Xing De climbed up from the ground with great difficulty. The mud on the ground was very slippery, which almost made him fall down again. Fortunately, Fu Shuo helped him. The two of them were both water and muddy, and they didn't know how long they had been pulling each other and running away.

Now Fu Shuo's body was very painful, and the heavy rain had stopped at some point. Only the two of them were stumbled in the mud, one step deep and one step shallow, and they didn't know how many fights they had fallen.

The night here was particularly dark, and it seemed that there was no light at all. But a faint light came from a place far away. Xing De was immediately happy and looked at Fu Shuo, but saw Fu Shuo frowning and whispering: "Something is wrong!"

The two left the Shura-like killing field, but rushed to the convoy to get a little thing and didn't dare to stay for a long time. They braved the heavy rain to escape from the distance. They stabbed the monster with one sword just a lucky chance. Not to mention that the sword energy that Fu said now cannot be used. Even if the sword energy can be used, the monster's movements are like wind and there is no good chance, and it will not be hit at all.

The two of them had run deep and shallow, and they didn't know how long they had been running. They were already wet and covered in mud and felt extremely uncomfortable. But when they encountered such a lively scene, Xing De couldn't control himself and said, "Maybe they were the villagers doing some funerals!"

"Impossible. I haven't seen a village along the way. You don't know that there are so many bandits here now. Which village dares to do weddings so arrogantly?" Fu said.

Xing Dedao: "Maybe it was the gathering of heroes and heroes on the Green Forest Road?"

"It's hard to say whether it's a robber party. It's not a good way anyway! By the way, what's the way the gang of horse bandits just now?" Fu Shuo asked as if he remembered something.

Xing De thought about it and said, "Looking at the way those people are not Green Forest heroes, they look more like official troops who have fallen into the grass!"

Fu Shuo nodded, deeply in agreement. Those horse thieves were not only cunning, but also acted like the wind, and they were indeed more like the style of the army.

They stood far away and heard the noise of people, and the noisy sound of urging people everywhere, drifting over with the wind. It seemed that a village was holding a banquet, setting up dozens of tables of wine, and the smell of wine drifted everywhere.

They were ruthless and they took out a lot of things from the caravan, but now there was no one that could be used to fill their stomachs.

Xing De gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go up and take a look. If something is wrong, come and save me!" After a fight just now, Xing De was already very impressed by Fu Shuo. Unexpectedly, this weak scholar was so ruthless and steady, much better than him, who had been to the Green Forest. Although he was known as a hero in the Green Forest, he was actually boasted, otherwise he would not have been so down and down.

As he said that, he walked forward without waiting for Fu Shuo to answer, and walked three or five feet away. His feet became soft, as if he had stepped on something soft, and he fell down again. He pressed his hands and felt greasy and slippery, with a unique and unpleasant smell of vomit after being drunk.

If Xing De had definitely made him scream in the past, but now he was covered in mud, and his disgust naturally dissipated a lot. Several fires were burning, and even if they were still more than ten meters away, they could see clearly. He subconsciously saw what he had stepped on. He should be a drunk and unlucky person lying on the ground.

However, when he looked at the unlucky man lying on the ground carefully, he suddenly felt a cold sweat flowing out. The guy on the ground was definitely not a human. If all of them were half rotten and the guy covered with maggots could be considered a human!

He doubted whether he was blinded by his eyes, otherwise how could such a ridiculous scene have happened. But something that made Xing De even more afraid happened. The guy covered in maggots was awakened by him and actually struggled to get up, muttering: "Wine, wine. I'm not drunk, can I continue to drink!"

Xing De's heart was chilling. Before he could react, the maggot guy had already hugged Xing De's shoulder and said, "Let's go back and continue drinking!"

At this time, he was so scared that he was almost suffocated, his head was blank, and he was half pulled to the banquet by the maggot guy. At this time, he was too scared and he had even forgotten the disgust.

Xing De could see clearly that all those who drank were strangely shaped, none of them looked like normal people, and another skeleton was sitting at the table in a big way, desperately pouring wine into his mouth, and the wine flowed out of his ribs and fell down.

Seeing this, Xing De's mouth twitched a few times, wanting to laugh, but what he laughed was even worse than crying. He prayed in his heart that Fu said he would never come over. He was afraid that Fu said he would be far away and could not see clearly that he was brought to the banquet by the enthusiastic villagers, so he would be done!

He was pressed by the black-haired guy at the wine table, and suddenly, a horse's face was drunk and handed over a rough magnetic wine bowl: "Drink, don't go back if you don't get drunk!"

Xing De hesitated for a moment, and the bowl of wine was forcibly poured into his mouth and gulped into his throat. The wine was much stronger than the rice wine he usually drank. It seemed like it was burned by fire when he reached his throat. Unpredictable, he coughed violently, and the wine choked out from his fragile eyes and nose, causing his tears and snot to flow out for a moment.

"Hahahaha," the ghosts around him laughed: "I can't tell that this tender skin and boy has a good alcohol content, and it will definitely taste good after cooking. This is called eating drunk sheep!"

After hearing this, Xing De shivered and shivered. Seeing the monsters in front of him surrounded him, they stared at him with malicious eyes, which almost scared him to his heart stop beating. He wanted to struggle, but for some reason, but he was cold all over his body and couldn't move at all.

"That guy is just a trap. We have a good time today and can eat fresh human flesh!" The ghosts around him were hilarious again, and the eyes of Xing De looked like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

What the hell is this place? Why are there so many monsters? Xing De was extremely afraid. He just left the wolf's den and entered the tiger's mouth. He just hoped that he would just have another dream. When he woke up, everything in front of him would naturally disappear.

At this time, there was chaos at the banquet outside, and Fu Shuo came in with one sword.

Fu Shuo's steps were very strange and had a strange and unspeakable rhythm. This was also a kind of footwork passed down by his family, which was usually the steps he took when practicing big characters. In the past, he felt that his family didn't know what to say. Why do you need to take such strange steps when practicing writing big characters? It was almost the same as the Yu step when he was doing rituals. But after he traveled through time and practiced the Taiyi Tianzun sword technique, he realized that such steps were originally in line with sword techniques.
Chapter completed!