Savage Secret

() Every second is so long and painful, being stuck on the neck by those big hands, the whole body is hot and hot, taking a breath has become a luxury, life is better than death is the most appropriate description!

Suddenly, the neck loosened, and a mouthful of cold air was poured into the throat. There was a feeling of rebirth, but the whole person crawled limply on the ground, and collided with the old cow that was also crawling on the ground.The two of them had no brains about what was going on just now. They rubbed their necks and coughed, panting heavily, wanting to double the air they hadn't sucked into their stomachs just now.

There were a few strange screams from the side, and I realized that we were grabbed by two big hands, and I hurried to look back to see what was so powerful.After just one glance, I was shocked out of my body again, and almost fainted: a fluffy, pale and numb face that looks like a fucking Bai Wuchang, with a few gray bone needles on both ears, left and right cheeks There are several streaks of blood red on his forehead and his forehead, even his eye sockets are red, and there is a stench between his lips and canine teeth.Two bone pendants were pierced with cowhide bands between the necks, and as its body swayed, rattled, the golden hair under the bone pendants shone brightly, and a white line on the left and right sides slanted from the collarbone to meet at the chest , in the shape of an inverted triangle, with a pale and creepy human face growing on the belly under the triangle.What makes my heart beat even harder is that there are five or six of these things around me.

They are dozens of times uglier than the legendary zombies and demons. If anyone is courageous and capable enough to catch one and put it in the town house, lonely ghosts will never dare to wander in front of the door.

I didn't even have the courage to take a second look at them. My legs were already weak. If I hadn't crawled on the ground, I might have collapsed into a pile.My body trembled, trying to think about how Zhijitima became like this, but inadvertently felt as if I had seen them somewhere.

I raised my head slightly, sneaked another glance at its face, and then looked at the people next to it. I was shocked: this is a ghost transformed from Zhiji Tima, it is clearly a savage!Several savages are about the same size, and they are all two meters away. They have different fur colors. The one closest to me is also the one who caught us. There are also blue and red all over the body.

We have seen a few savages, but we have never seen one with such a personality and patterns on his body.Looking at the similar patterns on the bodies of these savages in front of me, I almost thought they were fellow mothers, and I couldn't help but sigh that their mothers are really born.If you look closely, there are some differences. There are white spots on their faces and bodies, and the hairs are pulled together and stuck to their bodies, as if they were painted with paint.

I was even more puzzled. I couldn't understand why the savages made themselves into this way. Their monkey-headed hairy faces were already unsightly, so they insisted on turning themselves into evil spirits who escaped from the [-]th floor of hell. It seemed that I had made a false alarm.I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but I became worried: We killed two savages in Yuandong Bay, and we met another one on the altar just now. I didn't kill this one, but I can't get rid of it. In front of you, what do you want to do?

The old cow should have also seen some savages in front of him, propped his body up a little with his elbows, and stammered to me: "Tie, Tie Yan, this, is this called life where we don't meet each other?"

"Call, definitely call, but it would be more appropriate to say that Yuanjia Road is narrow!" While speaking, I had already scanned the six savages.

The eyes of these savages did not stare at us, but all looked in the direction of the altar.

When we were under the altar, we stood on tiptoes and straightened our necks to see a part of the giant flower centipede. We were far away. Although we were half crawling on the ground, we could see it more clearly: this flower centipede is about three feet long. , more than two feet wide, and its legs propped up its body more than half a foot off the ground. Judging from the direction of its tail, it should have climbed up from the cliff.

At this moment, I didn't have any thoughts on looking at the flower centipede, but exchanged eyes with Lao Niu, thinking about how to run away from the six savages.

The savages are hiding here, and the target seems to be not us, but the flower centipede on the altar, maybe they want to kill the flower centipede.However, one thing is very clear, the savages have a natural hatred for human beings. The dead body on the altar with its head cut off and its heart gutted out is enough proof that we were grabbed by it just now. Try hard, our little life will die, but it didn't do that.It is absolutely nonsense to say that the savage is suddenly merciful and compassionate. The only possibility is that it is still useful to keep us.

Looking at the two boulders on the altar, the two people who were tied to the sacred stones of the altar and died tragically came to my mind. Will we end up like them?If that's the case, why not take advantage of the fact that the savages don't want to kill us now, and take the opportunity to fight, maybe we can still escape.

I secretly made a running motion to the old cow, and the old cow immediately understood, squinted his eyes and nodded to me gently, expressing his agreement.Just as I was about to reach out to pull out the Lazi Tibetan knife hanging in my waist, the savage in golden hair who caught us suddenly let out a low whine. When he looked up, he found its fluffy weird face and two cold eyes. His eyes were looking at me from top to bottom. I thought it had discovered our intentions, and I was a little panicked.

The golden-haired savage barked non-stop at the few savages next to him, raised his arms and pointed, as if giving orders to other savages.It was taller than the others, and its arms were much longer. When it stretched out its hand, it almost pointed to the faces of the other savages, while the other savages bowed their heads and listened respectfully.

Although I couldn't understand what they were saying, judging from the gestures it made, it seemed that it was going to attack the centipede crawling on the altar.

I didn't want to think about what the flower centipede had to attract them, and then signaled to the old cow to stay still.If we run now, we will face six ferocious savages, and the chance of escape is very small, so we might as well find another opportunity when they are fighting the centipede.

The flower centipede on the altar can grow so big, there must be something extraordinary about it, it is ferocious and vigorous, and if the savage wants to attack it, it will inevitably lead to a vicious fight.Even if a few savages don't go all out, four or five will go, leaving one or two to guard us. It may be difficult to kill two savages, but escaping should not be a problem.

After the golden retriever savage finished drinking, the other savages seemed to have been brainwashed, their eyes flashed fiercely, their right leg took a big step to the right, their body bowed forward, their legs were half bent, and they roared softly towards the sky, He stomped his feet twice, then roared again, and stomped his left foot twice. The movements were uniform and imposing. Although there was no ground shaking, it was still shocking, as if performing an oath ceremony.Their arms are long and strong, and their demeanor is majestic. They are painted with evil patterns on their faces and bodies. Grief.

Both the old cow and I had to hold our breath and lay motionless on the ground. They were in full swing at the moment, and if we made any actions that they were not happy to see, it would not be as simple as asking for bad luck.

The ceremony of several savages didn't end here, and the golden-haired savages joined in later, formed a circle with them, stomped their feet and turned half a circle, and the golden-haired savages waved their arms before they stopped.The golden-haired savage grunted, and solemnly approached from the side holding a palm-sized bowl in both hands.

When it got closer, I realized that what was regarded as a fetish by the golden-haired savage was actually a horn cup. The horn cup was half a foot high, with circles at the top and bottom, with layers of string patterns covering the whole body. glued together.The most peculiar thing is that a human face is vaguely revealed in the white texture, which is menacing.

The golden retriever savage is getting closer and closer, and my heartbeat is getting stronger and stronger. At this moment, the golden retriever savage and the horn cup in its hand have become synonymous with death. There is a reason for saying this. There is a great relationship.