Screaming?

Di Cheng's gaze changed a few times, and just now, he seemed to hear a scream.

The sound was subtle and faint, as if it were coming from the night wind. Judging from the weakness of the sound, the source should be very far away from here, beyond the vigilance circle of Chen Minghu and others, that is......

There are other forces fighting in the distance?!

But listening carefully, nothing happened, and there were no more screams. Is it a hallucination? Or is it a dream?

Most of the troops in the Sanuki Mountains exist in formation, and if the two major forces fight, there will not be only one voice, but it will only become more and more noisy, and it will not disappear completely. If it's a hallucination, it's that you're too sensitive to care. But if it's not a hallucination...... It can only be a fight between individuals.

Who? God Aoming? Yin-Yang Grass? Or someone else?

Di Cheng listened intently for five minutes, except for the occasional dull beast roar, there was no strange sound. Only the snow lion raised its big head, did not move, and looked straight ahead, its ears shook slightly, and its nose shrugged slightly, as if it was also alert.

If it was just that he felt something strange, Di Cheng might not care so much, but Snow Lion's performance clearly told him...... It wasn't a dream, and it wasn't an illusion!

In the Sanuki Mountains, in the current situation, no disturbance can be taken lightly, let alone ...... Screams!

Di Cheng carefully pulled himself out of Anne's arms and jumped down from the tree. The snow lion came back from his vigilance and ran quickly to Di Cheng's side, but his big copper bell-like eyes were still staring straight in that direction, and a slight cooing sound came out of his throat.

The dull footsteps of the snow lion woke up Yang Jing, Tu Qingcang and a few others, and when they saw Di Cheng in the faint moonlight, they hurriedly got up, tried to light their steps, and gathered up.

Yang Jing lowered his voice and whispered, "Brother Cheng, what's wrong?" ”

"There is movement in the northeast, you should be more vigilant, I'll go over and take a look."

"I'll go with you!" Tu Qingcang took a step forward.

"No, you stay here, I'll be back soon." After Di Cheng finished speaking, he patted the snow lion's head and quickly rushed into the darkness.

"What's going on? Why didn't I hear that? Shalang frowned and stared northeast.

"You don't have to call your brothers up." Xu Yun whispered.

"Don't use it yet, wait for Brother Cheng's news." Yang Jing waved his hand and motioned for everyone to disperse. Di Cheng chose to go alone, the matter should not be very serious, if there is really an accident, it is not too late to call the brothers up.

Leaving the campsite, the snow lion used its keen sense of smell to lock on to the source of the sound, like a white arrow, rushing through the dark woodland. Although it is large in size and fierce in its aura, it still slows down as much as possible and does not make too much noise.

Di Cheng followed closely behind the snow lion, his body was light and fast, and his body was wrapped in black power, like a ghost floating in the darkness at midnight.

Ten minutes later, the snow lion, who had run for nearly two miles, gradually slowed down, his steps were light, his head drooped, and his big eyes glowing with a subtle green light stared at the dark woodland in front of him from beginning to end.

After a few steps forward, the snow lion's footsteps stopped, and its huge body lay on the ground, motionless, only its eyes alert and its nose fluttering. Di Cheng couldn't determine the situation ahead, so he also stopped in a dark and hidden place not far away, holding his breath and concentrating, secretly observing.

Not far from him, Fang Zhongshou, who had followed him all the way, stood silently in the pitch-black canopy, his sharp gaze seemed to penetrate the night, break through the barrier of the woods, and lock on to an uncertain area.

The moon is hazy, the night is quiet, but under the thick leaves, the soft moonlight is difficult to penetrate the canopy, the depths of the woodland are pitch black, and it is difficult to distinguish the five fingers when they reach out, Di Cheng and Fang Zhongshou try to adjust their breath as much as possible, trying to see farther.

Both of them know that if there is really a duel, the strength must not be underestimated, and the possibility of being an emperor-level powerhouse is not nothing, but extremely great!

No one dares to act rashly.

But......

Quiet!

It was as if in an abyss, the darkness was boundless, there was no sound all around, and even the beast roar that was faintly audible before had disappeared cleanly.

Only ......

The smell of blood! Di Cheng could smell the faint smell of blood in the air, and the long-term killing could make him clearly distinguish that this was human blood, not some kind of beast!

In other words, this is where the screams come from! Most likely, there was a fight. As for why there is no movement now, the reason is ...... Either a one-hit kill and the battle is done. Either it didn't work out and the two sides were still facing off, or ...... Already gone.

After a long silence and waiting, the stone carving-like snow lion suddenly moved, its fist-sized right paw slowly raised, tentatively falling forward, its body stood still, and after a short while, its left paw was raised again, and it was still again, and it was still again, and it was still again, and it was still and it was still again.

Walking forward slowly, slowly and silently, it looked like a cheetah in a hunt, but the size was ...... The big ones are a bit excessive.

After walking tentatively for more than ten steps, the snow lion suddenly roared and rushed out with an arrow. Due to the darkness around him, he disappeared from Di Cheng's sight in the blink of an eye.

Damn it!! Di Cheng scolded secretly and hurriedly shot out.

Luckily, the snow lion didn't run far, and Di Cheng found it on a dirt slope a hundred meters away, where the trees were a little loose, and the moonlight could shine dappled light through the gaps in the canopy, although it was subtle, but it was enough for Di Cheng to see the situation here.

"Blood?!" Di Cheng found a scarlet blood stain on the trunk of a crooked ancient tree, irregularly shaped, dripping, touching with his fingertips, with residual warmth.

There are a few distinct footprints on the ground, of different sizes and shades, but the footsteps are not messy.

Apparently, there were people here at one time, but there were no signs of a fight, let alone a body. In other words, this is the scene of the assassination, not the scene of the duel! Judging by the bloodstains, it was a sharp weapon, not a firearm!

Di Cheng looked at the dark woodland around him, it was certain that there had been a fight here, but ...... Why is there no sound after the assassination? Is it because I'm late, or is there something else?

"Roar!" After careful searching, the snow lion suddenly let out a low roar, alerting Di Cheng and running out again.

Di Cheng's eyes flashed sharply, his fists clenched, and he quickly followed.

Not long after Di Cheng left, Fang Zhongshou appeared like a ghost, quietly looking at the blood stains on the trunk and the footprints below.

Silently, the gloved right hand stretched out from the cuff, and the smooth surface of the scalpel reflected the faint moonlight, turning slowly on the dirt slope, illuminating all suspicious places.

The movements are gentle, careful, and tireless. Until...... After five minutes, the scalpel stopped turning, and the narrow pillar of light settled between the branches of the ancient bloodied tree.

Fang Zhongshou tilted his head slightly, motionless, his cold eyes fixed on the pillar of light through the blood-colored lenses, where a long hair swayed slightly in the wind.

The hair is not suspicious, it is suspicious...... White! Long white hair!

A gust of night wind blew, and the white hair fluttered up, swirling a few times, fluttering a few times, and falling silently as the night wind subsided.

Fang Zhongshou raised his right hand, with the help of this white hair, stared for a long time, slowly raised his head, looked in the direction where Di Cheng disappeared, and his eyes behind the glasses condensed like a beast!

When Fang Zhongshou probably had a guess object, Di Cheng, who was following the snow lion and running rapidly, stopped again, only this time...... His expression was as solemn as ice, his eyes shook slightly, and he couldn't hide his surprise!

The reason for the stop was that the body was found!

The corpse was male, and his face was a terrible blue, as if it had been soaked in grass juice. There was a visible wound in the chest, as if he had been stabbed with a sharp sword. If the expected is correct, the bloodstains on the dirt slope before should have been left by him.

The corpse's face was hideously twisted, bleeding from its seven orifices, its eyes were staring at each other, its mouth was wide open, its hands were stiffly clasped together like eagle's talons, and its body was twisted in a strange posture, as if it had suffered unimaginably great pain before dying.

In the miserable white moonlight, suddenly finding a corpse of such a shape, there will always be a chill in my heart.

But Di Cheng doesn't care about this, but about this person's identity!

Jack Dawn!! The spear god in Skynet who is on par with Luo Yin! A guardian who was named by the gods!