The person on the other side of the phone was a man, his voice was a little high-pitched, and he was also a little uneasy.

He took the initiative to say to me, "Brother Seven Kills, I'm a big mouth's subordinate, and something has gone wrong on our side." ”

I've been trying to keep my emotions from swinging, but when I hear that, I still can't control it.

I took a few deep breaths, and reason told me not to think deeply, but to confirm the identity of this person.

After a moment of silence, I asked the man, "Who are you?" How do you prove that you are a subordinate of Big Mouth? ”

He replied that his nickname was Mourning Dog, and then he told me a series of codes.

This code is the one who sells pork and the butcher, and I used it when I was connecting with Gao Teng.

In this way, I knew that this man was not lying, and my whole heart fell to the bottom for a while.

The beard waited for me to move, but after I answered the phone, I didn't remind him of anything. He couldn't bear it anymore.

He leaned over and listened to it with his phone attached, and he muttered, "What's the situation?" ”

I patted my beard's arm and told him not to worry.

I asked the mourning dog to talk about what was going on.

The mourning dog replied that he and Dazui were on the way to come, and they encountered a sneak attack on the side of Yicun, and they had no choice but to deal with this gang, and even Dazui meant to take him to break through together, and finally succeeded in joining us. The problem is that they didn't bring any good weapons with them this time, and the enemy has shotguns and other things.

When he and Dazui came to the side of Yoshimura, another group of enemies fired cannonballs at them, and Dazui was unfortunately shot, and he escaped.

I didn't rush to say anything after listening to it, and even digested the information of these words attentively, and the beard was about to fry, he grabbed the mobile phone and asked the mourning dog, "How is it possible, the dog, the big mouth is so good, a few shells will send him away?" No way, no way, Xiao Bo and I have been shelled a few times, but we are all right. ”

I'll admit, Beard is a little incoherent. In addition, he said it so loudly that it was inconvenient for the two of us to hide it, and when he said it, a lot of saliva squirted out, all over my cheeks.

I told him to calm down. I also took the initiative to snatch my phone back.

I rubbed my sleeve against my cheek and asked the mourning dog, "How are you doing?" ”

The mourning dog said, "I'm injured, and one leg is not very good." ”

I add, let him say, where is he now?

The mourning dog paused for a moment, presumably recognizing the surrounding terrain. He then replied to me, "I fled to a forest behind Yicun, Brother Seven Kills, where are you and the Demon King, I'll look for you, let's get together and break through together." ”

I was faintly uncomfortable, but I didn't know how this feeling came from for a while, and I knew that the mourning dog was injured, and he was looking for us, which must be inconvenient.

I told him to leave anything else alone, just tell him where he was, and then Beard and I would join him.

The mourning dog told me that he was in the northwest of the woods, about thirty degrees north-west, and there were three old poplars, and the old poplars were still a little leafy, and although the branches were all dead leaves, they were good bunkers, and he was hiding in one of them.

I repeated it a few times and memorized his location.

I told him not to turn off his phone, and I and Beard set off to join him.

The mourning dog said yes again and again. When I hung up the phone, Hu Zi held the shotgun and said to me with a calm face, "Damn, let's be older than Song Hao's gang of dog people, not only is the big mouth dead, but now the mourning dog is injured, do we still have to endure it?" If you want me to say, let's do it. ”

Actually, I have this impulse too, but then again, I still classify it as an impulse. I kept my beard steady, and it was imperative that we join up with the mourning dog.

We each took a shotgun and got out of the grave.

It's not dawn yet, but the whole sky is already turning white.

I can't rule out that Song Hao and those people are still searching for the two of us, so Hu Zi and I are very vigilant, and we are walking as close to the tree as we can.

In this way, when we encounter danger, we can immediately use the tree as cover, and in addition, the tree is so sheltered that we will not be too obvious when we walk.

We ran all the way to the northwest of the woods, and it probably took a quarter of an hour for us to get out of the graveyard.

I found that when we walked in the cemetery, there were not so many dead leaves under our feet, more of that invisible coolness and soft mud.

But out of the graveyard, the dead leaves on the ground became thicker and thicker, and my beard and I stepped on it, no matter how light the force was, it would make a creaking sound.

Beard came up with a stupid trick and asked me to learn from him. We walked together as if we were crossing a river.

It worked, and the two of us walked around it a lot quieter. But there's another issue that sensitizes me.

The clothes we wore were dark in color, which was nothing in the dark, but when it was dawn, we walked among such a large patch of dead leaves, and it was easy to be exposed.

I told the question, and the beard didn't have anything to do for a while, and he finally scratched his head, saying that we can't get camouflage uniforms, and we can't make some straw hats and straw clothes to wear on our bodies now.

I shook my head helplessly, knowing that weaving straw hats was too time-consuming.

After we went a little deeper, it was starting to dawn. I looked around as I walked. In addition to poplars, there are also many pine trees around us.

I finally set my eyes on an old pine tree, which was spilling grease from its trunk, which was more than five meters above the ground.

I pointed to the pine tree and said to the beard, "We're both lucky." ”

Beard didn't quite understand, but he followed me to the pine tree.

I let the beard wait for me under the tree, and I climbed up to do something.

Beard stared at the trunk of the tree, and after looking at it for a while, he snorted a few times, and said that the trunk is too slippery, can you?

I didn't answer him, and at this moment the little man in my mind was very active. Under the influence of the villain, I first circled around the trunk of the tree, and then I used my legs so hard that I threw myself up a large section and pounced on the trunk again.

I've climbed trees before, but it's all hard work, let alone dealing with a pine tree with a trunk full of grease.

This time it was very wicked, not only did I climb relatively easily, but I also learned how to use skill.

From a distance, I looked like a gecko, twisting left and right, and I didn't delay marching towards the thickest piece of grease above.

The beard took out a stunned look, and at first he kept saying, "This is not scientific." But soon, he figured it out, and he regretted it, saying that he was really at a loss, and he knew that he would have a broken tooth, and like me, he was implanted with a chip in his brain by scientific researchers.

After another half a minute, I came to the thick fat and clamped my legs to hold my body in place, and I took off my shirt with my hands free.

I don't think it's dirty, I use my shirt as a rag and wipe it off against the resin.

Beard suddenly laughed, gave me a thumbs up and said, "High!" ”

Then he took off his shirt as well, and he skimmed it off and asked me to wipe it for him.

I waved my hand to say yes. And just as he was about to skim, there was movement on the ground near us.

It's all dead leaves, but the dead leaves are shaking. As soon as the beard skimmed out his shirt, he reacted quickly enough that whether I took it or not, he immediately turned around and pointed his shotgun at the dead leaf.

I didn't have any other thoughts, staring at the ground sensitively.

The beard snorted lightly, asked who it was, get out of the fuck quickly.

But we were both "deceived", a little squirrel, poked its head out of the head of the thief, it was very timid, and when it saw me and the beard, it was so frightened that it ran away.

Hu Zi scolded, saying that he really practiced his heartbeat just now.

I don't want to stay in the pine tree for long, or this time it will be better, and if we really encounter any danger, I will suffer.

I let the beard skim the shirt again, and we worked together tacitly, and I received it at once.

I made both of our shirts greasy, and then my legs slackened and went bald.

We each took a jacket and wiped it all over our bodies.

I can't describe how I felt at this moment, and I felt a little disgusting. But we both pressed our tempers and finally threw ourselves on the ground.

We both came to a donkey to roll, and I still have some scale, so I can stop in moderation. But the beard came up vigorously, and he rolled three or five meters away from me, and then rolled back like this.

When we got up again, we were covered in dead leaves. At first glance, we look like forest savages.

I mean, since we have this protective color, we will also try to squat and walk for a while to increase safety.

Beard was a little puzzled by the statement of squatting and walking. I don't really understand it, it's all told me by someone in my head.

I was guided by him again and demonstrated in front of my beard.

To put it bluntly, squatting and walking is walking duck steps. Beard tried it, saying that he was very tired, and if he kept walking like this to join the mourning dog, he was also worried that his two crotches would be wasted.

Beard compromised and thought of another way, he lowered his body as much as he could, and walked with his waist hunched.

In this way, the two of us walked to the northwest of the forest safely and unhindered. I saw the three poplars in the distance.

They were very thick and strong, and compared to the old trees around them, they were all bigger than the other two old trees.

Hu Zi tasted the surroundings and said to me, "It's quiet here, there are no enemies, let's go directly to the tree and meet the mourning dog." ”

I have the opposite attitude. I reminisce about the experience along the way. Putting aside my vigilance and that of the beard, along the way, we haven't met Song Hao's people for a long time, which can never be said to be as simple as our luck.

In addition, looking at the eyes, this silence also makes me uncomfortable.

I reminded the beard, how did I think of the calm before the storm?

The beard looked at me, and then deliberately looked ahead. He hesitated and asked, "What do you mean?" Is there danger here? ”

I wasn't sure, and I didn't rush on with my beard on.

The two of us crouched beside a tree, and I pondered the situation again.

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