"Bang~"

Earthy yellow tactical boots trampled through the forest, and the sound of waterlogged leaves made a harsh sound in the quiet fog.

Dressed in a jungle camouflage combat uniform and wearing a face of anti-mosquito camouflage, Sama frowned, glanced down, and then avoided the fallen leaves and walked to the roots of the tree without standing water. But after a few steps, he slipped and almost fell into the grass.

"Be careful!"

Wearing a half-fingered tactical glove, Anna grabbed the backpack behind her and helped her up. Sama turned his head to look at it, confusion on his face. Anna followed the same route as her, but she didn't hear any stampeding sound along the way.

As if seeing Sama's doubts, Anna smiled slightly, moved the big sniper in front of her to her back, turned to her and squatted down in front of her, and said softly: "Raise your feet~"

Sama hesitated, but lifted her feet as she said. Anna took something out of her pocket that looked like a sponge used to wash dishes in the kitchen and put it on her feet. Looking down at her feet, she seemed to be stepping on such an object under her muddy shoes.

When both feet were replaced, Sama stepped lightly on the ground a few times, and found that the stamping sound was indeed much quieter, only a slight sound of water, low and inaudible.

This kind of inexplicable little trick has been explored in the field for many years, and it is rarely used in ordinary times, and it is not learned in the training camp. Sama was a little stunned, and opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say.

"Let's go!"

Anna just smiled, not taking it to heart at all. Move the big sniper in front of you, hold it in your hand, and walk forward first.

To the southwest, more than a dozen figures stood in the fog-shrouded glade.

Perredo didn't seem to sleep well, and he had a pair of dark circles under his eyes early in the morning. The back of the original oily head was also a little messy, and several strands hung down in front of the forehead.

Behind him, four heavily armed men stood guard with guns, while another crouched on the ground, carrying instruments such as tranquilizer guns and net guns from an open suitcase.

"With such a big fog, the holy beast may not be willing to come out......"

In the open space in front of several people, several natives with numb expressions were carrying iron basins and moving. Overnight, the High Priest, who seemed to have aged a long time, still wore his ornate feather crown, and stood on his side and whispered to Peredor.

"Ha~woo......"

Perredo yawned, rubbed the corners of his eyes and said indifferently: "You don't have to worry about this! You just do your job, not today, there will be tomorrow!"

"But ......"

"No, I don't die, I never repeat what I say a second time! You'd better start now!"

Peredo interrupted the High Priest, raised his hand and patted his wrinkled face, and threatened in a low voice: "Old thing, you have lived enough, but your little granddaughter is not yet ten years old, right?

After a moment of silence, the High Priest's back seemed to bend even more, and he whispered, "I know......"

Turning around and silently walking forward, the wooden platform that he was most proud of in the past seemed to be stained with a layer of blood in his eyes at this time. The High Priest prayed silently in his heart, hoping that the old man of the Holy Beast had not yet gotten up.

After a while, the fog seemed to thicken in the woods, and the desolate, ancient song echoed through the rainforest.

"Alas!"

Ding Yi sighed, looking at the numb crowd around him a little blankly, with anxiety in his eyes.

After a night of rain and excessive blood loss, Lao Hei had a fever. Even more than him, even Ding Yi himself felt groggy, his body was cold for a while and hot for a while, and his nostrils were a little astringent.

There were nearly half fewer people in the square than yesterday, and most of them, except for those who were "carried" away, had given up struggling. With straight eyes like walking corpses, he did whatever he wanted under the shouts of the militants.

The twenty people brought by Perredo were five of them yesterday, and they seemed to be stretched thin at the moment, but the iron demon standing at the edge of the square still made everyone dare not act rashly.

"What the hell are these crazy people going to do?"

Ding Yi couldn't figure it out.

It is said that such a big matter, even if no one calls the police right now, I am afraid that it will not be able to hide it for long. Especially in the chaos last night, it was hard to ensure that no one ran out, why didn't these people feel nervous and urgent at all?

There was a slight commotion from the crowd in front of him, followed by shouting and scolding. A few indifferent women, carrying two wooden buckets, were handing out breakfast: noodle soup as thin as water.

Seeing that many people moved forward and went behind the woman to receive the pottery bowl, Ding Yi didn't move, just watched indifferently, and at the same time protected Lao Hei in front of him and the little girl in his arms who refused to leave.

After a while, Zhou Tong, who was holding one arm, squeezed out of the crowd, trotted in front of Ding Yi, and handed over a small bowl of noodle soup.

"Eat something, you haven't closed your eyes all night!"

Ding Yi frowned and shook his head, motioned to him, and said in a low voice: "Feed Lao Hei to eat, he has a fever and needs to replenish nutrition!"

"Ahem......" Zhou Tong glanced around quietly, seeing that everyone's attention was on the person who distributed the food, and even the guards on the periphery were staring at that side, so he quietly raised the arm that had been clutching, but there were two pills in it.

Ding Yi was first overjoyed, then startled, and said in a low voice: "Where did it come from?"

"I don't know...... Zhou Tong was also a little dazed, and said in a low voice: "When I went to get the porridge just now, someone suddenly stuffed it into my hand." When I looked for it again, the man was gone!"

After a deep groan, Zhou Tong asked with some concern: "Could it be a trap?"

Ding Yi thought about it, then looked down at Lao Hei who was frowning, and then shook his head and said, "I can't care so much, Lao Hei can't wait, even if it's a trap, we have to take risks!"

Gently lifting Lao Hei's upper body and holding it in his arms, Zhou Tong stuffed the pills into his mouth, and then leaned over to feed the noodle soup and drank a few sips, then persuaded in a low voice: "Brother Hei has a good physique, like an animal, he just has a fever, and it will definitely not be in the way!"

"I'm not worried about fever......"

Ding Yi frowned and looked out.

The clearing in front of him was still covered with mud and blood, but there were no corpses to be seen. The bodies were all carried away last night, but they were thrown somewhere. The tropical rainforest has a hot climate, and once it has been a long time, such a large-scale corpse decays, and a plague cannot be avoided.

At this time, there seemed to be a quarrel coming from the front, and the crowd gradually became noisy.

Everyone hesitantly gathered together, blocking Lao Hei and Ding Yi behind them and frowning, but it was the patriarch whose sense of existence had weakened to the dirt, and a few elders were arguing with the guards about something.

Faintly, strangely pronounced words such as "corpse", "burning", and "plague" came through the noise, but unfortunately, the patriarch's request seemed to be simply rejected by the guards.

"Why? These people aren't afraid to get contaminated themselves?"

Several people looked at each other, puzzled.