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My heart was pounding, almost popping out of my throat, and I wiped the sweat from my forehead.
Smiling bitterly, I couldn't help but curse myself secretly for making such a fuss.
It is enough to show that my mentality is not stable. Without Liu Wensan and Chen Xiazi, I still feel like we are all at war.
Take a deep breath, take a long breath, and calm your mind.
I just continued walking into the woods.
The broken willow branches underfoot were trampled, making crackling sounds.
I walked for several minutes, but I don’t know if I reached the middle of the willow forest.
A tree appeared in sight.
The willow tree is not big, probably thicker than a human thigh.
Half of the tree was charred black, and the other half was a little charred, but it was still growing normally.
The upward branches of the willow leaves are particularly lush, and they are obviously different in scent from other trees.
I looked overjoyed, this was the willow tree struck by lightning.
Just as I was about to move forward, I felt the same itchy feeling next to my ear again, as if it had been scratched by a willow leaf, and there was also a slight stinging sensation.
I wasn't as aggressive as before and just took a shot.
Instead, I photographed something furry.
At the same time, there was a tingling sensation coming from between the fingers!
I hissed and took a breath.
I turned around suddenly, and there was a raccoon lying on my shoulder, its sharp claws holding my palm!
It's not completely white, nor is it completely black.
The back is black, and then the belly and feet are gradually white.
The mouth and eyebrows are white, the face is dark, and the erect ears are also black and white.
A pair of eyes looked straight at me.
My scalp was numb and I jerked my hands.
Suddenly, it bit my finger hard, and the pain made me groan.
It immediately jumped off my shoulder.
I held the guillotine sword in my right hand and struck it hard!
There was a scream, and a dark tail splashed down with blood.
The black and white raccoon dog ran into the willow forest and disappeared...
My temples were beating and my body was wet with sweat.
He lowered his head and glanced at his fingers. Several tooth holes were dripping with blood.
Although it was just a minor injury, the pain was really heartbreaking. It reminded me of the last time my finger was pierced by glass...
He took out a piece of paper and wiped the blood, then wrapped the wound, then lowered his head to look at the raccoon tail.
My heart sank slightly, this wound was a warning to me, don't relax...
If I had been as vigilant as when I came in and turned around and slashed, I wouldn't have been injured.
But this raccoon didn't get any benefits either.
It is also far inferior to the old Bailizi that Liu Wensan and I encountered before.
Not daring to delay any more, I hurriedly walked to the willow tree where the lightning struck the tree, held the guillotine tightly, and struck hard at the bottom of the trunk!
My hand was still a bit sore from the shock, especially the location of the wound.
I endured the pain and continued to cut down the tree.
The branches swayed and rustled.
I saw that the tree had been chopped several times, but there wasn't much of a gap. It would take a lot of effort to chop it down.
Suddenly the bell on the guillotine's sword jingled!
The sound was so clear that it made me stop suddenly.
Mrs. He made it clear.
The ghost sword is tied to the frightening bell, and the bell only rings when the haunted guest comes out!
Something is coming! ?
I suddenly thought that I should be vigilant and scan everywhere.
A sudden voice suddenly rang in my ears!
"This tree is for my grandson, get out, you are not allowed to cut it down!"
A wheeze broke through the air, and it was so fast that before I could react, I got a solid slap on the face!
I was beaten so hard that I staggered back, my face was burning with pain, my head was dizzy, and my neck was almost broken.
He took a few steps back, shook his head, and his eyesight became a little dark.
After finally clearing my vision, I saw an old man standing about one meter away from the willow tree.
He was stooped, skinny, and dressed in shabby, dirty clothes.
The hair on the top of his head was dry and blackened, as if it had been burned by fire.
The dirty clothes on his body also showed signs of being burned.
His face was even more oozing, covered with purple-red traces, like tree roots, densely packed and extremely oozing.
His eyes were white, not like Blind Man Chen who was born blind, but more like the white eyes of a dead person.
He stared straight at me without saying a word.
But that sentence made me slightly shocked.
For its grandson? Is this ghost also interested in lightning strike wood?
But Mrs. He said that the wood struck by lightning was made into a mourning stick, with the upper part beating bloody evil spirits, the lower part splitting sharp ghosts, and horizontally beating evil people.
Can you touch this damn thing?
There is a saying that even if you talk nonsense, it is impossible for me to reason with a dead person.
Holding the Guillotine Sword tightly, I groaned, stepped forward, and slashed directly towards his neck!
There was a muffled sound, and my hand was sore from the shock!
My expression suddenly changed. I had hit the old man somewhere. I had clearly hit another willow tree more than one meter away next to the lightning strike tree!
The guillotine sword was less than halfway in. I tried my best but couldn't pull it out at once.
The back of my neck was suddenly hit hard, and I suddenly lost control and threw myself forward!
The blade was right at my neck! My scalp suddenly rose, I suddenly tightened my grip on the Guillotine, and rushed to the side.
With this strength, I pulled out the knife and rolled a few meters away.
The temples kept bulging and the veins kept beating.
I turned around in fear, but the old man was still standing in the same position... motionless...
He looked straight at me, with more gloom in his eyes, and suddenly grinned, which made me sweat all the time.
It's not that I'm afraid of him. After seeing so many corpses, how can I still be so courageous?
It's just that the sweating comes from the body's instinctive reaction, which I can hardly control.
Just like many people are unable to open their eyes or get out of bed when they encounter a ghost. Some people live in a haunted house and always hear noises at night, making their hands and feet weak and top-heavy.
Those are all reactions of the body caused by the invasion of external evils.
I quickly stood up and shook the ghost knife vigorously, and the bell jingled louder and louder.
I thought this would be of some use, but he still had no reaction.
Only then did I realize something was wrong...
Why is there something familiar in this old man's eyebrows?
I must have never seen him before... I figured it out after a quick thought.
The familiarity of this old man comes from He Cai'er!
Although he is skinny and skinny, his facial bones, eyebrows and eyes are really similar to He Caier!
"Who are you! What is your relationship with He Cai'er and Mrs. He?!" I didn't even pause. Thinking of this, I asked directly.
His voice was inevitably hoarse, and his body was shaking a bit uncontrollably.
At this moment, he suddenly pulled out something.
It was also a stick, it looked like a mourning stick, but the white silk on it had been burnt black, leaving only some strips of cloth wrapped around the stick.
He just raised his hand, pretending to hit me.
It all happened so fast, me speaking and him raising his hand happened almost at the same time!
And when he raised his hand and raised the stick, he gave me the feeling I had when the old widower struck the gong. I couldn't move my body...
