The three of them were on the top of the Holy Son Mountain, and they had lived for nine days in the blink of an eye.

Late at night on the tenth day, Qian Lang woke up with urine, got out of the tent, and had to hold back just halfway through!

Because, he vaguely saw something approaching in the distance.

Since the entire snow area is pure white, it is connected to the sky covered by wind and snow. In this foggy environment, it seems that the shadow is floating.

However, Qian Lang didn't delve into what it was, just casually lifted his pants and went back to the tent to call the other two people. The two people who were originally in the tent saw Qian Lang open the tent curtain and came in in a panic.

Zhang Fan couldn't help but joke: "Didn't you hold back your urine?" Why did you come back so soon, could it be that it was frozen? ”

As soon as this sentence came out, it suppressed Qian Lang's anxious emotions just now, and Leng Xingyun, who realized that something was wrong, also relaxed a little because of this sentence.

Since they were waiting at the top of the mountain, "Hey I'll tell you what's the matter," Qian Lang said: "Don't talk about this, I just arrived at the back of the tent, and I saw a shadow coming this way." ”

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the tent suddenly became much more depressed. They fear that this will be an enemy who has come to steal flowers from them, or that it may be an animal that treats them as delicious food.

It's just that there is no time for them to delay this news, and waiting and discussing for no reason will only make them confused, and the three of them exchanged glances with each other, and after understanding what the other party meant, they took out their weapons.

Leng Xingyun was the first person to leave the tent, holding his weapon in his hand, the bronze dagger. Zhang Fan also got up from his sleeping bag, wrapped himself tightly in a big cotton jacket, and pulled out a switchblade that was the same as Qian Lang. They looked at each other for a moment, and immediately followed the man out.

The weather on the snowy mountains is never unpredictable, and if you have to find a pattern, then 90% of the time you will encounter bad weather.

By this time the three of them were already standing beside the tent, and they had already spotted the swaying shadow, and the wind that had been blowing carried snow slag like needles to their naked faces.

The dark shadow couldn't be seen clearly in the foggy environment, but the three of them could barely tell that it was supposed to be a person.

They slowly approached the figure, their eyes daring to take their eyes off their target, fearing that a shake could bring some other irreversible consequences.

Leng Xingyun still looked so calm, and walked over step by step steadily, and the tip of the dagger in his hand was also towards that person.

Zhang Fan and Qian Lang followed on either side of him, and also made an attacking gesture and walked towards the man, their vigilance raised to the highest point. The thousand-year-old red lotus is about to bloom, and any small mistake now may make all their previous efforts in vain.

The snow accumulated all year round has an annoying "crunch" sound every step you step on. Zhang Fan felt that his pants at his ankles were soaked with snow.

Qian Lang was fully armed because he ran out to go to the toilet before. Leng Xingyun is also the one who is going to keep vigil, and he is also fully equipped.

Only Zhang Fan was like a fool, he just turned out of his sleeping bag, and even forgot to put on the moisture-proof pants and followed.

"I'm really unlucky," he thought to himself, "I hope it's not a time-consuming thing." ”

They were already close to the figure, only about three meters away, and it was impossible to say that the man hadn't seen them yet.

The tension of the three of them almost reached its peak, Leng Xingyun raised his hand and brought the weapon to the position of his chest, with the blade facing outward.

"Stop."

He didn't even look back at the people on either side, and after saying that, one took a few steps forward.

The figure quickly rushed over, but fortunately, Leng Xingyun was in front of him, and one hand pinched the arm that the figure waved over.

If it was just an ordinary person, what happened next wouldn't have happened. Just when Leng Xingyun pinched that person's wrist, he felt that something was wrong, if it was a normal person, he would have cried out in pain when he was pinching this force and position.

And the two people who were not far away from here also clearly saw the abnormal skin color of that person.

The blue-gray skin color looks like a person who has been frozen to death, no matter how you look at it, it shouldn't appear here, this person who can still walk, at this time, even the most inexperienced people will realize that something is wrong, let alone them. The creature, which could still be called humanoid, had begun its second attack.

The other arm had already slashed at Leng Xingyun's face, and each of the man's fingernails was as long as a finger, and he subconsciously leaned back to dodge.

Based on their experience, the result of being hurt by this kind of thing must be troublesome. This creature seems to have not noticed the other two people, and has been attacking the person in front of them, and this behavior makes them instantly understand that this creature belongs to a living form that has no individual consciousness.

This kind of easy-to-deal monster was left to Leng Xingyun, and after dodging the attack again, he directly slashed at the neck of the humanoid monster with his dagger.

The skull fell to the snow with its hat on, and there wasn't even any blood coming out of the wound.

The rest of his torso twitched in place, his arms flailing violently, and finally his legs cramped and twisted on the ground.

"This thing should be dead." Qian Lang kicked the torso of the humanoid monster with his foot, muttering in his mouth.

Leng Xingyun watched his movements and said, "Maybe he can still jump." ”

This sentence made Qian Lang restrain a little, and took a step or two back directly, afraid that this thing would jump up and scratch him by scratching his paws while he was not paying attention.

Zhang Fan felt funny when he watched this scene, but he didn't expect that this figure was really just a little harassment that wasn't even a trouble.

"Let's go, let's take this guy back with us and study what the hell is going on." Zhang Fan said, and the three of them walked back with the monster together.

Qian Lang carried the upper body of this monster, Leng Xingyun carried the head in his hand, and Zhang Fan each carried a foot.

"Oh, I'll go, this thing is really heavy," Qian Lang tugged at the clothes on the two shoulders of the man, and even his voice was full of energy, "It's a shame that we didn't go far, or we put a rope on his feet between us and drag him back." ”

Zhang Fan asked, "Why, aren't you afraid that he will come back to life from behind you now?" ”

Even if he didn't turn his head to look at Qian Lang, he knew that the person was eager to slap him on the head.

"Hey, hey, I said you, don't keep learning from Leng Xingyun and making these nonsense jokes." The three of them carried the body back to the tent.

The body was placed in the middle of the tent, and the three of them sat around. Zhang Fan made the first move, first took it out of the corpse's clothes pocket, and fortunately he touched a piece of paper.

He took it out, and it was a yellowed piece of paper, and he could faintly see the large words "Expedition Team X" on the top of the paper.

"I mean, there's an expedition here? Isn't it a deserted place? Qian Lang said this question first, but the other two had not answered him, and the record book found in the backpack of this corpse answered their questions.