While we were talking, the wind was blowing under our feet. Probably because we had a goal right in front of us, we didn’t even feel tired. We soon arrived nearby, only to find that it had been transformed into a tourist attraction, surrounded by people.
It is a park, various restaurants, and some souvenir shops.
No wonder we had seen a lot of dense crowds here before. It turned out that they all came here for tourism. Fatty and I went in to search for a long time and after asking for directions several times, we found a place where we could climb a mountain.
"Songhe Temple is on Putuo Rock, halfway up the east mountain. We have to go up from here." The fat man pointed to a dense green shade on the mountainside. I looked vaguely and saw hundreds of towering ancient cypress trees, almost blocking out the clouds.
Even the temple itself is covered in it. It must be an ancient temple that has been around for some time.
We had already passed several kilometers from getting off the train to here. Both of us felt dry in the mouth and tired in our limbs, but we didn't want to waste any more time, so we had to bite the bullet and climb up the stairs.
After walking for a while, I felt an unusual heaviness on my body. Every step I took felt as laborious as running up a few meters. The fat man was panting and sweating, and almost had to carry his legs up the steps with his hands.
The two of us had no choice but to sit down and rest against the rocks in the middle. Although it was already a repaired mountain road and there were escalators next to it, at a glance, we could see the bottomless valley and Putuo, which looked like money was being poured out.
The rock waterfall can't help but feel a little awe-inspiring.
Suddenly, the fat man beside him suddenly stood up and moved slowly towards the edge of the stairs step by step without saying a word, completely ignoring the deep valley under his feet.
"Fat man? What's wrong with you?" I felt something was wrong. There were only two or three steps in front of him before he would fall off the cliff and be shattered to pieces. However, not only was he unhurried, he didn't even hesitate in his steps.
, with a feeling of looking back upon death.
No matter what the fat man's purpose was, I couldn't let him take another step. Although I still felt very tired, I immediately jumped up, grabbed the fat man's shoulders, and tried to drag him back.
I don’t know whether it was because he was too heavy and couldn’t pull him back, or because the opponent was too strong. Not only was I unable to pull him back, but I was slowly dragged forward by the fat man, even though my speed was slightly slower due to my desperate efforts.
It slowed down for a while, but still moved towards the end of the cliff as always.
Just when I was about to let go of my hands and try to switch to my feet to trip him up, I suddenly felt my arm being pulled tightly by a fat and strong palm, like a strong handcuff, locking my wrist.
It hurts.
"Fat man! Wake up! Don't drag me with you even if you want to die!" I realized that he was dragging me down the cliff, and I screamed in shock.
I raised my head and caught a glimpse of the fat man's face. His expression was pale and dull, and his eyes were staring straight ahead, as if he had been possessed by a nightmare. He had turned into a stiff and cold machine, without any extra emotions, with an expression as if he was looking forward to death.
.
His appearance reminded me of those zombies that had become immortal and lifeless but could only act according to their instincts after being possessed by three zombie ghosts.
But shouldn't the three zombies have self-destructed? Could it be that it was actually another deception? Before I had time to think about it, I saw him leaning down and stretching out his other hand. His hands were like shackles, exerting force.
Clamp my neck.
Although he seemed to be unconscious, his movements were done in one go, even more fluid than when he was conscious. He turned my arms around me very smoothly, tightly blocking all the movable joints of my upper body.
Breathing became very difficult, and I couldn't even exert my strength.
What is certain is that the fat man is definitely possessed or controlled by something. It is most likely the three ghosts who have not died cleanly. The strange thing is that along the way, I did not smell any bloody smell. Then
If Gui Jiang really had one breath left and followed us all the way, why didn't he reveal any clues?
I feel the strength on my neck getting stronger and stronger, and the thick arms are clasped tighter and tighter, like two powerful pythons, leaving no chance for the prey to escape. Is this guy usually so strong? He just now
Aren't you still complaining and complaining that you are tired?
The suffocating darkness gradually blinded my eyes. I desperately kicked my limbs and struggled with my remaining strength, but the fat man held me at a very clever angle, making all my actions useless. I could only kick up dust all over the ground in vain.
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An uncontrollable coma flooded my brain, and it became difficult to stay awake. I felt like I was about to be strangled to death before I could fall off the cliff. I even felt a fishy-sweet breath welling up in my throat, like
Several blood vessels in the neck have been severed.
It must be that the will to survive defeated everything at this moment. I subconsciously bit the tip of my tongue, and a mouthful of hot blood rushed straight towards the fat man's face. The blood instantly covered his big face densely.
There is no end to the road. The fat man was stunned at this moment, and the strength in his hands stopped immediately. I took advantage of his lost consciousness and didn't know where the strength came from to turn his entire fat body from behind.
He got up, tried his best to lift it into the air, then flipped half a circle and fell to the slope facing the cliff.
The restraints around my neck were finally lifted, and I took a big breath of fresh air to relieve the suffocation that I had almost suppressed to death. Then I looked back at the fat man on the ground, and found that he was slowly struggling to get up again, with an expressionless face.
The desolation was like a layer of white flour, and he continued walking towards the cliff without hesitation.
"Damn, it's really one bad thing after another!" I touched my pocket, luckily there was a spare charm in it, so I took out a holding charm, no matter what, at least let him not seek death first.
, and don’t drag me along to support you.
I quickly finished reciting the body-fixing spell that I had memorized long ago, and was about to put it on the fat man's face, but suddenly I found that there was only one fragment held tightly at my fingertips. The charm that was originally on my right hand had already turned into a
A few scattered debris falling,
What's going on? I feel like my brain is running out of energy. One moment I clearly remembered that this was a complete and brand-new spell. Why did it turn into shreds of paper the next moment?
But as the fat man approached the cliff step by step, I had no more time to think. I had no choice but to immediately pull out another amulet and follow the same pattern, but this ridiculous reincarnation happened again.
Although I stared at this talisman tightly and never strayed from my sight for a moment, it still suddenly broke into pieces without any warning. There was not even a gradual tearing process, and it just fell into pieces.