This time I walked very carefully. When I reached the place where I fell into the water hole before, I stretched out my feet to explore the reality in front of me. This place was about two or three meters away from Qin Bukong. If I flew If I jump, even if the bottom is full of water, I will be sure to get close to Qin Bukong. So I stood there, waiting for the water to splash. When the splash dispersed, it was the best moment for me to jump out.
Soon, the strange sound coming from the water appeared again along with the rolling water. The waves formed ripples and washed towards me and Qin Bukong. I calculated the time correctly, and when the waves on the water disappeared, I jumped in the direction of Qin Bukong.
As I expected, the moment I entered the water, I still couldn't walk through my feet. But this time, because I was prepared, I quickly swam up. The place where Qin Bukong was was a raised rock, so I quickly I climbed up the rock, but when I was climbing up with my hands, I suddenly felt cold, and then I realized that something was wrong.
Because the hand that originally held the stone should feel hard to the touch, but when I pressed it, it felt a little soft. This soft feeling was not even the feeling of moss or algae, it felt more like a strip of stone. The belly of the fish, the part without scales, feels smooth but a little greasy. This means that the big black stone Qin Bukong is leaning on at the moment is actually not a stone at all, but something else. This almost fleshy feeling made me instantly recall the description of "魍" in ancient books. Description, aquatic creature with great strength, looks strange, but is actually a ghost. Could it be that the strange head that I killed so easily just now was not at all what I imagined, that it was not the guardian ghost of "Zhao", but the dark and huge stone-like guy in front of me?
At this moment, I was only one step away from Qin Bukong, but I didn't dare to step forward and pull him, because only then did I see clearly that the mark on his forehead that I thought was blood at first was actually not blood at all. It was like a red and black sticky liquid, because I didn't find any wounds on Qin Bukong's head. The blood-like liquid was still dripping on his head drop by drop at this moment, and the dripping The source turned out to be something hanging out above Qin Bukong's head, which I initially thought was a "black stone"!
What surprised me the most was that Qin Bukong's entire back and head were completely and seamlessly attached to the black "big stone", and there were many thin tentacle-like shapes on the edges. They were squirming and crawling on Qin Bukong's skin, looking as if something extremely sticky had stuck to Qin Bukong and was swallowing him up and absorbing him bit by bit.
If the scene in my uncle's teahouse when I was young made me subvert my world view and accept the existence of ghosts, then the giant black object behind Qin Bukong at this moment directly subverted my previous understanding of ghosts. . Thinking about it carefully, from the time we started to break through the Eight Gate Formation, the ghosts we encountered were no longer the "ghosts" formed after death in the traditional sense. They became strange and unheard of. Several times, we relied on our brute strength and prior investigation to get through in great danger. I thought that the so-called ghosts were just like the ones we encountered when we were in Jingmen or when we entered "Charm". It's a ghost with inner demons, but after all, I can still recognize it as a ghost, but it didn't become this huge guy with no human form at all like now.
In desperation, I suddenly thought of the legend about Tanlongjing that Master Wu once told me at the edge of Tanlongjing. It was that after Lu Dongbin subdued the dragon in the river, he suppressed it in the mountain water and turned it into the legend of this place. Dragon spirit. Could it be that this black behemoth, this "cat" guardian ghost, is actually the chi dragon that was suppressed here?
I don’t dare compare myself to Lu Zu. Plus a hundred of me, I’m probably no match for the dragon. Although I’ve heard many stories about the dragon since I was a child, I’ve also thought about why the dragon is the only one of the twelve zodiac signs that is today. There are animals that cannot be found in the world. We Chinese call ourselves the descendants of the dragon, but no one has ever patted their chests and said that they have seen a dragon. Therefore, the image of the dragon has always been the same image that everyone knows, and it exists deeply in our hearts. In every Chinese's mind, could it be that now I am standing on the body of a dragon and even want to save Qin Bukong from the dragon's hands?
The idea popped into my head, just for a split second. I originally wanted to turn around and run away, but leaving Qin Bukong here, I really couldn't do such a thing, especially when I clearly saw his stomach rising and falling regularly, indicating that he was still alive. So when I thought of this, I gritted my teeth and quickly took out the rusty black iron scissors from my bag. I stepped forward and rushed to Qin Bukong's side. I stretched out my left hand and grabbed his chest. His clothes pulled him out hard. With this pulling movement, the densely wriggling black smoke-like tentacles connected to Qin Bukong's body were partially pulled up, as if they were full of elasticity. This feeling It still seemed like he was tearing off the dog-skin plaster, but now Qin Bukong turned into that dog-skin plaster.
During this pulling process, I didn't seem to feel how tightly Qin Bukong was stuck to these tentacles. Apart from the fact that I could clearly observe that those tentacles were made of black smoke, these small and constantly wriggling tentacles gave me The feeling of numbness all over my body was exactly the same as the tentacles emerging from the head and neck of the man I killed earlier, but the ones on Qin Bukong were thinner, shorter, and more numerous.
I saw those tentacles being stretched out as I pulled Qin Bukong up, so I didn't care about the sin of hurting the "real dragon", so I started to cut those small tentacles like flesh with the scissors on my hand. In the past, the strange thing was that no matter how dense the smoke was, it should not have that physical and physical feel, but I felt as if I was cutting a tight rubber band, but after cutting almost two or three, My feet trembled violently. This was actually a result I had expected, but I didn't expect it to vibrate.
Taking advantage of the fact that this reaction had just begun, I immediately took Qin Bukong's hand with both hands, and then pulled hard. With a roar, Qin Bukong's "dog skin plaster" was completely torn off by me. Qin Bukong put one of his hands on my shoulder, turned around and shouted to Songzi, come closer to the water, don't miss the mark!
Songzi shook the flashlight and ran over. I tried hard to resist the vibration on the soles of my feet, keep my balance and prevent myself from falling, and started to drag Qin Bukong's body towards Songzi. If I knew what I was about to deal with at this moment, maybe I wouldn't be so scared and would focus more energy on finding ways to fight against it, but now I don't even know what I am about to face. It took a lot of effort to drag Qin Bukong to the water's edge, and Songzi stretched out his hand, about one meter away from me. I couldn't throw a silly big guy like Qin Bukong over like a sack, so I dragged him to the water's edge, then pushed him hard into the water.
Qin Bukong's body sank quickly and then slowly floated up. Perhaps it was because he suddenly fell into the water. When he floated up, he started to choke on the water and cough, and his hands started to flutter a few times. He was able to move, so I wasn't worried anymore, so I told Songzi to pull him ashore quickly and I would jump over right away!
Since I jumped once when I came here just now, I know how much distance there is in between. After some calculations, I found that as long as I took a slight run-up and took off when I was on the edge, I should be able to jump directly to the other side. With the current dangers surrounding me, my potential might be stimulated and I could go further. When I thought of this, I took a few steps back and was about to start running. Suddenly, there was a splash on the water like when the strange noise came. I knew that I couldn't wait for the splash to disperse this time, otherwise I might I couldn't escape anymore, so I put strength on my feet and rushed toward the water. The soles of my feet were soft and fleshy, and it was not as easy to borrow force as stones. So the moment I took off, a huge force grabbed my feet, and I found that I couldn't even lift my feet into the air.
It felt like my feet were stepping on asphalt that had not yet dried. It was very difficult to lift my feet every time. But now it was even worse. I couldn't lift my feet. Not only that, my feet also began to sink slowly, as if I was standing on a quicksand pit. The harder I moved, the faster I sank. At this moment, the force under my feet suddenly occurred. After the change, I was originally facing the pine nuts, but now I seemed to be standing on a slowly rotating turntable, and began to twist my body to face the "big black stone".
When I saw the big black stone again, I unexpectedly discovered that where Qin Bukong was sitting before, there was actually a white person behind him. The color and texture of his skin looked like The head is exactly the same as the one before, except that the person sitting in this posture has no clothes, his hands are crossed and his legs are crossed, and there is a stone box on his legs. It is the stone box we are looking for! Its arms are wrapped around it, and its entire body seems to be protecting the stone box in its arms. Those black tentacle-like things slowly emerged from its back, growing longer and longer. The black tentacles formed a strong contrast with the whiteness of its body.
What surprised me the most was that the person sitting holding the box had no head.
