The head of a human tied on a branch, his closed eyes faced the body a few steps away.

Bai Huaiguang spent too long to find it.

Isolated from everything outside, he no longer knew whether Luo Xian and others were dead or alive.

Following the memory, he wandered in the Wuer Village with a headless body.

After several hours of struggle, he finally came to the old crooked tree in his memory at this moment.

Losing all his perception ability, he cannot estimate where his head is.

But some kind of induction in the dark made him convinced that he had finally found the right place.

The muddy village road at your feet, the wide surroundings, and the stone benches and tables under the trees in your memory.

Bai Huaiguang poked out his pale hands and gently stroked the rough patterns on the tree trunk.

After feeling hope, the exhausted body burst out with a last bit of strength.

He started climbing with his hands and feet, falling, falling.

This process has been repeated countless times.

After suffering in the rain for such a long time, the only touch he left became no longer real.

At this time, his fingers pressed into the bark, which made him feel soft and soft as he grabbed the cotton.

After falling to the ground again, Bai Huaiguang could no longer get up.

He fell to the ground weakly, even the movement of bent his fingers was extremely difficult.

Losing his head for too long, coupled with the long-term rain and hard work, his body is at the end of his strength.

The head swayed on the branches above, only two or three meters away from him in a longitudinal direction.

The height that was once within reach has now become the last straw that stumped him.

There was only one thought lingering in his heart.

Take back your head, release the sinful object, and rescue Luoxian.

To this day, Bai Huaiguang knew that Luo Xian, Ji Li and others could go no more than two places.

One is the stone tomb, and the other is the wooden house at the end of the village.

He believed that Luo Xian would definitely go to the wooden house at the end of the village first and learn about the existence of the ghosts there.

Judging from the current situation, Luo Xian and others should have touched a key node, causing abnormal changes in the task.

If Luo Xian and others were not dead yet, then according to Bai Huaiguang's inference, the survivors would definitely go to the wooden house at the end of the village.

This is a reasonable analysis based on the perspective of a senior clerk.

The only one who can save everything is himself.

Bai Huaiguang once thought that he had no head and could still commit sins.

But during this period, he tried to use sin objects in advance, but was responded to the unsatisfied conditions.

So Bai Huaiguang was very anxious inside. He understood that if Luo Xian and others were still alive, they would definitely be trapped in the wooden house.

Bai Huaiguang kept appearing in his heart bit by bit of experience with Luo Xian.

Slowly, a force condensed in the body and supported the tired body and stood up again.

This time, he stood under the tree and did not choose to climb, but took out a bundle of hiking rope from his backpack.

As he groped the rope head, he tied it into a rope cover with his hands, carefully recalling the branches of the tree he had seen before.

The rope was swung in his hand, and he estimated the height and then threw it hard.

He pulled the rope drawer with his hand, but there was no feedback on his strength, and obviously the first attempt was not successful.

But this method is much easier than climbing a tree.

Bai Huaiguang was not anxious and kept adjusting the position and the height of the throwing rope.

When he tried the eighth time, he felt a force of feedback as soon as he took off the rope.

The rope cover seemed to be hanging on something, and when it pulled back with force, it created a strong resistance.

Bai Huaiguang breathed a sigh of relief inside and began to move the rope cover to the left, while sensing it calmly.

The rope was stuck on a tall branch and stuck on a head. It continued to pull down below, passing the head and stuck at the end of the branch.

After confirming the position, Bai Huaiguang controlled the rope cover to stick to the branches and pulled it hard to the right.

The rope cover and the head were pulled off the branches together.

The head fell to the ground, rolled a few times and stopped at Bai Huaiguang's right foot.

He threw away the rope, lay on the ground and groped with his hands and feet, and this time he felt a spherical object very quickly.

Bai Huaiguang's heart was very ups and downs, and after several hours, he finally found his head.

He quickly hugged the head in his arms and groped with trembling hands.

The outline of the human head is correct, but the hat that Luo Xian gave him has long disappeared.

"After solving the current situation, I will definitely find you back."

Everything about Luoxian has extremely special significance to Bai Huaiguang.

Even if it is a worthless hat, he will never leave it in Wuer Village.

Bai Huaiguang calmed down, held his head in both hands, aimed at his bare neck and slowly lowered it.

The human head fell on the neck tightly, and in the blink of an eye, even the gap in the middle disappeared, as if they had never left their bodies.

Bai Huaiguang's eyelids shook, and he opened his eyes half a minute later.

A strange black flashed through the light blue pupils, as if a little ink was dripped.

He shook his head hard and stood up from the ground.

The world in front of you has regained its colors, and the wind and grass are blowing in your ears.

He sucked into his lungs, including the smell of fresh rain in the air and the filth on the yellow soil.

Bai Huaiguang was shocked and hurriedly hid under the tree and immediately took out a notebook from his pocket.

The brand new paper was wet with the rain when it was opened, and the lines drawn by the pencils became rich.

This is just an ordinary notebook, drawing the structure of the Wuer Village that he once recorded.

And he took out a quill from the mezzanine on the last page of the notebook.

This quill also looks extremely ordinary, but there is no nib.

As soon as I took out a drop of red ink, it dripped on the note paper, and the horizontal lines on the paper were erased.

Bai Huaiguang took a quill and pointed his eyes at the wooden house at the end of the village on the map.

The tip of the pen was touched on the paper, and his originally pale face suddenly became extremely rosy at this moment, as if blood was rushing to the top of his head.

At the same time, the hand holding the pen shrank rapidly, the flesh began to crack, and the bones made a crunching and crisp sound.

Bai Huaiguang gritted his teeth tightly and inserted the tip of his pen into the notes paper with injuries.

With the wooden house as the center, a very neat circle was drawn.

And when this circle appears, all the traces left by the pencil in the circle disappear.

At the same time, the distant horizon.

The dense dark cloud suddenly cracked a gap, and a red circular column of light fell from the sky.

The circle on the note paper has expanded countless times in reality, turning into a column of light that covers a large circular area near the wooden house.

After all this, Bai Huaiguang fell to the ground with overwhelming burden, and his whole right hand had completely shattered.

Only a piece of human skin covered with cracks was left swaying in the wind.

Bai Huaiguang looked at the sky towards the end of the village, and the red light illuminated his snow-white face and reflected a hint of happy smile.

Quill pen, a large-scale, large-scale space to confront sexual sin objects.

It needs to be used with a map, with a certain point as the center, and circles within a certain range can be drawn.

Effect: All supernatural powers covered in the area can be erased in equal proportions in the real world, for up to 4 hours!

This is the biggest reason why Bai Huaiguang cannot die and is not easy to die.
Chapter completed!