GHD waving a grey clumps of mist. Try into the swamp

Swamp the swamp some unusual phenomenon,, waving a grey clumps of mist. Try into the swamp, the ancient flying can, of course can not sink. But, swamp soil really soft GHD NZ, if not cast light of law Mulberry Bags, the swamp the soft the earth is absolutely unable to withstand the weight of a man standing in the above. How to do? The fly and old turtle talk after a while, they decided to wait until morning before entering the swamp. The swamp, absolutely unimaginable danger lurks. Day into the swamp, than the night to enter, to safety a lot. So, the ancient flying with the old turtle in the swamp outside an bushes lit the bonfire. After dinner, we sat on the fly campfire, luck adjusting element GHD, into the science of uniting the state. But the old turtle is on a dead wood, sleep.


The old turtle's corpse will double, holding the root set God columns, guardian. From time to time in the shadow looming in the distance, however, did not dare close. The stock is a member on the body through the palpitation strong smell of death, so that all the fear, these beasts can only wander far. Swamp, very quiet, quiet terrible, just came the wind sways grass. Sound. Although there is twenty or thirty feet distance swamp, but a rotten mud smell is coming. In the marsh, Yin seems quite heavy. No words overnight, the next day, the sun rising, corpse will split into the bushes deep bog next, then, a few monster to roar from the bushes out. Soon, the corpse the old turtle will be then carrying a head like wild boar, but the body is covered with thick black scales body great one Zhang Yu beast back.


In the swamp travel about ten miles, goofy sleep, he in the weed mud is bones, vary in length from ten to two or three feet, most of all, half sunk in the mire. Fen Yin seems more and more heavy, vaguely filled with a thick atmosphere. The swamp abnormal silence, Goofy and old turtle not seen a live wild animals in the swamp, even a bird, a butterfly is not. Occasionally hear turf beneath the grunt take vesicular sounds, from those scattered beside the lake after a time, and sometimes even hear a sound, like there's something in the water. Like, although it is in the daytime, and especially the frightening. Terror lake, dead mire, bone white, and that in the swamp filled gray cloudy mist does not disperse, as if the swamp is really a death.

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