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Wherever the blade passed by, the withered body in the ivy was sliced open diagonally from his left shoulder to his right chest, leaving only a little flesh on his right rib. His entire head was tilted to the side at a very strange angle. What was revealed from the corpse's wound were not tender muscles, nor was there any spurting blood. It was even Congcong's vine, trembling slightly as traces of red, blood-like juice flowed out from the wound.

"There's no problem with this locust tree, but there's a problem with these vines?" Is this even close to the matter at Sophora Tree Town? " Hamborg used his blade to brush away the green vines, revealing another corpse. The same dried branches were tightly entwined with the ivy. A few thick ivy pierced into his body from both sides, presumably growing branches and scattering leaves within his body as well.

Mao Babao moved closer to take a look, then extended his hand and pulled at the green vines, saying, "The corpses inside the vines are already old, it seems like the vines have helped to preserve these corpses." "And these vines do not have much offensive power, it seems to be just to protect these corpses."

In the blink of an eye, he had already cut off all the vines on the half of the tree, revealing four dried up corpses inside. Only then did he walk back and ask: "What? Was she crazy for eternity or did she love nature very much? You have to support this tree even if you die? "

Mao Babao tapped the tree trunk with his finger. "Why do I feel like this tree is empty?"

Hamborg walked over after hearing that, raised his blade with both hands and stabbed it into the tree trunk that Mao Babao had pointed out. After the tip of the blade slowly entered two inches, it suddenly accelerated. Hamborg exclaimed as his wrist lightly shook and he pulled the blade out. He could see it clearly under the beam of the flashlight. There were a few drops of blood hanging on the tip of the blade.

Mao Babao held his palm against the tree trunk for a good while, then turned around and said to me, "Not Wang Baqi, I don't feel any aura from him, he's probably dead."

"There's a fresh one in there?" Hamborg laughed sinisterly: Do you want to dig it out and take a look?

I ignored Hamborg, and held the flashlight to carefully examine the six corpses. After looking at them for a while, I frowned and asked the two of them, "Do you feel that these six people look similar?"

After Hamborg heard this, he came over and received the flashlight from my left hand that hadn't completely recovered yet. He looked at it carefully for a long time before nodding his head: "It's a bit, although it's already turned into a dried corpse, but look at the nose, cheekbones, I can still see some similarities.

Mao Babao did not move at all, he scratched his head and muttered: "Yin Yang Image, Blood-Thirsty Green Vine, Same Bloodline, Hollow Ancient Tree ~ ~" After muttering for a long time, he suddenly smacked his forehead: "There's definitely something inside, why don't we dig it out and find out?"

I patted Mao Babao's shoulder, "Mr Mao, you just saw it too. This thing is at least two inches thick, why did you dig it out just now? So you can put it back after you've had your fill? "

Mao Babao stared blankly at him, "Are we just going to leave it like that? Killing a living person to become a foundation for a formation, that is the way of evil. Even if we don't break it, we won't be able to leave. "

I chuckled at him, "If you already know that it's an evil thing and you know that it can't be broken, then why did you dig it out?"

"Not digging?" If we don't dig, how will we break? " Mao Babao still had not reacted to it

Hamborg lazily took out a thick pile of white paper from his pocket. "Last time I went to the copy shop and printed too many pieces of them, don't be pained, I hope you can do it."

They were all Fire Talisman that were created after being copied on A4. I shook my hand towards Hamborg: "This thing can be called a Fire Talisman? Can you do it? "

Sigh ~ ~ It's not that I'm talking about you, Fourth Boss. Your brain is also ~ ~ ~ ~ "Hamborg's face was filled with impatience," It's not there, it's not there. "How come you don't know how to light a fire when you smoke so much every day?

I was almost choked to death by his words, so I didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore. I shared a stack with Mao Babao and scattered this "pirated Fire Talisman" around the big tree as if it was paper money. Hamborg was more respectful than everyone else as he took out a few more proper Fire Talisman s and stuck them on the tree trunk. Slowly, he added a circle of water runes around him before he wobbled back to Mao Babao and I's side. He raised his eyebrows at me and said, "Let's begin?"

"It's that simple?" Mao Babao was still a little unsatisfied that he did not dig out the thing inside the tree trunk.

"It's that simple?" I chuckled, then patted Hamborg.

Hamborg muttered a few words, he used his index and middle fingers to point his right hand, and with a smack, several hundred Fire Talisman exploded at the same time, and hundreds of fireballs engulfed the big tree in an instant. A few distorted human faces could be vaguely seen within the flames. They were struggling with all they had, letting out an inhuman, ear-piercing scream. As the fire got bigger, the water talisman Hamborg laid down took effect. A few water walls appeared and tightly controlled the flames around the big tree, preventing them from revealing even the slightest bit of it. The flames directly rose up, venting out the frustration of being blocked, the more it burned, the more it burned away the ivy and branches, letting out crackling sounds.

As the fire got bigger, the tree had turned into a huge candle, and the surrounding scenery had also changed. The shadowy figure gradually disappeared, and the previously dark forest was now alive.

"Let's go, we can look for Wang Baqi now." I took the lead and turned away.

Just as we climbed the roadside, we saw Wang Baqi standing beside the carriage from afar, he waved at us from far away, "Fourth Boss, where have you been? "It's all on fire, did you see that?"

The three of us stood around Wang Baqi, and Hamborg asked him fiercely: "Where did you go?"

Wang Baqi felt that the atmosphere was not right, and timidly replied," "I was sleeping in the car ~ ~ ~ Only when I woke up and had a piss did I realize that I was on fire ~ ~ ~ ~

"Nonsense! We've turned the car over. Why didn't we see you? " Hamborg had almost raised his blade up.

Wang Baqi was about to cry: I was just hiding in bed, why don't you guys believe me?

"Where did you hide?" I'm also curious

Wang Baqi opened the back door of the car and pointed at the gap between the third row of seats and the back door of the car.

Hamborg turned his head and asked, "Fourth Boss, can I hit him?"

I rolled my eyes and walked to the side and lit up a cigarette before speaking …

"Don't use a knife."

Although it was a mess, finding Wang Baqi allowed everyone to calm down. The carriage was fine, they immediately got on and left. This time, the road seemed to be wider, and the few forks in the road that were overlooked became more obvious. The problem of getting lost seemed to have been completely solved.

After driving for just a few minutes, the sky suddenly lit up. I turned my head and saw a mass of green light slowly dispersing in the air. Within the green light, a sinister face could be seen, as though it was glaring at us.

"Looks like there really is an old guy hiding inside." Mao Babao was still feeling a little regretful that he did not open it and take a look.

I smiled at him. "It's not a good bird anyway."

The driving was smoother this time. In less than an hour, he could see the lights of the county town at the foot of the mountain. After finding a small hotel to settle down in, the four of them ran to a hotpot restaurant at the side and stuffed the food into their mouths. It was already around 10: 00 PM. It wasn't easy to find an open restaurant in a small town in the mountains, so he pulled the owner to have a drink and have a chat with him. I offered him a cigarette and asked him if he knew about the trail up the hill. The owner nodded and said that he understood. However, the roads there were very dense and it was easy to get lost, so there were less people coming from that direction. Besides, there was only one village on the other side of the mountain. The land on the surrounding mountain had all been taken over by the village, so other people wouldn't go there even if they had nothing to do. It was the so-called danger that donkey friends who occasionally went with each other were told that something had happened to them. People would slip into the woods and not even their corpses could be found. Even so, there were still donkeys who ventured into the mountains every year.

Aside from Wang Baqi, the other three of us nodded slightly, as we roughly understood what was going on. I picked up my cup and clinked it with the owner. "What's in the village?" Is it really that good? "

The shop owner drank the wine in his cup in one gulp, got up and took out another bottle of white wine from behind the counter. "Taste this. This is the one from that village." As he spoke, he poured a small cup for each of them. I lifted the cup and took a sip. The wine was yellow, and the fragrance wasn't as pungent as the usual white wine, but the taste in my mouth felt rough.

Mao Babao squinted his eyes and exhaled deeply before asking: "This wine is not bad, then did the villagers make it?"

The owner chuckled, "Yes, it's called the ancient wine brewing method." The villagers were not talkative. They had enough land, and they were usually self-sufficient. "They would occasionally get some wine to sell. Sometimes, it's fine if they don't pay the money, but it's also fine. They can help them buy some things on their behalf."

"Drink the wine too. Tell me, what's so interesting about the village?" I put the subject back on track

The owner lit up a cigarette. "I've never been there, but I've heard their donkey friends say that the village is completely old-fashioned, just like how it was so many years ago. They say that the houses there are all real antiques, and the houses are filled with cultural relics.

The more the owner said, the more excited he became. Basically, it meant that the village was a paradise. I couldn't stand him, so I said, "What's the name of the village?" We'll take a look when we get back for the new year as well. "

The owner downed another cup of wine before saying, "That village's name is very simple, Zhou Family Village."

After finishing his meal, Mao Babao happily walked back while hugging the bottle of white spirit wine that he bought from the shop owner for a high price. I pulled him to the very end and knocked on the wine bottle as I asked, "I say, Mr Mao, about this Zhou Family, what don't you plan to tell me?"

Hearing me ask that, Mao Babao was stunned, the muscles on his face twitched a few times, and then he returned to the "We are all lost in the same road, how would I know what's going on in the Zhou Family Village?"

I glanced at him, "Recently, I heard a bit too much about this Zhou Family. Zhou Family, Zhou Family Village, and even that whatever Faang Lan you didn't explain clearly, I keep having the feeling that there's something behind this. Other than that, you should know more about the location of Baxian Hotel than I do, right? "

Mao Babao said with a bitter face, "I'm not sure about this, why don't Fourth Boss ask him when you return? "He definitely knows more than me ~ ~"

managed to solve the problem with the Zhou Family Village, but we've only been out for two days, and there's still time for me to pester him, so we should at least understand that Faang Lan first.

After a night of being lost, they were no longer in the mood to watch the scenery along the way. The moment he went out on the second day, Wang Baqi drove the car onto the main road honestly. In merely three hours, he arrived at his house safely.

Wang Baqi's home was also in the mountains, and after getting off the high-speed, he walked for another hour before arriving. In a small village, a hundred households. The hill behind the village was planted with fruit trees, and the ravine in front of the village was filled with chicken farms and duck farms. As he walked, he suddenly felt relaxed, as if he was far away from the world.

The car was stopped at the small plaza at the entrance of the village. When the three of us got off the car carrying the gifts we bought, Wang Baqi's parents came out to welcome us. There were a lot of young people working in the village, but Wang Baqi was the only one who brought his boss home for the new year holiday. The leader was a lot older than the village chief, so his parents took him seriously.

In their eyes, Baxian Hotel was comparable to the size of a state hotel. After all, a county magistrate was just a government official, a government official in charge of a hundred thousand people. How could a hotel run by a county magistrate possibly be small? Adding on to the "foreign friend" Hamborg and his unfathomable face, this group of ours had become like a high level inspection team. ) I didn't utter a word under Wang Baqi's gaze, which could be considered as tacit agreement. However, looking at how busy his parents were, I felt embarrassed.

However, there were benefits to being able to do so. These few days, he had truly experienced the difference in treatment of the New Year between the rural areas and the city. It was still three weeks away from the Spring Festival, which was the busiest time in the city. The various year-end reports were enough to make people breathless, and in the rural areas of the mountains, it was already full of the smell of the year. Not to mention the young people who were returning to the village with large and small bags one after another, just the artillery battle in the hands of the children made me smell a strong scent of the new year that I would only have smelled twenty years ago.

Wang Baqi didn't stay idle either. Other than helping his parents busy with New Year's Eve affairs, he had also brought the three of us to climb up the mountain near his home. What legend was there in this mountain, and what story was inside that cave. Wang Baqi's explanation was clear, but all the strange things that happened around his village, there was nothing that he did not know. Thus, I am certain of one thing. This Wang Baqi's heart of gossip was not brought about by the environment in the city, but was rather, brought here by this fellow's womb to gossip!

Time to eat, drink, and play always passed by quickly. Unknowingly, a week had passed just like that, and more and more youngsters returned to the village to celebrate the new year. Mao Babao and I sighed at the improvement in the standard of living of the peasants over the years. Our carefully rented cars worth three to four hundred thousand gold coins in this pile of cars can't even be considered as the best of the best.

As they were chatting, the three cars slowly drove into the small square like a convoy, attracting the attention of a group of children. With his sharp eyes, Hamborg laughed: "There really is someone driving this car into the mountains?"