The skull in the mud didn't scare Mustache. He had seen it a lot. When he first touched the skull, he felt a little strange. The Germans were very careful when cleaning the mud near the entrance. If there was a skull, it would definitely be there.
stuck in the machine.
This thought lasted only a moment. Before he finished thinking about it, Mustache felt an evil aura, and the skull in the mud seemed to glow with a very weak phosphorescence. He suddenly took his hand back. There was no light around, and he was originally there.
In this case, Mustache couldn't see anything and could only crawl forward by feeling. But when he took his hand back, the darkness in front of him suddenly lit up.
I don’t know if this bright light is real, because in that environment, people’s ability to distinguish between real light sources and hallucinations is not very strong. Mustache saw what was in front of him, very close in front of him.
A bald man was squatting in the mud. It was raining and the temperature was very low, but this bald man was shirtless, showing tattoos all over his body.
This was a man who was as thin as a ghost, with bone marks underneath his skin. He was squatting in the mud, constantly picking up things from the mud and stuffing them into his mouth to chew. When Mustache saw him
When he did, the man slowly raised his head and looked at his mustache. His eye circles were blue, as if he hadn't slept in a hundred years.
This kind of scene makes people's scalp numb just thinking about it. A thin, ghost-like man with blue circles under his eyes squatted in front of him, chewing things dug out of the mud. The mustache had no other way to go, look.
At the same time as he reached this person, the alloy pipe held in his other hand was stabbed out.
The bright light was like an invisible bubble. When the alloy tube pierced out, the light suddenly disappeared, and the surrounding area fell into darkness again. The alloy tube pierced the air, and the mustache rolled on the spot, but something very strange happened next.
It happened. The mud on the ground seemed to suddenly come to life. Like hands, it rolled up the mustache. The shallow mud suddenly became very deep, and the mustache was completely sunken.
He could hardly struggle. Not only was a large piece of mud rolled up together, but in the surrounding darkness there were sounds like beast-like teeth grinding, or like many people chewing bones together. The sound was very scary.
Mustache stretched out a hand with difficulty, and swept the alloy tube in front of his eyes. This action caused him to make mistakes. It seemed that a pair of cold hands suddenly grabbed his neck in the mud rolling in from all sides. Mustache raised his hand.
Just block it, but all he touches is a piece of it
There was nothing else but the slimy mud. And the hands that were squeezing his neck kept exerting force, and the mustache could not see anything. He just wanted to temporarily struggle out of this mud, but it seemed that there were stretching out of the mud.
Countless hands came out and tugged at the mustache.
Haunted by hundreds of ghosts.
All the mustache's skills were immediately useless, and his eyes and nose were almost covered with mud. However, his special skills were revealed again. The more dangerous he became, the calmer he became. He simply closed his eyes and jumped hard, trying to get a
It was time to breathe. The frightening noise around him became louder and louder, as if there were a pack of hungry wolves nearby. When Mustache had no strength left to struggle, they would swarm him and bite him to pieces.
He tossed back and forth for a while, and gradually discovered a phenomenon. The hands in the mud, or the weird power, and the sound would become stronger as the strength of his struggle increased. In other words, the struggle
The more powerful it is, the greater the power. Ordinary people cannot discover this, because when they suddenly encounter such a situation, people who are not particularly mentally strong will almost faint. Their desire to survive is greater than anything else, and they will struggle desperately.
Escape.
Thinking about it, Mustache deliberately slowed down his struggle. Sure enough, the pair of hands in the mud also restrained a little, and the noise was relatively weakened. In the end, Mustache simply stopped all actions, and his whole body was soaked in the mud.
At this time, he heard something very unusual among the noise.
This noise was mixed with the noise, and it was difficult to detect. It was a very slight but continuous sound of chanting, a string of ancient and obscure spells floating in the chaotic and terrifying sound. Calmness of mind is the most important thing to find a way out in a crisis.
Xiaozhu distinguished the basic factors, and then discovered that the sound of this kind of mantra was traceable, unlike the noise, which was vague and formless.
He quickly and continuously identified the real source of the chanting sound. The situation at this time was extremely dangerous. There was a German camp in the distance. Although the sound of rain was covering it up, but the noise was too loud, there would definitely be
Bring people over.
It took him two or three minutes to finally identify the real source of the chanting sound. He moved his mustache slightly a few times, adjusted his body posture, and then secretly accumulated all his strength and suddenly emerged from the mud. From the mud
Invisible hands were dragging him, which greatly hindered Mustache's movements, but he knew that all of this was caused by the faint sound of a mantra.
Mustache tried his best to suppress the noise caused by the struggle and killing. Although his speed was hindered, it was still very fast. However, he could only barely throw forward seven or eight meters away, still far away from the real source of the sound.
There was a certain distance, and the resistance outside him became stronger and stronger. He held back his strength and jumped out in the air, and the alloy tube immediately took action.
This time it was still missed, but there was no problem with the direction and position of Mustache's induction. A shadow hurriedly dodged in the dark rain curtain, avoiding the fatal blow. Once Mustache found the source of the sound, he would fight to the death to get rid of him.
.If he was not obstructed by external forces, he could immediately launch a second attack, but that was not possible now. He stabbed the air with one blow and fell into the muddy water again. He remained motionless, gathering strength, and at the same time tightly locked onto the shadow that had just jumped out.
In a short period of time, Mustache launched his second culling. In fact, he had no advantage at all, because he was restricted by the environment, and the shadow of the mantra was also very flexible. Knowing that Mustache was targeting him, he was more careful. When Little Beard
When the beard pierced the air for the second time and the body fell into the muddy water again, the shadow suddenly stopped, and then a bright light came out.
This bright light was not an illusion, it was emitted by a real light source. The light only flashed for a moment and was turned off. But while the light was flashing, Mustache saw the person holding the light source, who was very thin and wrapped in a big robe.
Wearing a grimace mask on his face.
"Is it you?"
The mustache and the figure stopped at the same time. The other party only said two words, but the mustache could tell that it was Duoji's stiff voice.
As soon as the chanting stopped, the invisible hands around Mustache seemed to disappear all of a sudden, and all the resistance and sounds disappeared. At this time, Duoji turned on the light source again, and this weird Aoji wizard looked at Mustache.
The impression was very good. He bent down and picked up the skull from the muddy water, stuffed it into his robe, and then put it next to his mustache.
The rain was still falling, and the muddy water was bitingly cold, but Dorje stood in the mud with his bare feet wrapped in a robe, as if he didn't feel the cold. Dorje turned on the light source, which attracted the attention of those in the camp far away, but Dorje shouted
When he went out, no one said anything. He was a Zhou Botong type of person in the team. As long as he did what he was supposed to do, no one would dare to care about him.
"You're here too." Dorje grinned with a mask on, squatted on the ground, and gestured back and forth, saying that he was grabbing something in the mud. His interests were different from those of the German team, so he didn't care about the mustache at all.
What are you doing here? It’s just that the mustache didn’t turn on the light source and quietly came out of the entrance. Duoji knew that this was definitely not someone in the team, so he took action first.
Duoji squatted on the ground and smiled, just like a beggar squatting on the street and eating his fill. But at this moment, Mustache suddenly envied him. The weird Duoji had no worries, no burdens and no pressure.
Do whatever you want to do, come when you are happy, leave when you are not happy, and live a life that is unrestrained.
How many people in this world can liberate themselves from endless pressure and worries?
Duoji asked how the situation of Jialuorong was. Xiaozhu looked into the dark distance and saw that Jialuorong was still there. He nodded and said it was very good.
"Let's go, there's still time to meet." Duoji liked the taciturn and stone-cold Mustache, so he asked Mustache to leave in the dark, saying that he would let Mr. Zhao take him to find Mustache in the future.
Mustache thought for a while and asked Duoji if he knew about a funnel-like instrument with a golden luster. Duoji scratched the mask on his face, thought for a long time, and said that he had never seen it or heard anything about it.
, otherwise you won’t be able to find any impression in your memory.
Mustache left, and Duoji took him to the edge of Silt Lake. Then, Mustache returned to the place where he hid before. It had probably rained all day, and the road was very difficult to walk.
After he had walked far away, he turned on the weak light source and followed the rugged road little by little back to the hiding place. When he returned here, he was a little surprised, and at the same time there was another inexplicable emotion flowing in his heart.
.
Jialuorong lay quietly on the spot, not moving an inch. The rain had already started to fall. Her hat, hair, and clothes were soaked by the rain. Her lips were blue from the cold, and there was no trace of blood on her face. She was so delicate.
My weak body was shaking all the time.
There was a shelter from the rain a few meters behind her, but Jialuorong always remembered that Mustache said not to let her move, so she just waited here. After Mustache said so, she did just that.