Losing your way in the mountains is the deadliest thing.

Several people's faces were a little bad, and they thought that they could leave the old forest smoothly, but now it seems that the problem is not so simple.

"You said that this bald chief is tall and big, and he has a fight with the leopard head Du Chong. It shouldn't be easy for such a person to kill him, right? And you see that his pupils are dilated, and there don't seem to be any obvious scars on his body, he can't be scared to death, right? ”

Zhang Meng looked carefully at the bald face, and said after a while.

"It's a little close to Xiao Hei and Hui Zai when they died!"

Hua Rong nodded and said.

Now they are really in a dilemma, not only are they lost in their direction, but in the mountains, there seems to be a pair of invisible black hands hidden, slowly harvesting the lives of every intruder!

"Maybe we can wait for the miasma to subside before we leave? In this way, the compass should not be bad anymore. ”

Hua Rong asked with a frown.

"I can't say for sure, there are too many miasma outbreaks here, and I can't guarantee that the miasma in other places will also affect the compass." Laizi immediately shook his head and vetoed.

"The cage has come, the bald head is dead, and the hunt has begun."

Zhang Meng muttered about those radio waves, and the things on the radio waves have happened one after another, so what is going on with this hunt?

Is it the guardian of the mysterious Chiyou tomb who is coming to deal with us?

"Didi-Di

A cacophony suddenly came out of the silent woods, and the sound was particularly harsh.

Zhao San and Hua Rong were almost at the same time, they glanced at each other, and Zhao San said with some horror:

"It's the telegraph again!"

In the past two days, they have received an unknown number of telegrams, and now when they hear this voice, they are almost subconsciously startled.

"Did you bring the telegraph?"

Laizi's expression moved, and he asked a little nervously.

"Yes!"

Hua Rong took out a black box resembling a small or medium-sized radio from the package, and attached a radar-like object.

"Spread the radar and connect it to the treetops, and you should be able to pick up the signal......"

Hua Rong hesitated for a moment and said, the conditions for this kind of radar to receive signals are a bit harsh, and the higher the better in the woods.

He found a tree to climb up, fixed the radar at the top, and then jumped down and put on headphones to listen to the radio waves inside.

For about five minutes, Hua Rong frowned and took out a somewhat yellowed notebook, which recorded in detail the meaning of various long and short signals. He and Zhao San were more familiar, and after rummaging for a while, Hua Rong's face showed a bit of a ghost-like expression, and even looked at Zhao San's face a little unnatural.

Zhao San's body trembled, and a look of horror appeared on his face, but soon, he hid this look well.

"I said don't sell it, what does this signal say?"

"The last signal just now represents a person's name: Zhao San, which translates to mean that Zhao San is dead."

Hua Rong glanced at Zhao San and said a little unnaturally.

"I don't believe these things, my white horse Zhao San will die in this ghost place?"

Zhao San laughed at himself, but the smile was more like comforting himself.

Every telegram received by this telegraph machine is outrageously accurate. The deaths of the five people, Dayang, Xiao Hei, Hui Zai, and the bald chieftain, seemed to be verifying the accuracy of this radio wave, and this time, the death target of the radio wave was directed at Zhao San.

Zhang Meng felt a little frightened in his heart, although Zhao San was talking and laughing in front of him at the moment, he was very afraid that Zhao San would die in front of him like a bald head the next moment!

"Wait, don't worry, there's other radio waves, it seems like we haven't heard before."

Hua Rong frowned and said, he seemed to have received another radio wave.

The news translated this time is even more shocking:

Ye Jiu is dead!

Then, they received news of the death of two people in a row, one was a sick man and the other was a fat man.

After waiting for a long time, Hua Rong finally confirmed that he did not receive any more radio waves.

He climbed up the tree to retrieve the radar, but by this time almost everyone in the group had fallen into an eerie silence.

"Don't think about it so much, you can't help it if you really come."

The sick ghost said with a smile.

"No, I'm not going to let you die!"

Zhang Meng listened to the words of the sick ghost as if it was his last words, his eyes were a little red, and he clenched his fists and said word by word.

"Let's go, it's useless to stay here, it's better to find a way out of the earth! We carved a striking mark every time we walked, and then followed the height of the tree trunk, the trees in the old forest are generally high on the outside and short on the inside, and the shade outside will block the canopy inside, which is a general direction of identification. And looking at the dense canopy of the trees in the deep mountains and old forests, when we see the sun, it should also be the time when the sun rises to the highest, and we will walk like this now. ”

Zhao San thought about it and said a local method.

"Don't let your guard down, for if anyone wants to hunt us, it's in the old woods that they're the best time to do it. Two people one after the other, if there is any abnormal situation, call the police as soon as possible! ”

Zhao San is a veteran in this area, and he distributes it in an orderly manner.

After walking for more than an hour, a person suddenly appeared in front of everyone, sitting quietly on the stump.

The person's dress was a little familiar, but Zhao San didn't dare to go over, he shouted tentatively:

"Sawtooth?"

Unexpectedly, the man remained motionless and did not react at all.

"He's dead."

After a long time, Lai Zicai said in a deep voice.

He had been looking at the shoulder of the serrated tooth, but he had not been able to breathe at all, and it was clearly a dead man.

Zhang Meng and the others leaned over cautiously, sure enough, it was sawtooth, he was sitting on the stump, there was no blood on his face, it seemed that the blood on his body had been sucked dry!

His mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to say something. And his eyes were still open, this kind of dead and unsightly appearance made Zhang Meng and the others feel a cold feeling in their hearts.

This person, in order to get the bronze mask, lurked in southern Xinjiang for more than ten years, and gave up a qiē life, just for that illusory dream of making a fortune......

But now it's ending up like this, I'm afraid this is something that Sawtooth didn't expect at the beginning, right?

Zhang Meng was suddenly stunned, he clearly saw the skin on the forehead of the jagged tooth move just now, and that place happened to be the blood vessel where the pulse was beating.

"He's probably not dead yet!"

Zhang Meng screamed, and he was about to lie down and listen to whether the sawtooth still had a heartbeat!

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