C1 Meeting is not an accident

Sigh, moan, moan, " The culling song resounded in every corner of the desolate mountain.

The forty-nine ice-cold bells of the Underworld Banner rang in You'er's mind like a call for life. Old Yellow Dog's eyelids drooped as he watched Wandering Child skillfully remove the raw meat and bones with a small knife. The air was filled with the stench of earth corpses, and Wandering Child stuffed the peeled raw meat into a black cloth bag and hung it around Old Yellow's neck.

"My son!" The person who heard the miserable wail was heartbroken. Wandering by the river, she squatted down and focused on washing her hands to get the blood. The old yellow dog lay at her feet, watching the water soak her hand as pale as a corpse.

"Wu!" The old yellow dog suddenly stood up in alarm and tensed itself up towards the back, its shed tail sticking out. It wasn't very fierce, but it still had the appearance of a vicious dog.

Someone came. It was a man, shaking his head and supporting himself on the waist. He stretched out his tongue and gasped, "Hey, I'll talk."

"You Duan'er turned around and glanced at him, then raised her head and looked at the sun in the sky. Oh, that's right, today is cloudy." "What are you looking at?" The man raised his head as well. The sun was blocked by thick clouds. It was a rare cool day.

You Duan'er narrowed her eyes at him. "Is something the matter?" The man had his hands on his waist, he was so tired that he was panting. With a glance at the river, he felt smoke rising from his throat. "Let me drink some water first."

The river was cold, and the man was a rough man who had drunk his fill. The old yellow dog took two steps back to avoid the man's splashing water.

You Zou'er stared at him with interest. The man climbed up, the water in his hair flowing down his face, looking rather awkward. Lost, "the man said bluntly." Please show me the way. "

The old yellow dog snorted as if it was laughing at him. A strange smile appeared on the corners of You Zui's mouth as he asked, "Where are you going?" Where to? The man frowned as he thought about it for a long time. This was weird, but he still couldn't recall anything. Could it be that a river had flooded his brain? The man shook his head. He might be able to remember if he threw the water out.

You Duan'er patted Old Yellow's back and said, "Don't worry, slowly think about it. There are many people who lost their memories on this mountain." Hearing this, the man's temper flared. He waved his fist and said, "I'm Xuan Hong, the yellow hue of heaven and earth, the Hong Kong of the Hengtu River!"

You Duan'er was obviously not listening. She was hungry, so she had to eat something.

Xuan Hong felt that this woman was rather shameless. She had been staring at him for such a long time. You Duan'er seemed to be getting impatient, as he turned around and walked back. Xuan Hong quickly followed him.

He forgot where he was going, but remembered how many roads he had taken in this desolate place. All of them led to the underworld, and even if it wasn't a cliff, there were poisonous snakes and ferocious beasts. At the moment, this woman looked a bit sinister.

"You Duan'er looked back and saw him following her. He didn't say anything, just kept walking forward with his head covered." With a whoosh, black birds flew over their heads, screaming. Xuan Hong's eyebrows scrunched together. "There's something up ahead." He rubbed his nose and continued walking.

Xuan Hong was stunned. Not only was this woman shameless, she was even so reckless!

Miserable screams reverberated in the wilderness, incessantly causing one's heart to tremble.

You Duan'er quietly poked her head out from behind a big rock. Xuan Hong followed behind her and felt very embarrassed. "Can you not rush forward?" You Duan'er curled her lips and kicked him out.

"Who is it!" A man's voice was heard, and the sound of heavy footsteps got closer. Xuan Hong landed right behind another rock, covering his body. F * ck! Xuan Hong cursed in his heart. This bitch was about to kill him!

"Come out!" The man held a big machete and approached step by step. He had long since heard that this desolate mountain was full of evil and unclean things. Could it be that he had run into them so easily? Forget it, who the hell cares about thirty to seventy-two, let's cut him first! You Duan'er glanced at Xuan Hong, and with a 'chi chi' sound, she appeared before the man.

The bird would not be frightened by the wind. Looking at the corpse at his feet, he truly understood the reason.

There were five living people and four dead people. It was obvious that there had been a fierce battle here.

Her blood-stained hands rubbed against her face. The rough yet wet touch brought about a disgusting fishy smell that assaulted one's nose. Wandering smirked as he slowly closed his eyes.

His mouth was dry, and he laughed mischievously as he held the machete in his hand, "This little girl looks perfect, this grandpa will do you a favor. Tell me how you want to die, and I'll grant you that wish."

You Duan'er opened her eyes but didn't say anything. She squatted down, stroking the weasel-like old dog by her feet. Her movements were as gentle as a lover's.

The masked man beside him narrowed his eyes and stared at the yellow dog. He then spoke up, "The smell of this dog is somewhat similar to that of this lady." You Duan'er looked at him and said, "This dog is mine. What am I going to eat? What is it going to eat? After a while, won't the smell on my body change?"

The masked man made a weird sound from his throat. It was unknown if he was laughing or crying, but he cupped his hands towards her and said, "It's an offense, please don't take offense from me." You Zou'er ignored him, looking at Big Yellow.

A cold light flashed in the masked man's eyes. He raised his hand and swung his blade downwards. Four round heads landed in front of her. The masked man's blade was a good one. Four lives had been lost, and the blade had not been stained with a single drop of blood. Holding the blade, he pointed at the four dead bodies with great heat and said, "This is my apology." You Duan'er looked at the head in front of her, which was staring at the whole thing, and then at the saber in the masked man's hand. She waved her hand and said, "You can go."

"Thank you." The masked man's Qing Gong was not bad. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace, like a gust of wind, a gust that couldn't even be left behind. You Duan'er took a deep breath. When the wind blew, the smell of blood was gone.

Old Yellow whined twice, and You'er looked behind her, hooking her fingers together. "You Duan'er was a woman, and a pretty one at that. Xuan Hong felt that his soul was about to be taken away from him after being glanced at and hooked by such a beautiful woman. By the time he could react, he was already standing beside her." It must have been a long time since I touched a woman. " Xuan Hong was considering whether he should take advantage of this time to settle this matter. In any case, she was just a little girl in the wilderness; there was nothing he could do about it.

You Duan'er glanced at him, then pointed at the bodies on the ground and coldly asked, "Did you die like that too?"

A lightning bolt struck Xuan Hong's head, "F * ck your mother!" Xuan Hong jumped three feet into the air, pointed at the tip of You Zui's nose and yelled, "Damn woman, what eyes are there in there? All eight generations of your ancestors have perished, your father would like to invite a crew to set up a stage to watch the show and clap their hands in celebration! Your father's life is even more comfortable than your mother's! " Not only did Xuan Hong scold his mother, he even scolded the eight generations of his ancestors!

You Zou'er was not annoyed. She took out two flint stones from her pocket and let out a crackling sound. A spark suddenly sparked. Xuan Hong rubbed his eyes and said, "Get away from me!"

You Zian'er sneered. She squatted down to pick up a dead body's clothes, picked up a wooden stick and started to burn. You Duan'er passed the torch over to Xuan Hong. "Take it." "The firelight shone on her pale, ugly face. It was even more terrifying than the decapitated head on the ground. Xuan Hong couldn't help but take a few steps back." Aren't you still alive? "

You Duan'er's voice was bitter and mournful, like a ghost in the mountains: "Take it, the living aren't afraid of the fire, take it." Xuan Su looked at the torchlight, which was burning painfully, and collapsed onto the ground with a thud. This is it, the one who looks the most like a ghost is not a ghost, he is a ghost himself! He was still a ghost that had died for some reason and not been taken away by the Black and White Impermanence.