A cold wind hit, and Zhang Yang's body instinctively curled up, and his eyes opened slowly.

Dense forests are scattered all around, making you feel like you are in a primeval forest. subconsciously glanced around, paused, and the trance emotion slowly retreated in Zhang Yang's heart. And the bits and pieces before the coma poured into Zhang Yang's heart one after another.

struggled to stand up, and when Zhang Yang raised his eyes, he couldn't help but froze for a moment.

The towering wall obscured it, and a large area of shade inevitably covered Zhang Yang's body. It is also because of this reason that the surroundings are inevitably colder.

Mossy and vines fill the walls in plain sight.

Wait a minute! Vines?

A bird seems to be looking for food, or it may be tired of flying and wants to rest. Flapping his wings, he landed coldly on a vine.

There was a crackling, lightning flashing, and in the blink of an eye, the bird instantly emitted black smoke and fell off the 'vine'.

Which is this vine? It's clearly an iron thorn with electricity.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Zhang Yang subconsciously walked a few steps towards the wall.

Bang, a gunshot appeared, and Zhang Yang felt a few feet away in front of him, and a piece of dirt exploded. Even a small stone splashed up and flew out directly against Zhang Yang's cheek.

Slowly raised his right hand, Zhang Yang wiped the side of his face, looked at the trace of blood stained on the palm of his hand, his face was cold, and his eyes squinted slightly to the top of the wall.

The style is strange, at least in Zhang Yang's opinion, the field camouflage whose origin is unknown, wraps the whole body of the man on the wall. Smeared with colorful camouflage ink that was enough to cover his face, the figure at this time, holding a firearm in his hand, condescendingly aimed at Zhang Yang's body. And the intimidation, the implication of expulsion, is not at all self-evident.

His fists clenched violently, Zhang Yang gritted his teeth, little by little, and slowly fell back and withdrew a little distance.

His eyes were full of gloom, Zhang Yang suppressed the turmoil in his heart, hesitated, pondered for a moment, and tentatively shouted to the person at the top of the wall: "What do you want me to do?" ”

Probably didn't expect Zhang Yang to be so calm at this time, and the person at the top of the wall, with a flash of surprise on his camouflage-covered cheeks.

After all, when that person thinks about it, the first thing most 'newcomers' say is either to ask, 'Where is this?' or 'who are you?'. At this time, when he heard Zhang Yang's words, the person was condescending and looked at Zhang Yang playfully.

But even so, the man didn't answer Zhang Yang at all, just put the gun back behind him, and looked at Zhang Yang below for a long time.

Seeing that the man didn't pay attention to his behavior at all, Zhang Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, gritted his teeth, turned around directly, and walked towards the depths of the primeval forest-like woodland behind him without hesitation.

At this moment, something fell from above coldly, narrowly rubbed Zhang Yang's head, and smashed into the grass nest in front of Zhang Yang.

After a pause, Zhang Yang subconsciously looked at the thing in the grass nest.

His eyes stared, looking at the thing in the grass nest, and a strange color flashed in Zhang Yang's eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Yang walked over with a little caution.

js two steel seals, probably because of the fall just now has been dented. Despite this, Zhang Yang took the kerosene lighter, which was obviously a military standard, and played with it for a while, wiped the flint a few times, and found that it could still be used as usual.

Frowning, Zhang Yang couldn't help but turn around and look up again at the person at the top of the wall.

Noticing Zhang Yang's gaze, the man didn't care at all, and after taking a few puffs of the cigarette in his mouth, the man took out most of the pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw them down from the wall.

The cigarette fell slowly, landing exactly a few feet away in front of Zhang Yang. Seeing this situation, Zhang Yang's eyes couldn't help but tremble.

At a height of 100 meters, it is inevitable that there will be a change in the direction of the wind. In addition, the weight of a pack of cigarettes is not large, but the person can just throw the cigarette at his feet, and this unintentional hand alone is enough to shock Zhang Yang.

"It's a game and it's a gamble. It's just a weight, but it's your own life. If you want to clear the customs, you will live and live forever. Live to all and die clean! The voice floated from above, and the moment he heard such words, Zhang Yang's body suddenly shook.

Gritting his teeth, noticing that the man no longer meant to speak, Zhang Yang squatted down, picked up the pack of cigarettes, quickly turned around, and ran towards the depths of the forest far from the wall.

……

The dense jungle, surrounded by thorny trees, was farther and farther away from the wall. But intentionally or unintentionally, Zhang Yang maintained a diagonal running posture.

I don't know how long I ran, but when Zhang Yang stopped his steps and held on to a big tree next to him out of breath, he could obviously see a wry smile in Zhang Yang's eyes.

Although he was so 'slaughtered' before, Zhang Yang inevitably still had some luck thoughts. But after running for so long, even a moment ago, Zhang Yang could still see the existence of that wall.

It's not that the wall has reached the end of Zhang Yang's previous fantasy, but that Zhang Yang's position at this time, the parallel distance from the wall, is far, far away.

Looking at the denser and more gloomy woodland around him, Zhang Yang knew in his heart that he must have been more and more in the depths of this mountain forest at this time.

Glancing in the direction of the wall in his impression again, Zhang Yang couldn't help but complain in his heart.

How long is this wall, how big is this wood?

sighed inexplicably, dispelled such useless feelings in his heart, and sat on the ground with a little tiredness.

Gently raised his right hand, covered his chest that had been hit by a bullet before, and opened the corners of his mouth with a bitterness.

In Zhang Yang's mind, it is very likely that his wound cannot heal because of this bullet. After all, just now, Zhang Yang felt the recovered warm current in his body, and tried to throw himself a healing technique.

But even so, although the wound on Zhang Yang's chest is no longer bleeding, and even the wound on the epidermis is beginning to heal faster little by little, Zhang Yang knows that this is just a appearance.

Silently feeling the strange sensation in his chest, Zhang Yang's eyes narrowed slightly. Although Zhang Yang knew that keeping the warhead in his body could still recover slowly, but the recovery speed was relatively slow, but for some reason, Zhang Yang couldn't help but have a faint thought in his heart.

I always feel that if I keep this warhead in my body, I wonder if there will be some hidden dangers lurking......

He shook his head and dispelled the thoughts in his mind. Zhang Yang's eyes flashed with cruelty, he took out one of the half packs of cigarettes in his pocket, lit it in his mouth, and coldly stretched out a finger to insert it into the wound on his chest that had faintly begun to heal.