Train Survival: I can copy randomly

The mage noticed Song Ying's movements and wanted to come over, but the vines still had a lot of hatred for him and didn't want to block Song Ying's movements. Every move he made was a killing move.

Song Ying kept waving the torch in his hand, so as not to burn the other person, there was no need to worry about causing a fire.

While Song Ying was busy driving away the mermaids and not paying attention behind her, a branch began to stretch into the well. By the time Song Ying noticed the branch going down to the well, it was already over. She saw the card belonging to the mermaid guard returned to her hand.

Somewhat reluctantly, she pulled the rope that the mermaid guard had used to go down before. There was something at the other end of the rope. She tried to pull it to make sure there was indeed something below.

The rope was no longer pulled upwards at this time, but was directly put into the backpack. The rope and the bound bones were put into the backpack together.

The vines started to go wild when they lost the corpse, and countless vines kept flying. The mage who had been able to resist before was now being whipped away by the vines, with a sharp vine even right behind the mage.

These vines will cooperate even if they are mad. When the tip of a vine is behind the wizard, another vine will come over and whip the opponent, whipping him to the tip.

When the mage was about to touch the vine from behind, he immediately turned in the air, faced the vine head-on, and chopped the opponent's vine with his black sword. Although he did not hurt the opponent, the force of the blow stopped him from rushing forward.

He used the sword to slide down the vine to the ground, and rolled on the ground to reduce the force of his landing.

Song Ying took the time to take a look at the backpack. After the things entered the backpack, they were divided into two things, one was a rope, and the other was a bag containing the bones.

The riot caused by the disappearance of the corpse only lasted for a moment. After beating the wizard, they seemed to calm down. Even the vines that had been extended before were all retracted at this time. It looked exactly the same as when Song Ying first saw it.

At this time, the mage should have recovered and came towards Song Ying with sword in hand.

This man had been injured and bleeding for quite some time, but he still had the strength to fight. Song Ying put away the torch and picked up the knife to confront him.

He held the opponent's sword with his knife and kicked at the wound on his chest. The mage, who had barely avoided the attack of the vines before, was no longer very sensitive at this time.

Song Ying used all his strength in this kick. Although he didn't kick the man away, he did kick him back several steps.

The pain from the wound caused by the kick made the mage unable to steady his body as he retreated, and he fell directly to the ground.

Song Ying naturally took advantage of the opponent's weak situation and walked quickly towards the direction where the mage fell. He reached his side in two or three steps.

The long knife directly pierced the opponent's shoulder blade, leaving him with no power to fight back.

After the sword entered the flesh, Song Ying did not stop. He held the handle of the knife and turned it half a circle mercilessly.

There were constant cries of pain and requests for peace from people on the ground.

"Girl, we have no grudges against each other, what are you doing?"

When the other party saw that showing weakness was ineffective, he became angry and angry, as if Song Ying's treatment of him was unforgivable.

Song Ying felt even more disgusted when she heard this. She had wanted to kill him when he killed those three children yesterday.

"You can ask me not to kill you if you want. Tell me, what are you doing in this village? What do you know?"

Song Ying pressed the knife stuck in his shoulder into the mud again, making sure it was nailed to the ground before taking out another knife.

It was really wise of her to buy an extra knife at that time, and it is particularly useful now.

After the second knife was unsheathed, it was directly waved towards the other hand of the other person. She saw that the person's hand was making some small movements there, as if he was drawing talismans.

The blood from the severed tendons covered the unfinished talisman, making it no longer effective.

After cutting the tendons in his hand, Song Ying directly put the knife to the opponent's neck.

"Tell me what you want. If I get what I need, I can let you go."

"I will tell you everything the girl wants to know."

Song Ying looked at his rolling eyes and knew that this man was not honest, so he turned the knife on his shoulder again.

"Oh, auntie, I'll tell you everything."

The pain made him beg for mercy immediately, and Song Ying did not dare to push too hard and loosened his hand that was turning the knife.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? What's going on with this tree?"

"My name is Kuang Zhuanqi, and I'm a Taoist priest."

"Oh, you are worthy of being called a Taoist priest."

"Yes, yes, yes, I am what my aunt said I am. I came here because I heard that this is a cursed place. The ice and snow never melt all year round, and the villagers cannot leave the village."

"What kind of curse? Where did they get the salt and other things they had been unable to leave the village for all these years? And how can they get married?"

Song Ying discovered that what Kuang Zhuanqi said was basically the same as what he had heard before, but although he said that, he still had some doubts.

"The curse spread outside is that the villagers offended the goddess on the snowy mountain, and the goddess cast the curse. In fact, it has been a long time, and the rumors outside are not very accurate. This village has been frozen for more than 50 years."

Kuang Zhuanqi always spoke with gritted teeth, and although he sounded vicious, it was actually because he was in pain.

"More than 50 years? There are still children aged seven or eight in the village?"

"Yes, this is the most magical thing about this village. It seems that the curse does not want this village to be destroyed. Many people mistakenly enter here every year, and the villagers work together to keep them here."

Hearing this, Song Ying frowned. If this was the case, Fu Xiu Luo's mother might have been forced to stay like this as well.

"What are you doing here?"

Song Ying felt that he was not trying to help the villagers get rid of the curse, and must have other purposes.

"Of course I'm here to capture the monster. This tree is a thousand-year-old tree monster. After I got here, I discovered the magic of this tree. Although it is a tree monster, it is indeed unconscious. If I can capture it, I will naturally have an extra fighting force."

"What did the kid do at noon yesterday? Is this tree demon drinking blood?"

Hearing Song Ying's words, the tree suddenly stretched out a vine and hit Kuang Zhuanqi several times. Song Ying almost couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene.

"It seems that this tree doesn't drink blood. If it doesn't drink blood, why did you kill so many children?"

"The tree demon will go crazy only if it drinks blood. As long as it is addicted to the taste of blood, I have a way to subdue it."

Kuang Zhuanqi cried out in pain after being whipped by the vines, but he did not dare to move, as the knife was still stuck in his flesh.

"Tell me, what other information did you get from the village chief?"

There is no information about the bones in the well yet, so there must be another story. I just don’t know whether this story is about the tree or the person in the well.

"I, I really know this."

The extended vine was not retracted at this time. It could be seen that it was still a little angry at Kuang Zhuanqi. He fed it blood and whipped it from time to time.