Is it angry? It's qi. If the person who was in the game was not too arrogant and killed and took away the chain, how could he have fallen into this situation?

Jiang Lian felt that he had fallen into a big mess out of nowhere: the mirage bead was destroyed, involved in a murder case, his companion was taken hostage, and he was also controlled by others and had to help others find a chain...

He raised his right hand, turned over his palm and back and looked twice, Ru, scolding his unfilial descendants: "Do you think you are mean?"

What's wrong with me? I have to pull Meng Qianzi's chain, and it will lead to eternal regrets and offend a woman with a big background and a small mind.

***

Although the back mountain is close to Bahan Village, people in the village almost never go up the mountain, because Bahan Village is a piece of land in the mountain nest to set up a village, which is equivalent to setting up a home at the mouth of tigers and wolfs. The back mountain leads to the deep mountains without humans. In the old society, when it snows heavily in winter and cannot find food, the hungry tigers and wolves often use this approach to bully the village to rush people, forcing the villagers to set traps around the village and carry hoes and hatches regularly to patrol the surrounding area.

At the beginning of the liberation, the bandits were quarreled one after another, and the beasts also came out to join in the fun. There were many things in the township and counties that were injured by tigers and wolves in various townships and counties. After the incident was reported, the 47th Army of the People's Liberation Army was responsible for suppressing bandits in western Hunan. They were all equipped with fast horses and guns, so they also suppressed tigers and wolves, and even used the Sixty-Sixth mortars. This was much more efficient than the Meishan tiger craftsman. After one kill and suppressed them, it was said that they were almost extinct.

But western Hunan has many mountains and dense forests, so it is hard to say whether those who miss the net will hide in it and reproduce. Therefore, locals travel to the market and only walk on large and large mountain roads with a large number of people. Few people will rise up to open up any new paths.

When Jiang Lian first entered the village, Lao Ga repeatedly emphasized to him the evil nature of the mountains and forests. This is why he carried wolves with him when he entered the mountains on rainy nights. The mountains and forests are habitats for tigers and beasts. He was an outsider, and singing and beating there was already a disturbance. If he still used weapons such as swords and guns to deal with others, it would be a bit too domineering.

...

The mountain roads are full of messy footprints, which should be left by the mountain ghosts when they were investigating. These people are not doing things in a sloppy manner. There are probably no missing places where they have carefully screened them.

Jiang Lian was unwilling to give up and continued to walk deeper.

The road behind was scattered with gravel, rotten branches and leaves, making it harder to walk, but it was not a problem for him. First, he was good at skill and quicker, and he could leap and leap at any time, at least one or two times higher than ordinary people's pace. Second, when entering and leaving on rainy nights, he had a rough understanding of the road conditions, and he was familiar with the road. The trouble was that the torch's flame head became weaker and weaker: after all, it was not a torch dipped in oil, but a firewood that was randomly pumped at the bottom of the pot was limited in its burning endurance. The fire head gradually became smaller and darker, and a fluttering ball of fireflies was red, like ghost fire, as if it could return to nirvana at any time.

The lighting cannot keep up, and no matter how far the road goes, it will be useless. Jiang Lian was hesitating whether to turn back, but he didn't know which direction it was, and a strange howling sound came vaguely.

The sound was sobbing sharply, like a dog that was barking hard with a slight voice, making people feel indescribable and uncomfortable.

Jiang Lian was in a flash of creepy.

I entered the mountain several times before, probably because of the heavy wind and heavy rain, and wild beasts were unwilling to leave their nests. I have never encountered it before. When I crossed the forest and crossed the ridge, I was never afraid. On the contrary, now, there is no wind or rain, and everything is silent. I even hung a light silver teeth over the day, which was quiet and peaceful, but he felt as if he was in the wind, and his body was filled with cold.

Jiang Lian stopped his steps, turned around and wanted to leave, his eyes moved.

At about ten steps ahead, the roots of an old fir tree with thick circumference were covered with white paths, as if someone had smeared it randomly with plaster powder.

It's strange, this color is so conspicuous, why haven't he seen it a few times? Could it be that it was newly painted?

The fire head could still support it, Jiang Lian was curious for a moment and came forward to see it.

As the fire passed, he could see clearly: the so-called white channels were actually scratches of sharp claws, but the scratching force was too strong, causing the bark on the surface to peel off, revealing the lighter bast inside.

Jiang Lian looked at the scratches with his hand. The touch felt slightly wet, and it should have been a new one. He stepped back to look at the tree. There were indeed many claw marks on the mud floor, not big, and looked like dog footprints, and there were definitely more than one.

Wild dog?

In Jiang Lian’s impression, trees are just auxiliary functions to dogs. Why do so many dogs desperately dig trees?

Jiang Lian looked up at the height.

Seven or eight meters high, something was hanging down on a thick tree branch beside him. Jiang Lianxian thought it was an old monkey. Some monkeys would hang on the tree branch like a kelp when they died.

But he soon discovered that it was actually a person.

Still a woman.

***

Lao Ga was drunk in the fire pit and suddenly saw Jiang Lian returning with a blood-like woman on his back. He was so shocked that his mouth was half open and he was stunned.

Jiang Lian glared at him: "What are you stupid? Save people."

Oh, yes, Lao Ga hurriedly got up, rushed into the house, pulled Zhang Caomao spread it on the floor, and helped Jiang Lian put the woman on it. Jiang Lian didn't bother to say anything, and went upstairs to get the first aid kit in three or two steps.

When I came down, I saw Lao Ga staring at the woman in a daze.

This old man really couldn't count on him. Jiang Lian was too lazy to talk about him, so he quickly picked up knives and cut cloths in the first aid box. Only then did Lao Ga come to his senses and suddenly said, "I recognize this woman."

"ha?"

"I recognize it," Lao Ga was very sure, "I was having dinner in the county today, and I sat on the table next to me."

Jiang Lian was not angry: "It's your acquaintance, are you still standing and watching?"

Lao Ga woke up from his dream, and his hands and feet were finally quick to pick up hot water with a towel. The woman had scratches and knife wounds on her body, and scratches were all over her body, one by one, and her clothes were torn to pieces. The knife wounds were indistinguishable for a while. She only knew that the most conspicuous knife was on the abdomen, and if it was harder, it would be almost cut open.

Jiang Lian cut her clothes and twisted a towel to wipe it for her. Perhaps the action was too big to touch the wound. The woman was in great pain and suddenly opened her eyes.

At first, my eyes were confused, but instantly turned into extreme horror. I shouted in a hoarse voice: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm passing by, I'm passing by..."

She was already so injured, how could she struggle? Jiang Lian quickly held her shoulders, put his hands into force, and stabilized her body, and said in a gentle tone: "Don't be afraid, you are very safe now."

The woman shrank and looked at him, perhaps because she felt that the man had a kind look and no intention of hurting others. She didn't shake that much, and then her eyes gradually dissipated and she fainted again.

Only then could Jiang Lian free up his hands to help her clean and bandage them one by one. In fact, some wounds need needles, but this work is too fine and he can't do it.

Lao Ga helped him out and expressed his opinions.

"Ma Biaozi, this is definitely a collision with Ma Biaozi."

Jiang Lian kept on his hands: "What is that?"

"It's just a jackal, also called Miaolang. Tigers are afraid of it. The old saying goes, if there is a Ma Biao in the mountains, even tigers dare not be called king."

Miaolang...

When I remembered it, Mr. Gan mentioned this fierce beast, saying that it was not big, similar to a dog, yellow-haired, with a horse-faced face, and screamed and swallowed like a ghost crying, which was particularly creepy.

The single wolf is actually not scary. What is scary is that they are group-based, cooperatively fighting, extremely agile, sharp and wise, five or six Ma Biaozi dare to siege the tiger, and they pay attention to tactics: usually a few bites, one of them jumps onto the tiger's back, blinds the tiger's eyes, and then bites the tiger's butt, squeezing the intestines from the anus and out, eating the internal organs, and eating only the bones and skins in a few minutes.

Think about it so absurdly, the tiger roars in the mountains, and the mighty king of beasts will be frightened to death when he meets Ma Biaozi.

This ancestor not only dared to provoke tigers, but also often killed wild boars, killed cows, horses, and dogs. He has never heard of attacking people, but it is hard to say that it is a carnivorous beast. In the old days, it was not difficult to catch tigers in the mountains of Xiangxi, but even the experienced hunters had never caught Ma Biaozi. He said that he was "acting too fast" and "censored to the monster."

No wonder she would meet groups of Ma Biaozi on the tree. If she didn't climb the tree, it would be a dead end.

Lao Ga sighed: "It's amazing, it's so amazing that it's so amazing. This woman is a character."

Jiang Lian didn't say anything.

She had a knife wound on her body. No matter how powerful Ma Biaozi was, she would never be able to hurt someone by wielding a knife.

She begged for mercy in the short few seconds of her awakening, and struggled to argue that she was just a "passing by".

Who would it be? Even a woman passing by would not let go? Is this related to Liu Sheng's murder? Think more boldly: Could it be the same person who hurt her and the one who killed Liu Sheng?

The ringtone of the cell phone rang, accompanied by vibration. Lao Ga looked around and his eyes stopped in Jiang Lian's back pocket: "Mr. Lian, you have a phone number."

***

Jiang Liantui said he wanted to go out to answer the phone and hand over the aftermath to Lao Ga for handling.

In fact, it was not a phone call, but an alarm clock set, reminding him that he should talk to Mr. Gan.

Jiang Lian climbed up to the roof, leaned against the satellite pot, and ordered the video call application. It was not approved for a long time. Jiang Lian was not in a hurry. He looked at the milky white night fog slowly flowing on the opposite hill, and silently calculated the progress on the other end.

The mobile phone is in the hands of the nurse. The nurse union went into the room to wake up Mr. Gan. It is said that the older he is, the less sleep he sleeps. Mr. Gan is the opposite. After he is over 100 years old, he is sleeping for most of the day. Jiang Lian has no doubt that Mr. Gan will fall asleep forever on one day, leaving peacefully and peacefully.

After waking up Mr. Gan, the nursing union told him that Mr. Lian’s phone number had come over, then fixed the connected phone on the vertical bracket, moved it to Mr. Gan, adjusted the best viewing angle, and finally exited the room, leaving private conversation space for both parties to the call.

Sure enough, after waiting for a while, the screen appeared on the screen.

As usual, what caught my eye was Mr. Gan's extremely old face. The gravity pulled his eyebrows, nose wings and the corners of his lips into a very deep lower eight-shaped shape. His eyelids drooped to cover most of his eyes, and only a turbid light leaked between the gaps. The only upward wrinkles on his face were the eye bag lines, one left and one right, like a hook, covering the bloated and drooping flesh of his eyes.

Every time I see Mr. Gan’s face, Jiang Lian is less enthusiastic about things like living a hundred years old. He thinks that if he dies in his prime, it would be great.

Kuang Tongsheng's thick eyelids with folds were slightly lifted up and he said vaguely: "Liangzi..."

When he was a child, Kuang Tongsheng called him "Little Lianzi", but when he grew up, he called him "Liangzi". Although it was a bit awkward, it would be better if he got used to listening. Kuang Tongsheng liked to call him people like this, such as Kuang Meiying "Yingzi" and Wei Biao "Biaozi".

But today, the name "Liangzi" made him very uncomfortable. Jiang Lian thought for a while before he realized that he was asked by Meng Qianzi several times for "chain" to him.

Well, "Meng Qianzi asked for a chain to Lianzi", it is really an excellent first couplet, but I don't know how to match the second couplet.

Jiang Lian wants to laugh.

He turned his face aside and didn't want Kuang Tongsheng to see his wounds.

In fact, Tongsheng, the old man with dizzy eyes, could not see at all. He just tried to show his "open eyes" and "look" posture: "Yeah, it's black and black."

"It's like this in the mountains, it's dark early."

In an ordinary sentence, Kuang Tongsheng suddenly brought up the memories of his early years: "In the nest, it was dark and dark. My master asked me if it was a red flower boy. He also said that there was a woman's embroidery (shoes) placed on the grave. I could take it back and prove that I was brave, so I would accept it..."

"Dawn, Master asked me to go find a shop, find Xishen House, Mide threshold, Mide window, Xishen fights a shop, the boss wants to make a fortune..."

Jiang Lian kept listening, occasionally saying "Hao" and "Tongsheng is too old and his speech is always wildfire. The previous sentence is still talking about this, and the next sentence is off topic. You can't remind him, but if you remind him, it will get stuck, like a computer crashing, and you can't wait for a long time - just listen honestly, and as you listen, he will jump back.

"Master said, it's bad, it's bad, women are the most unclean. If a woman breaks her child's body, the fire on her body will be steep..."

Kuang Tongsheng coughed loudly, his drooping face trembled violently. After coughing for a while, he forgot what he said just now, as if he was looking for where to start. Fortunately, this time, he finally replied: "Yingzi and the others are all okay?"

"Good."

"Is it going well?"

Everyone is here, and they are not missing arms and legs. It’s considered smooth. If it doesn’t go well, it’s necessary to explain it. For such a long story, when the gods start to fall asleep again.

"smoothly."

"Then... does that box have any eyebrows?"

Jiang Lian smiled: "It's almost done."

As soon as I finished saying this, the mountains and fields were everywhere, and there were gradually a fine and dense sound, like a line, quite like yellow sand to cover the eaves.

It rained again.
Chapter completed!