Death of thirst or poison? This is a good question.
Wen Renjing didn't want to choose anyone, but the search and rescue team members of the Qi Xiang Bureau were all determined and experienced. Of course, if he could think of things, they could also think of them. But what Wen Renjing didn't expect was that someone actually drank it, and he drank it without any unnecessary struggle!
The sharp-eyed companion noticed it and rushed to stop it, but it was too late. The wine was like intestinal poison, and it took effect after drinking it, but the strange thing was that the man was still smiling, vomiting blood while laughing, and after falling down, it began to rot and smoke emitted, and finally only a piece of human skin was left. .
Wen Renjing was first frightened, then angry. He lay down in the grass, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. He gritted his teeth and tried several times to stop the trembling.
Why is this happening?
Was it because the shadow was wrong and the search and rescue team members were affected? He then thought of the Ghost King. Poisonous wine appeared at the Ghost King's banquet, so this wine must have something to do with the Ghost King.
Is the Ghost King a poisonous person?
Wen Renjing swallowed hard. His thirst became stronger and stronger, and he did not dare to stay any longer. If he drinks like the man just now, it will be too late.
"Meow." Just at this moment, Damei called him again.
Wen Renjing no longer cared about what he had become, and used all four limbs to rush out of the grass, keeping up with Damei's pace.
On the other side, Yan Yueming was trapped on the road leading to No. 111 Huayuan Road.
From Shiliting to Huayuan Road, it was only necessary to pass through the melon fields and the suburban market, which was the market that Li Zheng went to the day he just came back. Other than that, there aren't too many obstacles. But this time, when the group of them passed through the melon fields, they saw thick vines completely covering the road before they reached the market.
"Stinky vine." Li Zheng said in a deep voice.
The stinky vine in the swamp was formerly Wu Qian, Wu Yuan’s mother, a member of the Bay Search and Rescue Department. Of course, Li Zheng also told Yan Yueming later that more than one person died in the swamp. After several iterations, Stinky Vine had mixed many settings. At this moment, stinky vines appeared on a large scale several miles away from the swamp, which showed that the setting had changed again.
It's unclear whether someone died there again or because the truth emerged.
Stinky vine is not smelly, but has a strange fragrance. This raw material used to make aerosol bombs could have helped them stay awake when they committed a foul, but under the current circumstances, Yan Yueming did not dare to take it lightly, and still immediately took out a mask and asked everyone to wear it.
Wen Lan also reminded: "Be careful if the situation changes."
Yan Yueming was on alert, "There seems to be a problem over there in the market. It's quiet, there's no sound at all."
Dahuang was also very alert, with his ears straight up, and he barked in the direction of the market. Li Zheng glanced at him, stopped Wen Lan who was about to step forward to test, and took out a stone from his pocket.
From the beginning of the doomsday escape, Yan Yueming saw Li Zheng constantly taking things out of his pockets. Sometimes it was a fire fold, sometimes it was a small red paper umbrella, and now it turned into stones. It was simply bigger than the backpack of their logistics department. Even more spiritual.
"Are you from the casino?" Yan Yueming asked in a low voice.
"Yeah." Li Zheng has a kind of cold madness in his heart. He loves taking risks, but he never fights an unprepared battle. That
In fact, everything can be traced, including the changes in Hu Di, the collapse of SB, and the plans that Tang Qiao might take.
Don Qiao's plan is not necessarily very careful, because the NPCs are actually uncontrollable. Yingxue Liuli, Mr. Y, the director, the omniscient and omnipotent space station, I want to become an immortal, etc., not necessarily all of them will be used as she expected, but as long as the more points are drawn, and a few random strokes are drawn at the end, Always connected.
Li Zheng did the same thing.
A small stone may not be of much use, but it is a stone from Hudi. When Li Zheng throws it out and rolls on the ground, it is like throwing stones to ask for directions.
All species in Hu Di, including the heaven, earth, and stones, can actually be regarded as NPCs. The stinky vine cannot speak, and it is more fond of pebbles than humans.
The wind and snow howled and slapped my face, causing pain.
After being suppressed for a short time because of the Cat God, the truth in heaven started to stir again. It becomes more and more angry, and the pressure from it becomes more and more severe. It was like the mental pressure was transformed into physical pressure, as if just by raising your hand, you could touch the sky that was about to collapse.
A feeling of panic arose spontaneously.
The hydraulic machine of heaven and earth will flatten and crush them all, their bones will be crushed into powder, all flesh and blood will become invisible, and even their souls will no longer exist.
This is the oppression that comes from the truth.
Throwing stones to ask for directions is asking for a way out.
The answer given by Stinky Vine is not necessarily so.
I saw the dense vines blocking the front like a city wall, moving slowly, revealing a dark gap that only one person could pass through. Wen Lan took out a flashlight, and the light from the flashlight seemed to shine into a black hole, making it impossible to see far away.
It was Li Zheng who judged its direction, "This is the road leading to the market. ()"
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Hu Fei spoke, which surprised Yan Yueming. He turned around and saw Hu Fei, braving the wind and snow, wrapped tightly in the down jacket he brought from the RV, and said with difficulty, "The neighbor downstairs cuts down stinking vines every day. I've seen a lot of them, and I also went to the swamp to see them." After a few times. Look at its thorns. They are retracted and not aggressive. It should be able to walk away."
Loquat and Taozi cuddled tightly together. As clay figures, they couldn't feel the cold, but their bodies had cracks from the cold. If you don't leave, you will be frozen to pieces.
"Let's go." Li Zheng made the final decision and took the lead in entering the open gap of the stinky vine.
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nbsp; A group of people filed in, with Wen Lan at the back. Rhubarb ran to the front again as usual. It became more and more vigilant, and its nose kept sniffing on both sides of the gap. It was freezing cold today, and all smells were covered up by the wind and snow. Yan Yueming couldn't smell it at all, but it could.
After taking a few steps, Dahuang stopped in front, blocking the way, "Woof!"
Li Zheng followed its line of sight and used a flashlight to illuminate it. He saw a twisted corpse hanging in the dense vine wall. The corpse looked like it had been strangled. The sharp thorns of the stinky vines had penetrated into the blood vessels. The blood flowed down the vines and gradually disappeared into the roots.
"Don't worry, keep walking." Li Zheng raised his hand and touched Dahuang's neck, comforting him a little.
Da Huang anxiously pawed the ground and whimpered softly. He resisted a little, but in the end he walked forward obediently. about five minutes later
(), everyone finally passed through the gap of the smelly vines and walked into the wind and snow again, and what appeared in front of them was the market.
A long cross street is the whole market.
In the center of the cross street, where the intersection is, there is a single Chinese-style street lamp. The street lamps swayed in the wind and snow, and the candle flames were as bright as beans, almost extinguished.
In the dim sky, under the weak light, an elephant died on the street.
Its huge body is taller than the low wine shop next to it, standing like a hill. But other than that, the market was completely silent, with not even a trace of people around.
Wen Lan whispered: "Good omen. ()"
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"Rhubarb." Li Zheng called it again, touched its head with his slender fingers, and asked with a gentle attitude he had never had before: "You are brave, right?"
Dahuang didn't throw away his hand like usual, and only replied in a low voice: "Woof."
Li Zheng's gentle and calm words continued, "There is a crossroads ahead. We should have gone east, but the current direction is not necessarily the right one. Maybe the four roads are no longer in their original positions, and maybe the wrong road covers the right one. Yes. Dahuang, use your intuition to open the way. Wherever you want to go, that’s the right way. Do you understand?"
Dahuang couldn't quite understand it, but Li Zheng patted its head gently and asked it to lead the way, so it could still understand.
In order to help Dahuang better eliminate interference items, Li Zheng took out a piece of black ribbon with dark patterns and helped it cover its eyes. Dahuang didn't resist, but the vague anxiety still bothered it, making it unable to help but look back for Yan Yueming's figure.
Yan Yueming was right behind it, and the human dog was squatting on the ground, quietly cheering it on, "Dahuang, come on, I'll let you sleep on the bed when you get back!"
Dahuang still didn't understand, but it could sense that the human dog must be talking about something good, and the anxiety in his heart gradually subsided. It has turned back into the heroic and invincible Rhubarb. Even if it is blindfolded by a ribbon, it still has infinite confidence and moves forward bravely.
"Woof, woof woof!" Human, follow me!
Rhubarb started running, and its speed was no slower than usual. Because inspiration is always instantaneous, smart dogs never think in a roundabout way like humans do.
The others followed quickly, bypassing the elephant's carcass, gradually deviating from the main road, passing over a pile of messy barrels that had fallen to the ground, running further and further away, but after going around in a circle, they returned to the eastbound road. On that road.
"This is back again, right, right?" Taozi's body was so frozen that she couldn't even cry out.
"It's so cold, so cold..." Loquat's voice began to become stiff, as if he had changed from a lively person to a mechanical product. Yan Yueming was worried, but did not dare to look back. At this moment, vague figures began to appear at the end of the road.
"Wow." Dahuang became alert again and gradually slowed down.
Wen Lan pulled out the knife, while Yan Yueming held the ax handle tightly, and even Hu Fei secretly took out a dagger for self-defense. Only Li Zheng was still calm. He gradually passed Dahuang with a steady and even pace, raised his hand to signal it not to move rashly, and then met the first person who appeared.
"People in the market," he said.
The man was wearing a bungalow, which was obviously Lifu's outfit. Everyone was in a strange state, with no expression on their faces, and their movements were as stiff as puppets, walking one step at a time in the snow at an equal speed. Occasionally someone falls down and others don't care.
Li Zheng walked forward slowly, Yan Yueming also walked slowly, calmly, everything was as usual.
But just as the two groups of people passed by, the man with a numb face suddenly turned his head and said to Yan Yueming in a rough voice: "The road ahead is blocked."
He seemed to remind him kindly.
But the way the head turned ninety degrees was really weird.
Then came the second person and she said, "Don't go."
The second person added: "Noah's Ark is fake."
The fourth person said: "There is no escape."
The fifth person, the sixth person... They stated a central idea numbly and enthusiastically: You can't go ahead, so turn back quickly.
Of course Yan Yueming would not believe them. Even though the postures of turning their heads to speak were very scary, he still steadied himself, pretended that he had not heard anything, and continued to walk hard in the wind and snow.
But soon, Loquat and Taozi could no longer walk. Their limbs were completely frozen, and their exposed skin was full of cracks.
Their last words came through the whistling wind.
"Please, take away a piece of me."
"National Master, divination, the last hexagram."
"Clay Bodhisattva, want to cross the river..."
"Crossing the river..."!
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