Savage Secret

The condensed air on the altar is suffocating: Even if we take [-] steps back and postpone Deng Peng’s death until Hu Shigang first stepped onto the altar, it will take more than an hour now. Even at normal temperature, human blood should freeze.What's more, the ambient temperature at this time is several degrees below zero, and no matter what, it is impossible for fresh blood to flow under the stone thorns.

If we boldly speculate that Deng Peng's blood is not underneath the stone thorn, then why did Deng Peng die here?If there is Deng Peng's blood under the stone thorn, why is it not coagulated and hot?

This is not a dream, everyone will not have the same dream that is so real!Everyone has seen it with their own eyes and touched it with their own hands, there is no dispute!

We became more and more afraid of the altar. After coming down from the altar for a long time, everyone felt uneasy and trembling, except for Mr. Mo who told everyone: "Don't wash your face these few days, don't wipe off the blood on your body." Heading forward, it seemed like they just wanted to escape.But we didn't go too far. About two kilometers, Captain Qiu, who was leading the way, stopped at the foot of a cliff. After looking around with his gun, he turned to Xirou and Mr. Mo and said, "Xirou, everyone is tired. , rest here for the night!"

After Captain Qiu finished speaking, he leaned against the cliff, and then slowly squatted down, holding his trembling hands firmly on his ankle, looking very painful.Immediately thought that in the afternoon, he was attacked by the yellow-haired savage who killed Deng Peng. Although he reacted quickly, the yellow-haired savage failed to throw him under the cliff like he killed Deng Peng, but grabbed him on his leg. Several wounds more than half an inch deep.Ordinarily, this situation should be rested and recuperated. Unexpectedly, Hu Shigang came out and made trouble for a long time. As the captain, he could only endure it. It is really not easy to endure it until now.

After a few people found some firewood and started a fire, everyone sat down around the fire, and each other was taken aback: the blood smeared on the face of the altar was like cinnabar and red lacquer under the light of the fire, which was very obvious. The cheeks are big and small, and the positions of the smears are different in height and length. Suddenly, everyone feels familiar and unfamiliar, and even a little weird. However, everyone is like this, no one said anything, and finally laughed .

The old cow squeezed towards Mr. Mo, and pointed to his face: "Mr. Mo, can you stop playing tricks on us, and just tell us, so that I won't be able to sleep because of crazy thoughts tonight, maybe I will do it again nightmare."

Because he had just settled down, Mr. Mo was not sleepy yet, and seeing everyone's expectant eyes, he said slowly: "I should have told you about this a long time ago, and I am afraid that you will only care about Deng Peng and refuse to smear the blood on it." This is why I made such a bad move, pretending to be serious and mysterious, not talking to you, just let you do what I say, and divert your attention away from Deng Peng!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at me meaningfully: "Actually, this little brother has already said very clearly about the function of blood! Only the freshest blood can play the strongest role in warding off evil spirits, especially the blood of warriors." Blood!"

What Mr. Mo said made me feel ashamed. At that time, I was also afraid of the hot blood flowing under the stone thorn, and my mind was uneasy.When Lao Niu asked me, I didn't think too much about it, so I said that sentence casually.But it’s not nonsense, I heard it in ghost stories when I was a child: it is said that a certain ghost-hunting Taoist priest at the critical moment of fighting fierce ghosts, did not use a magic weapon with powerful righteous power to beat the demons and fierce ghosts to death. , is to pierce one's own body and use one's own blood to restrain the fierce ghost.

Xirou was not satisfied with Mr. Mo's answer. The pouting Lao Gao, with a lovely daughter's naive look, said to Mr. Mo coquettishly: "Uncle Mo, didn't you always tell us that everything in the world can be explained by science?" Is it? How did you suddenly become like them, believing in these messy things?"

Although Xirou was against Mr. Mo, because of that cute expression, Mr. Mo was both pitiful and loving. He patted her on the head lightly and said euphemistically: "Xirou, in fact, there are too many things in the world that we don't know. Before we can explain and deal with it reasonably, we can do what others do, which is the so-called do as the Romans do. For example: If you get lost in a strange place and don’t know where to go, then go to Walking where there are many people should not be a mistake, if a maverick insists on sticking to his own ideas, keeps his head down and doesn't care about others, he will only go further and further on the wrong road, and eventually hurt himself."

These words sounded factual, and even suspected of justifying himself, but if you read them carefully, you will feel that his simple words reveal a philosophy of life, which is worth pondering and intriguing.If it weren't for a person with rich life experience, a full understanding of life, and a full understanding of the world and human conditions, he would never have such a profound understanding.Because of the mystery hidden in his words, people who have not experienced a lot of things in the world will not understand, especially the guys in their early twenties, such as Feng Runmin and Da Chao, are all elite soldiers who have undergone special training. He dared to break through mountains of swords and seas of fire, and refused to obey anyone except orders, so there was a little disdain on his expression, but out of respect for Mr. Mo, it didn't show on his face.

Xirou frowned and thought for a while, walked behind Mr. Mo with a smile, tapped his back lightly, and said softly: "Okay! Uncle Mo, what you said makes sense, but I guess there must be something else Tell us! In my memory, you are not a person who easily follows others!"

Xirou's demeanor surprised me. I have always seen her wit and bravery when she fights and kills, and her face is full of arrogance, unsmiling, and a heroine. I never thought that she is so cute And the playful and well-behaved girl's heart is no less than that of the beautiful and natural Er Yao, who is as naughty as Er Yao when she acted like a baby on Luo Yu.Looking at her liveliness at this time, and thinking about her cold face towards Lao Niu and me, I realized that there is a distance between us. This distance is the distance between hearts, and it is more than a little.

Mr. Mo said with a smile to Xirou: "Ghost girl, since you guessed it all, why don't you tell me everything! When I was under the altar, I could smell blood and sand!"

Xi Rou was taken aback for a moment, and said in surprise, "Blood Yang Sand? What is it?"

Mr. Mo pointed to the blood smeared on Xirou's pretty face: "It's the thing on your little face!"

Xi Rou was beating Mr. Mo's back, and when she heard his words, she stopped and shook Mr. Mo's arm, and said coquettishly, "Uncle Mo, after painting this thing on my face, I feel like I'm going to become a savage soon." Hurry up and tell Xueyangsha what it is, or I'll wipe it off!" Xirou said, actually wiped it on her face with her hands.

Xi Rou became self-willed, Mr. Mo had no choice but to hold her hand, and said anxiously: "Don't wipe it off, this blood yang sand has a lot of background, it has the same mother as cinnabar, and it is the essence of cinnabar. It is formed by the fire of the rising sun falling on the surface of the stone. It is neither cold nor dry, just like the temperature of the human body. The most peculiar thing is that it can keep the blood at the temperature of the human body after leaving the human body, and it will never freeze. The reason why I can recognize it is because it has a unique smell, which is very light, but it keeps snakes and insects away from it. Because of these characteristics, wizards have been regarded as holy spirits to ward off evil spirits and insects since ancient times. As long as you smear a little of it on the surface of your body, you can keep the resentful spirits away, and snakes and insects detour! It is an indispensable thing in the Shennong Cave!"

After Mr. Mo finished speaking, he was already a little tired, but he looked at Xirou with extremely kind eyes: "I have told you everything I know, you should rest assured!"

Xirou nodded sensiblely and left, and Mr. Mo closed his eyes to rest.

After such a long time, Hu Shigang has not completely freed himself from Deng Peng's death, his face was full of grief, and when Xirou was talking to Mr. Mo, he smiled lightly a few times, and then lowered his head again, Xirou looked In the eyes, he patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't think too much, take a good rest!"

The old cow rubbed his sleepy eyes, stretched himself, and suddenly said to me: "Tie Yan, what do you think Zhiji Tima and the savage want to do?"

As soon as Lao Niu reminded me, I immediately remembered the skinny old man surrounded by savages on the altar. Although we couldn't see his face clearly, we were sure that it was Zhiji Tima.We have stayed in the deep mountains and old forests of Shennongjia for so long, and we have not seen anyone. It is impossible that there will be another person who is highly similar to Zhiji Tima in figure and voice. With great doubts, he also said: "Yes. Ah, every time this old guy shows up, he surprises people, and now he's mixed with savages, what is he going to sing?"

After all, Lao Niu and I didn't study this problem clearly. Both of us were tired and tired, and fell asleep when we climbed our heads on our legs.

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