The next road was not very smooth, in a short distance, dozens of foxes appeared one after another, but before they could touch us, they were all given by Jun Yuan, and the death of one was worse than the other, and in the end it can almost be described as being torn apart.

Maybe it was Jun Yuan's ferocious aura that frightened the fox, and for a long time in succession, no fox appeared, but just when we were about to breathe a sigh of relief, a middle-aged woman holding a child appeared at the intersection in front of us.

The woman was clumsy, her face was weathered, and the child in her arms seemed to have been hungry for a long time, and was crying, sounding like a kitten's whimper, and it was extremely pitiful.

But the corners of my mouth twitched, and I thought that this fox was too stupid. In this barren mountain and wilderness, there is a woman holding a child for some reason, and everyone will know that there is a problem.

Sure enough, Jun Yuan snorted coldly, and the woman fell to the ground with a scream, and soon the prototype appeared, and the baby in her arms also turned into a dead branch.

"I didn't expect there to be a vixen." Special Forces Soldier Zhao Quan involuntarily let out a low breath, and the gaze looking at us finally turned to disdain, but to awe.

Maybe that fox is the head of this group of foxes, and after killing that fox, there is nothing else that does not have long eyes to provoke us. However, after this rush, our group was also a little tired, so we simply rested in place.

At this time, the weather was close to late autumn, and the night in the mountains was extremely cold, and the cool breeze blew, and my body shrank involuntarily, and my neck was like a wind, which was very cold.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of breathing in my ears, neither light nor heavy, as if someone had scratched my ear with a strand of hair.

I felt a chill in my heart, and immediately took out the reflector I was carrying on my body and took a photo, almost not screaming.

I don't know when I had a four- or five-year-old boy lying on my shoulder, a cupola braid, a small red belly pocket, and two longevity bracelets on my hand, and the reason why I felt itchy just now was because its cupola was right for my ears.

He grinned at me, his fleshy little face was very cute, I just wanted to pinch the trick, but I felt a pain in my neck, and when I opened my eyes again, it happened to meet Shang Junyuan's worried eyes.

"Me, what's wrong?" I touched my neck in a bit of confusion, and the cold feeling was still there, but the little boy in my belly pocket was gone.

"You just made a blast and almost blew up Zhao Quan's chrysanthemum!"

Before Jun Yuan could speak, Rong Yu screamed, pointed at Zhao Quan, who had a dark face, and smiled very obscenely.

I gave him a blank look, "I was in a dream just now, and there was a four or five-year-old ghost in the dream, with a pigtail and a red belly pocket. ”

When Jun Yuan heard me say this, the worry between his eyebrows eased a little, and he said in a voice that only the two of us could hear.

"Looks like we've arrived."

A flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, and I immediately understood the meaning of his words, the little boy just now was probably the child of the demon, and in this case, the devil was not far away.

Seeing everyone's inexplicable expressions, I pretended to cough deeply and told Liu Yulong that we were about to arrive at the place of demons.

I looked at his eager expression, and seemed to be smiling, "They don't have to go, you are the elder of the Liu family, me, Jun Yuan, and the three of you can go."