side, as if a group of prehistoric Tyrannosaurus rex squad, immobile like a mountain. Coming out of the river, the darkness was crushed like a row of moving hills.
Yuan Ping: "..."
He turned his head frantically to make a retreat gesture at Chu Huan, and then got into the stone forest by the river like a snake.
This is not as high as anyone’s knees when I stand up. What a fuck, don’t run!