At night, the hillsides are filled with mist, accompanied by coolness and humidity, which makes breathing extremely uncomfortable.
I half-bent over, carefully kneading the biscuits Tieshan picked up.
He then asked Xiao Yuer to take out the remaining biscuits in his backpack and compare them. From the packaging to the brand to the taste, he carefully observed and did not dare to be careless.
"How is it? Is it the same?" Tieshan Hei asked with a stern face.
I nodded with difficulty and said: "The production dates are all the same, there is no reason for such a coincidence."
"Have we entered the Gu formation?" Xiao Yu'er said in a panic: "Here, we haven't reached Mojiazhai yet."
"I'm good at fighting, but I don't know how to fight or not." Tieshan looked at Ji Qinghe helplessly and said, "What do you think?"
Ji Qinghe didn't answer immediately. She put down her backpack, took out the compass from it, got up and walked back and forth.
Ji Qinghe went back and forth, back and forth, left and right, several times.
"It's a Gu array. The compass is disturbed and the direction cannot be determined." Ji Qinghe said thoughtfully: "There are no Gu insects, and the road is repeated back and forth. This is a confusing array in the Gu array."
"Is there a way to solve it?" I asked.
Ji Qinghe blurted out: "Seal of the Universe."
"The Seal of Heaven and Earth was taken away by Sister Lingxi." Xiao Yu'er reminded.
A flash of stiffness flashed across Ji Qinghe's delicate cheeks, and he quickly rummaged through his backpack and said, "If the Qiankun Seal is in my hand, I have a 90% chance of breaking through the formation and leaving."
"But now that the Qiankun Seal is gone, I only have half a chance at most."
"I try my best."
As she spoke, she took out a small wooden box from her backpack.
The black wooden box is square, a bit like a woman's jewelry box.
Simple and smooth, thick yet compact.
There is a seal paper on it, a cinnabar painting, a flying dragon and a phoenix.
"Tieshan, find some dead branches to make a fire." Ji Qinghe ordered: "Don't go too far, and be sure to stay within our line of sight to avoid being troubled by the maze and leaving the team."
"Okay, please be careful." Tieshan used a strong flashlight to collect dead branches.
Ji Qinghe continued: "Suning, stay in front and block the wind for me."
"Okay." I immediately changed my position and stopped in front of Ji Qinghe. I looked curiously at the small wooden box in her hand, making random guesses about what treasures were inside.
"squeak."
The small drawer was opened, and several butterflies cut from yellow paper appeared in front of my eyes.
Ji Qinghe carefully pinched one out and placed it flat in the palm of his right hand, and explained to us: "Spirit butterflies are specially used to explore paths."
I wanted to laugh but I didn't have the nerve to say, "It's made of paper."
"Well, this is not ordinary paper." Ji Qinghe bit off his index finger, smeared the paper butterfly with blood and said, "The special talisman paper refined by my father needs to be cut by a boy under ten years old, and the Kunlun secret method is used to gather spiritual wisdom.
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"When blood-eating is turned on, one can fly for half an hour."
"When the time comes, I will be connected to the butterfly mentally, and it will temporarily serve as my eyes and ears."
"It's like a voodoo, but it doesn't need to be fed like a voodoo."
Ji Qinghe moved softly and said: "There are formation eyes in the formation. Due to environmental factors, I can't search everywhere, so I can only use them."
I suddenly said: "Then why did you ask Tieshan to light a fire? To keep warm?"
"Warm you big-headed ghost." Ji Qinghe rolled his eyes and said: "After the paper butterfly is channeled, it needs to be tempered by fire, so that it will become lighter."
While we were talking, Tieshan came back carrying a pile of dry firewood.
Ji Qinghe instructed: "Here, put it next to Suning and burn it."
Soon, the bonfire was lit, and the burning dead branches crackled.
Ji Qinghe put his hands together and muttered something.
I saw a wolf-hair pen thrown out of her sleeve, and she threw it fiercely with both hands upward.
The next moment, the pen was sandwiched between her index finger and middle finger, and she accurately clicked on the floating paper butterfly.