But as the white-haired woman's palm wind came out one after another, a branch was cut off, the strong wind swept through, the sky changed color, and the location where the little elephant was hiding was also exposed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoNo, the little elephant just wanted to run out of the forest.

In other words, all this is providential. The white-haired woman couldn't imagine that the little elephant was also in the forest at this moment, she saw that Xiao Xue had run away, she couldn't be angry, and even slapped a few palms, and as the wind blew the shadow of the tree, her anger was relieved. Out of the woods, it's over. If she can't find the little elephant, she will turn her attention to the other little beggar that the innkeeper Ah Yan said, which is the little fruit.

But coincidentally, the little elephant has been frightened by the white-haired woman's soul and does not possess the body, the terrifying palm wind swept in, the earth-shattering scream came, and the little elephant thought that the white-haired woman was tracking him. I couldn't hide anymore, so I wanted to escape from the woods. No, at the mouth of the forest, he was caught by a white-haired woman.

At this time, the little elephant was out of breath, and ran desperately to the cemetery, and kept muttering: "Mother, you must bless the child in the spirit of heaven, mother...... Bless the children......"

As she ran into the cemetery, suddenly, a white-haired woman stepped from above and landed on the top of a grave.

The little elephant looked horrified, gasping from time to time, and no longer had the slightest strength, and his body fell crooked in front of a pile of graves. Unfortunately, the fire in front of the tomb has not yet been extinguished, and it is still burning with fire paper coins, and the smoke and flames are swirling, rushing into the eyes of the little elephant, reflecting tears.

The white-haired woman laughed and shouted, "Little elephant, it seems that this dead man will not bless you!"

And at this time, on the other side of the grave, in front of the tomb of the little elephant's mother's lonely soul, a group of people appeared. Who are they? It was the six Liu Xufei who were about to flee for their lives to the Taiping Temple.

Originally, Liu Xufei and the six escaped the clutches of the white-haired woman in the forest, and they were secretly happy, who knows, just after passing through this cemetery, they heard the cold wind howling, and laughing again and again.

Liu Xufei was shocked, raised her head and shouted secretly: "It seems that God wants us to die!"

Di Guo, Jade Qilin, and Xiao Cai were already lying on the ground, not daring to make a sound. Bai Xirou asked softly: "Girl, what should I do, the white-haired woman actually chased her to the cemetery." ”

"Shhhhhhhh Remember, be soft. ”

Di Guo and everyone nodded, but everyone knew in their hearts that this time was another life-and-death contest, and another brush with death.

And here, looking at the white-haired woman's cold face like a night, the little elephant was already desperate, and he kicked the fire angrily, and the resentment in his heart was difficult to resolve.

The flames were dazzling, drifting away with the wind, and suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in the little elephant's mind, and an idea came to his mind. The little elephant took out a piece of paper from his bosom and threw it into the fire in front of the white-haired woman. The little elephant smiled: "Haha, white-haired demon girl, I burned the topographic map, see what you can do with me?"

When the white-haired woman saw this, she shouted, "Don't!" and threw herself into the fire. But when the paper entered the fire, it immediately burst into flames and turned to ashes. The white-haired woman screamed and kicked the fire in an attempt to find the topographical map. But in addition to the fireworks ashes in front of you, it is still fireworks ashes, how can you see a corner of paper.

"Boy, you're dead!" The white-haired woman's eyes were full of fierce light, she turned her head sideways, glared at the little elephant angrily, looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, stretched out her right palm, turned into a sharp claw, and pounced on the little elephant. The little elephant screamed like ashes, turned around and was about to run.

But where did the little elephant run past the white-haired woman, and the woman's figure flashed and shook in front of the little elephant. In another flash, her right palm had tightly grabbed the throat of the little elephant, and the white-haired woman roared, her fingers were like steel tongs, and she dragged the throat of the little elephant backwards.

The little elephant's face was sad, despair was written in his eyes, the person could no longer breathe, and his body had been pushed to the previous grave, at this time, a woman's figure flashed in his mind, a gentle and kind face, a warm and bright smile, in a trance, a kind female voice sounded: "Xiang'er, go, go home with my mother......"

The little elephant trembled and stretched out his hand and called, "Mother......"

Suddenly, "Click!", the little elephant's neck was twisted off under the white-haired woman's sharp palm, the little elephant's eyes were round, the corners of his mouth were watering, his head was crooked, and he died forever. At the same time, the white-haired woman's shrill laughter rose in the air.

In front of the tomb of the lonely soul, Di Guo, Bai Xirou and others were afraid of being discovered by the white-haired woman, so they had to lie lower and try to be as low as possible. Suddenly, under Di Guo's right hand, a hard stone was pierced, and he didn't know who was pressing on him. Di Guo's tears of pain flowed out.

Di Guo hurriedly picked up his right hand and pushed the stone in the dirt, but then he saw a corner of paper appear in the soil. Di Guo's face was shocked, and when he peeled back the soil, a piece of origami buried in it came into view. Di Guo looked excited, he was too familiar with the color of this rice paper, he stole it from Jiang Zhongmeng's arms in the first place. And at this moment, how could you see it on the ground in front of a grave? Di Guo looked up at the tomb in front of him, there was a lonely one, there was no stone monument in front of the grave, Di Guo suddenly remembered that he had been here, and had come here with the little elephant. That's right, this is the grave of the little elephant and his mother.

Digo immediately understood that the baby elephant had hidden the topographical map in the land in front of his mother's grave. Di Guo trembled his hands, quietly put the topographic map into his arms, and kept it tightly. In this way, after going around in a circle, the topographic map returned to Di Guo's hands. Only at this moment, everything has changed.

Because of this topographic map, the little stone died, the little sand died, Ah Yan died, and the little elephant also died in front of everyone's eyes. Xiao Xue was injured, and Xiao Guozi changed his name, and he is called Di Guo at the moment. Looking at the tragic death of the little elephant, thinking of his friends leaving him one by one, Di Guo's heart hurt.

If he could do it all over again, Di Guo would rather never set foot in the Taiping Teahouse, never steal Jiang Zhongmeng's silver taels and topographical maps. However, it was too late, nothing could be changed.

Suddenly, the gloomy voice of the white-haired woman came: "Little elephant, do you think that if you destroy the topographic map, the old body will be helpless? Haha......" After that, the white-haired woman jumped, the wind fluttered, swayed to the sky, and disappeared without a trace.

At this time, Bai Xirou, who was in front of the lonely soul, suddenly said: "Before the white-haired woman finds out, let's go quickly." She was about to leave with the child, but at this time, she saw Liu Xufei with a sad face and stood in place in a daze.

Bai Xisoft said softly: "Girl, people can't be resurrected after death, it's not that the girl doesn't save the little elephant, the girl is already unable to protect herself." The white-haired woman is uncertain and ruthless, I hope the girl will take care of the children around her, run for her life!"

Liu Xufei nodded wistfully, moved away from her thousand-pound steps, and walked in the direction of the Taiping Temple.

In Taiping Town, as the paper turned to ashes in the fire, the white-haired woman's deeds also came to an end. But the topographic map, which has not been burned, is hidden in Di Guo's arms at the moment, and the topographic map will set off a thrilling storm...... (To be continued.) )