The sky suddenly turned cloudy, and if it weren't for the watch, everyone would have thought it was already four or five o'clock in the afternoon.

Just as he finished his bones, Yang Weicheng got up and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Get up and move."

"Are you really good at bones? Bragging, right? ”

Yang Mei tried to stand up and walk, but the result was unexpectedly good, except for a slight discomfort in the joints, there was no pain, and there was no problem with running.

Her face flushed slightly, and she felt as if she had been slapped in the face.

Although she didn't say it, she warned herself in her heart: "Master always says, don't judge people by their appearance. Although this guy doesn't look like a good person, he is actually quite good and powerful. ”

Yang Weicheng saw through her mind and smiled proudly: "Haha, lock head, praise me for being amazing." ”

The lock really gave him a thumbs up: "Big brother is so powerful!" ”

"Hahaha!"

Yang Weicheng smiled even more proudly, and the four-eyed dog also barked.

"Look, it knows I'm good." Yang Weicheng said to Yang Mei.

The four-eyed dog barked more happily, and wagged its tail vigorously, and wagged and wagged, and its tail was clamped.

Yang Mei pouted: "Stop bragging, let's get down to business." ”

"Woohoo!"

The four-eyed dog's cry turned into a howl, and the sound pierced the sky.

Everyone felt strange at this time, and the lock turned blue: "It's shaking, big brother, there's something here." ”

As he spoke, a white mist rose from all around and gradually spread towards them.

"I'll go, it won't be so evil, right?" Yang Weicheng muttered.

Click!

Yang Mei was also nervous and began to load bullets. But her hands trembled so badly that several times she missed the gun and hit her own foot.

Yang Weicheng was also very nervous, and his sweat pores were closed with a brush, and he was terrified.

The point is that there is also an evil wind in this small valley, whining, as if a child or a woman is crying.

Da-da-da-da!

There was a sound of small footsteps, and Yang Weicheng immediately turned in that direction.

After a while, the footsteps stopped, and a little more, they came from another direction.

Yang Weicheng turned around, his head was dizzy, and he scolded Bai Wu directly.

In his previous life, his grandmother once told him that if he encountered something dirty in the wild, he would scold him with dirty words and urinate on him.

Obviously, it is unrealistic to pee now, he has no intention of peeing at a critical moment, not to mention that Yang Mei is by his side.

I had to scold.

It was definitely an epic scolding fight, and it was in Chinese, English and Chinese Japanese, which directly made the lock cold, the four-eyed dog was dizzy, and Yang Mei was embarrassed to raise her head when she heard it.

Suotou and Yang Mei thought in unison: "If you can get out of here alive, you will definitely not quarrel with Yang Weicheng in the future." ”

Yang Weicheng was tired of scolding, wiped the white foam from the corners of his mouth, snorted and panted, and a layer of fluffy sweat on his forehead.

The white mist blows with the wind, sticking to the body is damp and sticky.

The fog gradually surrounded three people and a dog.

Everyone snuggled up to each other back to back, their hearts in their throats.

Swish!

A hand suddenly stretched out from the fog and grabbed Yang Mei's arm.

Yang Mei shouted: "Here! ”

Yang Weicheng reacted extremely quickly, turned around and slapped the hand hard.

Syllable!

The hand retracted like a touch, and the sound of clackling footsteps faded away.

As the footsteps faded, the fog faded and gradually dissipated.

All three of them were snorting and panting, and the string in their heads was tight.

Yang Weicheng recalled the feeling just now, hitting the man's hand as if it was hitting an ice cube.

That's not the temperature that people should have at all.

He tightened his grip on the dagger given by the lock, and put the strange curved stone bar that the lock had given him in his jacket pocket.

Taking a deep breath, he said to everyone, "Don't be afraid, let's go ahead and look for Hans, it's just a natural phenomenon." ”

But he didn't believe it himself.

The lock didn't squeak, but he could feel that he was scared, as was the four-eyed dog.

Yang Mei was silent for a moment and said, "That person just now is Hans." ”

"How do you know?" Yang Weicheng asked in surprise.

"I recognize his watch, and I scratched the back of his hand during a fight with him." The more Yang Mei spoke, the deeper her voice became.

Yang Weicheng was also silent, this thing is weird enough.

"What should I do?" Yang Mei asked.

"Then what do you say, you have to chase it, go." Yang Wei became a Taoist.

If she can't complete the task, Yang Mei's future will be affected, not to mention, she can't forgive herself.

This girl has a tendon and a positive and serious work attitude.

Yang Mei got the answer she wanted and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Lock, are you still going to come with us?" Yang Weicheng asked.

The corners of the lock mouth twitched, and he said with a wry smile: "Brother, it's all here, let's be safer with you." Besides, I'm familiar with the mountain roads, and I can help you lead the way. ”

"Good boy." Yang Weicheng touched his head, and he didn't know how long he hadn't washed the oil.

They chased in the direction where Hans had disappeared.

It turns out that it was right to carry the lock, otherwise it would not be long before they would have been lost in the mountains.

It's getting late.

Nakajima and Tom were walking and recording, when they suddenly realized that there was no one missing.

"What about Hans?" Nakajima looked around strangely.

Here's how he assigned the task this morning: Yang Weicheng and Yang Mei were in charge of guarding the camp; Yang Zhiling, Zhang Huaiyi and the Hu brothers went to explore the grave; He took Tom and Hans with him, and spread around the camp to explore and record landmarks.

These are all necessary for an archaeologist. The deeper the mountains and forests, the more you need to maintain a sense of direction.

However, at some point, Hans disappeared.

"He said to pee, maybe he got lost, but Hans has a good sense of direction and will catch up soon." Tom replied.

"Oh, then let's rest here, wait for him, and sort out the information by the way." Nakajima said.

Tom nodded.

The two stopped, and Nakajima took out a notebook and pen from his bag, chose a tree to sit on, and began to record something.

Tom was bored on the sidelines, he didn't talk much, Nakajima was busy, and time passed in silence.

Suddenly there was fog in the woods, which was a very strange phenomenon.

He spends all year round in the wild and knows a lot about nature. Today's weather shouldn't be foggy.

But Tom was relieved that someone had come out of the fog.

"Hans." He shouted.

Nakajima was under a tree more than twenty meters away, just blocked by the grass.

He heard Tom say something and looked up. But there was fog all around, the visual distance became shorter, and he was old and wearing glasses, so he could only see the two vague people getting closer and closer.

Tom finally saw Hans's face, pale and bloodless, his eyes blank, smiling, and his movements stiff.

In short, such Hans is too strange.

"Hans, where have you been?" Tom asked.

He was a man of few words, and the only thing he would say a few more words to Hans and Nakajima.

But this time Hans didn't say much, he just walked towards Tom, and when the two approached, he suddenly slapped Tom in the face.

Tom was taken aback and dodged away.

Hans's body movements were stiff, but fast.

Tom dodged the first slap, and he immediately backhanded another slap, this time directly to Tom's abdomen.

Tom had never felt such a cold palm, as if it were a dead man's hand.

This hand is not only cold, but also very powerful. With great force, it cut through his flesh and stretched into his belly, churning his intestines and stomach together.

The pain irritated Tom's nerves, and he opened his mouth and roared, squirting blood foam.

Nakajima didn't know what was going on at first, but the roar made him tremble. He wanted to greet Hans, but now he hurriedly lurked in the grass, not daring to say anything.

There was a heart-pounding sound outside, and after a while, the footsteps faded away.

Nakajima shivered and dodged, he was scared, but at the same time there was an irrepressible longing and excitement deep inside.

Peeking out of the grass Hans departed, the fog lifted, and Tom lay in a pool of blood, the rotting leaves all around him stained red.

But Tom was still alive, and Nakajima trotted up to watch with a notebook and a pen, and saw that his eyes were slightly closed, his whole body was convulsed, and blood was gurgling out.

Nakajima's appearance seemed to be a savior, and Tom held out his hand slightly at him.

"You can't make it." Nakajima said in Japanese, "Rest in peace early." ”

He bent down to pick up a handful of leaves, threw them at Tom, and then wrote down a record of a person's near-death status.

Nakajima is an archaeologist who has always worked with dead people and their belongings.

Although this is his hobby and his profession, there will always be times when he gets tired of it after a long time. Gradually, he began to yearn to know what it was like to be a man when he was about to die.

Today, he finally fulfilled this dream.