Rebirth of the Valkyrie Anchor

After a night of carnival, Bameng returned to the calm and coldness of the past. Zhong Li said goodbye to Menghao Meng Yao. With Yuanmu, who had entrusted things in the village to other elders of the ethnic group, he started his journey to Bamunzu Village.

The rain forest in the early morning hours is not as sultry as before. Yuan Mu Qingche walked ahead and talked with Zhong Li from time to time. He did not take the danger of this primitive rain forest at all.

In fact, it's not worth it. As a master of martial arts, but also a family of Miao who grew up in the mountains since childhood, this rain forest is no different to Yuan Mu from his back garden. Like a tiger's viper, most of his eyes are walking food and brewing materials.

Pulling a poisonous snake away, Yuan Mu looked at the vines tangled in front of him, shook his head, and shook his head, turned to Zhong Li behind him, saying, "I went to explore once a few years ago, and it took a lot of effort. Only after this road was opened, was it blocked again. Fortunately, the distance was not too far. Even if we were driving forward, we could arrive tomorrow evening. "

"Ok!"

Zhong Li nodded, and did not feel much surprise. In ancient times, Miao Xinjiang was a standard poor mountain and bad water. There were not many places to live. In addition, each clan had a deep regional concept, which was very resistant to the entry of other clans. His territory, so that even if the ancestors of Bameng were in distress, they would not move too far.

In fact, even if the ancestors of Bameng wanted to go high and fly high, they were powerless, half of their strength was lost, and there were only a group of old and weak women and children, and there was not much food reserves. Where can I go, I must only find one nearby. The right place to stay.

Therefore, the distance between Bameng and Zuzhai is not very far. According to the speed of Zhong Li and Yuan Mu, it will not be difficult to arrive tomorrow evening.

Yuan Mu was on the way ahead, Zhong Li was also happy, and turned the live broadcast to him, so that the great master of the Miao family showed everyone the thrills and wonders of this primitive rainforest, and Yuan Mu was also unaware Under the circumstances, it became Zhongli's "host anchor".

Not to mention, Yuan Mu, the anchor with class, is more responsible than Zhong Li. He constantly explains the culture and customs of the Miao family along the way, the inheritance and history of the masters and witches, and various legends spread to the people. With myth, the world is very talkative. Where is Zhongli, there is no word for a long time.

In this way, the audience in the live broadcast room had a very different impression of Yuan Mu, directly from a barbaric feudal, unreasonable old stubborn, into a knowledgeable, approachable master, even the previous battle of swords and fires , Also understood as a test.

In this relaxed atmosphere, Zhong Li and Yuan Mu gradually penetrated into the rain forest, and the surrounding environment became dark and narrow. Many plants were not seen outside, and various unknown poisonous insects walked around. It seems like an uncivilized primitive world.

No, it ’s not as if this is the primitive world. Since the disaster of Zuzhai and the ancestors of Bamun fled and migrated, this area has rarely been populated. No matter whether it is a Bammon's survivor or other Miaozhai, Makes the place still maintain the natural primitive style here.

行动 It is not easy to act in such an environment. Fortunately, Yuan Mu and Zhong Li are not ordinary people. They move forward while opening the road, and the speed is still not slow.

I do not know how long, the light shot through the dense forest gradually faded and disappeared, Yuan Mu stopped his pace, and said, "It's almost night, prepare to camp!"

"Ok!"

Xun Zhong nodded, even if he and Yuan Mu were not good at moving in the primitive rain forest at night, so camping was necessary.

I searched for a relatively flat vacant place, and set up the tent for camping. Afterwards, the two did not intend to hunt. They directly lit the fire, took out the wine and meat, and drank.

"Aren't you going to the jungle?"

"What's the point of bringing your own food?"

"Isn't it silly in front of me, now I'm going to take antidote to save people, who has the time to fight against you!"

Seeing this, the audience in the live broadcast room was a little disappointed. Among their ideas, hunting is the most interesting part of outdoor broadcasts like this, but now Yuan Mu and Zhong Li sit down and eat their own The wine and meat directly reduce the viewing of live broadcasts.

Zhong Li ignored this. He started the live broadcast to promote martial arts, not to entertain the audience. There is no need for everything to follow the audience's preferences.

Taking a sip of wine, Zhong Li looked at Yuan Mu, seeing that he looked a little heavy, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Facing Zhong Li's inquiry, Yuan Mu was silent for a while, and then said: "I went to explore once three years ago. As a result, I lost my courage to move forward only when I was in front of the Zhaimen. It seemed like ... "

He seemed to be thinking about something. Yuan Mu didn't finish his words, but Zhong Li didn't care, and laughed: "It's not too long for a hundred years. Did the people who escaped from there really not leave any useful information?"

"No!"

Yuan Mu shook his head and murmured, "I asked all the old people in the village, including those who migrated in that year, but they didn't know what happened, only that it was a terrible disaster, Dali His head was dead, and the witch was dead. Only a few old witches wished to escape with the unaffected people, but soon they also died, as if they were cursed. All those who have experienced that disaster No one can survive, no ...! "

"嗬!"

At the end of the discourse, Yuan Mu's emotions became a little excited, and he took a deep breath before calming himself down. He said, "That disaster must have something to do with you, but I don't know what you can have. Such a terrible power, tomorrow, we may encounter something beyond our cognition! "

At this point, Zhong Li behaved very calmly, chuckling: "The soldiers came to block the ground, the water came to cover the earth. Don't worry too much, even if there really are any monsters, after more than a hundred years, I don't believe it can still be turned into the sky. go with."

"I hope so!"

Wu Yuanmu shook his head, still looking worried, without listening to Zhong Li's words at all.

"What disaster, what curse, you two, make it clear!"

"I'm alone at home in the big night right now. Do you tell ghost stories at this time?"

"This plot will not be the development of a ghost village in the mountains, don't you scare me!"

His real experience made Yuan Mu's words extremely contagious. Hearing the audience in the live broadcast room, he felt a little chilling behind him.

Seeing this, Zhong Li felt a little funny.

Wicked?

确实 There are indeed ghosts in this world. Not only are ghosts, there are more bizarre and more terrifying things, and most of them are related to those alien gods.

Although the gods of these different worlds cannot yet come down, they can make relatives, believers, and even bloodline heirs by various means. In the era of ancient civilization, we did n’t know how many messy things were made. Some gadgets are extremely jealous of Wu Sheng, compared to some ghosts.

If the disaster that Suo Bamenzuzhai suffered was really as weird as Ruo Yuan Mu said, then 80% was related to these things.

With Zhongli's current strength, if you really meet the relatives or bloodline heirs made by alien gods, it is definitely not an opponent, but there is a premise. This must be in the environment of vitality recovery. Previously, the restrictions on alien races were one hundred times more severe than those on human races. Under such restrictions, even the heirs of the blood of the evil gods comparable to Wu Sheng, all powers would not be much stronger than a great master of nature.

In this way, even if Zhong Li is still not an opponent, it is not difficult to leave, otherwise, when Ba Meng suffered, the old witches of UU Reading Www.uukanshu.com wished how they could escape from birth.

Of course, these are only hypotheses. It is not known whether the Bamunzu Village was destroyed because of this. Even if it is more than a hundred years later, things are right and wrong. It is also a problem that things are still there. There is nothing to worry about. of.

Uh ...

On the second day, at noon, the two men who were marching in the rain forest for half a day, finally passed through the impenetrable tropical rain forest like a steamer, and came to a relatively refreshing mountain forest highland.

"This is it!"

Yuan Mu stopped and looked far ahead. I saw a dense building surrounded by mountains. It was an ancient Miao village, and the hanging towers stood on top of the mountains, like mountains and mountains. The scale is more than several times larger than that of the previous Bamun, but it is much less angry.

When I stepped forward, I could see that there were traces of artificially opened roads, but now they have been covered by overgrown weeds. In addition, there are some remaining buildings that seem to be fences, sentries, etc. to defend against foreign enemies. The invading things are now covered with vines.

Yuan Mu and Zhong Li walked side by side and walked on this deserted road. After a while, a crumbling cottage door appeared in front of the two. The wooden door post was blown away by the centuries of wind and rain. Mostly, the whole presented a half-gray and half-black color. The high-hanging door plaque had been shattered, and only the small half was hung upside down and swayed gently in the wind. A vague character was faintly visible on the top .

This is the Zhaimen. The buildings in the Zhaimen are also ordinary. Looking at them, the large hanging feet have collapsed and become ruins, and the rest is also a one-shot appearance. It is covered with vines and unknown plants. It is empty and decaying. Zhaizi, there is an endless sense of death ...