Stone City is a hundred miles away, there are mountains in the mountains, forests in the forests, there are groups of beasts, and there are countless treasures.

Among them, on the mountainside near the top of a certain mountain, the boulders here are next to each other, moss climbs around the boulders, and weeds grow strong from under the cracks in the stones, clustered one by one, very leafy.

Trees are denser than human hair, they are strangely shaped, but they are very luxuriant, with branches stretched out wildly, the canopy of the canopy obscuring the sky and the sun, and countless leaves, forming a boundary that the moonlight cannot cross. So the mountains and forests were pitch black, close to the point where you couldn't see your fingers, and if it weren't for the eyes of a beast, it would be very likely to be disoriented.

Wang Yan rested against a large cyan stone, her face was haggard, her lips were chapped, her face was covered with a thick layer of oil, one hand was pounding her neck, she glanced at the endless darkness, and her eyes flashed with a ray of alertness.

The hem of her skirt, cut through the bushes, was silky, her shorts were covered with wounds, and her dexterous boots were covered with mountain dirt and leaves, filthy and lost their shine.

At this time, only the rustle of leaves and the low roar of beasts in the distance could be heard in the silence of the mountain forest, and she stopped thrashing, closed her eyes, and exhaled an even breath.

Suddenly, an owl let out a wail from one of the trees near her, followed by a continuous voice like a song, as if mocking her.

"Get out of the way of the old lady!" Wang Yan casually grabbed a stone and threw it at the tree, "The old lady won't die here, don't cry there!"

The owl stopped crying, and the branches trembled as she flew away. However, it spun around in the air, as if deliberately trying to challenge Wang Yan's patience, and landed on another tree, and began to cry out mournfully.

"Scream, what is it called, and then call the old lady and tear off your wings. Wang Yan scolded, "Let you be like that old puppet of Hua Qiangui." ”

Her voice echoed in the mountains and forests, and for a while, it seemed that several Wang Yan were repeating this sentence.

Soon after, under the watchful eye of the owl, she continued to walk deep and shallow through the woods.

She chased the flower thousand ghosts from Stone Town to the mountains, and witnessed a total of five sunrises drying up the mist in the mountains and forests.

Hua Qiangui fled quickly, Wang Yan underestimated his light skills, and of course, his determination to flee for his life. This old thing is like a desperate run, better than a rabbit in the mountains and forests.

Between the two people, there is always a visual distance.

How long exactly?

Maybe two or three miles.

When it comes to the mountains and forests, chasing people is very difficult, and Wang Yan is no exception, she sometimes loses Hua Qiangui.

Fortunately, she has a pair of discerning eyes, and can correct the direction in time from the clues left by the other party, and every time she waits for Hua Qiangui to think that she will get rid of her, she always comes to bring despair to her.

After Wang Yan set off, he found the traces left by Hua Qiangui on the grass.

The thorns in the bushes tore off a fragment of his clothes, and even though it was a small piece, it didn't escape Wang Yan's eyes.

From this, Wang Yan followed the traces.

This is the third day that she and Hua Qiangui have been fighting wits and courage in this mountain forest. The other two days were on another unfamiliar mountain.

Approaching the top of the mountain, the trees began to thin, the terrain tended to flatten, the starry sky was dense, and the moonlight shone brightly, but there was no figure of Hua Qiangui.

On a stone, the traces of his stay appeared again.

So, she had no time to linger on the view of the top of the mountain, so she took a fruit from her bosom and nibbled on it, the bitter taste passing from her mouth to her brain.

She gritted her teeth and thought, "Brother Lu, my mother is really desperate for you this time!"

She continued down the mountain.

This section is much better, because it is downhill, and her speed will be faster.

It doesn't matter if you can't catch up with Hua Qiangui, Wang Yan is waiting for Hua Qiangui to fall by himself.

In this way, so as not to fight each other.

If Hua Qiangui's injuries develop, he will inevitably not last for a few days.

Although the broken arm is not a fatal injury, it also needs to be treated, and relying on his own recovery ability, it is far from enough.

Wang Yan had found traces of Hua Qiangui's search for herbs, but unfortunately, those plants and trees were of no avail, and they did not alleviate the injuries much.

Hanachiki was walking on a crooked downhill path at this moment. The trail may have been carved out by hunters and mountain people.

Hanachiki thought to himself, as long as he followed it, then he would soon be able to reach the bottom of the mountain. When he arrived at the bottom of the mountain, the first thing Hanachiki wanted to do was to have a full meal.

Eat anything, just raw mushrooms and wild fruits.

In the past few days, he had to thank nature, the creator, for miraculously allowing such a weak creature to survive, so that he could fill his belly and give him the strength to continue to flee for his life.

He's been five days and five nights and has no real meaning closing eyes.

The longest time was in the evening of the second day of his fugitive career, when he got rid of Wang Yanhou, and lay on the ground of the broken temple at the foot of the mountain and rested for an hour. Then the woman turned into a plague and chased after her. After that, he didn't even have more than two pillars of incense to rest. Tired and leaning on the big stone with his eyes half-closed, he always had to watch out for that woman, and if he continued like this, he was afraid that he would fall headlong and never wake up.

At this moment, he staggered like a buffalo plowing the ground. His mind was groggy, his body stenched from time to time, his wounds were rotting to the point where they could barely be cured, and flies circled around him for a long time.

He once gathered a little herb, chewed it and applied it to the wound, and bandaged it with the broken steps that were torn off his clothes. Unfortunately, I don't know much about pharmacology, and some herbs are not right for the symptoms at all, not only useless, but troublesome.

Some herbs hastened the suppuration of the wound, but fortunately he found it in time, otherwise he would have injured his shoulder and his life would have died.

Ever since the wound had become an irreparable predicament, Hanachiki thought of death.

Speaking of Hanachiki's clothes. The clothes on his upper body have long been left with only a few strips of cloth still hanging on his body, miserable, not as good as a beggar, but he has no time to care about life now.

He thought that it would be best to get rid of the woman, and if it failed, it would be a means to design an ambush.

With his only strength, he killed this vicious woman, the odds are great, he is still calculating, and he can't make up his mind for a long time.

"Old horseman, where are you going!"

Wang Yan was far away, and saw a figure with the size of a mung bean moving slowly on the mountain road in the distance, rubbing his eyes, and he could basically conclude that it was Hua Qiangui.

From the pace of the old man who spent a thousand ghosts, Wang Yan could see that his endurance seemed to be close to exhaustion. It was a good time for her to get her hands dirty. So, Wang Yan took the double whip in his hand, mobilized almost the last trace of strength, and quickly closed the distance.

Hua Qiangui couldn't run, he was desperate, it was the first time he was so desperate! This was far worse than having his arm broken by Lin Yuchun's grandson in Stone City, and he couldn't see the future. He gave up and continued to escape, sat down in place, and waited for Wang Yan to run over.

Wang Yan stopped five feet away from him, bent over, hands on his knees, panting.

"You run early, you old horseman. ”

"This girl. Hua Qiangui smiled bitterly, "For the sake of a kid surnamed Lu, you don't have to work so hard, right?"

"Do you want to take care of it?" Wang Yan snorted, "You have done a lot of evil, and if you kill you, you may be able to leave a good reputation in the rivers and lakes." ”

"Why don't we make a deal? Hua Qiangui smiled, this is his last resort, he feels that if he fights ten times, he will have a pitiful one percent chance to turn defeat into victory, and the other ninety percent chance is that his old bones are broken by a woman's double whip.

"What deal?"

"Over the years, I have saved a lot of money. Hua Qiangui said proudly, "If you want you to let me go, I will give you all this money, and I guarantee that you will not be able to spend it for the rest of your life." ”

"Why do you want me so much money?" Wang Yan sneered, "Jianghu people, it's always good to have enough money, do you see that I am short of money! However, if you give me the money, wait for me to kill you, and then give you a gorgeous coffin and a decent funeral, this deal may be worth considering." ”

"Girl!" Hua Qiangui said solemnly: "People in the rivers and lakes, they all want something, some people seek wealth, some people seek fame, some people seek martial arts, some people seek realm, and you, what do you want when you do this?"

"Ask for a comfort!" Wang Yan smiled coldly, "Don't talk nonsense, do you think I will fall for your delaying tactics?"

She, with her arms raised, rushed over.