Chapter 171 Fighting for Host
While thinking, the mountain suddenly became foggy. At first, it was a thin fog, and slowly became thicker. It was white on all sides, and the color of the trees could not be seen. A gust of wind rose, and the white fog turned gray, brown and black. In the end, it covered the sky and the sun. The good weather just now seemed to be pouring rain in a blink of an eye.
Looking at the dark sky, Feng Junyang thought that the weather of the Miao people is really changing. The bright sunny day is about to rain. We have to find an inn to stay and wait until the sky is a little better before going back. He stood up and looked around, and his heart suddenly became desperate.
It seems to be covered with a black curtain, and everywhere is exactly the same. Strangely, in such a dark place, his eyes can still see, and he can see his five fingers when he stretches out his hand, but he can't see the road around him, as if he is in a black bottomless hole, everywhere, with no exit.
He got lost. He was a little anxious. He had heard some old people say that when they were wandering outside, they would encounter such a situation when they went to deep mountains and forests or places with heavy miasma.
They said that, don't look at those mountains, trees, and stones, they are all spiritual things. They can perceive people's psychology, predict the future, and interpret what happened thousands of years ago once again in people's vision. Those who die in the depths of the jungle will attach their souls to plants and spiritual trees, using their special ways to find scapegoates, or to show people their injustice.
The old man said, don't panic when you encounter this situation. The more panic, the more you can feel the trees and stones, and they will emit a stronger tense atmosphere. What's more, they can't have evil thoughts, so that they can also sense your vague killing. They will kill before you, and such people will die without a whole body. His body will be decomposed by big trees and vines. At this time, the best way is to sit still, close your eyes, and have good thoughts. If you usually do something wrong, you must repent at this time.
"I didn't do anything wrong." Feng Junyang thought and sat down on the ground, which made him feel a little real. But the endless darkness made the golden silkworm in his body ready to move. This guy thought it was night and it was time to make a fuss. He obviously felt bursts of abdominal pain, so he endured it. If he messed up at this time, he might not be able to get out of the jungle.
But the more he endured, the more provocence the golden silkworm seemed to be provocative in his body. He felt a brave force and wanted to break through his big holes. Wherever he went, he could obviously feel a big bag in the acupuncture points by touching it with his hand. The golden silkworm kept bumping, and he suddenly remembered that when Ziyi "saved" the golden silkworm from Wu Qianhe, Wu Qianhe's body was also bulging.
He was overjoyed. Did the golden silkworm want to come out of his body?
But as the golden silkworm kept crashing, he found that the surrounding environment suddenly changed. Those black "accounts" were suddenly moving and twisting. They were like a trap for a moment, and sometimes like a huge swimming whirlpool, with the sound of a tsunami, trying to swallow him up. He felt that the ground he was sitting in was bumpy, like an earthquake, and it was like falling into a swamp. He couldn't exert any strength. The harder he tried, the deeper he got.
Feng Junyang is a little flustered. If it goes on like this, he will be swallowed up by the darkness and become a fertilizer to nourish this * vegetation. The black fog was getting closer and closer, and he felt that the air was thin and it was difficult to breathe. The golden silkworm in his body is more anxious than him, as if it is aware of the danger of the host. This place of rest now makes it feel insecure and wants to break out.
The black fog and the golden silkworm seem to be competing for speed and endurance. The more fierce the black fog was, the more impatient the golden silkworm became. Feng Junyang was tortured and weak. The golden silkworm kept rushing to make his body hot, like a fireball that was about to explode. He tried to calm down. Subconsciously, he found that the black fog seemed to be coming for the golden silkworm, not himself!
He had encountered emergency situations before, such as the distress at Lanyue Villa, and the golden silkworm in his body was indifferent. There was no such excitement. Obviously, this time it made the golden silkworm feel uneasy. It met a strong enemy!
This mountain is Liu Shisi's mother-in-law's mountain. She grows medicine here. Just now, Feng Junyang saw all kinds of medicinal herbs, including the nemesis of golden silkworms, male yellow, garlic, calamus and so on. Are these black fogs medicinal? Do you want to annihilate the foreign golden silkworms?
He was surprised by his idea! Ziyi once soaked the water of Wu Qianhe's body. At that time, he smelled the ingredients inside, including male yellow and calamus garlic. The golden silkworm forced out of Wu Qianhe's body. This time, the golden silkworm felt the same "necess" again. Did it feel danger, or did it think that the owner was summoning nearby?
The purple clothes broke through Wu Qianhe's body with a silver needle and released the golden silkworm. In a hurry, the golden silkworm hit the acupuncture point in his hand.
He took a bite, and the pain surged up. The corners of his mouth were salty and wet, and a heat wave gushed out of his hand!
With a shining golden light, he felt that his body was suddenly comfortable, as if he had unloaded a thousand pounds of heavy burden, and his blood was warm and refreshed.
After the golden light, the black fog was split like a flash of lightning, and the black "account" was torn into pieces, roaring as if it was blown up by the wind, rising into the air, and then twisted into a black rope-like shape, chasing the golden light!
The golden silkworm is out!
Feng Junyang wants to shout! Liu Shi, who came thousands of miles to detoxify, but the person who detoxified, died unexpectedly. When he was disheartened, he didn't expect that the golden silkworm would encounter a strong enemy on the way down the mountain. It was really a poor mountain and there was no way out. Liu dark flowers were another village!
It's just that he was happy too early!
The golden light and black fog are entangled and entangled in the mountains, sometimes making strange screams, and sometimes transformed into various appearances. They bite each other, but they don't care about it or fly towards the wind!
The golden silkworm turned into a little golden man and stepped on the clouds in midair and walked towards Fengjun. His lovely and pleasing appearance, if it was really a normal child, he would not help hugging it.
And the black fog was not willing to show weakness. It also turned into a small man, just wearing a black shirt and looked colder than the little golden man. It tore the little golden man and didn't let it grab it in front of itself.
The black fog turned out to be a golden silkworm! On this mountain, it must be the golden silkworm raised by Liu Shisi, but I don't know why it is black. It looks much more powerful than the little golden man. No wonder the little golden man is so flustered.
Two little people fight and want to get close to Feng Junyang. Are they fighting for the host? All worms have to cling to the host to survive. Now that as soon as Grandma Liu dies, her golden silkworm will naturally be left unattended. No wonder it is also anxious to find the host.
The two little people are getting closer and closer, and Feng Junyang is anxious. No matter who is attached to him, these two little people are in big trouble. He will not be confused by their cute appearance. He finally got rid of the entanglement of the little golden man. He has to find a way to get rid of them forever!
The black fog gradually rose, and it seemed that the black golden silkworm had the upper hand. He was afraid of being trapped again. When he could still distinguish the direction, he chose the road and kept running wildly.
I don't know how far he ran, and the fog gradually dissipated. He stepped into a place with birds and flowers. A unique small house could be seen in the distance, and the flowers and plants on all sides were blooming, emitting a faint fragrance.
After crossing the wooden bridge, there is the house in front of it. The water under the wooden bridge is gurgling, and the willows on both sides are drooping. What a small bridge and flowing water!
When he walked to the door of the cabin, he wanted to look up and knock on the door. Suddenly, he felt cloudy. Looking up, the mid-air rushed to him, isn't it the little black man?
Feng Junyang was shocked! The little black man won! It is rushing to the new host in the posture of the winner.
The black whirlwind came towards him, and the wind handsome shouted and dodged, but was shrouded in black fog. The little black man was really fast and fast. He was surrounded by him before he could dodge.
The black fog quickly gathered into a black strip, spinning to his face.
It's too late, then it's fast! Just as it was about to enter his body from his facial features, the firewood door behind him creaked open, and a calm voice came from inside: "Evil, don't hurt anyone again!"