Chapter 1046: Tomb of Tusi King (5)

The deep forest was gloomy, the wind was cold, and a little halo of light leaped forward in the darkness, very fast, leaving a trail of light.

Even if he was carrying someone on his back, running on the mountain road at this speed, An Xuefeng ran very steadily. Yi Ling rode on his back, feeling the tense muscles under him as hard and strong as rocks, and the hand holding him was as steady as cast iron. Carrying Yi Ling was as easy as carrying a paper man.

Where did An Xuefeng come from? Is he still a human?

Yi Ling was dissatisfied. He originally held An Xuefeng's shoulders tightly, but his hands were sore first. He simply grabbed the man's collar and squeezed it tightly, strangling An Xuefeng's neck. Who would have thought that the running man had no reaction at all, his breathing was still steady, and he even straightened his body a little more - An Xuefeng was more than 1.9 meters tall, and Yi Ling was unwilling to lie on his back honestly. He had to deliberately straighten his waist and press his shoulders, and move up himself, like riding a horse, very restless.

With this combination, Yi Ling's head was even taller than An Xuefeng's, standing out from the crowd. Then Yi Ling was almost hit on the head by the branches that came from both sides of the mountain road. The leaves fluttered over his head, and even Miao Fangfei couldn't touch the branches by standing on tiptoe. Yi Ling could get them on his face as long as he raised his face. Even if Yi Ling bent down quickly, he still inevitably touched some leaves, which made his expression change drastically.

The thick darkness was like tar wrapped around the dead leaves, and the rustling sound of the cold wind blowing through the leaves seemed sticky and greasy. If he touched the leaves, he would definitely be crushed by the dead leaves on his head and body. This was no less than a big fight for a person with mysophobia. Even though Yi Ling had a special identity, these black leaves that were fatal to ordinary people were harmless to him, and they would not even stick to him. They would just fall down along his snow-white hair, but Yi Ling still felt like he was pushed into a quagmire and rolled around, and he felt uncomfortable all over.

Seeing that dark leaf swaying, it was about to fall on An Xuefeng's head. But as if he had a sixth sense, An Xuefeng suddenly turned to the side while running, just avoiding the leaf, and it almost floated back to Yi Ling.

This man definitely did it on purpose.

Tsk.

Yi Ling made a sound of "tsk", and also turned sideways to avoid the leaf. He felt more and more unhappy, but at the same time he was a little interested.

Such good skills are unprecedented. This An Xuefeng is really interesting, but I don't know how long he can live. People with such strong vitality must be eaten by mountain gods.

Don't die before he takes revenge, Yi Ling is very vengeful.

"Can the family members keep up? Then let's speed up a little bit."

Although the corners of his mouth were curled down, Yi Ling's tone was inexplicably excited: "The situation is a bit bad. The funeral drum sounded. Someone died tonight. We have to avoid the funeral procession."

"Please take your luggage with you when running. Don't lose anything. Remember to stay within the range of the lights and don't deviate from the mountain road."

"What funeral drum? Something is chasing us."

An Xuefeng frowned, and he sped up after hearing Yi Ling's words, and at the same time gave an order: "Fei Bai, you go to the front to explore the way. Peng Pai, you go to the back, everyone is not I am about to fall behind. Just hold on a little longer and we will reach the B&B soon. "

"Guide Ling, please show me the way."

"Why, Mr. An, do you still need me to show you the way?"

Yi Ling smiled carelessly, his voice was soft, but it sounded a little weird: "I think Mr. An is more suitable to be a guide than me. After all, I can't run with my family in the dark like you do."

"The light was too dim just now. I was afraid of something happening, so I had to offend you. Sorry."

An Xuefeng answered the question irrelevantly and apologized first. His eyes flickered with a faint light in the dark, and his pupils became bigger, turning from human eyes to animal eyes! However, An Xuefeng had tried it when he was leading the way just now. His tiger eyes, which should have been able to see things in the dark, could not see through things in the dark here. His vision is better than that of humans, but he can only see things within the range of the light.

For example, the mountain road under his feet is illuminated by dim lights, and An Xuefeng can see the mountain road clearly. The darkness that could not be illuminated by the lights on both sides - even if the lights were not very bright, An Xuefeng could not see through the darkness at all.

"I heard something sounding on both sides of the mountain road just now. It felt too dangerous, so I took everyone to run."

An Xuefeng said in a deep voice: "Director Ling, can you see what is in the darkness?"

"Mr. An can't see it."

Yi Ling's gentle voice came from behind An Xuefeng like a entrenched venomous snake, with a burst of chill. It was obviously a very pleasant voice, but the words were not so friendly, with a bit of deliberate surprise: "There is... that kind of thing in the darkness."

"What, what is it?"

Yu Hehui, who barely kept up with An Xuefeng's speed, asked nervously, out of breath, and his glasses were almost falling off. Speaking of which, he often works out at home, and running a full marathon is no problem. However, this is running on a mountain road with a mountaineering bag and a suitcase in the dim light, the difficulty is completely different! Not to mention the creepy and terrifying chill that came from the darkness around them all the time, as if some ghosts were staring at the visitors with ill intentions, which made Yu Hehui tense all the time, and the energy consumption was far more than normal running.

But before An Xuefeng spoke, no one felt that there was something chasing them in the darkness. However, after An Xuefeng spoke, almost everyone could faintly hear the sound.

"Click, bang."

Like a rotating wheel rolling over a dead branch, rolling on an uneven mountain road, the sound of rolling can be heard in front, behind, left and right.

It seemed that something was rolling with them, but no one could see it.

Even An Xuefeng couldn't see the darkness clearly, and no one could see the darkness clearly, so only the guide Yi Ling could help them solve their doubts. However, Yi Ling said: "It's best not to see. If you heard some sounds just now, you must not listen carefully."

Yi Ling said vaguely: "Hearing, seeing, and thinking will gradually make people assimilated by the things in the darkness, and unknowingly be dragged into the dark world."

"So just look at the light and listen to my directions."

Look at the light and listen to Yi Ling's directions?

The words passed through Miao Fangfei's mind, but she didn't have time to think. Miao Fangfei was running desperately, and the buzzing sound of the golden silkworm, which only she could hear, rang in Miao Fangfei's ears, resisting the drums that sounded at some unknown time.

"Bang, dong."

"Bang, dong."

The strange sound that had sounded in the darkness in the distance sounded again, sometimes louder, sometimes softer, vague and dull. This time the sound was very close, closer to them, as if it was right next to them - this was not a heartbeat, but a drum! Is this the funeral drum? Who died, who is attending the funeral? Is the dead a person, is the funeral a person?

However, no one dared to speak now. Lu Shucheng, who was running in front, was already holding a □□ in her hand. The bag behind her was indeed a gun! But the firepower could not bring her any sense of security. When they ran, the feeling brought by the thick darkness around them was also different. If the previous darkness only made people feel fear and panic instinctively, reason issued a warning, and instinctively sensed danger, then there seemed to be something more specific, evil and cold in the darkness now.

Something really was rolling with them.

"Crack, bang."

Wang Yushu opened his eyes wide in fear. He didn't dare to look around. He only dared to stare at Mao Xiaole in front of him and ran away quickly, pretending that he didn't hear anything. He kept repeating something like "Buddha bless you, Bodhisattva bless you", as if this could resist the sound of the funeral drum that was resounding in his mind - this drum sound was wrong, it was played without soul, it shouldn't be played like this.

He wanted to beat the drum, he should beat the drum. This weird and terrifying idea was generated in Wang Yushu's mind when the funeral drum sounded continuously, and it became more and more urgent, as if it was his lifelong wish - what lifelong wish! Get out of here, I won't beat the drum! Wang Yushu, who had experienced some supernatural events, knew that this was probably the call of a ghost, just like walking in an empty alley at night and suddenly hearing someone calling your name behind you.

Once you really look back, once he really can't control himself and wants to beat the drum, then it's over!

"There are dirty things, Xiaole, there are dirty things!"

Wang Yushu panted, his voice was like being forced out from his teeth: "Don't, don't look at it randomly, this thing is tricky!"

But before he spoke, Mao Xiaole had already opened his Yin-Yang eyes to look. That's right, he has a pair of Yin-Yang eyes, and he can see some ghostly things without the help of cow's tears, willow leaves, and grave soil. However, "seeing" is not necessarily a good thing. People's sight has weight. When you see a ghost, the ghost will also "see" you, and you will fall into the world of ghosts.

To be precise, Mao Xiaole's Yin-Yang eyes are like a provocation skill. Look at the ghosts, which makes Mao Xiaole very cautious every time he opens his eyes. However, this time it didn't work. The surrounding darkness, drums, and rolling sounds that had been following them all brought Mao Xiaole an unprecedented sense of crisis. When the wind of death swept across his neck, even the dullest people would feel great terror.

In great terror, Mao Xiaole opened his Yin-Yang eyes, holding two broken talismans in his hands, ready to lead thunder to shatter the darkness at the first time the ghosts came. But the next second after he opened his eyes, his hair stood on end and cold sweat broke out on his back.

He couldn't see, he saw nothing. His eyes could only see the places where there were lights, and the things that were chasing them in the dark could not be seen by his yin-yang eyes.

It was not a ghost.

What was it?

Something more terrifying than a ghost.

It was unimaginable, unimaginable, Mao Xiaole's eyes widened, his breathing almost stagnated, he wanted to close his eyes, but his five senses instinctively reached the highest level. A good swimmer drowns in the water, the more people who have been exposed to supernatural and terrifying existences, the more they can imagine that kind of horror, the darkness gradually became blurred in his perception, and gradually Mao Xiaole seemed to see, round objects rolling with them on the mountain road.

They were taller than people, the leather surface was covered with ash, and the drum surface was shaking abnormally, as if someone was beating a drum inside - it turned out that it was a drum rolling with them! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven... Mao Xiaole saw a total of ten big drums, which corresponded to the number of tourists. Each drum was standing up and rolling, taller than a person, like a very high wall, trapping them on the narrow mountain road.

If these drums fell, they would definitely be crushed to death.

When this thought flashed through his mind, Mao Xiaole suddenly became alert. No, he shouldn't think like that! But he was slow to come back to his senses. The big drum that trapped them in the middle actually fell heavily in their direction just as Mao Xiaole thought, and he implicated the whole team!

"Thunder--"

In an instant, Mao Xiaole shouted loudly, throwing up the broken talisman and pointing to attract thunder to strike the big drum. However, in the next second, a chill ran across his cheek.

"Crack--pop!"

It was like thunder exploding in my ears, but it was not the sound of the thunder talisman. A scarlet long whip came from the air like a snake, and the tip of the whip licked the side of Mao Xiaole's face, like a flame burning, the coolness turned into a burning pain in an instant, and his head was buzzing. Mao Xiaole, who was whipped in the face by the whip, was shocked. After being shocked, he looked up again, but saw that the "drums" around him had all disappeared. The darkness was still dark, and he could not see anything. And he was being dragged by Wang Yushu and was almost swallowed by the darkness.

"I'll say it again."

Yiling's voice came from the front. Mao Xiaole, who had not yet recovered, stumbled and ran after Wang Yushu, subconsciously looking forward. The white-haired guide carried by An Xuefeng did not look back. He pressed one hand on An Xuefeng's shoulder and let the other hand fall. The sleeves of the wide monk's robe were rolled up, and the scarlet long whip was wrapped around the exposed arm. The unwrapped whip tip fell like a snake's tail, and it was stained with blood.

His blood

Yi Ling's voice was the same as always. He didn't blame Mao Xiaole or scare anyone. He just whispered, "Family, just look at the light and listen to my instructions."

"Don't think about it, don't look at it--"

"Just look at me."

"I'll take you to a safe place."

The author has something to say

I'm a little late, sorry, dears! Let Xiaole with a swollen face give everyone 500 red envelopes, bow!

It's Xunxun who plays with the whip! In fact, the whip is transformed from a blood-sucking knife~

Mom, your whip has been inherited by your good son!

Director Hong:.