Under the mountains, the terrible sound of the wind was mixed with countless shouts one after another, most of which came from the dark mountain forest, which was mixed with all kinds of swords and swords, and the battle was once fierce to the extreme. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoBut because it was too dark, I couldn't see what was going on inside the forest from outside the forest, and I couldn't even see the figures flickering between the trees.

It's just that at a certain moment, the sound in this mountain forest suddenly quieted down, and all the noise was like a bubble, suddenly disappearing, and it seemed extremely abrupt.

The night was deep, like ink and sky, and like a tiger and leopard that had just been eaten, full of the smell of blood.

Gradually, footsteps sounded in the woods, breaking the sudden silence, and strange voices echoed lowly, as if they were communicating with each other, some angry, some anxious.

After a while, the figure flickered, and someone came out of the forest, it was a man with a black shadow and a mask, and behind him, several black-clothed people with the same clothes as him walked out one after another, many of them still held snow-bright blades in their hands, and the sharp edges of some blades could still faintly see the red blood.

The air was cold and murderous, with a faint smell of blood.

"What about people!"

"I don't know, it's suddenly gone."

"Search!"

"This forest has been carefully searched!"

"Could it be that you're back in the barn again?"

"No way, the guys on the periphery didn't see him at all."

It looked like the leading men in black stood together, negotiating quickly and seriously with each other, looking at a disagreement, and even arguing in the middle. After arguing like this for a while, the men in black finally split into two groups, half of them continuing to search here, and the other half rushing to the barn in the distance.

There was a commotion in the night, and it could be seen that the men in black were a little angry, perhaps because of the fact that under the heavy surrounding, such an accident would happen to the prey that they were determined to win, which made them look a little more violent.

At the same time, in the depths of the forest, which had fallen silent, in a dark corner, a figure suddenly stood up.

There was a strange tone in the darkness, cold and a bit of murderous aura, in this corner, the darkness was everywhere, but it seemed to be extraordinarily thick on that figure, like a thousand-year-old ice that could not be dissolved.

This figure slowly walked out a few steps, and the face slowly revealed, it was Qiu Yan. As his figure swayed, blood eroded the soil drop by drop along his forearm, and he could vaguely see a figure lying on the ground behind him, but it was lying motionless on the ground, and there was no breath at all.

But the strange thing is that at this moment, Qiu Yan's body has changed into a suit of clothes, and it has become the clothes worn by those people in black.

He raised his hands slightly, an ugly mask in his palm, his eyes flashed with a sparkle of color, and then covered his face like those men in black. In an instant, all traces were concealed from his appearance, as if he had been one of those men in black from the beginning, and for some reason, even that murderous aura was so similar.

He glanced at the thatched hut outside the forest from a distance, frowned slightly, and stood quietly in the silent woods, his clothes swinging in the wind. After a moment, he glanced thoughtfully at the way down the mountain.

.....

The darkness spreads endlessly.

It seems to be like a cold cellar, cold and straight to the heart.

It's like being in a furnace, and the heat is so hot that even the bones have to melt away.

It's an indescribable feeling, one moment it's freezing to death, the next it's hot and it's crazy.

It was very cold, and Qiu Yan felt that his whole body was frozen in a block of ice, unable to move, unable to breathe. Only the cold ice around him was squeezing him. The world is still dark, but this time there is no hot touch, only a cold and dark space.

After trembling, something seemed to stimulate his eyes, his trembling eyelashes narrowed a slit, and the transparent liquid of Lan Ying flowed beside him, and a group of figures in white coats in front of him were busy, several of them were pointing at him, as if discussing something.

Cold, heart-wrenching cold. Seeing Qiu Yan open his eyes, those figures in white coats seemed to be very nervous, and immediately manipulated the row of instruments in front of them. A flood of heat energy hit his body again, and Qiu Yan didn't even have time to snort, his eyes went dark, and then he didn't know anything.

When Qiu Yan woke up again, he found himself inside the glass cover, soaked in liquid, like water, but very viscous.

In astonishment, he saw a figure, a very familiar figure, Sister Ya, Liang Yali.

Qiu Yan, who was soaked in liquid, couldn't hear what was being said outside, only saw Sister Ya turn her head and say a few words to a few people, and then nodded her forehead.

Qiu Yan had a confused and ominous premonition in her heart, what the hell is Sister Ya doing!

Suddenly, an invisible huge pressure came, as if a pair of invisible hands suddenly tore the muscles of Qiu Yan's body. Qiu Yan screamed in pain, but they all turned into bubbles and couldn't make waves, his pupils were bloodshot, and a strange sound came out of his throat.

This force was huge, and Qiu Yan felt as if her body was about to be torn apart. He kept struggling as if to get rid of this great pain, and suddenly, he made a strange movement, curling his body to the extreme, his hideous face looming, and once again opened countless blood sprayed out from the pores of his body, instantly dyeing the liquid in the entire glass cover a crimson color.

The people outside seemed to be in a panic, Sister Ya kept beating the glass and shouting something, and the figures in those white coats were running around.

But it doesn't matter, none of this has anything to do with him.

Qiu Yan felt that he was very tired, his consciousness seemed to be withdrawn, his eyelids slowly re-covered, and his whole body floated in a blood-red liquid.