There was no figure of Gao Cheng, and there was no trace of the green snakeberries rolling, and I had a glimpse of the surrounding environment, and there was no sign of a fight. I felt a sigh in my heart, and I had a bad premonition. The black python is undoubtedly the leader of the group of thin snakes, it blows and sends a trumpet to let the snakes attack people, can Gao Cheng come back and want to kill so smoothly? But if the black python hadn't died, how could the snake group retreat? I stared at the green plant from a distance of seven or eight meters, and calmly analyzed it in my mind.

At present, there are two possibilities: one is that Gao Cheng returned to this place, lured away the black python and took away the group of thin snakes; The second is what method Gao Cheng used to appease the black python, so that it calmed down and retracted back into the green plant.

Even though I have a bias in my mind towards the first possibility, I still want to take the risk of experimenting with the second to determine the judgment. He groaned, and walked away and broke a long branch, which was as long as three or four meters. Taking a deep breath and approaching the green plants a little bit to stretch out, I was mentally prepared for the black python to suddenly appear and run away, but as the vine-like leaves were picked up and the bottom was exposed, I was startled and frowned.

Gao Cheng was right, this place was indeed a snake's nest, and there were dozens of small snakes about the length of a tiger's mouth under the green plants, quietly lying there, occasionally wriggling to prove that they were still alive. And the big black python was nowhere to be seen, not even the larger snakes that were chasing us. I dropped the branch in my hand and straightened up, so I was sure.

Staring into the depths of the forest, Gao Cheng turned back and led the black python away, and there was only one way to go, that is, to the deep forest fog barrier.

Biting his lip, he walked firmly into the woodland. As I walked, I thought bitterly: I chose to choose and choose, but I chose the most inappropriate time to walk into the misty forest.

Before, it was only in the afternoon, the air was humid, and there was a hidden fog rising, but now this toss is nearly four or five o'clock in the afternoon, and it is the time of the thick fog. Walking out of the interior for no less than 100 meters, it has been surrounded by a cloud of mist, with dense shadows of trees overhead, and the cold air is overwhelming.

In addition to listening in all directions, my eyes have been scanning the ground for clues. He was wearing a pair of military boots, and the engravings on the soles were easily recognizable, so it didn't take long for me to see his footprints when I reached the wet tide, which confirmed my earlier assertions.

I looked up as I followed the footprints step by step, and when the marks became blurry, I was shocked to realize that the surroundings were dark and foggy, and the visible distance was only within a meter, and I had to bend down to see the marks on the ground. But even so, the footprints suddenly disappeared after a few tens of meters.

I thought I had missed it, so I went back and looked for it, but when I retreated ten meters, my whole scalp was numb. Not to mention the footprints of Gao Cheng, even my ...... It's all gone. Is the orientation wrong? Just as I was about to take a step, I lifted a kick and retracted it without putting it down, and any bit of panic or recklessness would only make me farther and farther away from Gao Cheng. At least just now, I was sure that his footsteps had come to this place, and whatever the reason for the sudden disappearance of the traces must have happened something I didn't expect.

Use your toes to pluck out a pile of rotten dead leaves and step on them firmly, and carve a triangular pattern on the tree at hand to mark it. Then I looked in one direction and moved forward step by step, and after counting ten steps I returned, and when I saw the marker that should have been in the right direction, but it was already a meter away from the right side, I could already confirm that it was a problem with the terrain.

To be precise, there is a maze in this dense foggy mountain forest, I don't know whether it is natural or artificial, if it is the former, it is not very difficult, as long as you find the right law, you may not be confused again; But if it is the latter, the person who arranges the formation will not be the second choice except Gao Cheng. On the surface, Group D is based on Qiu Yuebai's good at setting up formations and is a shaman, but Gao Cheng has shown familiarity with the formation several times, and he is known for his popularity, so it is difficult to guarantee that he is also proficient in this aspect. Therefore, if this formation is set up by him to deal with the snakes, then the difficulty will be escalated.

At this point, it was only ten paces away from the distance, and if I had gone farther, I was afraid that I would not have been able to go back to the same place.

The darker it gets, the more anxious I become. Because the heart is like a mirror at night, the dense fog of this maze is more dangerous, and it is more difficult to get out. Also, this fog barrier...... The unpleasant and pungent smell in the air is getting stronger and stronger, even I feel dizzy, can Gao Cheng still hold on?

The only prayer was that he would get out of the way and look for me after leading the snakes into the fog barrier, but at least he had to let me see the snakes before he dared to deduce that. He took a deep breath, untied the black ribbon on his hand, spread it out, and then covered his mouth and nose and tied a knot at the back of his head, and then closed his eyes and prayed silently in his heart: This time draw a shadow of him, let me find him.

Maybe it's really a mental thing, and the image comes quickly. The sound of sorrels was in my ears, and I could vaguely see the snake's shadow dense in front of me, but the fog was thick and I couldn't see the human figure, so I walked up and followed. The target was originally a snake, and now it is not wrong to follow it with a snake.

The snake is not slow, but because it is a reflected image, I can always keep up even if I walk slowly. After walking for some time, the snakes suddenly stopped, and then I heard a chirp, very similar to the sound of the black python before. I didn't hesitate to step forward after a slight pause, and when I seemed to step on something, my heart trembled slightly, and I couldn't help but open my eyes. Make up your mind that no matter what you are stepping on, you can't end this picture until you see the black python and Gao Cheng.

Dense fog, clearing, snakes, black pythons, and finally see Gao Cheng.

Space is dead. Everything was still, whether it was the snakes, the black python with the thick arm, or Gao Cheng, they all lay on the ground silently. The footsteps were as heavy as stepping on the tip of my heart, and it wasn't until I stood in the middle of the two meters between the black python and him that I slowly opened my eyes. Not surprisingly, what I saw in front of me was the same as the scene in the painting, and the breath I held was already pressing down on my chest, but I was still holding back.

Except for the cemetery, every picture is used to sense the scene of the murder, and the memory in the thinking space is also a photo of the scene of the murder after inference......

No! I stifled my bad thoughts.

Leaning down and reaching out to the figure lying on the ground, he gritted his teeth and turned him over with force when he touched it, his pale face, his short and shallow breaths, his heaving chest, and the tight strings in his heart loosened and tightened. He's not dead, but he's not far from it.

Look at the black python not far away, the shocking Swiss Army knife pierced seven inches into it. I hesitated, then walked over with the fear in my heart, kicked the snake first, and made sure it was dead before bending down and pulling out the Swiss Army knife with all my might. This is the only tool I and he have, and it can't be discarded here. Looking around, the snakes were all lying still, dead.

It can't be because the black python died and they perished with it, it could only be because of the air. I couldn't stay any longer, I couldn't filter much miasma even with this black ribbon, obvious fatigue and dizziness. I put away my saber and put it in my pocket, turned around and walked back to Takashiro and pulled his hands over my shoulders, dragging him on my back with great difficulty.

Needless to say, he was more than 1.8 meters tall attached to my back, like a child carrying an adult, and his body completely wrapped me in it. As soon as I stepped forward, the left calf seemed to be torn open, and there was fluid flowing down to the heel. If I don't look down, whether it is my belief or the power of my emotional attachment to him, no matter how painful the pace is, I gritted my teeth and carried him to use the painting again with my eyes closed, and walked out step by step with difficulty.

After walking for a long time, there was a sudden stumble under his feet, and he just fell on a tree, and the painting interrupted his eyes. It was night, and it was dark like a curtain, so I rested on the tree for a while, but when I tried to walk again, I couldn't move. Forced to stand up, the hand holding Gao Cheng's thigh slipped, and narrowly grabbed the trunk of the tree to prevent him from falling to the ground with him.

I was stunned, and then I touched the triangular mark under my finger again, and my heart was heavy, and I had only walked to the place where I had made the marker after walking for so long. It is equivalent to saying that the painting starts here and ends here, and the rest of the journey still has to be walked on your own. It's pitch black, and the fog is around, how do I tell the direction?

Time passed minute by minute, anxiety, irritability, and finally despair, my hands were already out of strength, and I could no longer hold his legs, and in a moment he slipped off my back, and fell to the ground without any strength. I hurriedly squatted down to pull him again, but this time I couldn't carry him, and it was difficult to even stand up. Finally I sat down on the floor, gasping for air, staring at the man who had been silent the whole time.

I lowered my head and sniffed, but there were tears in my eyes.

When all beliefs are broken, vulnerability comes to the table. I leaned over and grabbed him, buried my face in his neck, let the liquid slide down my eyes, and whispered so lightly: "Gao Cheng, you're waking up, I can't hold on." ”

On my own, I couldn't take him out of this cage-like mountain forest with me. And if I stay here, I don't know if I can survive this night, I have heard that in the dead of night in the mountains and forests, when ghosts haunt me. I don't believe there are ghosts in this world, but since there are black pythons and snakes, it is difficult to guarantee that there are no other creatures.

I seemed to feel that the carotid artery that was clinging to my face had fluttered, and I held my breath to feel it, but I didn't have any reaction. It's an illusion! But as soon as I made a judgment in my heart, the sudden pressure on the back of my head interrupted my thoughts, until a deep and low voice reached my eardrums: "Don't cry, I'm awake." The suppressed emotions broke the embankment in an instant, and tears welled up and fell into his neck.

His palm stroked my hair, as if sighing, "How can women have so many tears?" After a pause, he added, "But if you keep crying like this, I may not last long and pass out again." ”

Instantly froze, raised his head without hesitation, tears were still rolling on his cheeks, and when his eyes met each other, in the black and white movie, there was clear pity. Choked up and asked, "What should I do?" ”

He retracted his palm, but wiped the tears from my face with his fingers, and then asked, "Can you still help me?" ”

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