A Genius and a God Fell In Love

"You are not afraid?"

he asked subconsciously.

The little girl said: "Don't be afraid. My parents are very strict. If I made a mistake when I was a child, I would be locked in a dark room. Sometimes I would be driven to the mountains to spend the night... I am used to it."

The man felt pitiful and frowned: "How can your parents tolerate you when you are so thin?"

"It's none of their business, it's just that I'm too naughty and always make them angry, cough cough cough."

The man was about to say something, but suddenly, his feet stopped.

wrong.

His expression changed slightly, why was there silence behind him?

He turned sharply.

There is mist in the distance, and the house on the top of the mountain is looming in the mist.

The mountain breeze blew, and weeds grew on both sides.

But only the player they were with was missing.

The man suddenly grabbed Nangong Nan's wrist, "Don't you notice anything strange?"

Nangong Nan whispered: "...I'm stupid...I'm sorry."

The man gritted his teeth and shook off her hand, "That's right, old lady."

He turned back quickly.

Gone.

Even the old man who led the way was gone.

He strode to the roadside and tried to break off a thick branch to use as a weapon.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to exert force with his hands, he felt itching in his palms, like a cartilage creature struggling.

The man's scalp went numb, and the full moon poked half of his head out of the thick clouds.

The pale white light spread across the mountains and fields, and also illuminated the branches he held in his hands.

The branches are covered with densely packed little white hands.

They struggled and flailed, making moans like tears mixed with the dark wind.

"Fuck!"

The man's pupils dilated instantly and he suddenly let go of his hand.

He kept backing up, tripped over the bumpy mountain road, and sat down on the ground.

Nangong Nan ran over quickly, "What's wrong with you? Your hand... did you grab the thorny branch?"

The man's hands were shaking non-stop, and his palms were full of blood spots, as if his skin had been pricked by pepper thorns.

Blood droplets seeped out, and they were so densely packed that it was scary.

He gasped: "...many hands...there are many hands growing on that tree..."

Nangong Nan frowned slightly, "I'll go take a look."

The crooked-necked tree was not pretty, and it was dancing in the wind with its teeth and claws open in the moonlight.

But there are not many hands as he said, but there are many sharp thorns.

Nangong Nan turned around and said softly: "It should be a pepper tree. You are wrong."

"No, it's not wrong. There are many hands, densely packed. I will definitely not be wrong."

"It's a thorn. I'll pull one out and you can see."

The man's eyes widened in horror.

He saw the thin little girl raising her hand and calmly breaking off a thorn, holding it in her hand and showing it to him.

The man backed away in horror, "It's a hand, take it away quickly, it's a hand..."

"It's really a thorn."

The girl walked towards him holding the thorn.

"Don't come here, don't come here."

The man was so frightened that he could not speak coherently, "It's a monster. That tree is a monster. It's a thorn, not a hand. No, it's a hand, not a thorn. The thorns you see are not real."

"Huh? Really?"

Nangong Nan stopped for a moment, frowned and thought for a while, then stretched out two fingers and pinched it.

"It really doesn't feel like a thorn, it's elastic, like flesh."

"Throw it away quickly."

The man turned his back, his eyes deformed in panic.

He beat his chest angrily and cursed to himself.

"It's really crazy. How come I was left with such an ignorant player? If I had known something would happen, I would have followed Big Beard's footsteps. He is definitely the most reliable."

"Don't be afraid, I threw it away."

Nangong Nan turned her palms down and the pepper thorns fell to the ground, and she walked back.

Suddenly, the sleeves tightened, as if they were caught by something.

Nangong Nan quickly pulled out the dagger from his pocket without even looking at it, turning his wrist slightly.

There was a slight sound, and the thick branches were cut off by her roots.

Those little short hands with claws and teeth were still determined to crawl toward her like a centipede, using their hands as legs.

The corner of the girl's lips curled up slightly, and she quickly raised her foot and stepped on it hard.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Weird and sharp screams were heard thinly and densely.

Nangong Nan was unmoved, and even stood on the flattened hand and jumped hard.

The kind that can't be pulled out even if the short hands and branches are stepped into the soil.

Xiaoshou: I have seen cruel people, but I have never seen such cruel people. If you have the ability, please show mercy to me.

The man quickly turned his head when he heard the cry, "What are you doing?"

Nangong Nan's eyes were innocent: "There was a big centipede that wanted to bite me, but I trampled it to death."

"..."

"Come here quickly, let's go find the others. If my guess is correct, we should have fallen into a foggy illusion."

Nangong Nan flipped up her long hair and gave it a good kick before leaving.

Little shorthands: ...If you have the ability, don’t make up for it.

The girl turned back and stepped on her hard again.

The little short-hand body tilted: ...ah~ I am completely dead, so you are cruel.

The mountain wind howled, and the wild grass swayed from side to side.

The moon appears and disappears, and the hillside shrouded in white mist looks like a ghost isolated from the world.

Every breath taken by a living person is alien to this place.

"Brother Beard, do you think we are caught in the fog, or are others caught in the fog?"

The woman who spoke was the woman who punched the lanky man before.

Just now, for some reason, when I turned around, only the three of them were left.

The woman wasn't too scared, she was just a little annoyed at being trapped with that stinky loser.

The tall and lanky man sneered: "If you weren't a violent woman looking for trouble, would we have had an accident?"

The woman glared over coldly, "Don't you have such a bad mouth?"

"you!"

"enough."

He said coldly with a face filled with confusion, "Are you two still finished? You are already in trouble and you still have time to quarrel."

The man was strong and tall, with a pair of deep brown eyes that exuded cold air.

Like a ferocious beast in the jungle, it is terrifying.

He looked from the two of them and said, "Let me tell you clearly in advance that I am not a good person. I will do whatever it takes to win the game. If anyone harms me, I will make that person responsible even if he dies." Back pad."

After saying that, he strode away.

The lanky man and the woman glared at each other and walked away without saying anything more.

As the night progresses, the mountain wind blows louder and louder.

Under the pale moonlight, the weeds and dead trees were dancing like a group of demons, accompanied by the roaring sound of "ghosts crying and wolves howling" piercing the ears.

The tall and lanky man accidentally stepped on something, staggered and almost hit the bearded man on the back.

"What's wrong?"

The bearded man turned around and asked.

The tall and lanky man tore off the dead vines from his ankles and threw them into the grass. He cursed, "What the hell are you pretending to be? Who are you trying to scare in the middle of the night?"

"Let's go."

The three of them continued walking forward.

What the tall and lanky man didn't see was that there was a blue mark on his right ankle that had just been entangled by withered vines.

I'm in a bad mood and I'm a little stuck. I'll update two thousand words first, and save the remaining two thousand words until daytime~