The reason why Leng Xingyun was so nervous was because if the route was not deviated, he was in front of Zhang Fan and them, and the human-faced bird was attacking from behind, which meant that they were very likely to encounter the human-faced bird.

In such foggy weather with little to no visibility, they have no keen sense of hearing, nor do they have the agility to dodge or deal with attacks from human-faced birds.

Although Qian Lang's kung fu is good, I'm afraid he is already difficult to protect himself, how can he protect Zhang Fan?

So, Leng Xingyun cut his palm again, and while spilling blood on the human-faced bird in the low air, he ran back in the direction of his memory with slippery steps.

During this period, he slipped and got up many times and continued to run, cutting his palm many times in order to avoid being blocked and attacked by the human-faced bird......

When he felt that the place where he was separated from Zhang Fan was not far away, he shouted the names of the two.

However, the duo did not respond.

Leng Xingyun ran for a while, not sure if he had overrun, so he stopped and continued to shout the names of the two, but there was still no response.

In Leng Xingyun's heart, he suddenly had an ominous premonition!

When he heard the sound of the human-faced bird surrounding him, he became angry, cut his palm again, and then slaughtered according to the direction of the human-faced bird's voice!

The razor-sharp dagger slashed or slashed horizontally, or stabbed with a feroze......

Although during this period, Leng Xingyun, who was fighting alone in a group, could not avoid being pecked a few times by the human face bird and scratched a few places, and the wounds were not big or small, but Leng Xingyun couldn't take care of those at all.

It wasn't until he could no longer hear the birds, apparently killed them all, that he continued to call out their names......

"Cold, cold nebula, I ...... Over here! ”

"Where?" Leng Xingyun heard Qian Lang's faint voice, so he searched for it.

"Do you hear where I am?" Qian Lang's words made Leng Xingyun completely find his position.

"What about Zhang Fan?" Leng Xingyun slid step by step and staggered to Qian Lang, squatted down and touched Qian Lang.

Qian Lang was lying in the snow, with a slightly slimy liquid on his legs, body, and arms, which was blood!

"You were scratched by the human face bird, but fortunately, the wound is not deep, it is not critical, and it will be fine after a few days of rest." Then, Leng Xingyun asked, "Where did Zhang Fan go?" ”

"Zhang, Zhang Fan...... He ......" Qian Lang sighed in annoyance: "It's all my fault!" Didn't take good care of him! ”

"What's going on?" Leng Xingyun nervously asked, "What happened to him?" ”

Qian Lang sniffed as if he was sobbing, and explained in detail what happened after Leng Xingyun left......

At that time, after Leng Xingyun's back disappeared in front of them, they took off their equipment bags, took out some things, and then sat on the equipment bags.

In order to avoid the cold and keep warm, Qian Lang took out his large long down jacket, draped it on his body with Zhang Fan, and used light energy to keep warm from the stove, sharing a game console.

Originally, the two of them were quite playful until they heard the sound of birds.

"There is still a lot of fog on this cold snowy mountain, how can there be birds?" Zhang Fan asked in confusion.

"Who knows?" Qian Lang said disapprerovingly: "Originally, the Shuangsheng Mountain was strange to break the conventions of human cognition, so what birds will be here, it is not really a rare thing!" ”

Although Zhang Fan also felt that what Qian Lang said was reasonable, he was still a little uneasy, and looked at the place where the bird's call came from with the binocular.

I don't know if I don't see this, but I scared Zhang Fan a lot when I saw it!

"Oh, I'll go!" Zhang Fan was so frightened that he threw the telescope in Qian Lang's arms.

"What did you see that scared you like this?" Qian Lang smiled disappreciably, picked up the binoculars and looked: "! Bedroom|GrooveBedroom|Groove! Who's the day? Otherwise, how could this bird's face look like a human face? ”

Both of them saw that several of them were about half a man tall, with long faces with eyebrows, eyes, and eyelashes, and their noses and mouths were too human-like!

"I remember, as if I had seen this form of bird in an illustrated book of mythological stories." Zhang Fan searched hard in his memory, and then exclaimed: "I remembered, it's called 'Human-faced Bird'!" ”

"Human-faced birds?" Qian Lang hurriedly asked, "What is it?" ”

"It's too late to explain, so let's fight!" Zhang Fan stood up abruptly and pulled out the switchblade: "If I die, you are still alive, tell Leng Xingyun for me, please ask him to help me find the thousand-year-old red lotus and complete this transaction with the mysterious person!" ”

"You die with a hammer!" Qian Lang stood up and scolded: "What the hell are you talking nonsense? The human-faced bird just looks a little amazing, not so scary, right? ”

"The ferocious bird in myths and legends has appeared in reality, do you think it can not be terrifying?"

As soon as Zhang Fan's words fell, several human-faced birds had swooped towards them.

Because at this time, the visibility had blinded the two of them, so Qian Lang didn't see what was going on at all, only knew that Zhang Fan seemed to have hit something with a switchblade, and then heard Zhang Fan screaming and falling into the snow.

Immediately afterwards, Qian Lang was attacked by a human-faced bird, pecked and scratched in many places, and also fell to the ground.

"Zhang Fan? Zhang Fan! Where are you? Is it badly hurt? ”

Qian Lang didn't hear Zhang Fan's answer, so he lay on the ground and groped around with both hands, but he didn't touch Zhang Fan for a while.

"Zhang Fan! Where are you? Speak! ”

Qian Lang still didn't hear Zhang Fan's answer.

After that, Qian Lang lost consciousness.

"That's right! Have you met a human-faced bird? Qian Lang asked.

"Hmm." Leng Xingyun said coldly: "The batch that came was all killed by me!" ”

"That's good." Qian Lang breathed a sigh of relief.

"So, Zhang Fan is missing again?" Leng Xingyun asked.

Qian Lang sighed, unable to answer this question.

Leng Xingyun was also silent.

After a while, the fog was dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Leng Xingyun helped Qian Lang take medicine to tie up his wounds, and then went to find Zhang Fan.

"Wait!" Qian Lang stopped Leng Xingyun, who had only walked a few steps, and raised his hand to the slope on the right: "That, that's ...... Zhang Fan's ......"

Leng Xingyun looked at it, a blue palm-sized game console, lying quietly on the edge of the trench under the slope.

He hurriedly ran to pick up the game console, looked at the endless snow line, and shouted a few times: "Zhang Fan! ……”

However, it was only his own echo that answered him.

"Shhh Qian Lang hurriedly grabbed Leng Xingyun's arm and lowered his voice: "Your old man is quiet!" It's not just you who is worried about Zhang Fan, but if you want to yell like you, it will cause an avalanche after a while.

I believe that Zhang Fan is still alive, but he may be injured and where he will hide, but once an avalanche occurs at this time, I am afraid that Zhang Fan's life will be difficult to say. ”

Leng Xingyun looked at the snow in front of him without Zhang Fan's footprints, and sighed helplessly: "What happened to him?" Where did you go? It's not snowing, so how can you not even find a footprint? ”