In the state of perception, Chen Mo has seen the most outrageous two people, one is the Great Gu Master Jin Ban, and the other is the old man in the straw hat he met in the Thousand Layer Lake.

No matter how outrageous it is, these two people still have something in their bodies after all, even if they cover up their own blood and qi, they are still "full". But the shadow that appears in the perceptual range at the moment is different, it is empty, as if there is no endoplasm, just a thin empty shell in the form of a human being, and it contains air.

No heartbeat, no breathing, no body temperature.

It blends in with its surroundings, like a ghost, quietly stepping on the surface of the humus, getting closer and closer.

Chen Mo turned his head and immediately saw the man.

This is a person who really doesn't look like a person, thin and old, about the same height as Chen Mo, and his skin is dark and shiny, as if he has been brushed with a layer of asphalt. His head was covered with brightly colored feathers, but his body was not an inch, except for a piece of animal skin wrapped around his crotch, and a string of skulls the size of a child's fist hung around his neck, like a human skull shrunk many times.

His eyes, which were facing Chen Mo, were strangely turned upward, almost only the whites of his eyes.

Savages?

The preparation for the overrun outbreak has reached a critical point, and no matter how bold Chen Mo is, he can't help but feel numb in his scalp when he faces such an eccentric guy. If you don't concentrate all your attention, I'm afraid that even in the state of perception, the other party will slip under your nose. There is nowhere to start with strength detection, although this old savage is standing in front of him, it is equivalent to non-existence, how many levels can a living corpse detect?

Chen Mo pounced, and the old savage took out a bamboo tube wrapped with a straw rope from his waist, brought it to his mouth, and blew it gently at him. While quickly turning sideways, Chen Mo could feel the strong reaction of the mutant devourer, and there was a silver flash in the corner of his eye.

Now he knew how the black snake mercenary died, such a small cow hair needle, and with an extremely terrifying poison, if he suddenly attacked at close range, I am afraid that the gods would not be able to hide.

However, the old savage's actions after that surprised him. The old savage picked up the dead deer by the waterhole with one hand, and carried it on his shoulders as if nothing was there, and the whole person was strangely crouched, like a huge predatory tarantula accumulating its strength, and its thin legs like dry wood protruded green tendons, and it was not visible to jump over the long grass.

The distance of his jump was at least five meters, and the long grass was more than one person high, Chen Mo only saw that the grass deeper was like a long snake, splitting forward in an instant, and then returning to its original state.

Chen Mo didn't chase after him.

Even if you do this series of actions yourself, you can't do it faster. Also relying on the human body structure, the old savage has achieved another level of flexibility and agility, and the force angle of some joints and muscles is incredible.

Chen Mo returned to the cave and was relieved to see that the vines covered by the cave entrance were still intact.

"Is there really anyone?" Mo Hongmei heard him say something rough, and showed a surprised expression. Although the poisonous needle had proved many things, the savage in Chen Mo's mouth still made her feel unexpected, this deserted island was isolated from the world, could it be that she had encountered an uncivilized primitive tribe?

"Roll your eyes and live like a hanged ghost, obviously a powerful guy, I don't know why I have to rob my things." Chen Mo was also puzzled, thinking of the lethality of the poison needle, he had already moved to kill.

"Don't run far lately, when my injury is healed, let's go out together to take care of it." Mo Hongmei knew that he was a surname who didn't do anything, and he was afraid that something would go wrong.

"Well, I'll talk about it later." There is a lot of stock in the cave, but Chen Mo is not willing to fall into passivity.

The only way to get out of this hellish place now seems to be to wait for the ship to pass by. Hopelessness does not mean that there is no hope, and he plans to make a large enough firewood on the beach, and if he is lucky, he will light the signal.

Mo Hongmei felt that he was a little too machismo, and his face was slightly gloomy, "Anyway, I will follow you when the time comes." ”

Chen Mo widened his eyes, but saw that Mo Hongmei's face had not completely recovered its blood, and it looked even more white and haggard under the anger, so he had to nod.

With such a dangerous character as a neighbor, and it is very likely that there are more wild people on the island, Chen Mo can't sleep peacefully. He began to gradually expand his range of activities, using the cave as an axis to search outward.

The firewood pile on the beach became higher little by little, and Chen Mo went to the place where the mercenary floating corpse was found many times, but nothing floated from Xidao anymore. The ten-meter-wide trench grew more and more like a temptation, luring him to uncharted territory. Chen Mo went into the water to try it, the trench was very deep, full of undercurrents, as long as one was not careful, he would be swept to the bottom.

A huge tortoiseshell poked its head out of the water not far away, stared at Chen Mo a few times strangely, and dived again. Chen Mo saw that this guy was more than a meter long, and he felt very fresh, so he followed and stabbed a fierce son. The agility of the aquarium is far from being comparable to his, the tortoiseshell quickly swam away without a trace, Chen Mo looked around in the extremely clear water, and did not find Mr. Turtle but was attracted by something at the bottom of the ditch.

Chen Mo dived more than ten times, relying on his physique far beyond ordinary people to reach a depth that he could barely see. It was a broken stone statue, half human, half beast, with fangs on its upper body, pointing to the sky and the earth, with an indescribable sense of evil. There are also several recumbent figurines in the dense seaweed, with their palms crossed on their chests, all kneeling, as if they were originally worshipping this stone god.

Thinking of the old savage like a living corpse, Chen Mo felt that this desert island was really strange everywhere.

But the spirits are dead, but the people are alive. In comparison, he would rather find the old savage first, once the positions of the active and passive sides are reversed, it will not be so easy for the old savage to run again.

At noon that day, after Chen Mo fell asleep with Mo Hongmei, he came out of the hole as usual. In the cliff area more than ten miles away, he sensed a few wild deer moving from a distance, so he quietly pasted past, and finally approached the stage, and suddenly stopped.

Five transparent figures were passing in the other direction, like the wind across the jungle.

From the initial fuzzy induction, to today's forcible positioning, the Mutant Devourer has greatly improved in adapting to the surname. Chen Mo recalled what Tana had said about the method of breathing, and jumped up to keep up, breathing as smoothly as possible in the movements, suppressing the killing intention, calming his mind to the maximum, and putting every step to the lightest.

It is not easy to blend into the environment, and the five people in front of them seem to notice something strange and quickly react. Chen Mo also stopped, a clump of berries was swaying on his left hand, rustling by the wind, and he realized that his improvised routine might not be quite right.

The five of them observed the movement around them suspiciously, and continued to move forward. This time, Chen Mo opened his airway, allowing his mouth and nose to guide air in and out at the same time, and his lungs began a slow and long process of expansion and compression. This has nothing to do with internal breathing, he has no internal breath at all, but the subconscious fighting instinct is awakening, and the remaining beast surname in his soul is stimulated to the greatest extent. Nothing knows how to survive better than wild beasts, and the humans of the Steely Jungle have evolved their intelligence countless times over, but at the same time they have lost their fangs and claws, and can no longer remember the bloodthirsty skills of the Savage Age.

The forest was covered with fallen leaves, and Chen Mo did not deliberately control his pace. The arch of his foot changes with the terrain with each landing, and the weight of his body is cushioned by the knee and ankle in a series of ways, and then broken down by the muscles of the ball of the foot, and evenly penetrates into the ground. He is more agile and swift than a real lizard, and he is silent.

The five people in front of them were no longer able to detect the existence of the trackers, on the contrary, Chen Mo gradually discovered the special features of them due to long-term perceptual analysis and extreme consciousness condensation.

Like the old savage, they seemed to have no heartbeat and no breathing. In fact, all this has been suppressed to an unimaginably low limit. They weren't dead, but their hearts were beating at a rate of 2 to 3 beats per minute, and their breathing was just as slow, close to once a minute.

Perhaps because the blood flow is so slow, these people have a body temperature like that of a cold-blooded animal. Chen Mo still couldn't see the blood and qi flowing in their bodies, and he couldn't imagine what was supporting them, marching on the mountain at such a vigorous speed, but their vital signs were like stones.

The battle broke out suddenly, and the front of the five men seemed to crash into an invisible wall of air and fell straight on his back in the grass. A thin needle was nailed to his left cheek, and his entire face instantly blackened, and his body was dead when it began to tilt.

Chen Mo slowly approached and looked through the long grass.

The remaining four people pulled out their waist blowpipes at the same time and shot under the banana tree in front of them. There was a loud "bang", and the old savage who was grabbing food in the waterhole jumped out from behind the tree, took off a strange-shaped dog-leg knife from the rope around his waist, and cut his left arm without blinking an eyelid.

Before hurting the enemy, Chen Mo saw that the wound was extremely deep, but not half a drop of blood flowed out, but it gradually oozes out like ink, and he can't help but wonder. The old savage was obviously also hit by the poisonous needle issued by the other party, but the poisonous surname is so vicious, how can he save himself with such a simple click?

The blowpipe seemed to be fired only once, and the four men raised their spears in their hands and pounced on the old savage without a sound. The spear bearer is also a wild shape carved out of a mold, with black skin naked, only animal skins around his crotch, and his face is smeared with colorful facial lines, which is extremely hideous.

The spear-bearer was much younger, and his physique was as strong as iron dripping from under his flesh. They danced their crudely crafted spears into windmills and charged at the old savages. The latter, undaunted, suddenly swept to the left, and with a drag of the dog-legged knife, the head of one of the spear-bearers immediately rolled off, and the body still rushed forward a few steps before falling, blood spurting wildly from the neck.

These monsters seem to bleed only when they die, Chen Mo was quite puzzled, and at the same time realized that the situation of the savage infighting represented an opportunity. It's not the first time to play with the flower head of fishing in troubled waters, and even with the eight giants, they are also pulling together one side and beating the other, these savages may not be able to be smart.

Perception began to change, and the old savage's rolled eyes slowly returned to their original state, revealing amber-like bewitching pupils. At the same time, his body gradually changed from transparent in Chen Mo's consciousness horizon to the crimson of a normal person, and the blood qi that had disappeared reappeared in a big way, resuming its flow. His heart and breath were no longer the same, and blood finally flowed from the wound on his arm.

Chen Mo noticed this detail, and his brows gradually relaxed.

The spear-wielder was violently swung by the old savage and killed another person, but the spear also left multiple wounds on his body. He had changed from a cold living corpse back to a normal person, his strength and reflexes greatly diminished, but the remaining two spear wielders remained in that special state like corpses, even grabbing his blades with their bare hands.

The dogleg knife was extremely sharp, and as soon as the spear wielder's palm was pinched, several fingers immediately rolled off. Just like that, another person in front of him has already stabbed with a spear. Seeing that the black and shiny spear tip was about to be inserted into his chest, the old savage's amber eyes suddenly fixed on each other, and he whispered a strange word in his mouth.

The spear rolled down, and the wild man raised his hand to cover the door, and wailed in tears. At this moment, he regained his vital signs, wheezed sharply, countless dense insects drilled out of his mouth and nose, and a large piece of skin and flesh on his face fell off as if it had been splashed with strong acid, revealing white bones.

The last young savage was indifferent to his companion's plight, and slammed his spear into the old man's abdomen with one hand. He struck hard, but the old savage was already at the end of his crossbow, and was about to close his eyes and wait for death, when suddenly a man burst out of the grass and punched the spear-wielder's head open from behind!

The man who was eaten by the insects had already choked his breath, and the insects scattered and flew into the forest and disappeared. The old savage gasped as if he was pulling the bellows, and stared at Chen Mo for a long time, "Yellow-skinned devil, you came from hell, you should also go back to hell, don't try to bewitch me!" ”

Chen Mo only heard a string of chirps, he didn't understand what it meant, and he was on guard.

The old savage's cloudy gaze fell on the dead man on the ground, and there was an indescribable hideous color in his eyes. He suddenly pounced on the nearest corpse, bit down on his throat, sucked up the blood, chewed his throat so creaking that he swallowed it. Like a real carnivore, he buried his head there and bites, and when he turned around, he found that Chen Mo was just watching coldly, without any change in expression.

"True God Gugdal, please bless the Barbarian Tooth Clan." The old savage knelt down and muttered prayers to the sky, his hands crossed on his chest.

He was no longer able to fight, and he had always been indifferent to life and death, so he didn't care if Chen Mo would make a move on him, and walked straight to the dense forest after getting up.

"What does the true god Gugdar mean?" Chen Mo followed the changes in the other party's lips and teeth, learned the previous sentence, and asked in a loud voice.

For action copying, this is just a piece of cake, and it is the same path as the domineering girl learning English.

The old savage seemed to be bursting with thunder in his ears, and he turned back in shock. He only heard Chen Mo say "True God Gugdal" in brute language, but he didn't understand the last few words at all.

Chen Mo had already discovered that the old savage's kneeling posture was exactly the same as those statuettes in the trench. Seeing that he was surprised at this moment, he had the idea of teasing, imitating the half-human and half-beast idol, pointing to the sky and the earth with one hand, and shouting: "True God Gugdar! ”

The old savage's legs were weak, and his urine was incontinent on the spot, and he fainted.

(To be continued)