The addition of Qiu Dong and his friends was like a scoop of cold water that stirred into the boiling pot. Although it briefly solved the troubles between Jiang Lian and Meng Qianzi, it could not stop the fire from being strong enough, and the boiling momentum was resurrected.

Moreover, the mountain ghost fell into a disadvantage in an instant.

First, the power gap is huge, and it is simply a battle of one to ten; second, Qiu Dong and the others are just trying to investigate, and they have no plans to take action, and there is no powerful guy on them; third, there is room for mountain ghosts to attack, and they only want to hurt people or retreat to the enemy. After all, killing people is illegal, and no one wants to be happy for a moment and bear their lives - even if the law cannot be held accountable, they will be uneasy.

But they soon discovered that this group of people was killing and had no taboos.

As soon as the few people got out of the game, they were already struggling and were attacked from all sides. Soon, they heard Kuang Xiaoliu screaming and being knocked over by a shovel. Qiu Dong's eyes were red in anger and was about to rescue him. However, the companion beside him roared, but he was hugged by as many as three people, and his feet were overturned to the ground.

If this continues, everyone will be finished. Qiu Dong gritted his teeth, flew up, knocked over the three riders pressing against his companions, and then touched a hoe that fell from the melee on the ground, danced and swept around, and shouted loudly: "Everyone should cover Miss Meng away!"

Before he finished speaking, a strong man jumped on the hoe pole and pressed down the momentum of the hoe sweeping. Qiu Dong wanted to snatch it, but suddenly he felt a wind coming from behind his head, and immediately rolled to the side, half a step late: the shoulder suddenly hurts. When he looked up, an old man with a tooth pulled out his sickle and made a gesture to chop it down again.

Meng Qianzi and Jiang Lian were besieged by more than ten people. Her physical strength had not recovered yet. After such a fierce battle, it was already hard to support it. Fortunately, Jiang Lianhui helped to protect him from time to time, but even so, he had several tricks of damage. Fortunately, Jiang Lian had more injuries. Fortunately, they were not the key. They were secretly anxious. Two Shandos heard Qiu Dong's shouting and rushed over with pain and wounds. They roared, fighting desperately, and they both threw down one and kicked the other, which immediately opened a gap in the encirclement.

Jiang Lian looked at the opportunity, pulled Meng Qianzi up, and rushed out of the gap.

Just after about ten steps, a bright and shaky round-headed knife was cut from the side. Jiang Lian quickly stopped and shrank his abdomen. He felt that his lower abdomen had cooled down, his clothes had broken open, and his skin was burning, which seemed to be another lottery, but fortunately he didn't open the cut and cut his stomach.

Bai Shuixiao finally showed up.

Because of Bai Shuixiao's block, the few seconds of opportunity that the two mountain dogs had tried their best to get was wasted. Seeing that the people behind were about to catch up, Meng Qianzi said very quickly: "You have to hold them even if you fight to the death, don't let someone catch up with me..."

Before he finished speaking, Bai Shuixiao's sword came again. Meng Qianzi couldn't say anything again. He rolled over and pushed Jiang Lian on his back and sent him to block it. He took advantage of this push and quickly ran out into the darkness in the slanting direction.

Bai Shuixiao's target was her, so she couldn't let her escape. She roared and turned around and chased her.

To be honest, Jiang Lian didn't understand Meng Qianzi's words. When she ran away, she pushed him to block Bai Shuixiao, her heart felt even more chill. However, when she saw Bai Shuixiao chasing her, she subconsciously pounced and brought Bai Shuixiao to the ground. Almost at the same time, two more pounced behind her, one hugged his waist and the other hugged his legs.

Jiang Lian could hardly exert strength from the lower body. He realized that he would probably explain this today. Seeing that Bai Shuixiao was still struggling to stand up, he didn't know where the strength came from, so he reached out and grabbed her bun and dragged it over. Bai Shuixiao screamed in pain, and her bun was dissipated. Jiang Lian's heart moved, and was about to see if the chain was really in it. Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught two figures catching up with him again, so he simply kept holding Bai Shuixiao's waist with his other hand, biting his teeth, and slamming her like a sack, knocking the two of them down, and the three of them fell into a ball.

Jiang Lian laughed loudly, feeling that this was really pleasant. He turned his head and shouted in the direction where Meng Qianzi disappeared: "Meng Qianzi, if I die, don't forget what you promised me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a knife on his shoulder. He turned his head to the pain and used all his strength to punch the man in the jaw. The man shook himself and fell backwards. However, a woman in red sling was exposed behind him. Her face was covered in blood and could not see clearly. He only knew that she must be laughing hideously, because the exposed white teeth were covered with blood falling from her face.

He shouted and chased in his ears, mixed with the screams of the mountain dog. Jiang Lian smiled bitterly, and his tone suddenly relaxed: This one after another, one after another, when will it be the end...

With his fingers curled up, he suddenly felt a chain on the ground. Jiang Lian didn't have the strength to check it out again, and subconsciously clenched it into his palm: Is it Meng Qianzi's chain? Maybe it was because Bai Shuixiao's hair bun was scattered just now, and it might have been the one that slipped off at that time...

***

At this moment, in the vast forest and the vast night sky suddenly sounded an indescribable majestic roar.

The sound was like a wave of air, pushing and swelling, sounding low, but it seemed to have an invasion of the heart. After the sound, the mountains and forests suddenly became extremely quiet, and the leaves were as calm as if even the wind had stopped.

Those crazy village people were stiff for a moment, and the whistle seemed to arouse the primitive horror of mountains, forests, nights and ferocious beasts that have existed since ancient times.

Not far away, Bai Shuixiao's hair was disguised, and she looked up at the dark forest in the distance. Her face turned as white as paper, and her lips were trembling slightly uncontrollably.

Then, from the deadly silence, a sound gradually oozed out.

At first, it was like a wind, which reminded people of the line "The wind is rustling and the trees are rustling". Then, rustling sounds covered the sky, like thousands of ways, gathering into the mountains and valleys, all following this place. The trees in the distance couldn't stop shaking, and waves surged, like endless waves floating in the air.

Jiang Lian was stunned when he saw it. The woman beside him tightly held the sickle and forgot to attack him. Her teeth couldn't help but tremble slightly. Her hair stood up on her exposed shoulders and arms.

Bai Shuixiao murmured: "Go."

The first time she said that she didn't make any sound, she almost absurdly remembered Kuang Meiying. It turned out that in extremely terrifying situations, even her vocal cords would lose their strength, and she would really lose her voice.

Bai Shuixiao swallowed. This time, the sound seemed to be squeezing out, so sharp that it changed: "Go away!"

At this moment, the villagers woke up as if they were dreaming and ran away. Among the defeated crowd, Qiu Dong, who was lying on the mountain doors, was covered in blood, raised his head and shouted: "The mountain beasts are moving! Hurry up and form a formation!"

While he was talking, he also saw Jiang Lian, remembering that this man seemed to be helping Meng Qianzi just now. After hesitating for a while, he shouted at him: "Come here too, hurry up!"

At this time, it was right to do it. Jiang Lian staggered and rushed over in three steps. When he arrived in front of him, he heard the sound of falling to the ground like raindrops. He turned his head to look at it. He saw countless wild monkeys flying in the sky, flying from the undulating tree canopy, and more were still climbing high, like someone was driving him to chase the group of people.

Qiu Dong pulled Jiang Lian hard, pulled him to the center of several people, and quickly formed a formation.

The so-called "formation" is just a posture: several people rush backs inside, face out, all of them are on the ground, their toes are raised, their bodies are leaning towards the center, and their heads are connected together, forming a conical shape, their hands stand on both sides of the head like deer antlers, their five fingers are spread out, and they seem to be muttering words in their mouths.

Jiang Lian was surrounded by the silence, and could only kneel down. He found that blood was falling from his head. When he looked up, one of the Yados was too seriously injured. Although he had the support of his companions to form a formation, he could not stand up. His body kept shaking, and the entire formation was in danger. Jiang Lian reached out to press his back, supported him like a slanted bracket, and looked out through the gap between several people's legs.

At this time, the crowds dispersed, the lanterns, flashlights and torches were scattered all over the ground, the messy lights extended against the ground, the leaping flames did not burn completely, the momentum gradually weakened, and made a slight sound of swaying. As we all know, only by setting the light source at a high place can illuminate a space to the greatest extent. Now all the light is low, which makes the slightly higher places fall into a dim blur.

But in the almost unreal darkness, there were constant agile and fast shadows passing by.

There was a group of more than ten, as thin as a dog, with a very fierce aura. Jiang Lian suspected that it was Miao wolf, that is, Ma Biaozi. There were huge figures, more than five or six hundred pounds, and a black wind rolled over by the side. The fangs that were slanted out were like sharp blades that were inserted upside down. There were also a few slightly smaller ones following them. They should be the rumored wild boars that were as big as iron plows in Xiangxi. There were several cats that looked bigger than cats, with cloud-like soil and black markings beside them, and there were wild cloud leopards; there were also hissing sounds, and the scales on their bodies were covered with cold light, and they disappeared with a sound, most of which were pythons that would change their qualities when they talked about...

He was close to so many beasts that were only known for, but there was no iron cage. The huge oppression and danger aura invaded his body. Jiang Lian could not stop some divine decisiveness. He swallowed, closed his eyes and calmed down. He gradually heard the "spell" that Qiu Dong and the others repeatedly chanted in a low voice.

That is not a spell, it is the "Mountain Ghost Chapter" written by Qu Yuan in "Chu Ci. Nine Songs".

Are you asking for blessing from the legendary ancestor grandmother? Will the mysterious and beautiful female monster who lived thousands of years ago really protect them?

Jiang Lian originally didn't believe these things, but he couldn't help but believe what he saw in front of him.

The surroundings gradually became quiet, and the leaping fire had already been extinguished, and there was no sound of swaying. Qiu Dong and the others' low and hoarse voices mixed together, becoming clearer and clearer-

"...... I was brought by the girl's lyrics, and I was both looking at her and laughing. I rode the red leopard and followed the literary raccoon, and I formed the osmanthus flag..."

The reciting stops here.

Jiang Lian looked outward.

He finally saw Meng Qianzi.

***

Meng Qianzi is completely different from before, and she is different from before. She wears very little clothes. Her sleeves, hem and trousers should have been cut off with a knife. She has some kumis wrapped around her waist. Most of her skin is exposed, and she is highlighted by the dark night, and she is particularly fair.

She has a good figure, but she is definitely not the kind of beauty that is weak: her shoulders and neck are straight, her waistline is smooth, her slender and strong arms, and her slender and strong legs. When she walks, you can vaguely see the well-proportioned and tight muscles. She is walking barefoot, with long hair loose, slightly messy, and bloodstains on her arms and legs, but these do not make her embarrassed, but add some almost wild charm and tension.

She followed...

Jiang Lian took a breath of cold air.

That's a tiger.

He knew how the roar came before. Tigers roared in the mountains and forests, and there is also a saying that "the wind follows the tiger, and the clouds follow the dragon." The wind is a vibrating air. The wind and tigers feel each other. The roar sounds and the wind follows the wind from all sides, and it turns out.

Jiang Lian has not seen a tiger, but over the years, the tiger has either been zoo or cartoonized, so that he almost forgot the true nature of the tiger.

This is a tiger of only a little age, and it is also a big tiger with a body length of nearly three meters. The tip of the head is slightly raised, and the tail of the tiger like a steel brush is about one meter long. It is rare for the South China tiger species to grow to such a huge size.

When it moves, the meat pad is thick and silent, but the piece of meat on its body rises and falls very strongly. You can imagine how the force is hidden under the cover of the fur. I heard that the tiger's palm power is as heavy as a ton, so it can easily kill a person. I don't know if it is true.

Due to insufficient light, in the dark night, the two tiger eyes looked like two big ping-pong balls with white light, but the tiger eyes were still afraid to look at them, fearing that the soul would take them and the soul would take them.

When this man passed by, Jiang Lian even held his breath.

Not only him, but Qiu Dong and others were also stiff and forced to pass this moment. Jiang Lian noticed that Meng Qianzi had knife wounds on his arms and thighs, and the blood marks on his side were also flowing out of these wounds, but this must not be the color hanging during the fight: because the upper three are horizontal and the lower three are reverse arcs, arranged neatly and the intervals are almost the same.

Meng Qianzi led the tiger and stood not far away, freezing the two backs in Jiang Lian's eyes.

A little further away, there are beast roars, and occasionally, there will be one or two extremely shrill voices.

I don’t know how long it took, but Jiang Lian saw that Meng Qianzi lowered his hand and touched the tiger’s head.

The tiger raised its body, turned around and walked away. At first it was a very slow tiger step. After a while, it rushed into the vast night.

It was not until this time that the people around him really relaxed. Jiang Lian heard Qiu Dong's murmur: "There are really no tigers in the mountains of Xiangxi."

Someone from the side replied to him: "Yes, I heard from my uncle that in 1949, the People's Liberation Army suppressed bandits and destroyed tigers. In half a year, more than 80 were destroyed in the eight counties in the district. Four of them were killed in the depression behind my uncle's village... Now, in such a deep mountain, Miss Meng has put such a big curse, so she... Only this one looks a little old, and she doesn't even have a tiger cub around her."

I'm afraid it's the last one in the mountains in western Hunan.

***

When the mountain beasts move, they gather in an aggressive wave, which is quite shocking, but when they go, they only scatter. Except for the occasional one or two beast roars that are gradually distant, they are almost silent.

Everything that just happened seemed like a night dream in the mountains and forests.

Several bonfires were lit one after another, and a thrilling battlefield was a moment ago, and it became a temporary camp.

Almost everyone in the mountain ghosts were injured, two of them were seriously injured, and Qiu Dong and the others did not bring medicine, so they could only make a mistake. They took a few minor injuries and selected herbs nearby, and then divided the people into two groups, one group to take care of the seriously injured, and the other group to help Meng Qianzi bandage them.

Without a cloth, they could only cut their clothes and pulled them. The sound of the cloth strips was constantly ripping. Jiang Lian couldn't get it, so he just stood up to avoid hindering others' affairs.

It was not until Qiu Dong finished bandaging Meng Qianzi that he walked up and handed her the thing in his hand: "You."

Meng Qianzi and Qiu Dong looked up together.

As the bright fire light leaped, a golden and copper chain hung between Jiang Lian's fingers. The end of the chain trembled lightly, and several thin circles rubbed against each other, making a very slight ringtone.

Qiu Dong stammered his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he held back and didn't say anything.

Meng Qianzi refused to comment: "This one."

She raised her hand to take it, and accidentally stroked his fingertips until she grabbed the chain into her palm. She chuckled and looked up at him again: "It's clear, you can leave."
Chapter completed!