"Whether it's related or not, we'll know later." Song Qing put his hands in his pockets, closed his eyes and replied with his divine sense.

"...... later," No. 2 frowned when he heard her say this, a little dissatisfied with her answer, but he also knew that he might not be able to extract anything useful from her mouth.

After Song Qingxiao closed her eyes, she was completely sleepy.

In her undried pocket, she rubbed her fingertips into the waterproof bag in her pocket, which contained a folded letter, which she had searched from the skeleton in the cabin, but because the trialists then broke in and were chased by the hideous-looking giant spiders, she never had a chance to open it.

Of course, this was not a good time to take out the letter, even if she closed her eyes, her divine sense could feel that many people with bows were paying attention to a few trialists, and the slightest disturbance would probably attract their attention.

For some reason, Song Qingxiao always felt that this letter was a key.

She rolled over, her body rubbing against the thin couch on the floor to make a 'Sisuo' sound, and rearranged a few key points since entering the trial scene.

From the giant ship sandwiched in the middle of the canyon, to the terrifying giant spider after the suspected human mutation, to the group of humans who are chasing the lost city.

The bow-wielding man at the head said that the former inhabitants of this lost city were tall, strong, and invincible, and that during that time they had built extremely powerful cities and became a fearsome race.

But when civilization flourished, such a race was wiped out, in the words of the bow-wielding man, it was cursed by the gods, not to mention the destruction of the entire race, and at the same time, the city also fell into the sea and disappeared without a trace.

The man with the bow said that the cage created by the lord god of this city must be trapped in the source of 'sin'.

Maybe the source of this evil is closely related to the destruction of the Lost City, but unfortunately when she asked, the man with the bow turned his face and didn't say anything.

It was possible that her guess had hit a certain part of the truth, which made him angry.

If her guess was correct, if those giant spiders were indeed once alienated by parasitic humans, could the culprit that led to the destruction of the Lost City be the source of the infection?

If all the bow-wielding people were infected, then what was the purpose of forcibly taking their group away?

While Song Qingxiao was thinking about things in her heart, No. 1 and the others couldn't sleep.

His body was like a pancake on a hot pan, and he had turned over several times.

The silence in the stone house was unusual, and with everyone consciously reining in their breathing, every time he moved his clothes and rubbed against the ground, there was a 'rustling' sound.

After two times, the man with the bow was very unhappy, and he held the longbow and slammed it to the ground vigorously:

"No more movement!"

At this moment, he seemed to have completely torn off his previous hypocrisy, and his tone became authoritarian and authoritarian:

"No more sounds!"

His gaze patrolled the pretending trialists:

"No more questions! Three hours later, we were on our way. ”

After the man said no to it three times in a row, the stone house was quiet again, and except for the occasional fire, which made a loud noise, a pin drop could be heard inside.

With the mission unclear, the Trialists did not compete with him for the time being.

This night is destined to be a sleepless night for the trialists!

There are many dangers around them, and the mission is unknown, and No. 1 and the others can't sleep.

Song Qingxiao closed his eyes and cultivated with confidence.

With the silver wolf on her side, it was difficult for ordinary people to sneak up on her.

What's more, the more dangerous the situation, the more we should recuperate, retain our spirits, and there may be a vicious fight tomorrow!

A few hours later, a hazy light appeared on the horizon, and the group was ready to leave.

"Get up." The man led by him shouted coldly, and Song Qingxiao, who had not slept all night, opened her eyes, and a circle of dark light flickered around her pupils, and then disappeared.

No. 1 and the others also pretended to have just woken up, and got up busily.

They looked rather embarrassed, and after hiding in the river last night, they walked all the way through the dungeon, covered with sand and dust, and lay down in the sand for half the night, a lot of sand on top of their clothes, as if they were wearing a piece of armor when they dried.

Song Qingxiao slapped his dry clothes, and the sand 'brushed' fell down like snow.

The silver wolf opened its mouth and yawned, revealing its sharp white fangs, which frightened the others into retreating, revealing a nervous look.

The bow-wielding man at the head looked coldly at the few people who were patting his body, frowned impatiently, and after two slaps, No. 1 asked:

"Dude, where are we going?"

After Song Qing completely angered him last night, he didn't have a good face for No. 1:

"You'll know when you get there."

At this time, he refused to disclose any news, No. 1 touched the ash of his nose, a trace of danger flashed in his eyes, and then he pretended to have a helpless look, smiled bitterly twice, and after glancing at Song Qingxiao, he shrugged his shoulders and let out a sigh.

"But before you leave, hand over what you're on." After the man said this, he didn't wait for the trialist to reply, and shook his chin at the people around him.

Several men with bows stood up, and from this posture it looked as if they were about to search their bodies.

As soon as No. 1 moved, the man said:

"I urge you to cooperate." As he spoke, the rest of the men drew their bows and stepped back, aiming at a few of the trialists.

Several people stepped forward with cold faces and began to grope for No. 1 and the others.

A man's hands quickly slid between Song Qing's little arms, and then touched down from the sides of her long legs, and after confirming that there were no hidden weapons in her arms and thighs, he motioned for her to raise her arms, reached out and patted her waist.

"Huh?" Under this beat, he seemed to sense the sound of the waterproof bag rubbing against the clothes, and wanted to reach into her purse to get it.

But the moment his fingers touched Song Qingxiao's clothes, his wrist was grabbed by a pair of white and slender palms.

The fingers were slender and seemed to be weak, but no matter how much the man struggled, he couldn't break free.

The man raised his head in surprise, his eyes were right on Song Qingxiao, she was smiling, but the smile didn't reach her eyes, and for some reason, the look made the man tremble.

"Let it go!"

He didn't say it, but it came out of the mouth of the bow-wielding man behind him.

"Let it go!" The man who was grabbed by Song Qingxiao's wrist also came back to his senses, let out a loud roar, and forcefully retracted his arm.

But as soon as he moved, Song Qingxiao tightened her palm in an instant, and her fingers were like steel and iron claws, pinching the man's bones to a 'gurgling' sound, making the man's forehead suddenly dripp with beads of sweat, and his face was distorted in pain.

Her pinch seemed to be useless, but it almost broke the man's wrist bones.

Under the great pain, the man's upper body tilted, and his mouth opened wide to let out a wail.

"I'll let you go!" The man with the bow didn't expect such a situation to happen, he was suddenly angry, and with a wave of his hand, several other people were about to pounce on Song Qingxiao, only to see a flash of silver light, and in the wind, a behemoth rushed towards the man headed by him at a lightning speed, and hit the man's chest with a 'bang'.

Under this terrifying force, the man was pounced on before he could react, and after sliding backwards a few steps involuntarily, he knocked a few people with bows away, and was suppressed to the bottom in a whirlwind!

When the man was terrified and tried to pick up his broken bones, a huge force pressed against his shoulder, forcing him to fall back into the sand with a 'bang' after he had just lifted his back.