The black baboon did not speak, but his breathing became heavier.
Why don't you ask me?" Saffron's voice was suppressed and painful. Why don't you ask me, why can an ordinary boy in his teens carry you on his back and escape for so long? Why does he use martial arts? Why does the flute spit out thorns?
Human sharpness?
"No need to ask." After a while, the black baboon whispered. There is no need to ask, and there is no need to know. Because in the young man's singing, there is burning the light and heat that he has also experienced.
That kind of singing voice only belongs to a boy of that age.
Saffron's tears suddenly flowed down.
The hair fluttered slightly, and a cold and sinister sickle suddenly struck out from behind the crocus.
"Ding!" Saffron waved the flute with his backhand, lit it on the blade of the sickle, and used the force to jump forward. As soon as he landed on the ground, he kicked off his toes, and in an instant he was more than ten meters away and disappeared into the hair.
The evil ghost retreated instead of advancing, and his body merged into a waving long hair. The next moment, he jumped out from another long hair and intercepted Crocus head-on.
"Dang, Dang, Dang!" The flute and the sickle struck dozens of times in a row, Saffron shouted, and the black and white source of power entangled into two black and white giant snakes, spiraling up and rushing out along the flute blade.
"Peng!" The sickle was shaken by the flute, and the sharp flute blade sank down, came in through the gap, and plunged straight into the evil ghost's chest.
The flute blade was drawn out, and the evil ghost fell down with a "plop". When it landed on the ground, it turned into a thick and long black hair, dancing strangely. Not long after, the evil ghost's figure emerged from the hair again, swung the sickle, and struck at the crocus.
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If this continues, sooner or later, he will be dragged to death. Saffron turns around and fights back, the flute flashes rapidly, dancing into a dense shadow, and the black and white giant snake spins out mysterious spiral power. The evil ghost shakes accordingly, as if
Drunkly spinning around.
Saffron took advantage of the situation and ran away, took out a bottle of alchemical recovery potion, and swallowed it whole. There were dense bushes in all directions, and evil spirits could be reborn infinitely. Find a way to get out, and then you would have a way out.
However, no matter how far he ran, the sea of long hair became wider and seemed to have no end.
A drop of hot liquid splashed on his neck. Saffron turned around and saw that the black baboon was covering his mouth tightly, and purple-black blood kept flowing out of his fingers.
"Uncle!" Saffron screamed miserably.
The black baboon did not answer. If you look carefully, you will see that he has long been unconscious.
Saffron's hands trembled violently. He suddenly understood that he was fighting and leaping all the way, causing the uncle's internal organs on his back to vibrate and poisonous wounds to burst out. The uncle was afraid that the young man would be distracted, so the uncle could not hold back and did not even hum.
One sound.
"There is nothing uglier than living."
"No. There is nothing more magnificent than living."
Saffron laughed with tears in her eyes. He seemed to have returned to that late night, holding the music sheet in his arms, strumming the strings, and heard his uncle say, "Those people once liked my songs so much, but in the blink of an eye, I am nothing."
Already."
He trembled and reached into his arms. The young man put aside all the horse thieves and assassination plans. In the loneliest darkness, none of these mattered.
Only the harmonious voices sang softly.
"I won't go the wrong way." He grabbed the antidote and used all his strength.
His hands suddenly stopped trembling.
Gordon is lost in the endless quagmire.
No matter where he paddled, he couldn't find an exit.
Gordon's physical strength was exhausted little by little, and hunger was like a growing giant beast, devouring his stomach. He had been suffering from hunger these days, and now he could hardly stand it any longer.
His vision gradually became blurred and he became drowsy. "I'm so hungry. I'm really hungry." In a daze, he heard whispers in his ears repeatedly.
Whose voice is it? Is it my own?
"Okay -" Gordon couldn't help but speak, and instinctively sensed the danger. He stopped suddenly, and a trace of cold sweat broke out on his back. He pulled out the Fire Rainbow Dagger and stabbed his forearm. The stinging pain brought temporary sobriety.
If he said "I'm so hungry", would he be assimilated into this quagmire and become one of the countless corpses? Would those corpses who had traveled long distances into the ghost town also lose food and water and suffer from hunger like him?
How to get out of here?
Crocus stopped and stood there, protecting the black baboon with the flute hanging slantingly.
The black baboon lay flat behind him, and his breathing began to slow down. After taking the antidote and a few tubes of alchemical potions, the black baboon improved. His face was no longer so pale, and the blood that oozed out turned bright red.
Saffron breathed evenly and waited silently for the evil ghost. Running around and hiding was of no use. His alchemy potion was also used up, and the black baboon couldn't withstand the fierce torture. He could only find out the evil ghost's weakness during the fight.
Only then can we find vitality.
The mind and body are united, the fire in the stone. The red-haired boy experienced the essence of battle for the first time.
"Dang!" The flute and the knife clashed, sparks bursting out.
The evil ghost jumped out from the hair directly opposite, swept the sickle across, and stirred up a shrieking wind. Crocus's flute struck the middle part of the sickle that was not easy to bear force, and the sickle swung away. Crocus quickly stretched out its legs,
Hooking the dangling robe on the evil ghost's body, he moved it with his toes.
The evil ghost got caught by the hem of his robe and slipped to the ground. The flute struck the evil ghost in the center of his head with lightning speed. "Bang!" The evil ghost's head exploded, and his whole body turned into a long hair again.
Saffron took a deep breath and waited where she was. The evil ghost slowly appeared in her field of vision.
"Dang, Dang, Dang!" The sickle was slashed out, entangled fiercely with the flute blade. After a series of switches of offense and defense, the evil ghost was hit in the crotch by the flute, and the flute blade cut the evil ghost in half from bottom to top.
Tens of seconds later, the evil ghost's ferocious face emerged from the bushes again...
The opponent's heart, throat, head, vagina, armpits, and vagina are not fatal. Saffron waved her flute and blocked the sickle while thinking of countermeasures.
"Bang!" The sickle struck the flute hard again, hitting it repeatedly. The body of the flute couldn't bear the strength and broke into pieces. Saffron slapped his palm quickly, and the fragments rolled towards the evil ghost. He untied the bronze harp from his waist and picked up the harp one by one.
The string suddenly straightened, flashing with a sharp cold light.
A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through his mind. Strange! Why didn't the evil ghost attack the uncle?
Although he fought fiercely with the evil ghost, he still retained some strength to prevent the evil ghost from attacking and killing the black baboon. But until now, the evil ghost has never attacked the black baboon.
The strings trembled, and Crocus jumped out to the side, deliberately keeping a distance from the black baboon. As expected, the sickle followed and slashed Crocus' back, but ignored the approaching black baboon.
See.
Saffron turned her toes and changed direction. The evil ghost also turned around, and the two sides were getting further and further away from the black baboon.
Why did the evil ghost only pursue him? What was the difference between him and his uncle? Saffron's gaze passed over the black baboon and caught a glimpse of his striking bald head.
Bald head! Hairy! Saffron's heart skipped a beat. The evil spirit came towards her with a sickle, its egg-shell-like head smooth and hairless.
With a "poof" sound, the strings passed through the shadows of the knives and pierced the evil ghost's eyebrows. The evil ghost stiffened and fell to death. Immediately afterwards, a short dagger came out of the neck of the piano and sliced through Crocus' head. A large bunch of red hair fell down,
The boy suddenly became bald.
After a while, the evil ghost jumped out of the bush. But this time it held the sickle and looked around blankly, as if it couldn't see the crocuses opposite.
It turns out that evil spirits only chase people with hair. Saffron touched her bare scalp, carried the black baboon on her back, and gradually walked away.
The harmonious songs began to sing softly in his heart again. Before long, he saw the end of the hair bush.