It was late at night, and the camp was quiet.

The night wind blew through the dunes and the trenches between them, and countless pieces of sand flew up with the wind and landed silently.

Li Zi'an put the key into the alloy toolbox, studied and studied, and there was nothing in his mind except a cloud of fog.

He didn't close the toolbox.

When he went out this time, he brought all the equipment that Kang Xin had developed for him, including the Hanging Bomb Blade, the Flying Tiger Claw, and two pocket versions of the fake Tianxiang. And that's not even counting the trap pen he had on him, and the trap ring he wore on his hand.

Master travel, safety first.

However, when he got here, he realized that these awesome equipment were useless.

Whether it is the lighthouse CIA or the mysterious road company, who dares to come here to spread the wild under the guard of the Chinese military?

In the sleeping bag, Li Zian couldn't sleep.

If it was at home, the housekeeper's wife would probably come to collect the homework at this time, but here, even if his pen was full of ink, he didn't write the homework paper.

Actually, there are also rolls.

Kang Xin's scroll had been waiting for him to write, but he couldn't.

People with pure hearts are like that, they never take a pen and scribble except for homework.

He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, but Li Xiaomei's appearance appeared in his mind.

He's in Xindi, he's not around, can the housekeeper sleep well? It's cold in autumn, did Li Xiaomei kick the quilt?

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps outside the tent.

Li Zi'an opened his eyes, and his right hand also reached into the alloy toolbox, ready to take the sleeve blade that Tang Qing made for him.

The man came to his tent, then walked around and stopped at the curtain of the tent.

In just such a short time, Li Zi'an had a preliminary judgment.

The footsteps came from the direction of Kang Xin and Kang Haichuan's tent, and Kang Haichuan would definitely not come to him at such a late hour. Excluding Kang Haichuan, then only Kang Xin remains, and Kang's possibilities are infinite because she has a motive.

Li Zi'an's head hurts.

Classmate Kang came to his tent so late, he must not be looking for him to talk about life and ideals, right?

However, just as he was about to pretend to be asleep and pretend not to know anything, the people outside the tent left and walked in the direction of the archaeological pit.

Li Zi'an said secretly in his heart: "Could it be that Kang Xin got up to relieve his hands, and just passed by my tent?"

There is no toilet in the tent, and even if the girls want to relieve themselves, they can only get out of the tent and find a place where no one is there to solve the problem.

Thinking about it like this, Li Zi'an was no longer nervous, and even a little amused by his nervousness.

How could a girl with yellow flowers get into his tent in the middle of the night? What's more, the distance between the five tents here is not very far, and the movement of a little larger one can be heard by several people in the tent. Kang Haichuan is also here, how dare Kang Xin?

However, after a blink of an eye, Li Zi'an felt that something was wrong again: "If Kang Xin wants to relieve herself, she should go to the back of her tent, behind which is the big sand dune, how can she go to the archaeological pit, where there are warriors patrolling the night, how can she untie her pants as a girl? Besides, even if there are no warriors patrolling the night, everyone has to pass by there during the day, and if she urinates there, the sun will smell when she is shining, and she will be embarrassed to smell it herself." ”

The more I think about it, the more wrong it becomes.

Li Zi'an climbed out of his sleeping bag, quickly picked up the sleeve blade that Tang Qing had made for him, and then climbed out of the tent.

In the hazy moonlight, a snow-white figure was walking in the direction of the archaeological pit. The moment the white figure came into view, Li Zi'an's heart jumped fast.

It's her, Aunt Da Yue'er!

He dreamed of meeting his aunt Da Yue'er again, and without warning, she appeared in front of him.

He chased after him.

There was a trail of footprints on the soft sand, and the footprints were shallow.

During the day, he was still wondering if Gushi Da Yue'er was a superhuman existence such as a god or a fairy, and when he saw the footprints on the ground, he was relieved, if she was a god or a fairy or something, how could there be footprints on the ground?

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the shallow footprints on the ground quickly disappeared.

Fortunately, her back could still be seen, and Li Zi'an quickened his pace.

However, as he accelerated, the white figure also accelerated, and faster than him, and he didn't chase far before he lost her sight.

In a blink of an eye, I chased to the edge of the archaeological pit.

Two warriors fell to the sand, one of them still holding a flashlight in his hand. Both warriors carried their guns, but they were knocked down before they could even untie them.

Presumably, until they passed out on the ground, they didn't know what had happened.

Stepping past the two warriors, Li Zi'an chased to the edge of the big pit, and the white figure entered the Great Moon Temple in a flash.

Li Zi was relieved: "Is she trying to hint at me something?"

Thinking about it like this, he didn't even want a ladder, he jumped down directly, his center of gravity was unstable when he landed, he fell on the sand, he rolled around and climbed up, he didn't even bother to pat the sand on his body, and rushed to the Great Moon Temple.

The temple used to have a gate, but now only the door frame remains.

The original door was a wooden door, which had been weathered for thousands of years and had long since turned to ashes.

Entering the temple, Li Zi'an saw a white figure standing on the altar at a glance, still with his back to him.

Li Zi'an was afraid that she would misunderstand, so he deliberately slowed down his pace and walked towards the altar, and said as he walked: "Aunt girl, you deliberately brought me here, right?"

The white figure didn't speak, didn't even turn around.

Li Zi'an continued to walk towards the altar: "I've always wanted to have a good chat with you, I have a lot of things I don't understand, I know you have the answer, if you are willing to tell me, you can tell me, if you don't want to, I won't force you, but you can also talk to me casually, such as what year you were born and what nationality you are." If you want to ask me anything, just ask, and I'll tell you everything. ”

The white figure still stood on the altar, not speaking or turning.

Li Zi'an walked to the bottom of the steps of the altar, and the white figure standing on the altar was not visible from this position, he quickened his pace and quickly climbed to the altar.

The white figure came into his sight again, and she was still standing in that position, maintaining an almost statue-like posture, motionless, separated from him by a distance of more than ten meters.

Li Zi'an stopped, because he was afraid that if he got close to her, she kicked her legs and flew away with a swish, and then he watched her fly towards the moon, more stupid than a fool.

"I'm here, are you going to keep your back to me and don't speak?" Li Zi was a little depressed, but he had to endure it.

The white figure suddenly turned around, and the speed was very fast.

Li Zi'an's heart suddenly became vigilant, his body fluttered sideways, and his right hand also pressed on the sleeve blade on his left wrist.

This series of actions and reactions all happened in a split second.

The white figure turned around, wearing a hat and a veil, but a pair of eyes were not the turquoise corners of the eyes of the aunt Da Yue'er, but black eyes, and there were crow's feet at the corners of the eyes. The eyebrows are also very thick, not the willow eyebrows of Gushi Da Yue'er, but the thick eyebrows that are black and dense.

This Nima is a man in a skirt with a hanger!

Moreover, the man in the skirt with the hanging was holding a pistol equipped with a silencer in his hand.

The moment he turned around, the man in the skirt moved the muzzle of his gun to Li Zi'an and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Puff puff!

Three bullets flew out.

A bullet hit Lee Zi'an in the hip and a bullet in his thigh.

Fortunately, Li Zi'an started to move the moment he turned around, and his whole body was thrown out, otherwise these three bullets would all have shot into his chest!

Sou!

A sleeve arrow also broke through the distance of more than a dozen steps at the moment when Li Zi'an was shot, and plunged headlong into the lower abdomen of the man in the skirt.

Both of them were splattered with blood.

Bang!

Li Zi'an's body fell to the ground, he didn't dare to stop, and rolled under the altar with both hands.

What he regrets the most now is that he misjudged that this guy was his aunt Da Yue'er, and he didn't bring the alloy toolbox when he came out, otherwise he wouldn't be so passive.

Puff puff!

The pistol equipped with a silencer device has a very special sound of shooting, just like the sound of a person spitting, but it is not saliva, nor melon seed shells, but bullets!

Li Zi'an's speed couldn't be faster than a bullet, and in the second round of three shots, another bullet hit his hip, so that he was shot in both buttocks.

And this time, he didn't have time to shoot another arrow, and his body rolled off the altar.

was shot three times, and most of the pants on his body were stained red with blood in a blink of an eye, but the pain was not strong. The most painful time is when I have just been shot, and after that, the pain feels very sharp.

That's the effect of the big lazy portable stove, which not only suppresses the pain, but also quickly stops the bleeding. However, it can't take away the tension and fear in Li Zixin's heart.

He's grown so big that he's never even been knifed, let alone shot. When his body rolled down against the slope of the altar, three faces appeared in his mind, Li Xiaomei, Yu Meilin, and Mu Chuntao.

When people face death, they think of their dearest people, and these three women are his closest people now.

If tonight was to say goodbye to them, he wouldn't even have a chance to say a word of goodbye to them.

Li Zi'an fell heavily on the patina-colored floor, and under the violent vibration, the wound that was already not bleeding much was bleeding again. But he couldn't care about that much anymore, and he rolled behind a stigma by inertia.

He had just taken his head when several more bullets whistled and struck the ground he had just rolled on and the stone pillar in front of him, sending sparks flying everywhere.

"Li Zi'an, who do you see who I am?" a man's voice came.

This voice is turned into gray Li Zi'an also recognizes, it is Huang Bo's voice.

If he hadn't heard Huang Bo's voice with his own ears, Li Zi'an would never have believed that Huang Bo was still alive. In fact, even at the moment when he heard Huang Bo's voice, he had strong rejection and suspicion in his heart, and he didn't want to believe it.

A man who is obviously dead, how can he live again?

A hat flew in the air and landed on the ground in front of Li Zi'an.

It's for him to go out and see each other.