“stop！”

A weak voice came, and at the same time, Cheng Lin only felt that his ankles were being clutched, and a clammy and cold feeling came to his heart.

It felt terrible, like a snake wrapped around its legs.

In fact, he had already sensed the movement before the other party broke through the water, but out of caution and a certain degree of self-confidence, he did not immediately dodge, but pretended to be an ordinary tourist.

"What?"

Cheng Lin pretended to be panicked and hurriedly lifted his legs, but instead dragged the other party ashore from the cold lake water.

Turning his head, he had a chance to look at the man.

His clothes were tattered, completely soaked by the water, he had chestnut hair, and his face was cold, pale and weak, and he was a white man.

He seemed to be seriously injured, his whole breath was disordered and rapid, and there was still blood floating faintly in the lake.

If you look closely, you will find that there is a piercing wound in his chest and abdomen, as if it has been torn by a sharp blade.

It's just that at this moment, the pale skin is tightly locked, forcibly blocking the wound with muscle tissue to prevent blood from flowing out.

"Don't move! Don't scream! Did you hear that? ”

The white man changed to Chinese and threatened in a low voice, while letting go of his hand, pulling out a pistol from his waist and aiming it at Cheng Lin.

"I ...... I don't move! You...... You put down the gun first! You...... Who the hell are you? ”

Cheng Lin disguised himself as an ordinary person, suddenly raised his hands, and said in a trembling voice.

"Shut up! Turn around! ”

"Good...... Just don't shoot. ”

Cheng Lin turned around as he said, but the wide-area vision had already been turned on, monitoring the other party's every move, and at the same time, intentionally or unintentionally, avoiding the head and heart.

Immediately, the white man gritted his teeth and climbed onto Cheng Lin's back with his body propped up.

His other hand seemed to be broken, hanging limply to the side, and in order to fix his body, he could only hook Cheng Lin's neck with the hand holding the gun:

"Carry me and run forward immediately! Keep running! I'll let you go when you get out of here, or ......"

"Okay."

Cheng Lin pretended to be very scared, carried the other party on his back, and then strode forward along the stone path.

He deliberately kept his speed at the standard of the average youth and occasionally changed direction at the behest of a white man.

On the other side, he had already turned on the "synaesthesia", swept the surrounding situation with the spiritual power silk thread, and finally ran out of the encirclement of the second division with a lot of effort.

While running, Cheng Lin thought about what to do next.

The moment he saw that the other party was white, Cheng Lin realized that this matter was not simple, but anything involving foreign cultivators was not a trivial matter.

And there are only two options in front of him.

One is to control the other party and hand it over to the second division.

The second is to find a way to take it away and then torture it.

"It's safest to hand it over to the second division, but I don't expect to get any gains, after all, I'm a member of the ninth division, even if the second division gives me some rewards, it's hard to get it...... The main thing is that it will definitely not give too much, after all, people are seriously injured by them, and I am just picking up leaks...... And if I take him myself...... The harvest may be even greater. ”

After a little hesitation, Cheng Lin made a decision.

The white man seemed to be quite familiar with the nearby terrain, and commanded Cheng Lin to quickly turn into a path, then through a forest, and when he came out, he was already in a field on the outskirts.

At this time, Cheng Lin was already "out of breath", and his speed began to slow down.

As for the white man on his back, he was also getting weaker and weaker, and the hand that was clasped around his neck was getting looser and looser, apparently from an attack of injury and in urgent need of recovery.

Just when the white man began to think about whether to continue to flee farther away, or kill this young man of the Xia Kingdom first, and then regain his strength on the spot, he suddenly found that Cheng Lin's whole body suddenly shook, and then he fell violently and fell to the ground.

This sudden scene caught him off guard, and he was thrown out directly, let out a painful cry, and then scolded a few words angrily, raised the muzzle of the gun and pointed at Cheng Lin, "Do you want to die?!" ”

However, the next moment, he was shocked to find Cheng Lin lying on the ground motionless, as if he was unconscious, and he did not react to his threat.

"Tired and unconscious? Not really, right? ”

The white man was stunned, a little suspicious, and wanted to crawl over to see what was going on.

However, in the next second, an instinct from the depths of his consciousness attacked, and his body froze, only to feel a terrifying enough to kill him!

The threat is from behind!

"Could it be that Tris is catching up?"

His mind was in turmoil, his eyes were full of despair, but he still mustered the last strength to turn around and raise his gun behind him.

But in an instant, his eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and his throat made a gurgling sound, as if he had seen something incredible.

I saw that among the trees behind him, a giant five meters tall was walking slowly.

It has a human-like appearance, but it is completely black, with an aura of evil and madness.

It walked slowly, but its feet were just on the ground, not so much walking as floating in the air.

In its right hand, it carries an exaggerated scythe, unleashing the power of the five grades.

……

It obscures the bright moon in the sky and brings white men into shadow.

"You...... You ......"

The white man instinctively wanted to retreat, but the battered body hindered his movements.

Immediately, a voice suddenly sounded in his head.

No.

It's not a sound, it's a message to be precise, or a "sound" that is not spoken with your mouth or heard with your ears.

The "voice" ignored his ears and acted directly on his mind.

"Huh, see what I found?"

Along with the information pouring into my heart, there is also the confident and leisurely emotions of the other party, there is no doubt that this voice must come from this "giant" like death in front of him, he is talking to himself!

The tone of the other party...... It's as if a strong man stumbled upon an interesting bug on the side of the road.

The white man judged instantly.

At this time, he didn't have the heart to pay attention to the young man of Xia Guo who was lying on the ground not far away, suspected of being "tired and dizzy", but forced himself to calm down, quickly thinking about countermeasures, and at the same time looking at this mysterious giant.

The next second, as if he remembered something, he exclaimed, "Ah...... It's you...... No, it's you? ”

He hastily changed his honorifics.

"Oh? Do you know me? The mysterious giant stopped in front of him and looked down at him with interest, the great illusory scythe hanging at his feet, unleashing infinite fear.

At the same time, the voice of the "giant" sounded again in the white man's head.

"Yes, I ...... I watched a short video before...... It was on the top of the Muztag Snow Mountain in the Xia Kingdom, and your figure appeared, well, of course, because the distance is far away, I can't see it clearly, so I'm not sure, but ...... In my opinion, he has a similar body shape to yours. ”

The white man organized the language to explain and tried to communicate with the giant.

Hearing this, the understated voice of the "giant" sounded in his mind again: "Ah, I did pass by that snow-capped mountain some time ago. ”

The tone was rather casual, as if acknowledging a trivial matter.

However, this caused a wave of turmoil in the hearts of white men.