Mirror: Twin Cities

Then he kicked a back basket next to him and cursed, "Did you say you are carrying a basket of hay leaves on your back? You are full! I think you are a fat sheep when I see your clothes!"

The boy in the jacket was kicked into the air and fell to the ground groaning and unable to get up. However, he moved quietly to the knife that was thrown down by the rebels, and sharpened the knot in his hand behind him on the knife.

The yelling voice of the little girl in the bushes was also weakened, and the laughter of the soldiers on the edge of the fire was still loud. The boss sat down by the fire, took a sip of the wine he had brought, and squinted at the puppet master who was leaning against him from a distance. His eyes were grim and stern-only this blind trickster, he didn't dare to start casually.

This evening, when I watched the shadow coming down from the snow peak from a distance, the speed was simply beyond the reach of the world.

Such an incomprehensible fellow, he still dare not start ill-intentioned. However, after observing for a long time, he didn't see any actions from the other party, and even when he deliberately acted on his side, he just turned a blind eye to the other party. Obviously, it was weak to be deceived-his courage couldn't help but slowly increase.

However, without waiting for him to drop the bowl to order the brother to start, the puppet master under the tree turned over and said: "It's noisy! Just shut me up!"

Sumo's voice was not high, but it was faint and cold, and the rebel soldiers clamoring for fun around the fire were immediately taken aback.

"Ge Laozi! You dare to tell Lao Zi to shut up?" The boss took the opportunity to slam the bowl to the ground, "Little ones, cut him into eights for me—"

The voice stopped instantly, as if someone had strangled his neck.

As the fire was extinguished, a thin circle of blood red appeared on the neck of the leader of the rebellion army, and then with a puff, the whole head flew out, and blood sprayed out of the cavity.

The other two soldiers who had pulled out their knives suffered a pain in their wrists and found that their entire hands had fallen to the ground along with the knives.

But the puppet master who was one foot away from the bonfire had never looked here.

"Ah?...Ghost, ghost!" Seeing such a weird situation, it seemed that there was a monster in the air that could kill people without seeing blood. The remaining few soldiers were panicked, turned around and fled to the depths of the dense forest.

"It's finally quiet." Somo didn't chase, muttered to himself, turned over, and continued to take a nap.

"What's the matter?" Hearing a sudden yell from his companion outside, the cheerful soldier in the bushes jumped out with his pants, only to see the separated body and **** severed hand of the boss on the ground. He yelled, picked up the knife from the ground, and slashed at the prisoners: "You! Did you do it!"

"Still noisy?" The puppet master under the tree murmured without looking back. The doll's hand moved slightly—but in an instant, the soldier's head also rolled from the neck to the ground.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" The several prisoners who were **** blurted out in shock, but immediately closed their mouths, for fear that it would be their own heads that would make another noise.

The young man in the jacket had secretly broken the ropes that bound his hands on the ground, but he changed for a while, and he was dumbfounded for a while, and he couldn't get his head back. At this moment, he got up quickly, went up and untied the ropes for the prisoners who were also bound.

A total of four people were caught by the group of insurgents. Except for the woman who was dragged into the bushes, besides himself and the scholar beside the fire, there was also a middle-aged man with tattered clothes. He fell to the ground as soon as the rope was untied, groaning.

As soon as the scholar was released, he crawled towards the bushes with his hands and feet, and criedly called the woman's name: "Peer, Peer!" Fang yelled a few times, and then remembered that weird puppet master was there. Resting, he dared not call again.

However, there was no answer in the bushes.

"Suma made a move." Returning silently from the blade of grass, the hand "telled" her.

Na Sheng widened his eyes in disbelief: "What? A person like him can care?"

The severed hand didn't decompose much, only the blade of grass that was blocking her ears was pulled out. Na Sheng listened carefully, and only heard that the outside was silent, that group of robber-like noises really disappeared, only the slight sobbing of the woman, it seemed that the danger had passed, she couldn't help but doubt it.

"Eat." Seeing that she calmed down, that hand took out the fruit that was blocking her mouth, and put all kinds of melons and fruits in her hand on the lap of her clothes. Na Sheng was originally annoyed, but in the moonlight, he saw that his hands were covered with mud, and when he remembered that he had to "walk" with one hand on the ground and take things back to her, it must have been a lot of effort. Does not come out. Just out of anger: "My hand can't work, how can I eat?"

It was late at night, and when it was quiet, the strange sounds deep in the woods became very clear.

"Guru—" Suddenly, a low sound rang in the jungle in the dark night, and the calls of insects and birds died immediately.

"What is that?" Suddenly, the Sheng felt uncomfortable that he couldn't tell, he felt something slowly approaching, and he blurted out, "Something...something strange is coming!"

"Did you feel it?" The hand suddenly moved, pulling her into the bushes and hiding.

At that moment, the Dongba girl heard the air suddenly become weird, as if someone mixed honey and Su Hexiang in, making people start to lazily think about nothing. The wind swept across the treetops, and inside the wind, there was suddenly a ray of music.

Soothing, lazy, sweet, people can't help but smile.

"Be careful!" When she stood up with a smile involuntarily, that hand suddenly twisted her ears, pulled her back, and woke her up with the tingling, "Don't go out!"

Four, Gui Ji

The prisoners by the fire also heard the music.

The young boy in single clothes was lowering his head and picking up the hay leaves that had been kicked around in the back basket. The moment he heard the song, he subconsciously glanced in the direction where the sound came from—the terrible puppeteer just closed it. With eyes closed, this guy who hurriedly made annoyance is afraid that he will be unlucky again.

In the bushes, the scholar hugged the unconscious woman, but did not dare to shout, sobbing and taking off her coat to cover her bleeding skin. He didn't pay attention to the melody in the wind at all.

The eyes of the middle-aged man who was kidnapped by the fire suddenly changed, and he retreated to the side of the fire in fear, looking at the direction of the dense forest—the beautiful music was getting closer and closer, and the middle-aged man didn’t feel it at all. Intoxicated, he grabbed the young man's hand, regardless of his unknown acquaintance.

"What's the matter?" The young son just finished picking up the grass leaves, looking for something on the grass next to him, his wrist was suddenly pulled. Perceiving the strange fear of his companions, he suddenly felt a dharma in his heart.

"Gui Ji! Gui Ji is here!" The middle-aged man totally ignored the sleeping murderer, blurted out and trembling forcefully grabbed the young man's hand, "Run away...Run away!"

"Gui Ji?" The young man gasped, obviously understanding the meaning of these two words. However, he has no fear, not only does not he flee, but also reluctantly digs through the grass to search for: "I will find my stone first!"

"Run away...Run away..." The accent of the down-and-out middle-aged man was a bit strange, not in Zhongzhou Mandarin, and could not tell where it was. He saw that the young man insisted not to leave, and the pair of fateful mandarin ducks couldn't take care of the others, their faces were pale, and the next person got up and ran away.

The music is getting closer and closer, filling the night. The tune spreads like water, as if it is tangible, sticky, and deep, blocking people's footsteps.

The middle-aged man got up and ran for a few steps, and suddenly his pace slowed down disobediently. He looked back, his hands and feet suddenly limp: "Gui Ji! Gui Ji!"

The snoring sound and melody were all approaching. In the jungle late at night, Ying Ying Chuo Chuo appeared in several human figures and walked slowly over.

The young man found himself trapped by the sound of the song, and wanted to stand up, but couldn't move—he quickly picked up a transparent stone from the ground and put it in his arms, and then put a piece of hay in the basket under his tongue. .

Those figures approached. However, the walking postures of those few people were strange, like sleepwalking, silently.

As he got closer, the flames reflected his pale face. At that moment, the young man blurted out in exclamation-it was the few soldiers who had just escaped into the jungle who came back!

The walking posture of the few people was very strange, with their hands hanging down and dangling, like sleepwalking; but strangely, the eyes of the few of them were completely awake, full of fear and frenzy, and they turned around, almost convex. Out of the eyes. However, as if being manipulated by invisible hands, they involuntarily walked slowly towards the fire.

Very strange situation. However, what made the young man exclaimed was the person who appeared behind the group of rebels—

A beautiful woman with long waist-length hair, playing a piccolo leisurely, walked out of the dark night forest exuding the cold, and the bells on her wrists rang out under the moon. Her mount is a striking white tiger.

-However, looking closely at Yuexia, her moon-white dress floated around her knees, and she had no feet!

Gui Ji played on her flute and came leisurely, like a shepherd driving lambs. However, in the sound of that flute, the rebel soldiers swayed from the depths of the forest as if they were being manipulated when they returned to the place of fleeing, and fell to the side of the fire with a bang, unable to move.

The down-and-out middle-aged man is completely unable to move, can only fear