Relying on the compass in my hand, I walked around with the fat man for a long time, and finally came to the edge of the woodland.

Walking here, the road under your feet has become relatively flat, and you can vaguely see the camp ahead through the dense tree trunks and weeds in front of you.

I was a little surprised to find out that our camp was so close to the forest.

Although it is close, due to its location on the edge of a hillside, the view is somewhat limited, and only the camp can be seen, and the village behind the camp and the beach in front of it are not visible.

The camp was quiet, as if everyone hadn't come back yet.

The campfire had been extinguished, and the firewood was red with white ash around the edges. After losing the blowing Buddha of the sea breeze, it turned into a cloud of green smoke, faint, straight to the sky under the twilight.

Tied to a coconut tree, the flower messenger was looking around boredly, shaking his body from time to time, as if trying to break free.

Although this guy is suspicious, not only did he not eat breakfast today, but he even forgot to give him water. It's inhumane, the temperature on the island is high, and dehydration can be a problem.

I was thinking about it, and was about to continue in the direction of the camp, when the fat man suddenly grabbed me. He put a finger to his lips and made a silent gesture.

I don't know what kind of play the fat man did, but seeing that he looked nervous, I knew that it shouldn't be a joke with me, so I hid behind a big tree with him.

"There's someone up ahead!" The fat man whispered close to my ear.

Looking in the direction of his finger, sure enough, about ten meters in front of us, a strange rock more than half a meter high appeared, and under this strange stone, there were indeed two people lying on their stomachs!

I was a little nervous and a little excited. These two men had their backs to us and were looking in the direction of our camp.

Although they are only backs, their human form and dress are obviously different from those in the group, and they are definitely not our companions.

I saw that both of them were wearing straw hats on their heads, and their bare feet were not wearing beach shoes, but shoes woven with straw rope.

The excellent vision brought by the Eye of the Earth allowed me to clearly observe that these two men were short, thin, with tanned skin and tattoos on the back of their necks, which looked like fish or dragons.

This image is similar to the boatmen we have seen at the docks.

Tattoos are available to almost everyone for fishermen who beg for a living in the sea. Most of the patterns are related to the ocean, such as dragons, fish, boats, etc., and are mostly tattooed on the chest and back.

On the one hand, this is due to faith, but also a good wish.

It is said that the dragons tattooed by the fishermen are called "dragons who go out to sea", the fish are called "wave-breaking fish", and the sails on the boats are also called "return sails", which means that they can return safely every time they sail.

Since we found them from behind, the two of them were apparently unaware of the presence of me and the fat man.

Under our close watch, we saw that the two of them exchanged ears, and one of them actually took a swarthy thing from his body and put it to his mouth.

His movements were so fast that I didn't see them clearly for a while, but I felt that the thing was about twenty centimeters long, slender, and gave the impression of a piccolo.

Then, I saw the man who put the flute horizontally to his mouth, as if he had blown into it......

With an almost imperceptible sound of breaking the sky, and then looking at the flower messenger in the distance, the gagged mouth whimpered, and soon stopped from the continuous struggle, and the head shook and drooped, not moving.

I was horrified, and instantly understood what this black piccolo was.

It's not a flute, it's a blowpipe!

The blowpipe is not a wind instrument, but a hidden instrument.

In countless martial arts, all descriptions related to hidden weapons can basically be found. Although descriptions vary, they are all tubular in shape, hollow in the middle, with grooves inside, that use air currents to fire poison needles.

Modern society is highly developed, and it is difficult to see the figure of the blowpipe again, but it has a long history, almost at the same time as the bow and arrow necessary for hunting and warfare in the cold weapon era, and the function is basically the same.

Not only in China, but also in many historical national and national historical documents and murals, there are clear records, which can be said to have a long history.

No wonder the Yanbian people who took the lead in pursuit last night would disappear in the village without realizing it, and he was most likely poisoned by this kind of secret weapon! And these two people who secretly attacked were undoubtedly the mysterious people who approached the camp last night!

Seeing that the flower protector was tricked, the mysterious man hiding under the strange rock began to act. The two of them, like ghosts, ran quickly towards our camp under the cover of dusk.

The fat man and I were worried about the safety of the flower messenger, and we were afraid of alarming the mysterious person, so we cautiously followed behind the two.

In the blink of an eye, the two mysterious men surrounded the coconut tree, and in a flash of cold light, one of them took out a sharp knife from his bosom and cut the rope that bound the flower messenger, apparently trying to take him away.

This kind of once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I and the fat man will naturally not miss it. Taking advantage of the gap between them to untie the ropes, they shouted loudly, killed from the shadows, and rushed straight up one by one with a clear goal.

We appeared out of nowhere and killed two mysterious people by surprise. They were stunned for a moment, and then they didn't care about the flower messenger, and they both ran away.

Where is there such a cheap thing? The fat man and I had far more physical skills than ordinary people, and we had a clear goal, like a hungry tiger pounced on food, and quickly pounced the two of us on the beach.

I saw that these two men were mediocre in appearance, similar to the fishermen I had seen on the docks, and the boatman who drove us to the island, and they looked like local people or people nearby.

Seeing that they couldn't get out, the two of them had fierce faces on their faces. The guy I threw to the ground did not hesitate, slammed forward twice on the beach, turned quickly, and stabbed the sharp knife in my hand at my face......

Don't look at his sharp knife, but this method is really not very good, obviously has no kung fu foundation, just like a street hooligan.

As a closed-door old disciple of the master and a brother of heaven and earth, I have passed countless lives and deaths, where can I be afraid of a knife?

Immediately reached out and grabbed his wrist holding the knife with a "snap", and with five fingers, the guy howled miserably, and the sharp knife was taken off.

As the knife came out of my hand, my other hand was raised instantly, and a big-eared melon seed wrapped in the sound of the wind slapped him in the face, which immediately slapped this guy so that the corners of his mouth were bloody, and his eyes were full of gold stars.

The fat man in the compartment also fought with another mysterious person in a blink of an eye, and he also had the upper hand, and controlled it three times and five times.