Old Liu lowered his head sharply, and saw Zhao Zhuang's foot stepped half a foot off, and his footprints fell exactly between the two footprints I left: "What did you do? Mr. Li... Where is Mr. Li?"

When Old Liu looked up to look for me again, I had already disappeared, and the old man and the young man were trapped in place.

Zhao Zhuang said in a trembling voice: "Dad, what should we do?"

Zhao Zhuang is younger than Old Liu Tou, but his cultivation level is lower than that of Old Liu Tou. Old Liu knows many things, but Zhao Zhuang has never seen them. When big things happen, he can only ask Old Liu Tou.

Old Liu Tou calmed down and said, "Didn't Mr. Li say that? If you can't keep up with him, just follow what he said, 'If you encounter a dragon, walk half way; if you encounter a tiger, walk the white line.'"

Zhao Zhuang almost cried: "What is a dragon and what is a tiger?"

Old Liu Tou knelt down and said, "There must be two graves here. One grave contains a long worm, and the other grave contains a lynx. Let's look for it."

I said before entering the formation that there are dragons and tigers on this road. This means that there are "dragons and tigers" buried underneath that have been sealed using secret techniques.

In fact, dragons and tigers can also be understood as dragons and tigers fighting. It is impossible for a dragon and a tiger to get along with each other. If they are placed on a narrow mountain road, it will be even more difficult for them to coexist. Of course, the caster will not let them really fight, otherwise,

How to keep the gate?

The person who performs the magic can use another method to let them compete, for example: who kills more people!

The dragon and tiger guarding the goal must be a fierce formation!

Old Liu Tou simply lay down on the ground, pressing his face to the ground and looking sideways at my footprints: "Mr. Li must have come in to separate the dragon from the tiger, and trap him first..."

Before Old Liu Tou finished speaking, cold sweat broke out on his forehead - not only did he see that Zhao Zhuang's feet were wearing a pair of round-toed longevity shoes worn only by dead people, but his toes did not touch the ground.

Zhao Zhuang's voice also came over lightly: "Did you see it? Just lie down for a while! I will let you go when the man named Li comes over."

While Zhao Zhuang was talking, he lay down next to Old Liu Tou and turned to look at him: "The man surnamed Li will turn back in a while, and then he will see us lying on the ground. You tell me, he will look first

Who is not dead? Should I look at you first or should I look at you first?"

"Look at you, I'll kill him from behind. Look at me, he will definitely die!" As Zhao Zhuang spoke, two snake-like fangs poked out from the corners of his grinning mouth, and the tip of his bright red tongue was also between the two rows of teeth.

It was trembling slightly, and at first glance it looked like a poisonous snake lying on the road, watching for its prey.

When Old Liu Tou was in danger, it happened to be a quarter of an hour before I entered the battle.

Ding Zhong, who was squatting outside the formation, looked at his watch and said, "Brother, should we pull the thread? It's been a quarter of an hour. Why is there no movement from Mr. Li?"

Ding Yi, who had been squatting on the ground, didn't even raise his head: "Just pull it! It's better to do this as early as possible!"

Ding Zhong thought for a moment before he lowered his body and retracted the red thread inch by inch. He had just wrapped the red thread back a few times, and the red thread stretched straight in the air as if someone had pulled it.

Ding Zhong tried to pull back twice, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead: "It's over, I caused trouble for my husband, and he doesn't want to come out."

Ding Yi's voice came from behind him: "If you pull back further, something might happen over there. If you pull the red thread, you might be able to save him."

Ding Zhong had no idea now.

Warlocks who know how to draw the red line know that after the red line is tightened, you cannot forcefully pull it back. Because you don't know what happened on the other end of the red line. Once you pull it tight, you might be able to pull something over.

Ding Yi urged again: "Pull it! The most important thing is to rescue Mr. Li."

Ding Zhong gritted his teeth and tentatively began to pull the red thread out. After a while, a figure appeared in the direction of the intersection.

"Mr. Li!" Ding Zhong almost stood up.

The man he saw was bleeding from all his facial features. Not only was his face as pale as snow, but his eyes seemed to be unable to focus, and he was looking blankly.

When a warlock is in trouble, the first thing you need to look at is his eyes. Once a warlock's eyes lose their sparkle, it means that his soul is lost.

Although the figure in Ding Zhong's eyes could still move, except for his two feet, the rest of his body was as stiff as a dead person.

This means that what he pulled out was a corpse.

Although the red thread attached to the warlock's body is still there, the warlock is dead, and the body is moving back step by step, pulled by the red thread.

Ding Zhong pulled the red thread hard, pulling it back and forth. He wanted to try to see if I could still be saved.

But Ding Yi said in a dark voice behind the other party: "Stop dragging him, just see him. If you drag a dead man over, aren't you afraid that he will suck your yang energy and attack you?"

"Fart! Mr. Li is here because something happened to the village. Even if it's a corpse, I have to take it back!" Ding Zhong cursed: "Are you my brother?"

"What do you think!" Ding Yi's voice became a little colder: "Have you not heard that the person talking behind you is not necessarily a human being? Maybe the person standing behind you talking is already dead. It's just that someone is wearing the clothes of a dead person.
Chapter completed!