"In this case, the time, place and special weather are indispensable. Most of the things that ghosts hit the wall are born in places where obstacles block the road, and most of the things are cemeteries or foggy and malaria, which are gathering places for this thing. In the wilderness and mountains, if you want to say that we encounter ghosts hit the wall, I will believe it, but on the grassland?

"Tsk, Miss Lenghuo, ghost hits a wall by fog or a special magnetic field, traps people near obstacles, and interferes with human brain waves by fog or magnetic field, causing you to make wrong judgments about the direction, or be confused, traps you near several or more obstacles. This is the basic principle of ghost hits a wall.

"Miss Lenghuo, look, are there obstacles here? There are circles of weeds everywhere!"

Let Wuhun's meal be cut and drunk quickly, making Lenghuo Xueyu dizzy.

"But, isn't there still a lot of fog? Didn't you say there is a special situation? The yin energy is heavy and the air is cold. This is more or less normal. How can you know that we have not encountered ghosts and walls? If it weren't for ghosts, then we have been walking for more than half an hour, why haven't we reached the destination yet, and the direction of the route is right, but the destination has not arrived for a long time. Also, after walking for a long time, let alone ghosts, I haven't even seen a rabbit. Do you think all this was born is normal?"

Faced with the questions raised by Leng Huo Xueyu, Wuhun was also difficult to answer for a while. His thoughts are very confused now, and these questions are also several of the questions that have always troubled him.

Facing the sharp problem of cold fire, snow rain, Wuhun could only spread his hands.

"Okay, I'm impressed by your innocence. I can't answer you some questions. This is one of the few questions that bother me, but please believe me, it's definitely unlikely to be a ghost to hit a wall."

Leng Huoxueyu's mouth raised to the right, revealing an unknown expression.

"It's no longer important whether a ghost hits a wall or not. This is not the point I want to say. Now our focus is to find a place to rest. It's really not important whether a ghost hits a wall or not. Anyway, don't you say it anymore. This is absolutely unlikely. I just want to go to bed and eat early. I'm so tired. This is a damn day. I hope we can get out of this pile of weeds as soon as possible."

Wuhun was still a little surprised by the words of cold fire, snow and rain.

"When did Leng Huo Xueyu, this storm woman, speak like this? It's not in line with her usual habits. According to the plot, shouldn't she argue with me well? The script is not written like this, and she is becoming less and less regular! "

Guan Guang suddenly shouted: "Don't make a fuss about you two, come and have a look. We may be about to get to the place."

Wuhun and Leng Huoxueyu flashed to Guan Guang's side, Wuhun said: "What, Xiaoguangguang, you are looking for clues."

Leng Huo Xueyu then asked Wuhun: "Hey, weren't you still lost just now? Why did you find a way out so quickly?"

Guan Guang said: "Actually, our route and direction are not wrong. The land is too dark, and the several places are too far away, so we don't see it very clearly. In fact, we seem to have walked past the station."

"What?" Leng Huo Xueyu was the first to shout, "What did you say we have walked through? Hello, what did you do? Looking at the picture, you made such a big mistake. What else do you think you can do?"

"Tsk, can this be my fault? It's not that it's too dark everywhere, I can't see clearly on the road, so I've gone wrong. I listen to me this time and go to the northwest direction, I can't go wrong."

Guan Guang and Wuhun came out in the northwest one after another, and Leng Huo Xueyu could only follow behind, but he kept muttering in his mouth.

"It's right again, I really don't know how many you can have!"

In the middle of the night, the cool breeze blew by, and the weeds outside the cave sounded trembling.

The soulless Leng Huo Xueyu and the other three, after going through hardships, finally found the location of this supply site, hidden behind a pile of weeds.

A cave with a huge rock mechanism. This cave is covered up very secretly. You don’t know where, if you look carefully, you won’t know that there will be a cave.

Although the cave is blocked by huge rocks, some places inside are still very humid due to the climate of the wasteland.

When Wuhun and the others confirmed this cave, it was also a waste.

The three of them ate something quickly and fell asleep one after another.

Although the night in the wasteland was very cool, the cool wind could not resist the destruction of sleepiness, and the three of them slept very heavily.

The cool wind only brought them a thin quilt at the right time, making the dull cave a little more comfortable.

Wuhun was originally a very vigilant person. In recent years of his career, he had already developed the ability to fall down and be able to sleep and smell while sleeping.

Although you can fall asleep after falling down, you can wake up all of a sudden as long as someone or something moves.

But for some reason today, he slept very heavily.

He frowned, as if he was thinking about something, or something that was born on him.

The soulless ignorance seemed to create a temporary sadness. This sadness seemed to last for half a century, and even he himself didn't know why he appeared in such a place.

A palace with a magnificent golden wall is full of golden tables, chairs, pens, gold papers, etc. Anyway, everything is the golden color he hates, but this place looks like a turbulent momentum and a majesty that he should not underestimate.

The most important thing is that in such a place, corpses lying all over the ground were covered with red blood stains, and blood and golden colors were mixed together.

Wuhun showed that he was also lying on the ground, his solemn robe with purple gold edges covered with blood.

He didn't know why he appeared here, and he had a faint concern here.

Wuhun wanted to stand up, but he couldn't move. He was pressing on his body, as if he was a dead person.

She shed a lot of blood, and the red blood dripped on her white water-coated skirt, blooming like orchids.

Wuhun didn't know that tears suddenly fell in the corner of his eyes. For some reason, he didn't see her face clearly, and he was so uneasy.

When he finally saw the picture clearly, buried deep in the silk thread and pale face after blood loss, countless women's faces flashed in his mind, familiar, unfamiliar, strange, and not strange, all turned into faint petals, scattered in the dust on earth, and did not know where to go.

Wuhun didn't know that so many beautiful figures would appear in his mind, like the drizzle falling on a sunny day floating into his mind, leaving a faint mark.

When Wuhun had no time to catch anything, he was taken away by the gentle wind, coming and going in a hurry, just for the hurried traces.

The faint image is just the smell of wine left over from the passers-by year. The faint pain is no longer a back view painted in the heart. The long scroll of thousands of illusory was already finished when the night was shattered, and was framed in the hall where we were together. On the roof of the hall, there was a moment of blood and tears.

Although the flowers were falling one after another, Wu Soul vaguely remembered who was deeply buried in his mind.

Wuhun thought about it and thought it was a bit ridiculous.

Really? It was him who hidden deep in his mind!

Wuhun smiled and suddenly all the eyes disappeared, only the red gold color and the bright red blood color. It kept turning in front of Wuhun's eyes. Wuhun was drowsy, his mind sank, and his eyes were dark again.

Wuhun felt that it took a long time to wait, and his consciousness gradually woke up. He opened his eyes, "Where has he been here again?"

The dark sky, the sinking earth, the gray trees, and the black grass.

Wuhun stood up and walked forward aimlessly.

I don’t know how long I walked, but a door appeared in front of him. Wuhun subconsciously opened the handle of the door and walked in.

Behind the door is a cemetery, with graves like mounds everywhere.

Wuhun looked at the neatly lined graves in front of him, and the cold feeling was from numbness to his toes.

The gloomy cold wind blew past the grave, blowing the burning paper pressing against the grave, making a terrifying sound.

Wuhun was about to think of a way to Zili this place because it was too unlucky and he was also trembling with coldness.

He was about to turn his head when a clattering sound of wooden clogs came from behind him.

Wuhun made a clever move, "What's going on? Who would come to such a place at night, it's gloomy. No, it's all for me to encounter. It's not bad for the big night, it's also unlucky in broad daylight. What should I do? I pretended not to hear anything and didn't have anything to do, so I ran over directly, but I turned around and said hello to her."

Wuhun's heart was struggling with this problem, and gusts of cool breeze passed by him.

The soulless head gradually calmed down by the cool breeze.

"I'd better leave here quickly. It's better to have less trouble than more trouble."

Wuhun thought it was pretty good, but his legs were out of control. He obviously wanted to move forward, but his legs were like turning back.

"Hey, oh, what's going on? Oh, why are my legs out of control? Mom?"

Wuhun was anxious and the more he wanted to move his legs over, the more he turned backwards.

The soulless legs were watching the soulless and turned backwards without consciousness.

Wuhun closed his eyes and thought to himself, what was going on with my body? Why didn’t I listen to my orders?

Wuhun had no idea why all this was for and why he was so afraid of what was behind him.

"Isn't it just some things I imagined, what's there to be afraid of? I haven't been afraid of many storms. Why are you so weird today? I'm so scared? I'm so scared. Could it be that what's behind me has anything to do with me? I don't dare to face it.

"Hmph, what do you dare not face? My life is up to me and not to God. No matter what, as long as I want, I will not give up any opportunity, and I will hold all the things I want, I love, and I think in my hands. No matter how much you shout, no matter how much you spit on me, I will not let go. If you have anything to be afraid of, let me see what you are, which makes me so frightened."

Wuhun slowly opened his eyes, as bright as the sun shining like a sea of ​​stars, his hands clenched with fists gradually loosened, and he looked at everything in front of him calmly.

"Huh", Wuhun said lightly: "What's going on? There's nothing, where did the sound of wooden shoes go?"

Wuhun looked at the graves in confusion. In the vague night, the fog on the graves was bright and white.

Suddenly, a red silk flashed in front of the soulless eyes, and a woman wearing a long skirt of phoenix-slide gold embroidered in the blood-red flower embroidered with flowers appeared in the vast white mist.

It is three feet tall and beautiful, with pearls and jade on its head, and the wooden shoes under its feet are clattering. The evil moon in the sky will turn red.

Wuhun saw clearly that there was a woman standing in front of him, looking at her outfit as if she was about to marry into the boudoir.

"What's the matter? Why did a bride run here in the middle of the night?"

The soulless brain that was trapped in it seemed to be broken, and it became dull in thinking about some problems. Some very clear things just can't figure it out...
Chapter completed!