"Wang, if you have a plan, it's fine."

The Miao chief shook his head, and the tall man next to him lifted the tent and walked out.

"I said fatty, what did Laizi tell you just now?"

In another tent, Zhang Meng couldn't wait to ask as soon as he entered.

"Whatever, he didn't say anything!"

The fat man has a question mark on his head.

"Why didn't you say it, didn't you just hold your chest to reassure me, damn this isn't a signal from Laizi?"

Zhang Meng was dumbfounded, and he hurriedly asked.

"I mean 10 million! You're such an interesting person, in the words of a monk, you're really understanding! The fat man suddenly realized, and he fell on the ground and laughed wildly.

Zhang Meng's face turned black as soon as he brushed it, just now he saw the fat man slapping his eyes, it turned out that the fuck was actually talking about 10 million?

Zhang Meng almost felt like crying without tears, now that he is in the den of thieves, he can't regret it, Zhao San's sick ghost and Ye Jiu have all been separated.

Looking at the fat man who was still happy, if it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't beat him, Zhang Meng really wanted to press the fat man to the ground and jerk him.

"Okay, okay, don't laugh, Ah Meng, I'll tell you something strict! In this operation, you must not count on Laizi. If I'm in danger, he might pull me along, but with your friendship, he won't care if something goes wrong. This guy will never put himself in danger, Fat Man wants to remind you! ”

The fat man restrained his smile, and his expression became stern.

"Hmm."

Zhang Meng nodded, his expression was a little complicated. Originally, he thought that it was a good thing to have Yoriko, but now it seems that the situation is not as optimistic as he imagined.

"Hurry up and go to sleep, it's all come to this point, don't think about these haves and don'ts, it's the last word to raise your energy!"

Zhang Meng said to the fat man.

The fat man scratched his head and lay down, and it must be said that sleeping in a tent was much more comfortable than nesting in a sleeping bag.

The bumps along the way, Zhang Meng was already exhausted, lying in the tent and turning over two laps before falling asleep, this time Zhang Meng slept extremely sweetly, and even the thunderous snoring of the fat man was unaware.

When Zhang Meng woke up again, he woke up with a burst of urine.

Zhang Meng turned around a few times, but after all, he still couldn't hold back the pee, he got up and squinted sleepily for a while, and then he woke up a little.

Zhang Meng was just about to lift the tent door, but one hand pressed his mouth!

Zhang Meng was so frightened that he almost had a myocardial infarction, and before he could react, the fat man's faint voice buzzed in from his ears.

"Someone ...... outside the door"

There was a bonfire burning outside, but it was a bit far away from their tent, so only a blurry image could be seen at the moment. Zhang Meng stared at the tent cloth carefully, and sure enough, he saw a vague figure squatting there.

There was no fire in the tent, and Zhang Meng was not worried that their movements would be discovered.

He stiffened and slowly approached the fat man's ear, and asked softly, "How long has this man been there?" ”

"At least for an hour, I just remembered to pee and saw him crouching outside, I don't know who it was." The fat man said.

"Is it the Jagged Man?" Zhang Meng asked.

"Definitely not, there's only one sentry here, who would run here to squat in the pit......" The fat man pouted.

The communication between the two was extremely quiet, and Zhang Meng and the fat man suppressed their voices very tacitly, for fear of alarming the things outside the tent.

Suddenly, the fat man's body trembled, and Zhang Meng quickly turned his head to look, and their door cloth didn't know when it had been cut.

Outside, a pair of blood-red eyes were staring straight at them, and the other party's face was actually full of flesh.

Blood trickled down that face, terrifying as a ghost!

"Mom, don't come here!"

The fat man screamed like a woman, and his body squeezed back desperately, squeezing the tent so much that it almost collapsed.

Originally, Zhang Meng's reaction was similar to that of a fat man, but when he called the fat man like this, he suppressed that fear. Zhang Meng looked at the face carefully through Zhang Meng, and soon found that the other party was the Miao guide in the team!

The Miao guide grinned, and his blood-covered expression looked particularly weird.

He spoke a lot of Miao language, and the louder he spoke, he looked like a madman.

Outside the tent, there was already a sound of pulling the bolt, and the people in several tents around discovered the movement here and rushed over.

Zhang Meng hurriedly ripped open the tent and walked out with the fat man.

Outside the door, the Miao guide named Zamuxi was yelling like a madman at the moment, as if a ghost had come up. Even the tall bald Miao chieftain couldn't hold him down, but was almost pushed down by him, startling everyone.

Seeing this, Eagle Hooknose hurried over to help hold down this Zamuxi.

"Brother Hua Rong, what is this guy shouting?"

The Miao guide was repeating a Miao language from beginning to end, and Zhang Meng saw Hua Rong walking to his side, and hurriedly asked.

"You're all going to die......," Hua Rong said with a frown.

Zhang Meng's heart suddenly, he suddenly remembered: When drinking, Sawtooth once revealed that this Miao guide was a descendant who had guarded the tomb of Chiyou for generations, and it took a lot of effort to catch it, so now he is acting? Or is it implying something? Stop everyone from looking for that mysterious tomb?

"Feed me the medicine and increase the dose!"

Sawtooth said with squinted eyes.

Seeing that Zamuxi was still struggling frantically, the hooked nose seemed to be angry, and he grabbed Zamuxi's throat fiercely, and immediately choked Zamuxi's voice.

The blood on Zamuxi's face receded suddenly, and the whites of his eyes actually rolled out.

Zhang Meng was shocked when he saw it, and he shouted loudly: "You are crazy, you will strangle him to death!" ”

Eagle hook nose also ignored Zhang Meng, he poured a few bottles of medicine in his hand, slapped the medicine into Zamuxi's mouth, and then pushed Zamuxi's stomach with his knees, and then threw Zamuxi, who was paralyzed, to the ground.

Zhang Meng saw the blackened handprint on Zamuxi's throat, and his heart felt a little cold. The fierceness of this hooked nose was completely beyond his expectations, if this hand fell on him, I am afraid that the gods would not be able to save him......

"It seems like this guide didn't come of his own free will?"

Zhang Meng asked with a frown at the sawtooth.

"It doesn't matter what is voluntary or not, the important thing is that he comes, right?" Sawtooth said with a blank face.

"Eagle Hooknose, you assign a task, from today onwards, there must be someone who sleeps with Zamusi during the break, and supervises his situation at all times, so as not to let him get sick again......"

Then Sawtooth burrowed into the tent as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Meng wanted to say something, but was pulled off.

He turned around, it was Zhao San.

Zhao San shook his head at Zhang Meng with a stern expression, signaling Zhang Meng not to meddle in his affairs. Zhao San could feel that these people were real bandits, completely murderous without blinking, this feeling was too familiar, when he was crisscrossing the old Beijing City, he often encountered this kind of person.

Zhang Meng sighed secretly, his expression was a little complicated, the complexity of this team was completely beyond his imagination. He regrets it a little now, and on the premise of not guaranteeing anything, he rashly boarded the team of sawtooth, not knowing whether it was right or wrong.

"Uncle Ghost, go and help deal with it!"

Seeing that the wound on the face of the Miao guide was still bleeding, Zhang Meng hesitated for a moment before speaking.

The sick man nodded, he opened his first aid kit and wiped the blood from Zamusi's face with an alcohol swab.

I don't know if it's the drug, Zamuxi was dizzy at the moment, but kept repeating the previous Miao language.

"Huh? Ah Meng, you all come and have a look! The sick ghost's face suddenly changed, and he shouted loudly.

Zhang Meng hurriedly walked up and suddenly gasped, the wound on the face of the Miao guide was actually dug out with a dagger, and the word 'death' was actually written in Chinese characters.

"Doesn't he know Chinese?"

The fat man asked with a frown.