It was so quiet that you could even hear the trees growing. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info There are small bugs crawling in the distance, making a rustling sound when they touch the leaves.

The scrivener couldn't help but show a strange look on his face, "It's not normal here." He whispered.

Polgar became alert, "There is an ambush? She asked.

The scrivener shook his head, "No." There was a dead silence here, and it didn't look like there were people at all. ”

Only then did Polgar realize that the abnormality of the scrivener box meant that there might be no one on the mountain. But she didn't think so, the top of the mountain was so big, it was impossible for the scrivener box to detect and understand.

The two continued along the mountain road. The road under your feet can see obvious traces of artificial excavation, that is to say, there was no road, and someone forcibly carved out a road. Due to the perennial rain, the traces of excavation have become very blurred, and the steps have been washed flat by rain, turning into a concave and convex slope.

Go up more than ten meters to the top of the mountain. The trees were still thick, and the night seemed to be a dark ink. The huge space is still surprisingly quiet, and scattered gunshots can be heard on the plank road, but you can't hear it at all here. There was silence everywhere, and nothing could be heard except the sound of small insects crawling.

The scrivener's expression became more and more strange, his intuition could not be wrong, there was really no one here, at least within a radius of a few tens of meters.

Polgar has been on the battlefield for a long time, and her perception is also amazing, and she is also puzzled, why is it so depressed here? What about gunshots? Where did it go?

The two of them walked forward cautiously and slowly walked into the depths of the mountaintop. Only then did I find that the area at the top of the mountain was larger than expected, with flat terrain and lush vegetation. When one walks in, it is as if one has entered a primeval jungle.

"Dai, there's something strange here." Polgar said softly, also reminding the scrivener to be on guard.

The scrivener had a very bad premonition in his heart, and the forest was dull, as if it was surrounded by a thick dead air. There were no more gunshots, not even a single one. I heard it well on the plank road, and the sporadic gunshots on the top of the mountain never stopped. Why is it now gone?

Wow...... The mountain breeze blows, and the leaves crackle. The scrivener couldn't help but shudder, why is it a little cold? No, it's only the first half of the night, the heat hasn't completely dissipated, and even if the wind is strong at the top of the mountain, there shouldn't be a biting chill. He subconsciously touched the Colt pistol in his waist, and with it, he was a little more confident.

Wow...... Another gust of mountain wind blew. Bang Bang Bang ...... Countless small bugs fell on the trees. Some fell on the head and neck of the scrivener, and he quickly knocked them off with his hands. The small fluffy bugs are slightly smaller than their fingers, similar to those encountered on the mountainside. This mountain is supposed to be abundant with this bug.

Polgar was also in a hurry to knock out the little bugs on his body.

The night was dark, and the leaves obscured the starry sky, making it difficult to discern the direction. The two of them intuitively walked deeper into the woods, and the trees suddenly thinned out, and a white light appeared in front of them. A puddle of water appeared in front of him. The surface of the water shimmered white in the light of the stars.

Why is there a waterhole on such a high mountain? For this rather geographical issue, the scrivener did not pursue it too much, and neither did Polgar, they were not engaged in geography, and they did not have much interest in the formation of waterholes. What caught their attention was a faint green glow on the edge of the waterhole, which looked very eerie in the starlight, as if there were countless green fluorescent eyes twinkling.

Both of them stopped, although they were accustomed to life and death on the battlefield for a long time, but they also felt weak in the face of the mysterious fluorescence. The faint green fluorescence comes into view, very faint, very empty, very ethereal, as if it is not from this world. Although the fluorescence is faint, it gives a strong sense of oppression.

Polgar gestured at the scrivener, meaning to ask if he was still going forward?

The scrivener waved his hand, and he meant to stop there. This waterhole is too evil, and if you approach it, I am afraid that it will be dangerous. His enemy was a Japanese killer, nothing else.

The two of them stopped and thought about walking back. A gust of mountain wind blew, the leaves rattled, and countless small insects crackled and fell. The calm waterhole is hit by the mountain wind, setting off layers of waves that crash against the shore.

"Generation, those fluorescents are moving!" Polgar said slightly anxiously.

In fact, the scrivener box has also been seen, driven by the waves, green fluorescent patches surging towards the shore, like floating stars. After landing on the shore, the fluorescence moved slowly, spreading around the shore as the center.

The scrivener subconsciously clenched the "Colt" in his hand, and he really didn't know whether the bullet was lethal to these fluorescents.

Countless fluorescents are spreading, like the starry sky expanding. At first, the speed of "expansion" is not fast, but after a moment it accelerates abruptly, spreading rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The faint fluorescence seemed to have a special gravitational pull, and the scrivener and Polgar kept staring intently, forgetting to dodge. Patches of fluorescent light slowly pass under his feet, and the whole person seems to be in a brilliant galaxy, his body and mind are extremely calm, and his fear and surprise are replaced by numbness, falling into an ethereal illusion.

Bang, a sharp gunshot rang out, breaking the silence of the night. The two of them suddenly woke up from the illusion, and for the first time since entering the top of the mountain, they heard gunshots. There are glowing dots under your feet, everywhere.

The scrivener subconsciously wants to step away, the sound of gunfire means danger, and it cannot be so exposed for a long time. After lifting one foot, I realized that something was wrong, the ground was full of fluorescent, and there was no place to stay. He turned his head to look at the waterhole, countless fluorescents were still pouring out of the pool, dotted with stars, and there were fluorescences everywhere as far as the eye could see.

Rustle rustle...... There was a strange sound in the grass, and it was overwhelming, as if countless ghosts were howling. In fact, the sound has been there for a long time, but the scrivener box has just been noticed. "I really ran into a ghost today! Grandma's! He couldn't help but curse secretly. He reached out and grabbed Polgar's hand, meaning don't be stunned, let's go, this place is not like a good place.

The hand stretched out and grabbed the air, and Polgar was gone! The head of the scrivener buzzed, and the heart said that it was broken, what the hell! Polgar has always been by his side, a stone's throw away, so to speak, shoulder to shoulder, why is it suddenly gone? I don't know when I didn't have it, I didn't notice it at all.

Bang, there were gunshots nearby.

This time the scrivener box can't take care of so much, there are people on the top of the mountain, it's hard to say whether it's friend or foe, and it must be hidden as soon as possible. He walked out of his legs towards the thick trees, regardless of the fluorescent stuff beneath his feet. When people reach the moment of life and death, they are not afraid of anything.

One leg stepped out, and the other leg couldn't lift anything, and was grabbed by something. The scrivener jerked upward, trying to break free. That thing was so hard at grip that it didn't even break free. The scrivener was in a hurry, and the Colt pistol was about to fire at his feet, and when he looked down, it turned out to be Polgar. This American mother. They squatted down at some point, staring directly at the little fluorescent daze, and when they saw that the scrivener was leaving, they grabbed him.