Chapter 27 The Unknown Great Terror (please read)
“Fishing?”
Hear this.
Everyone, including Partridge Whistle, was confused.
It's so dark down here that you can't see your fingers.
Where did the fish come from?
But these words came from Chen Yulou.
No one dares to underestimate you.
Everyone stared down with their eyes widened and held their breath.
At this moment, the chicken was still struggling and neighing desperately. However, it was not a bird after all and could not fly into the air. After a few flutters, it fell deep into the mist.
Originally thick white fog.
At this moment, it was scattered in all directions.
It looks like a ball of rolled up cotton wool.
Seeing that the rooster was about to fall into the fog and never see his figure again, Partridge Whistle couldn't help frowning and glanced at Chen Yulou next to him.
I want to ask him.
What's going on.
But before he could speak, he suddenly saw Chen Yulou's eyes as quiet as a well shrinking suddenly, his body slightly arched, and his expression became a little more solemn.
"Could it be..."
Seeing this, Partridge Whistle still didn't understand.
I was about to look back and take a closer look.
There was already a loud roaring sound in my ears.
It was like a train passing by, or like hundreds of stoves boiling at the same time.
He suddenly looked down at him with a horrified expression.
The terrifying sound was like the sky falling apart.
The earthquake caused the gravel in the cracks in the cliff to crash into the sinkhole.
Soon, the movement came from far to near.
Amazingly fast.
There seemed to be some kind of monster that was climbing rapidly up the rock wall.
The falling rooster was obviously aware of the danger.
It had already given up struggling, but now it was acting like crazy, neighing and flapping its wings desperately.
Trying to escape from the sinkhole.
It’s just...
Poultry are not good at flying.
In addition, in order to stimulate their wild nature in the past two days, I deliberately did not feed them, and waited until they entered the underground palace before releasing them to hunt for poison.
How can you have strength when you are hungry?
The more impatient it is, the harder it is to escape.
In a blink of an eye.
The terrifying movement had almost reached his feet.
The people present were all decisive in killing, but they were also frightened at this moment.
Huamaguai, in particular, was so frightened that his face turned pale and he bit the tip of his tongue hard to force himself to calm down.
However, others are not much better than him.
Miss Hong held the knife in her backhand, her eyebrows raised, and the flower spirit next to her also took out her mirror umbrella.
Moshan lineage, because it is inextricably linked to Taoism.
The utensils used are also quite mysterious.
There are three mirror umbrellas in her hand.
They are held by three people respectively.
It seems ordinary, but in fact it has great origins.
The hundred-year-old lightning-struck wood was used as the keel, and the old peach wood was ground into pulp to make the umbrella surface. It was also coated with cinnabar, and then inlaid with a total of sixteen Dharma mirrors.
When the umbrella is opened, the light is like fire, which can destroy evil spirits.
Although she has only been out for a few years, she is very skilled in using mirror umbrellas.
Together with the three senior brothers and sisters, they have a tacit understanding with each other.
As long as it is not a great demon who has condensed the demon elixir.
Under the Sancai formation, there are almost no opponents.
Now that she even took out her mirror umbrella, you can imagine how panicked she felt.
The old foreigner did not move the umbrella, but the crossbow, which he regarded as life, was already placed on his arm, and his left hand tightened the string tightly.
His eyes were like knives, staring into the depths of the mist.
As long as something changes.
He will definitely pull the string and draw the bow immediately.
Even Kunlun had a solemn look on his face at this moment. He lost his honesty and honesty, and only had a frightening edge left in his body.
Also keep calm.
At least he looks calm on the outside.
There are only two people, Chen Yulou and Partridge Shao.
But if you look carefully, you will notice that under the latter's spacious Taoist robe, his figure is also tense, like a big bow ready to go.
"Coming..."
Just when the strange sound was like thunder, it enveloped everyone's hearts, and the invisible sense of oppression reached its peak.
Chen Yulou, who has been facing away from everyone, stood on the edge of the cliff and looked out.
Suddenly said softly.
It couldn’t be more simple than two words. But it made everyone's hearts beat violently.
Wow——
Like a sign.
The moment the words fell.
Deep in the thick fog, a huge dark shadow suddenly flashed past, opened its bloody mouth, and swallowed the rooster that was still flapping its wings desperately.
The neighing sound stopped suddenly.
When everyone saw this scene, their heartbeats seemed to skip a beat.
All of them had faces full of horror, fear and confusion.
A deathly silence shrouded the edge of the cliff.
"Gudong..."
Finally, a swallowing sound broke the silence.
Huamaguai's face turned pale when he came back to his senses. He secretly glanced at the shopkeeper and saw that he did not look back. Everyone else was still immersed in their own worlds.
No one noticed him.
He was secretly relieved.
Grandma’s.
Lived for so many years.
This is the first time he has seen such a strange situation,
What the hell is that?
Of course, he only dared to criticize a few words.
"It seems that the fishing is OK?"
Finally, looking at the mist in the Tiankeng that gradually became silent, Chen Yulou turned around and smiled lightly.
Just...
What he said is really not funny.
The old foreigner secretly loosened his fingers on the bowstring.
I feel like half of my body is numb.
When the black shadow appeared just now, he almost couldn't hold back the arrow.
Fortunately, I held back at the last moment.
Of course he didn't admit that he was frightened. His mind went blank for a moment and he couldn't remember Zhang Gong.
"Brother Chen, what on earth is that?"
Partridge Whistle let out a breath, but could not relax his frown.
Listen to him asking.
Several people on the side also looked over.
The fog was thick, and the black shadow was so fast that it almost disappeared in a flash.
I didn’t even see what it looked like.
The Partridge Whistle did capture a trace of detail.
In addition to being completely black, the monster also has a pair of long jaws, like a pair of barbs made of cold iron.
While swimming in the mist, there was a red line faintly flashing through.
But he thought about it, and it didn't match up with the monsters he had seen.
"Centipede!"
"How could it be?"
Hearing this, everyone including Partridge Whistle looked in disbelief.
It is rare for centipedes to grow as long as chopsticks.
The black shadow just now was at least a foot or two long, and it would be an exaggeration to say that it was a demonic dragon dormant at the bottom of the mountain.
"I saw it once from a distance when I was stepping on plates here a few days ago, but the beast was extremely cautious. As soon as I got close to him, he returned to his lair at the base of the mountain."
"At that time It's too far away to confirm."
"That's why I will try to lure it out before the fight today."
Chen Yulou's eyes were calm and clear.
"Besides, have you forgotten, Chen, I was born with night eyes, how could I not see clearly?"
"...It's true."
After these words fell.
There is no one in the group who doesn’t believe it.
Besides being frightened, he was even more grateful that he had actually fished out the monster.
Otherwise they enter it rashly.
Isn’t the only option is to die?
Seeing a few people thinking deeply, Chen Yulou secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Of course he won’t say it.
In order to lure out the six-winged centipede in advance.
Not only did he hand over the bamboo cage containing the Nuqing chicken to a waiter to take care of it.
Otherwise, if you sense the aura of a natural enemy, with the vigilance of that six-winged centipede, you will never take the bait.
One more thing.
When he took the rooster from Huamaguai's hand.
There was an extremely weak trace of aura left on its comb.
As a monster, you can never resist such temptation.
Sure enough!
The result was exactly as he expected.
(End of this chapter)