There was a click, and the feeling of splitting the sugar cane came again. The pine nuts were frightened by my move and screamed. Although I couldn't believe that the pine nuts were really pine nuts, since I couldn't be sure, I couldn't just ignore it. After cutting off Qin Bukong's hand, I shouted to Songzi, run! He is not Qin Bukong!
Yes, this guy is definitely not Qin Bukong, and I cut him after I saw it clearly.
Because when I recall, "Qin Bukong" never picked up the Vajra Prong from the ground at all, and it was impossible for him to put the Vajra Prong in an inconvenient place like his arms. When I slashed with the knife, "Qin Bukong's" hand holding the vajra prong was broken directly, but no blood flowed from the wound, but bursts of black smoke came out. "Qin Bukong" also looked at his severed hand infatuatedly, then laughed coldly, and then just like "himself" who was just killed by me, he opened his mouth wide and turned into a puff of black smoke and ran away.
When I told him to run, Songzi started to run away. After "Qin Bukong" turned into black smoke, I quickly chased him in the direction of Songzi's escape. Songzi was small and crawled through the woods. Drilling down had advantages over someone as big as me, but even so, I caught up with him quickly, but I still deliberately kept a distance from him and couldn't get too close. And Songzi's eyes seemed to show that kind of fear for me, as if he was the next person I wanted to kill.
For a while, I couldn't think of a better way to prove that the pine nuts were real, but I still held the machete across my chest, because if the pine nuts were really transformed by "mandrills", then they might not be real. Like the pine nuts, he is a weakling. We didn't dare to run anymore, fearing that something might happen if we continued running, so Songzi and I faced each other and stood in a stalemate with our backs against two trees. After a while, Songzi suddenly said to me, in order to prove that I am real, you hand over the tip of the knife and let me cut my finger. If black smoke comes out, then it doesn't matter if you kill me, but if it comes out blood, , does that prove that I am not fake?
Although I think this method is not 100% safe, at the moment it seems that this is the only way I can think of, so I nodded, held the handle of the knife tightly in my hand, and brought the tip of the knife to the pine nut. . This scimitar was specially bladed by me a few days ago. It is much sharper than the first time I used it. Moreover, this scimitar has seen blood before. Everyone knows that if the blade sees blood, it will have murderous intent. , no matter whether the ghost you face is big or small, strong or weak, it is always very harmful.
I saw Songzi put his right index finger to the tip of the knife, stabbed it lightly, and then made a small cut immediately. Songzi squeezed the wound with his thumb, and beans began to appear in the wound. Blood beads of different sizes come. In this way, it seems that it can be proved that Songzi is a living person and not a ghost. The guard in my heart was finally relaxed a little. But Songzi said, okay, now it's your turn. I was stunned for a moment, thinking that it was no wonder. It was normal for Songzi to be suspicious of me, so I nodded and put my finger to the tip of the knife, gently opened the wound, and then squeezed out the blood. I originally thought this was enough, but Songzi said, don't worry, try it with my dagger again. After saying that, he took out his own dagger and pointed the tip towards me. I cursed in my heart, but I also understood how important trust was right now, so I changed another finger, reached out to the tip of the knife and made another cut.
I was stabbed twice inexplicably, and I was still a little unbalanced. So I held up my two bleeding fingers angrily and said to Songzi, "Did you see it?" Red, you should believe it now, right? Songzi did not speak, but used a dagger to make another cut on his finger. He imitated me and raised his hand to show me, and then said, now we are even.
Although this method is very stupid, it can be regarded as re-establishing trust between us. Now I can stand a little closer to Songzi, and I don't have to hold a knife to guard against him. I took out the iron scissors from my shoulder bag and handed them to Songzi and said, the situation is dangerous now. Don’t worry about so many red tape rules. When you see something is wrong, just use these iron scissors to kill me. These scissors It's something I've tempered. It may not be as powerful as me when you use it, but it's definitely stronger than the dagger in your hand.
Songzi nodded and reached out to take the scissors. In this way, I was more sure that he was a real person and not an illusion, because if he was pretending to be "Mandrill", he would feel obviously burned when he touched the iron scissors. . This way, I feel more at ease. The top priority right now is to find Qin Bukong, and we all know in our hearts that anyone we find next may be "Mandrill" pretending to confuse us.
We unanimously decided that we should go back to the place where the three of us originally separated, because that place was found by Gan Mu, which means that when we found it, the yin energy in that place was the heaviest. The current location where Songzi and I are is actually not far from the place where we first separated, maybe only twenty or thirty meters. However, because the surrounding reference objects are too single, Songzi's compass is invalid at this moment, so it takes us a long time to find the way. A lot of time. Any disturbance during this period would make our nerves tense.
We finally found the place. The honeycombs on the ground were broken into a puddle, and there were many wild bees buzzing around. We didn’t dare to get too close, and we didn’t dare to light a torch in the woods. If the mountain was burned, That's a huge sin. So we walked close to the edge, slowly approaching the spot where Ganmu first planned to climb the tree.
It was an old tree, but it certainly wasn't as old as a thousand years. Maybe it was because the new seedlings that had grown up after the old tree died had grown to this size. There are traces of Ganmu climbing on this tree, which means that if I use Bingma Xiang to search for Ganmu now, it should be feasible. Although it is very wrong to light a fire in the forest, so I am very careful when lighting a fire.
Bingmaxiang is a spiritual thing, so the smoke became a tool to protect me and pine nuts from being stung by wild bees. But to our great surprise, we were actually in a haystack not far from the tree. , found the sweetwood hidden in the haystack. Ganmu is a very brave snake. He is hiding here now. He is obviously not afraid of the wild bees that cannot pierce its scales, but is afraid of something else, and this thing is most likely a "drill". After all, snakes are animals in the mountains, and "mandrills" are the king of the mountains. When Ganmu saw Songzi and me, he seemed to relax a little, and he knew how to follow me without even asking me to do anything. This is something I would have never dared to do before, because it always made me feel so cold.
Songzi and I took Ganmu back to the place where we had separated before. I shouted Qin Bukong's name a few times, thinking that there was no need to be secretive now. Anyway, our every move was clearly understood by the enemy. . My voice spread far in the quiet mountain forest. After being refracted by the many trees, I believed that Qin Bukong would be able to hear my voice if he was hiding around here. It's just that I didn't receive a response from him, because maybe he was also afraid that we were not the real us, that our shouts at the moment were "drills" luring him out, or that he had been controlled by the enemy and was unable to make any move. respond.
If it is the latter, it means that Qin Bukong's situation at the moment is very dangerous. While I was trying to listen for any answer from Qin Bukong, I took advantage of this opportunity to carefully observe the area where we were standing at the moment. It's strange to say that along the way we walked, there was a tree almost every one meter. The density is conceivable, but in such a small area, it was close to three meters. There are no trees growing in a large area, and I noticed that there is a small open space in the middle. There is nothing on the ground except dirt and fallen leaves. And if this place is edged by trees, it will be just right. It is an irregular circle.
Along the way, although the ground was similar, it was slightly different from here, because in this small open space, not only did there not be any trees, not even a single blade of grass grew. After the infusion fell, it did not decay and decompose with the moisture brought by the mist like other places, turning into a wet feeling, or mixed with the soil. The fallen leaves here were very dry, as if the moisture had been absorbed by something. Things seemed to be pulled away, and the leaves had the dry and crisp feeling of being baked at high temperature. If you stepped on them casually, the leaves could be broken into a pile of slag with the roots and veins.
So I secretly thought to myself, could this be the place where the stone box was buried? It's not impossible. Why is there no grass growing in this location? If this circular area of more than three meters in diameter under our feet is where the buried things are, can it also explain why when Ganmu brought us closer to this place, we, who had always been just frightened birds, happened to be here? Encountered a Hivefall attack? Such an attack is obviously not painful to the three of us. Could it be that it is meant to warn us not to get close?
"Qin Bukong! -" I shouted, not having an answer in my heart, but unwilling to do so.
However, just when my voice was still echoing in the forest, I suddenly heard the sound of a relatively strong wind blowing leaves and grass on the ground. It was coming to us from far and near. The pine nuts instinctively hid in the forest. Behind me, even Ganmu raised his snake head and began to open his mouth in an attacking manner. The sound got closer and louder, and suddenly there was a huffing sound, accompanied by a fierce wind, and his nose It was full of the smell of rotten eggs mixed with sulfur. I couldn't help but squint my eyes slightly, and in a trance I saw a black smoke-like monster, but it was humanoid, rushing out from behind the tree at the other end of the circle.
