Horizontal pushing martial arts: starting from the red alchemy bell jar

Chapter 18 Be sure to call my name

It only took a second for Chuhe's face to turn from rosy to pale.

He forcibly stabilized his legs, which were limp due to collapse.

Supporting his exhausted consciousness, he looked around, looked at the devastated battlefield, looked for the direction, and found the knife nailed to the tree a few hundred meters away.

The opponent came too fast, pressing every step of the way, so he didn't have time to pick up the knife, otherwise, he wouldn't be as embarrassed as he won.

As for Miao Miao's weird little cunning, he might have seen that the situation was not good, and ran away quietly while the two of them were fighting in full swing.

After packing his luggage, Chuhe fled here immediately.

This place is only a few miles away from the village, and no one has checked for such a big movement. Either someone blocked the movement, or the whole village has initially fallen into the control of the village chief.

This is not what Chuhe is most puzzled about.

It was the village head who controlled the headless corpse, so where did Han Zhong go?

Could it be that the soldiers divided into two groups and went to arrest Li Zhi?

No, Li Zhi doesn't deserve to be treated like this.

At that time, Chuhe had already prepared for the worst.

Now, it seems that all is over.

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On the other side, the elder brother Han Zhongzheng, whom Chuhe has always cared about, lowered his head and performed a complicated and special ceremony with a black thread. In the middle of the ceremony, Mao Chen squatted on the spot restlessly, holding a black iron box with his hands around his arms.

"Brother, is it really good for us to leave the village late at night?" Mao Chen looked around the thick fog in fear, wondering, "Why don't you come during the day, in case there is something scary and weird..."

"Time is running out, the land god is broken, and a lot of low-level monsters have sneaked into the village. You have seen it in the past two days, so we can't delay any longer."

Han Zhong put down the black thread, finished the last one, raised his head and said helplessly: "If you want to restore the land god and restore the protective power, you must use this kind of weird material to repair the sculpture. And the probability of that human skin appearing in the night is higher than that in the daytime." Much, I can only work hard on you."

"This... If it's for the village, no matter how dangerous it is, I will be obliged..." Mao Chen was frightened, but forced a smile.

"If it wasn't for the fact that my qi and blood were too strong, the human skin would not dare to show up, and I couldn't lure it to appear, and I wouldn't take the risk of letting you try."

Han Zhong got up slowly, not without regrets: "Actually, I also asked other juniors for help, but they... oh..."

"They are a bunch of selfish guys!" Mao Chen was indignant, and after being vented by this, his timidity faded away. He patted his chest: "Elder brother, don't worry, I will definitely complete the task."

"Junior Brother Mao, if you attract treacherous people and you don't have time to get out of the ceremony, then shout my name, and I will keep you safe and sound."

Hearing this promise, Mao Chen felt relieved and nodded vigorously.

After Han Zhong finished speaking, he turned his head and left, disappearing into the mist.

Seeing the elder brother leave, Mao Chen felt inexplicably guilty again. Looking at the thick and oppressive fog, his heart was pounding, and the more he thought about it, the deeper his fear became.

The dark night in the foggy forest is undoubtedly frightening.

Especially on that treacherous territory...

He held the iron box in his hand tightly, turned his eyes to the iron box, and thought about what was in the box to divert his attention.

From Han Zhong's one-sided words, I know that this is an important tool that can attract people's tricks, but why is it packed in a box?
Shouldn't tools be used?
Driven by curiosity, Mao Chen opened the black box.

What imprinted in the eyes was a pair of eyes that were dying, followed by withered yellow hair, a hook-like nose bridge, and dry and white lips.

Mao Chen choked for breath, his whole body went numb, and he almost cried out.

The next moment, a bloodshot pupil suddenly turned up, and a full red pupil drilled out from under the eyeball, exuding a bewitching red glow.

The screaming in the throat gradually calmed down, Mao Chen's eyes became dim, and the whole person seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, and he was in a daze.

The plain mist rolled suddenly, and a light and floating figure swayed with the wind, blowing a little bit not far from where Mao Chen was.

It was a swaying woman, round and jade-like, weak and boneless, a pair of small feet touched the ground, and there were wavy folds in the flesh, as if the whole person had no bones and was supported by a gust of wind.

She bounced and ran to Mao Chen's back little by little, her arms gently wrapped around Mao Chen's neck, and her whole body was pressed on his back.

In the next second, a big slit opened from top to bottom in the woman, exposing the scarlet inner wall, wrapping Mao Chen up like a dumpling.

Perhaps it was because Mao Chen was a man, the woman's entire human skin couldn't swallow him whole for a while, it could only be squeezed and deformed a little bit.

"What... what is this!!?"

Mao Chen's eyes flashed with gold, and he suddenly broke free from the ambiguity. Before he could catch his breath, he suddenly found that his whole body was covered with a layer of tough human skin.

The golden light flashing all over his body, struggling to break free from the restraints.

But the more he struggled, the faster the human skin wrapped.

Mao Chen was terrified, thinking of the words of his elder brother Han Zhong, a burst of hope suddenly burst into his heart, and he roared out of the thick fog with all his strength.

"Big brother! Big brother save me!!"

As imagined, the figure that descended from the sky did not appear.

The human skin that was about to spread to the neck began to restrain the neck and squeeze the trachea little by little. His heart was flustered and he struggled desperately.

The elder brother must be too far away to hear.

Yes, I must have not heard it!
He was lucky in his chest and made the loudest voice in his life.

"Big brother! Big brother! Big... Han Zhong!!"

The roar and deafening shout resounded through the fog again and again, but Han Zhong seemed to have evaporated from the world, and he never showed up.

Every howl seems to carry emotions, from anticipation, to anxiety, anger, then despair, and finally the gnashing of resentment!

"Han! Zhong!!"

At the moment when the human skin was about to engulf Mao Chen, he made a final sound, gnashing his teeth, as if he wanted to drink his blood and peel his bones!

As soon as Human Pigui swallowed Mao Chen, the surrounding array of black hair rose up without wind, just like a spinning lotus flower, winding around Human Pigui's body one by one, and finally tied it up. solid.

The black hair squirmed and intertwined with each other, forming a huge cocoon.

The human skin is struggling violently, and the surface of the silkworm cocoon is uneven, but as the black hair becomes tighter and tighter, the whole silkworm cocoon gradually calms down.

After a while, the mist was rippling, and Han Zhong Xianting strolled out. He squatted beside the black silkworm cocoon, stroking the surface of the cocoon with one hand, his expression indifferent.

"Brother, brother is late."

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Chuhe endured the surging blood, carried a sack, and headed towards a deserted house at the east end of the village.

When passing through a fork, he rolled his eyelids slightly, stopped in his tracks, changed direction randomly, and walked towards something over there.

As soon as he came in front of the wriggling thing, Chu He was smiling but not smiling.

"Brother Li, what a coincidence."

(End of this chapter)