Seven Evil Slips Chapter 11:

Kiyo hesitated for a moment, took a few steps in that direction with a flashlight, and then took a photo of the winding path up the mountain.

Thought to ignore it, but couldn't move her feet, she took out her mobile phone and checked the time: If you don't take a long way, just go straight up and down the mountain like this, it won't take long, it won't A waste of time.

The idea has been made, Kiyo let out a sigh of relief, shook his hands, twisted his neck, turned on the small flashlight and bit it in his mouth, took a few steps to lift his breath, and went all the way up the **** that was almost 70 degrees Running quickly, occasionally getting discouraged, I bent over to grab the grass or propped up on the ground for strength, and with the last vertical leap, I stood on the mountain road.

Remembering the location where the bat flew out, she carefully took a closer look, and found nothing out of the ordinary, just an ordinary mountain wall with hanging vines and kudzu trees.

However, perhaps startled by the light of the flashlight, the strange sound seemed to appear again.

Kiyo stood there for two seconds, suddenly thought of something, and reached out to grab the clump of vines.

Sure enough, a thick canopy was brought up, and the leaves fell from the top with dust, causing her to cough muffled.

This is a... secret hole.

The entrance of the cave does not face directly outside. There is a stone wall with slanted pieces, like the screen wall or screen at the entrance of the old house in the past, which encloses the real entrance of the cave. Go through a narrow road.

Moreover, the vines and kudzu at the entrance of the cave are just right. If there were no bats flying out of there, Kiyo would really think that it was just the common vines and kudzu hanging down the mountain wall.

She went in carefully along the narrow path, and when it was near the end, another slow bat flew out recklessly. Disgusted and disgusted instantly rushed to the top of his head, and hurriedly waved his hands away.

Move faster than you think, this problem can never be corrected.

This hole is a little bit deep.

Kiyo walked in with a flashlight, and after only a few steps, the flashlight suddenly shone on a person's face, pale, with a cloth stuffed in his mouth, struggling desperately, when he saw Kiyo, he was so excited that he almost cried.

Cao Yanhua?

Kiyo couldn't believe his eyes, and froze for a second or two. After he realized it, he was about to pass by, when a loud laugh suddenly came from behind him.

Female, low and sharp.

Kiyo was shocked and turned around instantly.

There was no one, not even a shadow. The laughter just now seemed to originate from the void, and then returned to silence.

Kiyo didn't want to chase him out to check, lest he be diverted away from the mountain, the most urgent thing is to untie Cao Yanhua first, no matter what kind of monster it is, two people are better than one.

She turned half sideways and walked towards Cao Yanhua slowly, diverting half of her energy to the other side, in case the strange sound reappeared or made a sudden attack.

After walking a few steps, I was caught off guard, and there was nothing under my feet.

Involuntarily, the whole body fell straight down, and hastily reached out to grab it, and the fingertips brushed against the edge of the flap.

Flip board trap, she heard from Master.

Master's story is a long legend.

Let’s talk about the flap trap, which has a central axis and fastening latches on all sides. People are lured to walk over slowly. This head is so heavy that even if you try to use your lightness skills, you can't borrow it. With a bang, the person went down.

There is a man with a vicious heart who puts a sharp knife upside down in the trap, and many martial arts heroes fall on it.

Master's stories are different from martial arts novels. The protagonist in martial arts novels never dies, but the people in Master's stories often stop abruptly.

She was young at that time, so she pestered her and asked, "And then?"

"Dead."

How could such powerful, beautiful, chic, charming, coquettish, and all kinds of people die?

Master smiled and said: "They will all die, and there are many capsized boats in the gutter. But because you are not satisfied, those storytellers changed the hero to be omnipotent for a long time."

In fact, those people died very suddenly and quickly, and they didn't always escape from death, and they didn't always have the luck to save themselves from danger.

The moment he fell, the conversation with Master suddenly flashed through his mind like a movie.

I don't want to die.

Desperately stretching out his hand to grab it, the flap was already closed, and his body fell rapidly, his panic turned into cold sweat in an instant.

—She doesn't even know how high it is.

In a panic, she suddenly touched the rock wall, which was jagged and abrupt, and she bent her hands slightly to grab it.

It can't be caught, the falling speed is too fast, and you can even hear the crackling sound of fingernails rubbing against the stone wall.

Kiyo doesn't care, catch him again.

——Even a little bit of friction may slow her down, she doesn't want to die.

She knows how to gecko swim on the wall. Master said, if you want to learn to be a gecko, your limbs and lower abdomen will stick to the wall. You have to think about it, there is a suction cup in your abdomen.

Grab it again, desperately use your abdomen to push against it, hold your breath, use your limbs to exert force, as long as you touch the stone wall, no matter the cost, you must grab it.

Continuing to fall rapidly, the abdomen felt tingling and burning. It should be bleeding from the sharp stones, maybe it was opened, who knows, I can't think about it, I have to grab it desperately before I reach the end.

Chila... Chila, the nails will soon become bald, and then the pain will be severe, don't worry about it, don't think about it.

Finally, with a bang, it landed on the ground.

The impact caused the viscera to be shaken a few times, and the chest and abdomen were extremely uncomfortable.

It landed, finally landed!

The first reaction was actually a huge surprise: I didn't fall to my death, I'm not dead yet.

She laughed, the sound echoed in this huge cave, it was ugly and weird, she suddenly didn't dare to laugh because of the ugly sound: Am I laughing? Or did I actually fall to my death and my soul laughs?

She lay there, motionless, closed her eyes, and then opened them again.

In this cave, it is not very dark, there are faint green phosphorescent fires scattered far and near.

Kiyo turned his head with difficulty, and saw his left hand spread beside him, and saw the nail of the middle finger, which was erected.

Shouldn't her nails be obedient and stick to her fingers? Why are her nails standing up?

After thinking about what happened, a huge pain rushed straight to the bottom of the eyes, tears came out of the eyes almost without warning, across the cheeks, and dripped into the cold soil behind.

After a while, she took a deep breath and raised her right hand, carefully and slowly, to cover her left hand.

Heart number: "One, two, three."

When I counted to three, I gritted my teeth, quickly and firmly, and held it down.

***

It was nearly midnight, at the China-Myanmar border.

This village is called Naqibo, which belongs to the junction of Yunnan and Myanmar, close to Myitkyina.

During the daytime, it is just an ordinary village, with listless chickens, sluggish dogs, and haggard villagers carrying hoes to the ground in twos and threes.

However, at night on some days, after eleven o'clock and before two o'clock in the morning, it will be unexpectedly lively.

There will be one pergola set up at the entrance of the village, most of which are open to the wind on all sides, like food stalls in the mainland.

There is a trading shed, poured out from a cloth bag, or emerald, or other rough gemstones, the stall owner sits cross-legged, with his arms open, a green dragon looms among the black hairs on his chest, a few thick stacks of money in his pocket, divided into different coins kind.

There is a pergola for seafood supper. It is obviously not close to the seafood production area, but there will be the freshest seafood. The plastic boxes are poured out, and the ice cubes are mixed with oysters, shellfish, fish and shrimp. There is a special barbecue called Bordeaux The red wine is burning, and the taste is weird.

There is also a poker table where mahjong is played, but there is no money, and only chips are pushed. Ten blue chips are worth one red chip, and ten red chips are worth one gold chip. The person will change his face and curse angrily.

There is a flirtatious woman with slender waist, long legs, straight **** and round buttocks. She walks gracefully in the crowd, and with just one look, she will stop beside a certain man with a smile, without bargaining or making noise, in silence, Everything will fall into place.

The ones that are not open to the wind usually have a black cloth front, and no one can enter or go shopping. The door is guarded by a burly man. When a specific person comes, the half bill or playing cards , if it fits perfectly, it will enter quietly.

As soon as two o'clock arrives, all people and cars will evacuate, turn on the lights in the dark, and go back and forth silently.

This is the three-hour night market in Naqibo, which is well known to many people on the China-Myanmar border but is not known.

At this moment, Luo Ren was sitting in the seafood pergola, sitting on a cloth-covered ponytail. The small table in front of him had uneven legs, and one of the tables was covered with broken bricks.

However, the dishes on the small table are not the same. The extremely thin slices of salmon are laid lazily and softly on the pile of smoothies and snow mountains. The shrimp meat is crystal clear, and occasionally, the shrimp body will twitch suddenly.

There is still a place on the opposite side, but no one is there yet.

Luo Ren poured himself wine, the ice inside melted, and a plump green plum sank to the bottom.

A girl came over, her red lips were slightly pursed, her eyes were as silky as silk, and a few thorny roses were inserted obliquely in her bodice. Luo Ren handed over a ticket, and then gestured outward.

Understood, this means that we want to talk about things, not play.

The girl picked up a rose and inserted it into the slit of the small wooden table. The stem of the rose was slender, and its trembling shadow swayed on the table.

Speak softly: "In this way, other sisters will not come to disturb you."

This is also a profile.

Luo Ren continued to wait while the night breeze shuttled from one end of the arbor to the other, and the time on the phone showed 11:45 pm.

Heavy footsteps, mixed with the unique sound of metal and steel frames, Luo Ren didn't look back until Aoki came over awkwardly step by step and sat down.

His right calf was hit by an external fixed steel frame, and he walked with a heavy weight, which made me feel awkward.

Aoki is in his thirties, with a typical Japanese appearance, bright and sharp eyes, a straight nose, thin but not weak, with rolled up sleeves, a lot of muscle on his arms, and vertical Chinese characters on his forearms.

The thorn is: the silver bowl is filled with snow, and the white horse is filled with reed flowers.

Luo Ren stared at Aoki, with an indescribable emotional agitation in his chest, his eyes were slightly hot, and he said after a long time: "Long time no see."

Aoki didn't use chopsticks, he stretched out his hand to pick up the salmon, dipped it into the dish, rolled it, put it into his mouth and chewed, the soy sauce slid down the corner of his mouth without rubbing it.

Luo Ren picked up the big-bellied sake bottle and poured it for him, Aoki snatched it and poured it on the ground, crashing, crashing, the unmelted ice gradually fell to the ground, only the swollen greengage , stuck in the mouth of the bottle, unable to get out.

He reached out to take Luo Ren's wine glass and poured it on the ground.

The guys in the pergola were not surprised when they saw it, and they didn't even raise their eyelids.

"Luo, I have been to Lijiang."

Luo Ren looked at him: "Did you draw that painting?"

"Just to remind you, if I can find you, the cheetah will definitely be able to find you too."

Luo Ren was silent.

Aoki stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers at the clerk, who brought another bottle of sake.

Aoki poured for Luo Ren this time.

"I know that you opened a restaurant in Lijiang, became a small boss, and made a beautiful girlfriend. You have a sweet smile, and you will fall down when the wind blows."

"Have you forgotten about us, Rob?"

Luo Ren said: "No."

Aoki stared at him, his eyes gradually became angry, the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, and he sneered, word by word: "You forgot about us, Luo, you went to live your own life."

His face suddenly turned ferocious, and he lifted the bottom of the table with both hands, and the table was turned over to the side.

It's a pity, such good seafood.

The phone was also knocked off, covered with a layer of smoothie.

Luo Ren leaned over to pick it up, brushed off a layer of water, and glanced at the time, 12:20.

Why didn't Kiyo call?