Chapter 10: Cannibal Hill

Chang'an returned home, and Ayan was asleep. He hesitated for a while at the door, but finally didn't go in, just tiptoe, drew on the window and looked at the woman's back for a while, then wiped his sleeves Putting the ash on his face in the fire, he whispered, "Ama, I'm gone."
In this way, he said nothing to A Yan and left.
Chang'an walked through the familiar forest, passing by the training ground where he often ran to peek, and then drilled into the gap of the door. After a while, he picked out a scrap blade, held it in his hand, didn't stop, and continued to run up the mountain. go with.
The continuous and rapid running made his chest feel sore, as if there was a long needle in it, and he had a lot of turbulence in it. He was so brave that he just trot all the way to Yufeng Mountain, which was usually regarded as a forbidden area by people.
I know that the old people with Yufeng Mountain said that there is a real cannibal mountain, a place where only true gods and demons can live. From the moment when they walked up the hillside, mortals can't help but worship and worship from the soul. I heard my tremor and fear.
However, Chang'an may be because he was too young, and his soul hadn't had time to grow. He took a sigh of relief and rushed to the forbidden ground. He decided to go to the one who had taught him a trick.
It doesn't matter whether he is a true or a devil.
There is no difference between Yufeng Mountain and the bottom of the mountain. It is still a dense forest, but it gets thinner and colder as it goes up to the mountain. When it reaches the top, there is only white snow.
The sweat on Chang'an's thin clothes was quickly dried by the night breeze, and he shivered severely, clenching the rusty iron piece in his hand.
Chang'an went up the mountain, but stood still. He looked up at the peak that could not see his head, and the peak inserted into / between the clouds was completely blank. He suddenly realized that the mountain was too high, too steep, and too big. He couldn't even distinguish between the northeast and southwest, let alone a person. I was afraid that even a big lion could not find it.
But to return, he couldn't.
The carpenter was burned to death and ran out of Ayan's house. Chang'an felt that he had completely betrayed Zheyan's last words.
With gratitude, with revenge, if you say it, you ca n’t recycle it, and you nod your head, you ca n’t go against it.
This is the thing that Zhe Yan gave his life from his ears--Zhe Yan probably lived very much on his own. He always wanted to train Changan into a tough guy. These words faint in the morning every morning. He is like a chanting and always talks with Changan. , Otherwise I feel like something is missing on this day.
Chang'an grew up with such an education and thinks that he nodded first. Now that he is invincible and innocent, he decides to go up the mountain with such a "sinful sin" and find that person to learn the sword. He solemnly promises himself, If you retreat and give up at this time, isn't it another turn?
The seven-year-old Chang'an doesn't know what a "conscience" is, but he already feels condemned by something mysterious.
Thinking of this, he took a sigh of relief and continued to walk headlessly to Yufeng Mountain.
The night was dark, and there was a sound of "rustle" around, as if a shadow was chasing endlessly behind him.
Chang'an looked back at him with the moonlight, and his heart suddenly jumped—seeing that there were dense, red eyes and small pairs of eyes behind him, and he didn't know how long he had been in the dark, one by one drooling at him.
Chang'an stopped, wondering whether he should run or what he should do.
As soon as he stopped, those things followed, and the leader walked two steps forward, exposing his body to the moonlight.
The thing is about the same length as a large lizard, with a long tail, fine-limbed limbs, a fang, reflecting colorful light on the body, but walking very lightly, each as thin as a snake ant, but standing A huge head, walking and shaking, overwhelmed, as if it might fall down at any time.
Very funny.
But when they lined up one by one, their red eyes were looking at Chang'an unanimously, as if they were figuring out where this meal should go.
What kind of monster this is, Chang'an has never heard of it. He took a small step back, and those things had to follow him forward and forward, forming a semi-encircle and surrounding the child.
Chang'an glanced over the group of unknown monsters who were waiting to eat his flesh, and did not know what they thought. He looked down at himself and thought very inexplicably, "Is this all for me?"
Then he looked at the big heads on the slim bodies of the monsters, and he was anxious and anxious in his heart: "I'm just a little bit of meat and I can't eat enough!"
These big-headed monsters don't care whether he eats enough or not, they smell the flavour of the flesh fluttering from the little skin and tender flesh of the little guy. They decide that even if everyone rushes on, just grab a mouthful of blood and lick it Grow into this picture!
Run?
Chang'an thought to himself, but he didn't dare to look back and retreat. He could see that if he walked a little bit, he would throw the biggest monster in front of him and kill him. Chang'an clenched the handle, and finally felt a little scared.
But he came up the mountain to find that person to learn the sword, how could he die halfway?
This scary made him sober-headed, but although he was awake, it was a pity that he had no time to learn any skills, but his mind was still so empty-empty except for the trick that the strange man taught him. .
He can only do this trick and only this one method. I don't know how long it can last, but he doesn't want to die here, he can only try it.
Chang An quietly lowered his center of gravity and lightly adjusted the angle of his wrist.
He showed his knife, which did not cause any deterrence to the opponent. The monster stuck out its long tongue and swiftly swallowed in the air. Chang'an saw the score, and his tongue was covered with barbs. Once he was caught , It will be torn off a large piece of flesh.
Shasha's voice pervaded around him again, and Chang'an's feet firmly stepped on the ground. He thought of the man's movement that day, and he misplaced his feet by half an inch without the teacher's guidance--this only made him feel stronger. Already.
At the moment when the handle was gripped, the fear in Chang'an's heart disappeared like a miracle, as if there was a great dependence, as if the broken copper and iron in his hand was an artifact to cut and kill the devil.
However, his artifact was not used at this time.
The moment the big-headed monster was about to pounce, suddenly, a sharp whistle came from a distance--like a crane whistle, and it was much sharper than a crane whistle. That sound made the scalp numb, as if it could sting. The sky is broken.
The big monsters around Changan listened, and at the same time stepped back.
Then, the sound of wings inciting sounded, a huge black shadow came down when it was airborne, Chang'an didn't want to think about it, and didn't even see what the black shadow was, so he hurried forward through the gap that the big monsters pulled away. He ran—he had run very fast, but was still swept out by the wind falling from the wings of the giant bird, and slammed into the root of a large tree.
This time almost broke Changan's not-so-sturdy small body. His eyes were black, but he still gritted his teeth to reach the big tree roots behind him, holding himself up tightly, holding his breath, faint Climbing up the tree.
After a long while, he finally took a step back, and then he could see what was thrown down.
It was a weird big bird with a length of seven or eight feet, and its wings spread out. For Chang'an, it could already cover the sky. However, it only had fleshy feathers on one wing, and somehow it was a row of skeletons on the other side.
As it wobbled, the skeleton rattled.
The big bird had a hook in its mouth, the same steel was cast, and nodding down, it could poke three or two big head monsters at the same time.
Chang'an stared at the big bird dumbfounded, and looked down at his little hand with a ghostly look, and suddenly felt a kind of feeling that he could not reach the dust. He was so jealous that he couldn't wait for him to have such prestige. He even opened his arms stupidly. Then, he learned to spread his wings—this made him almost planted from one end of the tree.
For the first time in his life, he thought about this question-why am I so weak?
Flying in the sky, running on the ground, each one is so powerful, he can eat him if he wants to eat, he may have the courage to fight when he encounters such a single big head monster, but if he encounters such a big bird ?
It has one wing, and it will fall three or four battles away. When it lowers its head and pecks, it will want its head to bloom!
Those big-headed monsters who just returned to the prestige receded as if they were in the tide. It can be seen that they only bully the children's strong and dry goods, but the weird big birds have not pursued it. Wherever it passes, countless monsters of all sizes have become ugly bodies. Everyone is ready to cook.
Running away alive the big bird doesn't care, these dead ones have already given it a full meal.
However, when it opened its belly and ate sourly, Chang'an suddenly felt that there was something behind him that wiped himself violently, setting off a fierce wind, and the blades that he brought were scratched around his neck. Shallow blood.
Chang'an didn't even see what the thing was, and the bird's sharp scream sounded again. He looked at it with all his eyes, and saw that it was a big two-headed snake, and he didn't even look at it when he threw it towards the big bird Take a look at Chang'an-because one of its heads is as big as three or four Chang'an, which lion would be fine to step on ants to play?
At the same time, two venomous snake heads bitten on the big bird at the same time. The big bird was screaming in pain, flickered with wings and jumped up, and pulled back by the two-headed snake. Together, the dust brought about Changan's face.
The bird furiously pecked the snake's body with its beak, and the blackened snake blood ran down the snake's body, but it was not loose, and the huge fangs were embedded in the bird's body.
The big bird tried to rise to the sky again, and rushed towards Changan's hiding direction. One of the two-headed snakes slackened. At this moment, the scaly body emptied, and it opened the big mouth of blood. It was several times larger than its own head, and it bit the bird's head down with a bite, less than two feet away from Chang'an.
Hot blood sprayed, the Changan people were on the tree, could not dodge, and were sprayed face to face, becoming a little blood person.
The bird's blood was a bit hot, and he quickly reached out and wiped it, rubbed it on the trunk, and looked down.
The big snake and the big bird fell to the ground together, and the whole ground trembled, within a few dozen feet-all living creatures except Changan had run out, lest they be affected by these two wars.
The bird twitched a bit, and finally died. It was slowly rolled up by the two-headed snake, swallowed up in two pipes, and the bird's bone was strangled by the snake's head. The clattering sound was especially noticeable in the quiet night.
Chang'an didn't expect that the big bird who was so proud of the power just turned into food for others so quickly. He wondered what was the reason for this, but he was a little awed afterwards. When the big snake had eaten and drank enough to become a hill to sleep, he slowly slid down the tree, carefully bypassed the two-headed snake, and ran forward.
But the danger on Yufeng Mountain is far more than that. The little Chang'an ran and suddenly stopped, and the children who lived in the jungle tribe keenly felt that something was wrong--the ant's call was gone. , All around quietly.
Chang'an stopped, the blood stains on his face had dried up, making him a little uncomfortable, and he ran two hands freely, pinching his most loyal partner again.
Like a wary little wolf, he carefully walked forward while watching the road and listening in all directions.
However, even if it is a wolf, he is still a young wolf. His ears and eyes are not full, and Chang'an has not walked for ten steps. A huge shadow suddenly pressed down from the top of his head. This time, the child failed to respond. Over, he was tense all of a sudden, but only had time to tighten-before he could dodge, he was wrapped in the brain with that thing.
He was turned over, with his head down and falling down.
Changan Ben / captively stretched out his hands, but he felt a very smooth mucus. The mucus touched the delicate skin, and the pain was hot. Changan subconsciously waved aside, and the blade was inserted / into something. Inside the thing, his falling body stopped.
There was blood on the hand, and a layer of skin had fallen off, which Chang'an felt.
When the blade was inserted / into the mucus-filled "wall", Chang'an felt a tremor in the surrounding area. He lowered his head to look at it, it was dark below, and there was something faint, like a pond I didn't know how deep the water was, and he was less than two feet away from his suspended feet.
Something went up and down in it, Chang'an had adapted to the dark eyes and took a closer look, recognizing that it was a bone.
He knew it-what he called was swallowed in his stomach.