There was a logical line in Meng Qianzi's mind that went smoothly.

Yama's clothes, Yama has been here, Yama is going to Kunlun Ladder...

Could it be that here, the Nine-Curves, is the location of Kunlun Ladder?

Once this thought arises, it can never be erased: the picture painted by Jiang Lian is said to be different from the mountain here, but the charlatan believes that the picture should be seen with skill, and then, when she looks at the picture in the opposite direction, although she still can't match, some lines are so familiar...

Could it be that although they have not yet realized the correct method of reading pictures, they have reached their destination?

Meng Qianzi did not withdraw the gun, but raised the gun slightly and signaled the silver wine pot in Shi Xiaohai's hand: "What is that?"

"Small...the bottle was picked up too."

"Take it."

Seeing Shi Xiaohai making a move to come, Meng Qianzi changed her mind again: "Don't move, throw it over!"

Shi Xiaohai dug and threw the silver wine pot over.

Meng Qianzi raised his hand and copied it.

The silver wine pot is very exquisite and fashionable, and can be regarded as a work of art. The carvings and patterns on the surface of the pot are still out of date even today. Meng Qianzi already knows who this wine pot belongs to.

Sure enough, when I turned to the bottom of the pot, there was a small concave "Xi" at the edge.

It's Duan's.

After a flash, the wine inside should have been drunk, empty.

Meng Qianzi heard Gao Jinghong say that when Duan Wenxi was young, he was a female hero style who was walking around the world. He used Chinese craftsmanship tools. When he was old, he missed his style when he was in the UK, drinking morning tea, watching operas, and eating Western food. The objects he carried with him became more foreign, refined and elegant.

"Where did you pick these things up?"

Shi Xiaohai looked confused and reached out to scratch his head. In fact, he only scratched his thick fur hat: "I ran with my fourth aunt... My aunt said to run apart, so I separated. I remember someone around me, but it disappeared later!"

Meng Qianzi nodded: This is normal. People are panicked when they are escaping. If you go left and I go right, you will be easily separated.

"Later I fell down, a hole, and it fell down all of a sudden, and I didn't die..."

It’s really a good fortune. How deep is this kind of "heartbroken" depends on luck: some are dark and faint, and they fall to pieces; some are only two meters high, and fall to the next level.

"I left, leaving a mark. I picked up the robe, hat, and bottle on the way. Later, I climbed up again, walked on the road, and heard the 'boom', and I hid there..."

He pointed his hand at the corner where he had just shrunk.

Logically, there is no problem. These nine-tongue ileums are too tangled. Shi Xiaohai and Meng Jinsong are not walking the same path, but they are twists and turns and turn to Meng Jinsong and others.

"Did you encounter stone bugs chasing you along the way?"

Stone bug? Shi Xiaohai couldn't understand and scratched his hat again: "If you encounter stone, stone will not chase me."

OK, stupid people are lucky. These nine hearts may not be surrounded by insects everywhere. It seems that Shi Xiaohai's escape was relatively stable.

Meng Qianzi secretly prayed that other lonely mountain dogs would have such good luck.

Shi Xiaohai suddenly remembered something: "Oh, oh, I met a sheep!"

He was vividly vocal: "Hanged on the wall, it's all gone."

Meng Qianzi has a headache, and it is really difficult to communicate with such people who talk in a mess.

She pondered for a moment: "Can you still remember where you picked up these things? Take me over and show me what sheep."

Shi Xiaohai's face became bitter melon: "I don't know, I kept wandering around and felt dizzy."

"It's okay, remember how far you take, and then, have you left a mark?"

***

Shi Xiaohai led Meng Qianzi with a sad face.

He really doesn't remember it. He kept scratching his head and was wandering very much. Sometimes he encountered a fork, so he had to look left and right to confirm the outline shape.

Fortunately, he didn't lie, and he really found messy marks along the way to help the two of them determine their direction. The marks were sometimes scribbled in disorganization, sometimes they were villains, and sometimes even a self-talking saying "I'm here."

Meng Qianzi was really amused and crying, but these marks suddenly reminded her: Why are she and Qi Ma so stupid that they have to wrap the rope with sticky paper? You know, the rope will be cut off at any time.

Why didn’t she leave a message on the mountain wall? In this way, when the mountain dog comes in, it is easy to see reminders, practical and intuitive.

He did it as soon as he said, while Shi Xiaohai was thinking hard to find a way, she took out a luminescent rock pen and wrote on the nearby mountain wall: Be careful of living stones, you will eat people, and "avoiding mountain beasts" are useful.

A small arrow pointing at the bottom was left, leaving the book "1 Shen". Gao Jinghong did not come, "1" was her, and the word "Shen" was just two people.

When he finished writing, Shi Xiaohai was already impatient and pointed to a fork in the fork, saying, "This, this!"

Meng Qianzi responded and walked over with a hiking pole.

The flashlight gradually faded away, because the light was gone, the lines of luminous characters seemed particularly bright.

After a while, a strange sound of crackling came from the darkness.

Countless stone insects came over like a tide, covering those lines of words in an instant.

***

After walking for a while, the two of them went downstairs because Shi Xiaohai was very sure that no matter whether they picked up something or saw the sheep hanging on the wall, they were all "downstairs".

He was really confused by it. After he went down, the sheep appeared not long after he left.

How to say it, it is like a sheep being flattened and dried, and then hung on the mountain wall as a decorative painting, but the sheep's horns are still three-dimensional, with abrupt and ridges outside.

It's too cold here. Yan Luo's clothes and hats can be preserved well, so the sheep's corpse will naturally not rot. The wool is clearly distinguished and it is impossible to calculate the time of death.

Shi Xiaohai succeeded in taking the road and was arrogant: "Look, look, I said, there are sheep."

Meng Qianzi felt that the sheep was really weird and did not dare to get close: "Have you ever approached when you saw it?"

"Get close, it's okay."

Before Meng Qianzi could react, Shi Xiaohai had already walked over, and turned his head around and placed it with the shriveled and dry sheep head, just like he wanted to take a look: "It's okay."

Meng Qianzi said angrily: "Stand up! Why do you do so close?"

A moment ago, there was something strange trying to attack Qima with the cover of her clothes: she gained wisdom after learning from her mistakes. Now, Meng Qianzi couldn't believe her appearance no matter what she saw.

Shi Xiaohai was startled and quickly stood up and took two steps.

Meng Qianzi stepped forward cautiously, but was still a few steps away, then looked sideways to see where the sheep body and the mountain wall meet.

How did this sheep "hang" up? It wouldn't have smashed a nail on the wall like hanging art paintings at home, right?

As expected, there was indeed something strange behind the sheep. Meng Qianzi saw that there were countless curled...grassroots in the narrow space between the sheep's body and the mountain wall?

It looks like a thin stem, dark brown, dense, like a bunch of hair, making a connection between the two.

If something goes wrong, there will be a demon. Meng Qianzi's scalp is discharged from electricity. Intuition is definitely not a good thing. She subconsciously touched the small flamethrower hanging around her waist.

At this moment, Shi Xiaohai suddenly screamed: "Ghost!"

It turned out that after Meng Qianzi ordered him to stand open, he was bored and used the flashlight to illuminate deeper into the passage: When he was looking for the way, he only saw the sheep corpse, but after walking another way, he did not go in.

Only in this photo did I find that there was more than one sheep corpse. This passage was like a painting of sheep corpse hanging. Every few meters away, one was hanging on the mountain wall, sometimes on the left and sometimes on the right. Some were intact, some were half-drooped, and some were not at all. I saw a lonely sheep head rolling down at the base of the mountain wall.

Shi Xiaohai was curious when a figure suddenly came out from the fork at the fork more than ten meters away. He was caught off guard and before he could see clearly, he blurted out a "ghost".

I heard the surprise on the other end, "Shi Xiaohai? Meng...Miss Meng?"

Meng Qianzi looked in the direction.

She has the impression of this person, He Shengzhi, who has been working as Shi Xiaohai's nanny all the way.

***

He Shengzhi ran with Meng Jinsong at first, and he also remembered the phrase "run apart" and would get into the road whenever he had a fork. The consequence was - while running, he suddenly realized that there was only his own shadow in his intestines.

He was so scared that the mountain intestines were silent, cramped and depressed, almost forcing him out of claustrophobia, and did not dare to shout loudly, for fear of attracting the Snow Sage.

After climbing up and down the mountain intestine like a headless fly for a long time, he suddenly noticed a faint flashlight on this head. He was afraid it was bait and walked approaching quietly. Until he heard the vague sound of words, he realized that it was his own person. He was overjoyed and quickly stepped out.

Meng Qianzi was very pleased when she saw her familiar face. It was naturally not a good thing to go away in the mountain intestines, but from another perspective, the frequent intersecting and connecting of these intestines greatly increased the chance of "accidental encounters". Being able to meet in such a place is simply like meeting an old friend in another place.

He Shengzhi speeded up and came to this side. He was so excited that he didn't even bother to look around him.

Meng Qianzi then found that there were paintings of sheep corpses hanging along the way, and hurriedly reminded him: "Be careful, don't get close..."

In fact, He Shengzhi was walking in the middle of the passage and was not close to any side, but Meng Qianzi's words were not over yet, and he suddenly stopped moving.

He stood there without moving forward. His expression on his face was a little strange and a little stiff. Then, he spasmed for a moment and stepped backwards toward the mountain wall on his right hand.

That piece was without a sheep corpse, only a sheep's head was quietly tilted on the ground, with the sheep's eyes empty.

Meng Qianzi was not very sorry. At this time, she didn't care about protecting her legs and walked slowly. She lifted the flamethrower in her hand and took two steps in three steps.

He Shengzhi did not stand close to the wall. He was still about a distance from the wall. His face was gone with blood, his eyes were still moving, and the muscles on his face were a little out of control. He moved extremely strangely, his lips slightly closed, as if he was about to say something to her.

Meng Qianzi didn't care about anything to say, and went to see behind him first. When he saw this, he felt goosebumps all over his body.

She saw that thousands of stems stretched out from the mountain wall, like extremely thin infusion tubes, had all pierced into He Shengzhi's back. The stems were supposed to be black-brown, but at this time they all turned slightly trembling red, like densely arranged blood-sucking tapeworms. He Shengzhi's body was trembling slightly under the sucking of these unknown things.

When Meng Qianzi lifted the mouth of the flamethrower, he was about to press the switch. The things seemed to feel something, but suddenly shrank, like a rubber band that had been stretched and suddenly retracted. He Shengzhi's body was pulled against the mountain wall, completely covering himself.

Meng Qianzi didn't even think about it, so she raised her foot and kicked He Shengzhi. Her original intention was to kick He Shengzhi's body away and then burn these stems and branches. But she knew that these stems could not only retract, but also stretch, like glue that could be drawn. He Shengzhi's body only leaned outward and had a tendency to rebound.

It was a while since he said that, Shi Xiaohai, who was stunned by the side, finally realized that he had to take care of He Shengzhi these days and was very close to him. He really treated him as a nurse. Seeing that he suffered, his blood rushed to his brain, shouted and rushed up, hugged He Shengzhi's body, fell to his weight of over 130, and rolled down to the ground on the side.
To be continued...