Smoke green artemisia grass, grass insects babble, smoke wind swaying sweat droplets.

The joy of opening the way is like a pioneer who overcomes obstacles and reclaims the wasteland. The three people behind him, stepping on the path he had opened up, walked hard and upward.

Ergouzi, who finally closed his mouth due to the stuffy exertion, seemed to feel the sense of oppression that others could not experience, his waist was getting lower and lower, his steps were getting slower and slower, and he walked behind Jiufang Shaoyun.

Like melted ice cream, Yinghu, who was paralyzed on the shoulders of Jiufang Shaoyun, glanced at the two dogs who seemed to have entered the mountains to steal landmines, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

If the girl who is liked by the second dog sees him hiding behind a woman now, it is estimated that he will have to be a bachelor for the rest of his life.

After walking up for a while, Xiwang suddenly stopped, and Ergouzi, who poked his head out of Jiufang Shaoyun with a nervous face, asked with a trembling voice: "Brother Xiwang, what's wrong?" ”

Xiwang stepped aside a bit, and the people standing behind him saw that there was an open space in front of him, and it turned out that they had reached the top of the hill.

The top of the hill is quite flat, also covered with lush grass, and a stone statue less than a person high, standing in the middle of the hill, should be the statue of the demon god in the mouth of everyone.

The Demon God is a withered yellow color, and it looks like a half-thick old tree root, with wrinkles on the surface, but it is not tortuous.

The mouth, eyes and nose do not look clear, as if they have been smoothed out by the wind and sun, blurred, and flattened as if they had been sat on by an elephant's buttocks.

In the eyes of everyone, the statue of the demon god is extremely weird, in the imagination of Shaoyun of the nine directions, the statue of the demon god should be three heads and six arms, each of the six hands holds a different demon god magic weapon, with a huge demon horn on his head, and a raging hell fire burning under his feet.

At the very least, it has to be like the horror of the three heavenly officials of the ugly cow, the afternoon horse and the unsheep.

However, the statue of the demon god in front of him is obviously a piece of "meat lingzhi", and it is not a demon god statue with the power of a terrifying evil demon god at all.

Ergouzi was obviously disappointed by the statue of the demon god in front of him, and looked at Xiwang with some disbelief: "Brother Xiwang, this is the statue of the demon god?" ”

Xiwang nodded and told Ergouzi in sign language that this was the statue of the demon god that the old people were talking about.

To say that this is a tree spirit is barely acceptable.

The half-stump-like flesh Lingzhi in front of him, where does it look like a demon god statue?

Regardless of whether this strange thing is a demon god statue or not, anyway, at the top of a hill the size of a thatched house, there is nothing but a demon god statue like a fleshy lingzhi.

Since Sister-in-law Hua and his wife were not here, the second dog immediately beckoned Xiwang to go down, but as soon as he turned around, he found that the road cleared by Xiwang with a firewood knife behind him was gone, and his eyes were full of dense and lush artemisia grass.

What's the matter, he didn't move at all after he came up, why did the road behind him suddenly disappear?

"Brother Xiwang, look ......"

Before he finished speaking, Ergouzi suddenly found that Xiwang, who was originally standing beside him, was gone.

The startled Ergouzi hurriedly looked around, and was extremely shocked to find that on the top of the huge hill, there was nothing else except for him and the fleshy Lingzhi Demon God statue that looked like a half-cut stump.

The two young brothers and sisters who kept clamoring to see the statue of the demon god were completely missing at this moment.

These people were too unrighteous to go down without greeting him, so they slipped away first.

Looking at the strange statue of the demon god, but without any majestic momentum and no evil aura, Ergouzi couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and nervously put the self-defense wooden stick he had just picked up below on his chest.

"Lord Demon God, if you are disturbed, Xiaomin will go down."

As he spoke, the second dog turned around and used a wooden stick to separate the nearly one-person-tall artemisia grass in front of him and move downward.

The dense artemisia grass exudes a strong pungent aroma, at first, the second dog can bear it, but after walking through the dense artemisia grass for a while, the strong smell of the artemisia grass makes him dizzy, keep shedding tears, and his vision becomes blurred.

Moreover, the hill is obviously only six or seven stories high, but the second dog brushed aside the artemisia grass in front of him and went down for a long time, but it has not yet landed, which is really strange.

Suspicious, Ergouzi suddenly remembered the terrifying legends about the Demon God Statue that circulated in Zhuangzi, and couldn't help but shiver, feeling that the blood on his body was flowing backwards.

Damn, it won't be so unlucky, it's going to be evil!

Ergouzi scolded his mother in his heart, stubbornly continued, continued to separate the tall artemisia grass on both sides, and continued to move downward.

But he was like a ghost hitting a wall, and he kept trying his best to go down, but he couldn't see the flat ground where the grass grew below.

The more he couldn't get out, the more anxious and panicked the two dogs became, the sweat on his forehead flowed down like a waterfall, and gradually, his legs began to cramp, the soles of his feet seemed to be broken, and his panting sound was like thunder, and his lungs were about to explode.

In the end, he couldn't walk anymore, so he could only stop and sit on the ground.

The tall artemisia grass suddenly covered the top of Ergouzi's head, and the surroundings suddenly became dark, and the stinging Artemisia grass continued to harass Ergouzi's cheeks and the top of his head, but he was weak and had no time to pay attention to it.

Sitting on the damp hill, the face of the two dogs panting was sweating like rain, like an old cow who had been diligently plowing the land all his life and was abandoned on the side of the road when he was dying, the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't figure out what was happening, the more he thought about it, the more he felt wronged, and he couldn't help shedding tears.

If it weren't for Sister-in-law Hua's two people making a fuss, how could he suffer this crime!

Ergouzi, who gradually calmed down, thought about it carefully with his somewhat clever head, the hill is only so big, but he has not been able to walk, this is absolutely abnormal, nine times out of ten it is a ghost hitting the wall.

It can be seen that the legends about the statue of the demon god that circulated in Zhuangzi are true, and he must have been trapped here by the statue of the demon god, and finally became a sacrifice of the statue of the demon god.

The more I thought about it, the more unwilling I became, and the more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and the second dog angrily grabbed a handful of grass from the ground and threw it aside.

He hasn't married a wife and had children yet, so why should he take his life for the stupid couple of sister-in-law Hua in vain, and no one will think of him.

Even if he thinks of him well, what's the use, his family is the only seedling of him, and if the incense is broken, his father and mother will definitely die of sadness.

No, he can't die, he hasn't proposed to the Qiao girl in the east of the village, so he starves to death here, and even the body may not be found at that time, which is really unjust.

Thinking of this, the second dog had the strength again, looked up at the sky, confirmed the position of the sun, fixed a direction, and began to walk with his head up.

He guessed that it must be the dense artemisia grass around him, or something else that affected his judgment, and as long as he knew the right direction, he would definitely be able to walk down the hill.

However, his speculation failed to take him down the hill.