Chapter 4 fourth quarter

The thorns point to a narrow mountain path among the rocks.Scythe followed closely, followed by a dozen or so Ramons with hunting weapons. The thorny vines swung their knives to cut off the branches, leaves and vines in front of them.The dense trees in the forest made it difficult to breathe, and Scythe was covered in sticky sweat. He looked back at the dozen or so hunters.They didn't dare to look at him directly, they just looked around the trees with unusually dignified expressions. The path disappeared, and the leaves ahead were thicker, and the weeds grew to the knees, making every step difficult.Everyone was silent.Lian Shou seemed to hear some kind of primitive and mysterious sound faintly coming from the deep mountain, and the frequency just stopped at the limit of human hearing.

— or my own hallucinations? The relics of Nongchai are hung on the waist of the sickle.Only then did he see the silver-white long scimitar clearly.A silver badge was nailed to the black leather scabbard, which was also in the shape of the bird's skull.The handle of the knife is wrapped with a thin leather cord.Lian Shou wondered how such a small tribe could have such ingenious handicrafts. Ciwan looked back at him from time to time, with an eager expression on his face. ——What does she want to take me to see? Lian Shou endured the exhaustion all over his body and continued to follow her.

He smelled the air suddenly clear.Birds twittered in the distance ahead.There is faint light shining through the gaps in the dense branches and leaves. Sickle's heart beat faster. After passing through a layer of leaves, his vision suddenly opened up.Thorns and Sickles stood side by side on a cliff.The river at the bottom of the deep valley below is as thin as a silver thread.Surrounded by mountains in thick fog. The thorns point to the wall opposite the cliff. "what……" Sickle's eyes widened, his mouth was half opened, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.He couldn't believe it.That look was like seeing a mountain rock that was about to collapse towards him.

He will never forget what he saw in his life: A huge figure occupying the entire mountain is clearly carved on the front of the mountain wall.The figure is in a peaceful sitting position with hands resting on knees.Surrounded by trees and vines.The solid and distinct facial contours were a little blurred by the wind and rain.A small piece of the bridge of the nose collapsed.Only the upper half of the right ear remains. In the center of the forehead of the human face, a crescent-shaped black mark protrudes.The human face looked down at the scythe with grim eyes. Ciwan excitedly pointed at the stone: "Pari Nan."

She pointed to the scythe again: "Parinan."