Soft and cute female mage

Chapter 268 Hair
Fang Ling was very speechless about Fu Sheng's reckless behavior. This time he was fooled by the fact that a blind cat met a dead mouse, but who can live by luck every time?Then a resounding chestnut knocked on Fu Sheng's forehead.

Fu Sheng was on the verge of excitement, when a sudden chestnut knocked his eyes, he couldn't help but habitually pulled He Lianfeng to block the sword, "He Lianfeng, take care of her quickly, I will marry you later..."

"Shut up!" Unexpectedly, the words may not be correct, so he was stopped by Changting's deep voice.He couldn't bear to hear this, so he forced himself to make amends: "You said there are kneeling corpses down there? ... I'm afraid they are those performing life sacrifice rituals."

Take human life as a sacrifice?What kind of decent family would do such a wicked thing?It is imperative to go down and have a look.

In order to avoid being injured again by the poisonous powder of the streamer moth, He Lianfeng took out the golden silkworm on purpose, but somehow the insect spit out some clear and transparent water beads.He Lianfeng smeared the slightly fishy juice on the eye sockets, noses and mouths of several people in turn.

Although Fang Ling somewhat disliked the worm's saliva, he didn't have the time to care about it at this moment. He only hoped that the water would have some miraculous effects and quickly heal Chang Ting's eyes.

Who would have thought that He Lianfeng, a narrow-minded person, would not paint Chang Ting at all, saying that he was already blind and there was no need to waste such good things.

Naturally, Chang Ting was not a person who would be subdued, so he pulled out a silk cloth embroidered with orchid grass from his waist and shook it off in front of He Lianfeng, folded it majestically and then covered his eyes.

He Lianfeng wandered around the place of smoke and willows all year round, how could he not know what it was, looking at Changting and then at Fang Ling, he was so angry that he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

All three of them had their own concerns about this move, only Fu Sheng looked at Chang Ting's attire without the slightest thought, and was speechless, pulled Fang Ling over and whispered:

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Look at him like that, how does he look like a serious person? What are all those bells and whistles on his face? Maybe some vixen gave him the veil. You can't fall into his hands again."

When Fang Ling heard this, he gave Fusheng another blow with his backhand.

Fu Sheng innocently covered his head and yelled: "It's only been a few days? Why are you turning your elbows all the way out?"

Fortunately, time did not wait for me, and he did not have the time to gossip. Although Fusheng looked unconvinced, he still pouted and followed He Lianfeng while cleaning the dry vines that crisscrossed the cave wall and the many wire meshes that resembled fibrous roots growing on the vines. , barely cleared a way for the two behind.

Although the few people are on the seven or eight zhang high cave wall, they are fortunately not considered ordinary people, and the cave wall is not smooth. It is not too difficult for people like Ling who are physically disabled and strong to support each other along the way.

It’s just that when cleaning these vines, the soil structure of the cave wall may have been loosened, resulting in a dusty dust like fine sand sticking to the hands, which smells bad, especially when there is a little sweat in the palms, which smells very unpleasant like mud.

Fang Ling has always had a keen sense of smell, but even the smell in his nose was stronger than that of the others, and he couldn't help but vomit a few lumps of sticky black blood.

He Lianfeng looked at the movement here from a distance and felt a little relieved for a moment: "It was spit out after all. It's not that Mr. He is bragging. The golden silkworm in my hand has no poison that it can't detoxify."

After saying that, he glanced at the pavilion beside Fang Ling.Seeing that Chang Ting had no intention of picking on him, he curled his lips indifferently and continued to climb down.

However, Fang Ling was not as calm as He Lianfeng, because in the black blood she vomited, there were some thin hair-like things squirming, and the way they twisted and entangled was really disgusting.

Thinking that this ghost thing that looked like a bug but not a bug might come from his own stomach, Fang Ling's stomach suddenly turned upside down, and he vomited up and down.

It doesn't matter what he said, but the hand that was holding on to the wall of the cave lost strength, and he lost his center of gravity when he was not paying attention, and fell down with the long pavilion beside him.

Fang Ling, who had already thought about how to land in order not to fall too badly, only felt a tightening in his waist, and then he jumped into the air. With the help of his kick when Changting left the cave wall, he was tossing and turning. Stepping on the suspended iron chain, he jumped to the stone platform below in the blink of an eye.

Before Fang Ling had time to think about the strange thing just now, he was already stunned by another unimaginable scene in front of him.

I saw that the black shadows kneeling on the ground were not stone lamp slaves at all, but living people.Of course, in the current situation, it is obviously a bit reluctant to emphasize the words "alive and alive", because everyone is already dying.

They were trembling, their faces were pale, without a trace of blood, their eyes were staring at the ground in horror, and the cracks in the bricks on the ground were intertwined with hair-like black threads like black blood vessels. Their bodies cling tightly to their skin and frantically absorb nutrients.

It turns out that this "hair" is the mysterious species that Li Zong kept here.

I don't know the origin of this thing, and I don't even know where is the head and where is the tail. I can see that the engraved patterns on the entire stone platform have been filled with these winding and twisting "hair strands", and some of them are even curling around their feet. tentacle.

It can be seen that the reason why she saw twisted "hairs" in the vomited black blood just now is because they probably already spread all over the cave.

Over there, Fu Sheng and He Lianfeng didn't know about it, they just watched Fang Ling fall down, and they didn't care much at this moment, they just chased them down in a hurry, and followed them to the edge of the stone steps.

Fang Ling was so anxious that sweat was about to ooze out, and he wanted to remind them, but what he shouted were all hoarse notes of Yiyi oh oh, and the two Fusheng couldn't even catch half a word.He only stepped on the stone steps recklessly.

However, at the moment when the two of them stepped on the stone steps, the kneeling figures around them suddenly trembled, and there was a screaming insect sound from their mouths. The reason why it was said to be insect sound was because it was obviously not something that humans could make. The sound sounds more like cicadas or other insects.

The few people were startled by the sharp and shriveled voice, and when they came back to their senses, they saw that the moths overwhelming the sky seemed to be awakened by something suddenly, and they all flapped their wings and flew towards them. And it became a little brighter.

Fang Ling, as the most traumatized and bloody person among the few, bore the brunt and became their first target.

Even though Chang Ting was blind now, he could judge the seriousness of the situation by virtue of the dense rustling sounds from all directions. The hand that had been holding the hilt of the sword tightened a bit since he stepped on the stone platform.

(End of this chapter)