"Should I come here?"

He asked himself, because the situation seemed a little too strange. Is there anyone in there? But he had never seen or heard the news of the withdrawal of the Yizhou army from his family, and they should have been in Dazhai all along, but the death-like silence of this Dazhai was like a group of tombs.

The water was dripping down his body, and he dragged his somewhat heavy body forward, pulling out a spear as if to lift the devil's veil. He wielded a sharp weapon made of iron all over his body. His heart was very excited, this was the first time he had held a weapon with his own hands. And this gun must have conquered countless battlefields and killed countless enemies, he thought so, as if he was thinking that this idea was absolute. Then he bent the corners of his mouth, and the soaked hair kept dropping water, and he didn't want to wipe the sewage off his face.

The heart was pounding, and every blood vessel was bulging with excitement. He placed the gun in his hand across the ground, then pulled out the second and third, and put them down. got up and faced the hellish and gloomy gate of Yan Yanjun, who no longer had any restraints. He mustered up his courage, and his two trembling hands gradually lowered it to the door, and he pushed hard against the two heavy panels. The door began to open a crack, slowly opening wider and wider, and as the air currents shuttled, the water particles in the mist hit the face, condensed into water droplets, and slid down. What he saw was a thicker fog, and the visibility was estimated to be only four feet away.

"God blessed." Praying in my heart, I stepped in. He kicked down a hard object, which flew and slammed into a brass bracer with a "dang" sound. The quiet surroundings were quickly overtaken by the pleasant sound that made its way through the twilight and crashed everywhere. He swallowed with a grunt, his heart uneasy. Nervously looking down, he saw that what he had just kicked down was a helmet, and on the ground in front of him was a piece of armor that was thrown at random, from bracers to helmets to ...... The armor that was separated by the front and rear armor pieces, and, to point the point, was covered in heavy blood. He couldn't help but feel a chill in his back, and the cold air rushed to the back of his head.

He shuddered, this was supposed to be a person's equipment, apparently he was killed, but what about the corpse? He took two steps closer, crouched down, and looked closely, realizing that there was still something resembling an ear on his breastplate. With a trembling hand, he reached over and twisted the flesh with two fingers to see that it was a half-bitten left ear, to be exact. His breathing became disjointed. There seemed to be a lot of cloth left behind by the shredding of clothes in the distance. He threw away the piece of meat in his hand and slowly stood up, blood rushing to the Heavenly Spirit Gai.

Looking at the fog-shrouded tent, he wondered if he should move on. He was convinced that something must have happened here.

"It should have been a sneak attack by Pang Tongjun, and then the corpse was eaten by birds, beasts, and insects, so this incident has happened for a few days." He thought to himself.

He turned around and picked up an iron gun, his hands clenched across his chest.

"You're the man who wants to gallop the field." He lowered his voice to cheer himself up. He walked in unison, seemingly led by curiosity and stubborn thoughts. He thinks that just running away is the act of a coward. He walked into the fog and saw the tall white tent. And...... He was almost suffocating, it was a white bone, and it seemed that some kind of wild beast had eaten a lot of its prey there. And judging by the shape of the skull and other bones, it is human bone.

He exhaled a white mist, his brow furrowed, and his nerves were highly tense.

He walked between the tents, surrounded by toppled braziers, and messy armor, armor, all over the place, some of which were obviously soaked with torn clothes, and submerged in the muddy water. He walked step by step, and he walked everywhere. There were tents everywhere.

He stopped and found on his left the completely dumped tent, covered in blood, with a trail extending from the tent to the ground. The rain washed away the blood from the ground, but there were still helmets and other parts of armor that had been distorted by the force. Then he tilted his head to get a closer look at what was embedded in the dirt, a fragment of a white skull.

"Click!"

An instant creepy voice sounded. The sound of quickly sinking into the fog came from ahead, but it should have been a road, a road with tents on both sides. This sound is only made when an object steps on a muddy ground.

"There is a wrong, there is a debtor......" he said silently, his hands clenched the gun in his hand, although the temperature was relatively low, his palms were warm sweat, full of hands. He felt his throat dry and couldn't help but cough. He was even more nervous, and the sound gave him a sense of fear of being exposed to the enemy's sight.

"Whew!"

In the quiet Dazhai, a roar broke through the water-filled space, covering the earth and soaring into the sky. Trembling Chen Luo's eardrums.

The man, soaked in fear, in the thick fog, armed with an iron spear, froze his knees and trembled his arms. He regretted it, how good it would have been if he hadn't come in. It was his own hand that dragged his head and fell into the quagmire, deep in the depths, even his body was unable to move because of fear and confusion, it seemed that the position he had to stand was safe, and any step to the left and right, back and forth would be fatal, and in the surrounding space, there must be a devil in the fog beyond the sight distance.

Looking for him, if he goes the wrong way, or makes a noise that he shouldn't have, he will be torn apart. His mind was full of scattered armor and torn clothes, as well as collapsed blood-stained tents.

His body stopped trembling, and his body began to tense his muscles due to the tension of standing, and those who were sore after slackening down were unable to stand steadily. It's just that this slackening process has been going on for half an hour, and nothing has happened. There was no other sound, no imaginary devil who made a terrifying sound. But this day is too weird, the mist is still so thick, it looks like it will rain soon.

He took a deep breath and turned around slowly, staring at the corner of his eye with his pupils to the left, as if some suspicious guy was following behind him, ready to strike him a fatal blow. In the mountains, wolves will pounce on people from behind and crush people's necks, which is a deadly attack, and it may be possible at this moment. These strange and terrifying thoughts began to run at high speed in my mind again. He was on the verge of collapse, his scalp was tingling to the point that he had no sense of touch, and he could not feel the weight or coolness of the silver beads that were gathering and lying heavily on his hair. It was a drop of cold sweat that slashed from his forehead to the upper eyelid of his left eye and attacked the eyeball. He closed his eyes, tilted his head, and wiped his eyes from the cloth on his left shoulder.

He walked down the main road towards the gate, a straight dirt road leading to the exit. Step by step, everything is still going well, and the things around me have not changed. The strange cry did not sound, but the stone in his heart was heavy. He looked left and right, and everything was still as it had just been. He mustered up the courage to step out and ran like crazy.

"Huh?!"

He stopped screaming, his head still there, his will still there. But the sudden and fatal fear was the bare object that appeared in front of me. There was absolutely no such thing on the road just now, and his feet trembled, and the spear in his hand pointed forward. He took a step and was able to see the object more clearly.

It was a strong man, **** his body, his upper body leaned forward, and he knelt with his hands pressed on the ground.

"Damn, fight!"

I shouted in my heart. Two more steps forward. He was sure that the man with black hair falling to the ground was still alive, that chest heaving movement was breathing, that heartbeat, that pulse was beating, that he still had the functions of a living creature all over his body. This made Chen Luo breathe a sigh of relief. If it's a living person, then you can still communicate. Even if he is a vicious person, he is bare-handed. And he tightened his grip on the weapon.

He asked hatefully, "Who are you and why are you here?" It seems that all the fears, humiliations, and deep complaints against myself just now are all blamed on this shameless man in broad daylight. The part of the **** man's body that touches the earth is in the mud, and many places are covered with mud. God helps, otherwise this filthy creature would be covered in dirt. He thought so, and then asked angrily at this man who was rude, ignored him at all, and kept the movement of this seemingly bereaved dog: "Tell me quickly, what is your name and why are you here?" ”

The man's body shuddered. Chen Luo's body muscles tightened, as if he was intimidated by the man who had suddenly destroyed the harmonious space. He was outraged that what he called courage was useless in today's waste.

"You guy!"

For some reason, he raised his spear, and then he decided to scare the exhibitionist. His spear should have grazed the top of the man's neck, as he thought. The gun stabbed as the body moved.

The sturdy arm moved quickly, and the five fingers of the left hand and the flexible palm surface held the iron spear with unmistakable accuracy. Chen Luo was shocked, his hands were strong, but he couldn't move. With just one hand, the man had wiped out the strength of both of his arms. What a formidable power, it seemed to erupt like a volcano in this man's body.