Chapter 228: Spooky trap

Chapter 228 Weird Trap
General Zhang’s eyes sank, and the tens of thousands of sighs at the end of his mouth turned into a sigh:
Be careful!

The soldiers have low martial arts and are not familiar with the trap forest. Even if they follow up, they can't help much. Maybe it will add chaos. It is better to let Murong Xue go in alone. If there is any danger, she can also be the fastest. Speed ​​away, or come out!
"I know!" Murong Xue nodded, pulling Ouyang Shaohao, slowly into the trap forest.
The tall trees in the woods, the weeds, the branches, the roots of the trees are intricate and complicated, and Murong Xue step by step, carefully moving forward, obviously a hot summer, but the forest is cold, there is no sunshine, no A trace of wind, some of the surrounding silence...
"Ah!" A shouting into the ear, Murong Xue followed the sound, and saw that there was no trace of space appearing in the seven or eight meters, a long big mouth was drawn on the back of the hand, and the blood was blowing outwards, bright red The blood is faintly revealing...
Murong Xue glanced at him and hurried forward to take out the detoxifying powder and sprinkle it on the back of his hand: "What happened?"
"If you accidentally hang it from the branches, it will be like this." No traces are understated.
Murong Xue’s cold eyes swept over a dead tree, branches and leaves, and the dark eyes were slightly smashed. The air was poisonous, and the branches and leaves of the plants were poisonous:
This is a poisonous forest. Be careful when walking. Don't touch anything."
"Well!" Nodded no trace, striding forward, continued to explore the road, after walking more than ten meters, his tall body suddenly sinking, half of the calf stuck in the thick mud!
"I don't want to trap the forest, there are traps everywhere, people can't prevent it. The blue flame is 300,000 troops, and it is blocked!" There is no sigh and sigh, forcefully pull out the foot, don't want to, the more he pulls, the more he sinks, the thicker The thick mud rushed to him layer by layer, and his knees were drowned in the blink of an eye...
Murong Xue was stunned and hurriedly walked over: "No trace, don't move, the mud here is very special. The more you struggle, the deeper you will sink..."
No traces, suddenly slammed the action, looked up to Murong Xue: "What should I do?"
Murong Xue looked around and didn't see the right thing. The ‘brush’ pulled out the soft sword at the waist and stretched out without a trace:
Pinch the tip of the sword, I will pull you up!

"Good!" Nodded no trace, reaching out and pinching the tip of the sword.
Murong Xue is preparing to pull people hard, but see Ouyang Shaohao grabbing her wrists and forcefully slamming them. In the blink of an eye, the mud will be pulled out without any traces, and the hard ground will be pulled to the side.
There was no trace of falling to the ground, looking at the muddy mud on the trousers, and the corner of the mouth could not help but pumped: "The mud here is not really powerful!"
The moment he got stuck in the mud, the mud surrounded him and clung to him, making him feel like he was wrapped up in death, pulling him to the underworld a little bit...
"This is not ordinary silt, but a swamp!" Murong Xue looked at the light green mud and looked faint.
"Marsh? What is that?" Frowning brows without a trace.
"It is a very special trap." Murong Xue said lowly, the cold eyes narrowed up slightly: no wonder the soldiers of the Qingyan entered here, there is no return, the woods are poisonous everywhere, the next is the next The important thing is that this piece of hidden swamp, as long as it gets stuck, will be muddy into the ground, no one can live away from here...
There are no dense black feather arrows in this wood, no hidden steel nail bed, no hidden organs, traps, but more terrible than those, because the swamp kills, silent, mysterious, weird, as long as it is contaminated a little bit Will throw your life here...
"Hey!" The quiet trees suddenly smashed into Murong Xue, Ouyang Shaohao, between the traces, separated from each other in the blink of an eye, a strip of leaves without wind, quickly rotating, pumping towards her .
Murong Xue was stunned with a soft sword, and he quickly swayed and cut off the branches and leaves without mercy.
The branches and leaves are endless in general, cut a batch, and then a batch, how can you cut them all, Murong Xue frowned, feet, and vacated, the soft sword in the hands was cut to the highest in the middle of the wood. On that branch, I only heard the sound of the 'card', the long branch broke, fell to the ground, and the whole tree instantly calmed down...
Murong Xue gently fell to the ground, secretly let out a sigh of relief, looking at the big tree in the sky, the eyes are cold as ice: the traps set by the people of southern Xinjiang, really mysterious, weird, different, the blue flame soldiers died In these weird traps, it’s not too embarrassing...
Murong Xue looked around and saw the empty woods, only she was alone, Ouyang Shaohao, no trace, completely disappeared.
She frowned and shouted: "Shizi... Ouyang Shizi..."
Quiet in the air, answering her in addition to silence or silence!
"No trace..." Murong Xue called again.
The surroundings are still quiet, without any echo!
Murong Xue frowned slightly. When these trees came out, they dispersed them. Ouyang Shaohao, no traces may have been far away from her...
With only one piece of wood, you can create so many strange traps. The people in southern Xinjiang are really bad. The trap here is heavy. It should be the hinterland of the woods. It should not stay for a long time...
Murong Xue looked down and looked around carefully, moving in one direction and moving quickly.
After a certain distance, the fog in the air faded slightly. The more you walked forward, the lighter the fog. From the beginning, the dark gray gradually turned into gray, light gray, white, white, and faint. powder……
How is this going?
Murong Xue's incomprehensible frown, carefully avoiding the swamps on the left and right sides, along the hard ground with a wide foot in the middle, slowly moving forward...
"Come here, drink and drink!" Gao Song’s voice came into his ear. Murong Xue looked up and saw that several South Xinjiang soldiers wearing armor were sitting on the open space outside the woods, burning on the fire. Game, drink and laugh.
In the center of the open space, there are three thin and long wooden pillars. Three young flame soldiers with muds are tied to the wooden pillars, and their heads are pulled. I don’t know if they are dead or alive.
A South Xinjiang soldier grabbed the game, the big thorns bite, and glanced at the unidentified Qingyan soldiers. God mysteriously lowered the voice: "It is rare to catch a living Qingyan soldier, do you want to play? A play, happy music?"
"How to play?" South Xinjiang soldiers looked at him with a gaze.
"It's very simple." The man smiled awkwardly, let go of the game, strode to the front of a Qingyan soldier, pulled out the dagger in his boots, and sweared down the shoulders of the man...
(End of this chapter)