Kiyo hesitated for a moment, took a flashlight and walked a few steps in that direction, and then shone the path circling up the mountain at the low point.

She wanted to ignore it, but couldn't move her steps for a long time. She took out her cell phone and looked at the time: if she didn't take a long way and just went straight up and down the mountain, it wouldn't take long and wouldn't waste time.

The idea was settled, Mu Daiyu breathed in one breath, shook his hands, twisted his neck, and twisted his flashlight and bit his mouth. He rushed for a few steps to lift his breath, running up the slope with a slope with a slope of almost 70 degrees. Occasionally, he would bent over and grab the bushes or support the ground to leverage the force. After a long jump, he stood on the mountain road.

She remembered the position where the bats flew out and looked carefully, and felt that nothing was strange, just ordinary mountain walls and the vines and jujube trees hanging below.

However, perhaps because of the light of the flashlight, the strange sound seemed to appear again.

After standing for two seconds, Kiyo suddenly thought of something and reached out to grab the clump of vines.

Sure enough, she brought up a thick bunch of thick, and the leaves fell from the top with dirt ashes, which made her cough silently.

This is a...secret hole.

The entrance of the cave does not face directly outward, and there is a stone wall that is slanted and slight, like the screen wall or screen at the door of the old house in the past, wrapping the real entrance inside. If people want to go in, they have to sideways and cross a narrow passage.

Moreover, the vine cucumber at the entrance of the cave was just right. If there weren't a bat flying out from there, Kiyo would have thought that it was just a common vine cucumber hanging down the mountain wall.

She carefully followed the narrow path. When she was almost at the end, another dull bat flew out rashly. Mu Dai was startled and reached out to hit her. She felt a slightly warm squirming ball in her palm. Disgust and disgust instantly rushed to the top of her head, and she shook her hands in a hurry.

I move faster than I think, and this problem can never be corrected.

This hole is a little deeper.

Muyo walked in with a flashlight and took a few steps. The lightning suddenly shone on a person's face, pale, with a cloth head stuffed in his mouth, and struggled desperately. When he saw Muyo, he was so excited that he almost cried.

Cao Yanhua?

Kiyo couldn't believe his eyes, and they had been stiff for a second or two. After reacting, they were about to pass by when suddenly there was a laugh from behind.

Women's, low and sharp.

Mu Dai's whole body was shocked and he turned around in an instant.

No one, not even a shadow, saw the laughter just now seemed to be from emptiness and quiet again.

Mu Dai didn't want to chase him out and check it out, so as not to be transferred from the mountain. It is urgent to unlock Cao Yanhua first. No matter what kind of monster it is, it is better for two people to deal with it than one person.

She half-sided and walked slowly towards Cao Yanhua, dividing half of her energy on the other side to prevent the strange sound from appearing again or suddenly attacking.

After only a few steps, I was caught off guard and my feet were completely blank.

The whole body fell down involuntarily, and in a hurry, he reached out to grab it, rubbing the edge of the flip plate.

She heard from her master about the flip trap.

The master’s stories are all long-standing legends.

Talking about it, there is a central axis with latches on all sides. The person is lured and walked slowly over. When the person stands on the upper half of the board, the latch is removed. The other end is extremely light, and this end is extremely heavy. Even if you want to borrow the power of light skills, you can't borrow it. With a bang, the person goes down.

There is a vicious person who has a sharp knife under the trap, so many martial arts heroes have been broken.

The story of Master is different from that of martial arts novels. The protagonist of the martial arts novel will never die, but the people in the story of Master often end abruptly.

She was young at that time and asked, "And what?"

"Dead."

How could such a powerful, beautiful, chic, charming, charming, and all kinds of people die?

The master smiled and said, "They will die, and many people will capsize in the gutter. But because you are not satisfied, those who are telling people change the heroes to omnipotence and last for a long time."

In fact, those people die very suddenly and quickly, not always escape from death, and do not always have the luck of turning danger into danger.

The moment I fell, the answer with my master suddenly passed by quickly in my mind like a movie.

Don't want to die.

He reached out to grab it desperately, but the flip board was already closed, and his body fell rapidly. The panic instantly turned into a cold sweat in Cen Cen.

——She didn't know how tall it was.

In a panic, she suddenly felt the stone wall, which was rugged and abrupt. She bent her hands slightly to try to grab it.

I can't catch it, and the falling speed is too fast, and I can even hear the sound of the fingernails and the stone wall rubbing.

Don't care about it, and catch it again.

——Even a little bit of friction may slow her speed down, and she doesn’t want to die.

She can play geckos on the wall. Master said that you should learn to become geckos. The limbs and lower abdomen are pressed against the wall. You have to think that there is a suction cup on your abdomen.

Grab again, try your best to push your abdomen, lift your breath, and use force to your limbs. As long as you hit the stone wall, you must grab it regardless of the cost.

It continued to fall rapidly, and the abdomen was stinging and burning. It must have been bleeding from the pointed stone, and maybe it was opened. Who knows, I can't think that I have to try my best to catch it before the end.

Chi pull... Chi pull, the nails quickly grind and then the severe pain, no matter how hard they are, don't think about it.

Finally, with a loud bang, it landed.

The collision made all the internal organs stumble, and the chest and abdominal cavity were so uncomfortable.

It landed, finally landed!

The first reaction was a huge surprise: I didn’t fall to death, I wasn’t dead yet.

When she laughed, her voice echoed in this huge cave, which was ugly and weird. She suddenly didn't dare to laugh: Am I laughing? Or was I actually fell to death, and my soul was laughing?

She lay down, motionless, closed her eyes, and opened it again soon.

The cave is not very dark, with faint green and bright phosphorus fires scattered far and near.

Kiyo turned his head hard, saw his left hand spread beside him, and saw that the nails on his middle finger were standing up.

Shouldn’t the nails be obedient and stick to the fingers? Why are her nails standing up?

After thinking clearly about what happened, the huge pain rushed straight into the eyes, and tears burst out from my eyes almost without warning, slashed across my cheeks and dripped into the cold mud behind me.

After a while, she took a deep breath, raised her right hand, and carefully, slowly over the left hand.

I thought: "One, two, three."

When I counted to three, I bit my teeth and quickly and vigorously held it down.

***

It was nearly midnight on the China-Myanmar border.

This village is called Naqibo, which belongs to the junction of Yunnan and Myanmar, close to Myitkyina.

During the day, it was just an ordinary village, with wilted chickens, unscrupulous dogs, and haggard villagers carrying hoes to the ground in groups of three or three.

However, on some evenings, after eleven o'clock and before 2 a.m., it will be unexpectedly lively.

One pergola after another will be set up at the entrance of the village, most of which are open on all sides, like a large food stall in the mainland.

There are transactions, poured out from a cloth bag, or jade or other gems, the stall owner sat cross-legged, open his arms, and a green dragon appeared between the black hair on his chest, and a few thick piles of money in his waist bag, divided into different currencies.

There is a pergola for eating seafood and late-night snacks. It is not the place where seafood is produced, but there is the freshest seafood. Plastic boxes are poured out, ice cubes mixed with oysters, shellfish, fish and shrimps are rushing down. There is a special barbecue called Bordeaux Red Wine Bake, which tastes weird.

There are also card tables where you play mahjong, but you don’t see any money, so you only push the chips. Ten blue chips are worth a red chip, and ten red chips are worth a golden chip. Generally, when the golden chips are taken away, the people who pile the cards will change their faces and curse and swear.

There is a charming woman with thin waist, long legs, straight chest and round buttocks, walking gracefully among the crowd. With just one look, she will stop by a man with a smile, without bargaining or clamoring. In silence, everything will come naturally.

Those who are not open-minded usually have a black cloth storefront, and idle people will not enter or stroll. There are burly men guarding the door. When a specific person comes, half of the bill or playing cards in his opponent's hands will be matched with each other and will quietly enter.

When two o'clock arrives, everyone and the car will withdraw, turn on the headlights in the dark, and go silently.

This is the Qibo three-hour night market that many people know well on the China-Myanmar border, but not the heretics.

At this time, Luo Ren was sitting in a seafood pergola, sitting on a small stool on the cloth. The small table in front of him was uneven, and a piece of broken brick was placed on the bottom.

However, the dishes on the small table were not as good as the slices of extremely thin salmon, lazily and softly placed on the smoothie snow mountain pile, with a small porcelain dish next to it, and mustard in the center of the soy sauce, and there were iced shrimps, which were crystal transparent. Occasionally, the shrimp body would suddenly twitch.

There is still a location opposite, but no one is there yet.

Luo Ren poured wine for himself, the ice inside melted, and a round green plum sank underneath.

A girl came over, her red lips pursed, her eyes were as charming as silk, and a few roses were inserted into her bra. Luo Ren handed over the bill and then made an outward gesture.

I understand, this means I want to talk about things and not play.

The girl was aware of the knowledge and took a rose. In the slit of the wooden table, the stems of the rose were slender and the trembling shadows were shaking on the table.

He said softly: "In this way, other sisters will not disturb you."

This is also the industry rule.

Luo Ren continued to wait, and the night wind shuttled from this end of the pergola to the other end. The time of the mobile phone showed that it was 11:45 pm.

The heavy footsteps mixed with the unique sound of the metal steel frame, Luo Ren did not turn back until Aoki walked over step by step and sat down.

His right leg was wearing an outer fixed steel frame, and he walked heavily, and he was a little bit different to provoke my hideousness.

Aoki is about thirty years old. He looks like a typical Japanese man, with bright and sharp eyes, straight nose, thin but never weak. He rolls up his sleeves, muscles on his arms, and Chinese characters lined up vertically on his forearms.

The thorn is: the silver bowl holds snow, and the white horse enters the reed flowers.

Luo Ren stared at Aoki, feeling indescribable emotions in his chest, his eyes were slightly hot, and it took him a long time to say, "Long time no see."

Aoki didn't use chopsticks, so he reached out to pick up the salmon, dipped it in the dish and rolled it in, and sent it into his mouth to chew it. The soy sauce slid down the corner of his mouth and did not wipe it.

Luo Ren picked up the sake bottle with a big belly and swallowed it and poured it for him. Qingmu snatched it and poured it on the ground. The ice that had not melted gradually fell to the ground. Only the soaked green plum was stuck at the mouth of the bottle and could not come out.
To be continued...