Why did he stop suddenly, could it be that he couldn't run anymore?

I didn't know why, so I stopped running and walked towards him with a sharp pain in the soles of my feet. He didn't gasp like me, and he didn't even mean that his feet hurt, he just stopped chasing him suddenly.

"Big waist, big waist! Hey, Sun Art! ”

I called him several times, and he didn't look back, just stood there by himself, motionless.

I sensed that something was wrong, and even had a bad premonition, so I quickly ran towards him again, and just as I was about to reach out and pat him, he suddenly turned around.

I looked at him, and he made a silent gesture to me, and then motioned with his eyes for me to look ahead.

I said to myself that you were going to die when you answered me just now, and worried me so much. But when I looked over there, I was stunned too.

The grave robber in front of him didn't run away, his black shadow stood motionless not far in front of us, and just now the big waist stopped, I think he must have seen something in front of him.

What do you say, you can't see what they are in the night, they are like two iron balls, flying around the man's body.

The man didn't move, and to be honest, we didn't dare to move, and the big waist looked at me again, meaning to ask me what the hell was that? I shook my head, I couldn't see it clearly, and I hadn't seen anything of it before.

We waited like this for a long time, and I whispered to him, "Do you want to go over and have a look?" Because neither of these things looks like anything particularly dangerous.

Big Waist nodded, pulled out his firearm, and aimed at the man to prevent it from being his trick. We approached slowly, watching the wind and grass over there, and we had to adapt whenever there was a change.

My eyes had been fixed on the tomb robber, and when I got closer, I had just shifted my attention from the tomb robber to the two things next to me, when my hairs stood on end, and a cold sweat broke out on my back, and I grabbed my big waist and ran back.

He didn't know what was going on, but he followed me for a while, only to hear a sudden scream from behind, and when I subconsciously looked back, I found that the tomb robber had fallen. I hurriedly pulled him and continued to run. It was a long way back before I slowed down.

He gasped and asked me, "What's going on?" How did you know you were going to run? ”

"Well, that's two heads!"

He looked at me with a stunned expression: "People...... Human? ”

"That's right, let's run." I know that the strange thing of two people's heads floating in the air is not acceptable to ordinary people, but I believe in my own eyesight and my own judgment, and it is definitely not a good thing to encounter such an evil in the middle of the night, just run.

So we continued to run back, and as long as we got back to the army as soon as possible, we would at least be safer. But just chased out so far away, how can I say that I can find the way back, and I didn't remember the direction in the middle of the night, we ran and ran, we all knew that we were lost.

I looked back from time to time for fear that the two would come after me, but maybe we were running fast enough and nothing was chasing after us.

We really can't run, we change from running to walking, slowly looking for the way we just came, but also looking for the light around, if there is a large army, there must be light, even if we find a village, at least stronger than this wilderness, but it seems unlikely, there is only a dark patch around.

Suddenly, I tripped over something, and because I didn't pay attention to walking, I tripped and fell down. But before my hands reached the ground, my knees pressed against something first, and it was soft, not like a stone.

The big waist helped me up, and as soon as we looked at the ground, the atmosphere suddenly became tense, and it was nothing else that tripped me, we could tell from his clothes and size that this was the tomb robber just now, that is, we came back after a big circle?

I thought to myself, is this a blame for hitting the wall? Or did we get lost and go in a big circle?

The big waist was not calm at this time, he squatted down and touched the one lying down, stood up again and said to me, "It's out of gas."

It seems that those two things just now are indeed not good things, although I can't be sure what the specific cause of death of this guy is, but nine times out of ten they are inseparable.

Big Waist picked up something from the ground and handed it to me: "Look at this, it looks like a cultural relic."

I took it and looked at it, and it was a good thing, or rather, I knew it was very valuable at a glance, and it was different from other cultural relics, and it was very valuable—because it was a large piece of gold, and I couldn't see what it was for the time being.

I asked Big Waist, "What about this thing?"

"Carry it first, otherwise it will be stupid to stay here and be touched by a passerby."

"Then do you want to see if there's anything else on him?"

"If you want to come, I don't want to search the body, it's too unlucky."

I didn't want to touch the corpse, so I put the gold object in my pocket first, but I suddenly thought of another question, we are standing in the same position with this corpse, so weren't those two things near us just now?

I suddenly felt a chill in my back, but soon I realized that it wasn't the chill of fear, but something blowing cold wind on the back of my neck. Then the cold wind poured from the neck all the way to the tip of the tail.

Big Waist and I looked back almost at the same time, we both screamed, and then we pulled each other and ran away, they really came, this time I saw it clearly, the two stared, bloody, and their heads were scattered, and they hung behind us and blew the cool air.

Although we were extremely frightened, this time our physical strength seemed to be almost exhausted, especially me, who was almost dragged by my big waist to run, until we couldn't run anymore, and then stopped to hold on to a tree and gasped.

I looked behind me, and the two things still didn't chase after me, and my heart said Could it be that these are two heads that are specially guarded and waiting for rabbits?

To be honest, I'm glad I had a big waist next to me today, otherwise I would have been scared to death.

We rested for a while, and the surroundings were quiet, not like there was any danger. I asked him, "What do we do now?"

He looked up at the sky: "It looks like it's almost two o'clock in the morning, why don't we rest here and wait for dawn?"

It stands to reason that this is not a deep mountain and old forest, but also a suburb of the city, so we can find a high place to take a look during the day, and it should be no problem to see high-rise buildings or others.

The problem is that it's not safe in this forest, and I don't know if there will be any beasts or anything other than the one just now. But now it seems that the best way is to wait, otherwise it will be more likely to encounter danger if you waste your physical strength by wandering around in it.

So we decided to just wait four or five hours, as long as the sky was bright, it would be enough for us to see our surroundings clearly.

We found a stone against the tree, and sat down half-opposite each other on the tree, paying attention to what was behind us to prevent them from sneaking up again.

It was not a way to sit down, and we were very sleepy because of the fatigue and time just now when we spoke, so we started chatting, and we didn't dare to be too loud, just like two monks chanting scriptures.

After about half an hour, fog began to rise again, adding a cold and silence to the already terrible environment.

Suddenly, I faintly heard someone talking. I hurriedly interrupted the big waist who was talking with a gesture, and after he quieted down, he seemed to hear the voice as well, and his expression relaxed: "It can't be the big army looking for it, right?"

I continued to listen, and although I couldn't hear clearly, I could feel that there were a lot of people, because it was small but noisy. As if we saw hope, we immediately got up and walked over to the voice.

However, after walking for a while, we did not see the light of the oil lamp in the thick fog, only the sound became louder and louder, and it was still very noisy, and it was not clear what was being said. But we will not give up this hope, because at least we are looking for living people who are talking, even ordinary people who have entered the mountains.

I suddenly realized something, and hurriedly grabbed my big waist: "Do you still have bullets?"

He nodded, "What?"

"This voice is not a person, if it is not his own person, the third watch ran here without sleep in the middle of the night, and did not turn on the light, could this be another group?"

After listening, he nodded, took the firearm in his hand, and began to be alert.

As we approached slowly, the voices began to become bizarre, and in addition to the voices of men and women, there seemed to be the cries of vendors, and even the sound of horses' hooves and wheels rolling.

We look at each other and are confused, what is the situation?

After hesitating for a while, we decided to go over and have a look, at least this movement didn't sound like a tomb robbery, but like a village, could it be that everyone here got up so early?

A few steps closer, we seem to be in the midst of the cacophony of words, and we can see people moving around in the fog, and even some houses. I asked the big waist: "Do you people here get up so early?"

He shook his head: "I don't know, I'm not familiar with this piece, is this the morning set here?" It's too early, isn't it? ”

Anyway, we should have asked someone, and in addition to the few people walking on the road, there were a few hawkers on the side of the road who were shouting, but they all looked like old men, and I thought to myself to see if there was anything to sell, and I was so hungry after the night.

Not to mention, I really smelled a fragrance while walking, like the smell of steamed steamed buns, or maybe it was some other delicacy, I asked Da Yuanzi: "Do you smell it, it's very fragrant."

He sniffed: "Yes, I'm starving to death, let's see where it is?"

As we walked, it did look like a small old village, with wooden tables at the door of the vendors on both sides of the road, and wooden tiled bungalows in the back, not to mention that it looked quite antique.

The two of us searched for the fragrance, and walked all the way to the door of a house, so that the smell must be theirs, and I saw an old man in linen clothes standing at the door, and a few steaming bamboo steamers.

I asked, "Uncle, how did you sell this?"

"Want bread? One and five baht each. ”