The man was very light, barely weighty, like a cloud of dust whipped up by a breeze. There was no shadow around, and there was not a single sound, but Mizuno knew very well in his heart that he couldn't take such a noise lightly.

He knew where he was, where he was.

Mizuno glanced at the clearing in the forest. The clearing was dry and covered with moss, and in some places there were small unknown flowers with purple dots, and on one side of the clearing was a dense jungle pressed by black. When he got here, Mizuno saw that it was a fawn. It stands out against the woods, with its light-colored silhouette on a dark background. After a while, as if playing, it jumped, and its four thin feet immediately took off into the air, and it sped along the sandy road beside the woods. It ran so briskly, with four hooves that it seemed that it could fly straight into the blue sky and run into the gossamer white clouds if it wanted to.

Mizuno was relieved.

A deer is a deer and nothing else. It's time for him to go, or he'll not be able to catch up.

Towards noon, the sun's rays shone pale through the white clouds. There's no such hot power anymore. Mizuno shook off the leaves and gossamer on his body. However, curiosity made Mizuno stop again. Of course, a deer doesn't run around in the woods for no reason, and if someone frightens it, Mizuno wants to see who it is. It was precisely because Mizuno had this curiosity, and because he had studied in Qianguo and was proficient in the Qian Chinese dialect and writing, that Mizuno was transferred to the reconnaissance unit because of Saigo's Taoism.

"Probably they came back. However, it could also be raw, right? Mizuno secretly estimated in his heart, but he still didn't dare to take it lightly, so he took out the pistol.

Although it is an interpreter, it is possible to own and carry a pistol.

As a member of an Owari samurai family, he was supposed to bring his ancestral sword. But as a person who participated in the War of the Fall, he knew that in the face of firearms, no matter how good the knife skills were, it was useless. It was this time that he came to Moss Bay, and he brought only a revolver.

This revolver was made by the Fujian Shipyard Gun Institute of Qianguo, and was given to him by Lin Yizhe the last time he visited Lin Yizhe, the minister of affairs of Qianguo Mossy Bay, together with Yanagihara Maemitsu.

A flock of unnamed birds with colorful coats screamed in a frenzy. They only bark like this when there are dogs or hunters under the trees.

The birds were flapping their wings in the woods, jumping up and down on the branches, and calling loudly, these were strange birds, and when they heard their calls, Mizuno had a strange feeling. He felt that the birds he saw were a symbol of good luck, and they were harmful things (in fact, they were the ancestral spirit birds that the people of Moss Bay respected very much)!

A hunting dog appeared in front of him.

It was a local dog, wagging its drooping ears and squinting fiercely upwards from time to time, its big nose sniffing along the trail of the mountain road, as if rolling a ball. This is a big fat dog, not a good breed. The dog's left eye was surrounded by a circle of dark, dark patches, giving the dog a drunken look. The hound may not have been at ease all the time, and the pale yellow fur on its neck fell down, indicating that it was still on a leash not long ago.

The hound glanced in Mizuno's direction and ignored him. It sniffed the road, spread its four long legs, and followed the deer's trail. Mizuno waited a little longer to see if the hunter would show up, but it seemed that the hunter was hiding somewhere at the fork in the road waiting for the deer. He knew that if the dog wasn't chasing its prey on its own, there would be a hunter.

Mizuno watched with bated breath, and for a long time, the hunter did not appear.

The rich smell of grass and trees in the forest once again penetrated his nose, making him feel a deep sleepiness again, and he suddenly remembered something, and his heart could not help but tighten.

Before coming here, the report provided by the Americans on Moss Bay specifically mentioned that there was a terrible miasma in the jungle of Moss Bay. If a person breathes in this miasma, he will get all kinds of terrible diseases!

Although the report did not attract enough attention from the Japanese government and military, Mizuno read it with caution.

Mizuno shook his head, trying to keep himself awake, he turned his head to look around, trying to find a stream, and covered his mouth with a wet towel. But just as he was looking around, a series of gunshots suddenly rang out in the distance, and there were bursts of screams!

Mizuno was startled, and before he could understand what was happening, he only heard a "bang" gunshot, and he only felt that his chest was like a heavy hammer slamming, and his body instantly lost his strength and fell backwards to the ground.

His head hit the rocks on the ground, and Mizuno felt as if his surroundings had suddenly darkened, and the revolver in his hand fell off and fell to the side.

Mizuno turned his head and reached out to grab his pistol, when he noticed that not far away, there was a barefoot hunter.

The hunter in front of him was wearing a white cloth suit, a black and thin face, and a pair of eyes that were burning and shining. He was barefoot, with his shirt open on his chest, and a scimitar with a tassel pinned to his waist, but in his hand, he held a French rifle!

Seeing that the muzzle of the gun was still smoking, Mizuno realized that it was he who hit him.

The deer and hounds just now, maybe bait!

Mizuno stretched out his hand desperately and hooked the pistol that fell beside him, although the pistol was very close to him, no matter how his hand was extended, he still couldn't touch the pistol at all!

The hunter strode over and kicked his pistol to the side. He crouched down beside Mizuno and brought his face in front of Mizuno Mino.

Seeing the tattoo on his face, Mizuno was even more frightened, and he swooped down and picked up the revolver, but what he didn't expect was that before he could pull the trigger, the other handsome splitter snatched the pistol away!

The hunter sneered, reached out and began to untie Mizuno's belt and holster on it, apparently, he understood what a revolver was all about.

Mizuno felt blood gurgling in his chest, the strength in his body was disappearing sharply, and he suddenly felt an inexplicable cold.

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