Author: Li Li Baicao

"Jinding Mountain is here!"

"Jinding Mountain is here!"

The group almost cried with joy. The mutual guards for many days disappeared at this time. They stood on the boat, staring at the top of the mountain, conveying joy to each other.

At this time, the flood flooded halfway up the mountain of Jinding Mountain. They rowed quickly, abandoned the boat and landed on the shore, and their feet fell on the ground again, and hope of survival came.

The village is saved, they are saved!

After walking a few steps, Lin Hu stopped everyone with his arms, "Wait, someone!"

Everyone became alert, and it was dangerous for someone to be aware of it. People in the same village might be spared if there was enough "food", but it might not be possible to meet outsiders.

Several people carefully groped over and saw two men kowtowing each other step and climbing up the mountain. This was the usual way to come to Jinding Mountain to pray to the mountain god.

The problem is that it is now that heavy rain is pouring and floods are raging. If you go up the mountain this way, you may not be able to climb it for ten days.

Several people whispered, and Lin Hu took a man to ask. Before they could speak, the two men who kowtowed took the initiative: "You are here to pray to the mountain god, too?"

Lin Hu nodded, "Yes, the village has been blocked by a mountain torrent, and everyone can't get out. Let's ask us to ask the mountain god to protect us."

The foreigner sighed, "The villages and towns around us were all flooded. The villagers were fine. They ran up the mountain and survived. The people in the town had nowhere to run and all drowned."

Several people were frightened and secretly thanked that Rongshu Village is located halfway up the mountain. The terrain is high and remote on weekdays, and few people arrive. In this heavy rain, the barren location gives them more hope of survival than others.

After a conversation, I learned that before them, someone had already run up the mountain, but no mountain temple was found. The top of the mountain was empty and there was nothing.

Everyone guessed that they had to kowtow to the mountain step by step as usual in order to move the mountain god with sincerity and pray for the protection of the mountain god.

The group was anxious and kowtowed at every step. When would they reach the top of the mountain? At that time, let alone the villagers, I am afraid that few of them would survive.

Looking at the rays of light on the top of the mountain, and then on the mountain road, apart from the two men, there were several people kowtowing in the distance.

Lin Hu was silent for a while, knelt down in the cold rain and bowed. The flood had spread to their location, and it was beyond their ankles. When he bowed, the turbid mud and water disappeared across his mouth and nose.

But at this point, they have no way out. The only hope is to go up the mountain and pray for the blessing of the mountain god.

Lin Wenxuan is a scholar and a teenager. His physical strength cannot be compared with others, and he is soon left far behind by everyone.

I don’t know if it was because his speed was too slow or the rain was too heavy, but every head of his head was knocked into the water, his mouth and nose were flooded with mud and water again and again, and his limbs and bones were covered with chills.

Gradually, he felt that his body was not as stiff as his own, and his consciousness seemed to float out of his body, condescendingly, watching his body kneel down like a puppet, kowtow, stand up, and repeat mechanically over and over again.

"Wenxuan...Wenxuan..."

The call seemed to come from the distant sky, hazy, Lin Wenxuan shook his head and finally regained his consciousness.

Lin Hu's face magnified in front of his eyes. He was suddenly shocked and subconsciously wanted to break free.

Unfortunately, in front of Lin Hu, his strength was no different from that of a kitten. Not only did he not break free, he even lost his strength to move.

"Hu, Uncle Huzi." He stuttered, feeling anxious.

Although he was weak and not as fierce and powerful as Fan Bei, he could fight back, but he was unwilling to become food for others.

He wants to be alive.

"It's time to eat."

Upon hearing this, Lin Wenxuan breathed a sigh of relief and escaped another disaster and could live for a few more days.

After taking the barbecue, he subconsciously searched for Fan Bei's figure and soon found him next to a big tree in the distance.

He sat against the tree, eating barbecue with a cold expression, with a deep hole on his face, and the wound was washed white by the rain.

Did Fan Bei kill another adult?

After glanced over, Lin Wenxuan soon found that the few people in the village were alive, and the two foreigners who had talked to them had disappeared.

In the following days, Lin Wenxuan was in a daze and felt that he was kowtowing and moving forward, but the distance from the top of the mountain did not seem to have changed. The sunset was there, not far or near, like the mirage mentioned in the book, which can be seen, but can never reach it.

And the number of people around me has decreased one after another.

One day, Fan Bei's fierce roar sounded in his ears, from blur to clarity, pulling him out of his confused state.

He stood up and saw two clay men in front of him fighting each other, punching, kicking, elbows, and knives...

It was Fan Bei and Lin Hu.

It turns out that there are only three of them left, so it’s his turn next.

Lin Wenxuan stood up and walked up, no longer kowtowed, and after he was away from the waterline, he sat down against a tree trunk, and the fear in his heart suddenly disappeared.

What is the difference between those who are still alive now and the evil ghosts in hell? It seems that there is nothing to die like this.

After the heavy rain has been falling for so long, how many people are still alive in the world? How many people have become food for others?

After he eats it, others should naturally accept that he is eaten by others.

During the random thoughts, the battle above ended. Although Fan Bei was willing to do anything, he was ruthless. At the end of his age, he was not good at body, and was strangled to death by Lin Hu's neck with his legs tightly clamped.

His eyes were full of unwillingness and he would not be willing to close his eyes until his death.

Time passed, and I don’t know how long it had passed, but Lin Wenxuan just climbed up numbly. When he felt hungry again, a heavy breathing sound came from above his head.

He looked up, Lin Hu stood in front of him with a dagger in his hand.

Lin Wenxuan smiled weakly, looking relieved: "Uncle Huzi, I'm afraid of pain, please move faster."

Lin Hu nodded, waved the dagger, and stopped when the dagger was one inch away from Lin Wenxuan's chest. He remembered the boy who knocked on the door to deliver rice in the rain, and the dagger could not be stabbed.

Previously, they had thought about attacking Lin Wenxuan. He was weak and had no strength. For a young man like them, it was just the meat on the chopping board, which could easily kill him.

But every time they turn their eyes to him, they will think of the figures knocking from door to door in the rain curtain, so everyone tacitly skipped him and fought each other.

Lin Wenxuan closed his eyes and a muffled sound. The familiar sound of the knife entering his body sounded, and the hot blood splattered on his face, so hot and so hot.

But he didn't feel the pain.

He opened his eyes, Lin Hu was stabbed with a dagger in his heart, and blood flowed.

"Uncle Huzi, you..." Lin Wenxuan was stunned, his mind blank.
Chapter completed!