"Who is it?" Fang Jing and Cen Nanying shouted forward at the same time.

The man stood still, the hem of his shirt blown up by the wind, revealing his mud-stained shoes underneath. Cen Nanying felt that the shoes were a little familiar, so she stared intently at the lines on the shoes. Suddenly, her heart moved, and a great fear rose from her belly, covering her whole body tightly. She pointed to the figure in front of her, "You...... You...... It's you ......."

Fang Jing didn't understand what she was talking about, and just wanted to ask, but the person in front of him moved, strode out of the white mist, and walked towards the two of them like a gust of wind, something in his hand shook and flashed with cold light.

"Ahh

Fang Jing screamed in fright, and he didn't care about Cen Nanying, who was standing on the side, turned around and ran towards the outside of the forest, Cen Nanying was startled by him, his body finally moved, and he also ran forward with him shouting.

The humidity in the birch forest is very heavy, the soil is quite muddy, and I don't feel it when I walk, but this run is extremely difficult, every few steps I run, my feet are slippery, and I stumble and stumble on the ground, twisting my tendons and hurting my flesh. But even so, Fang Jing and Cen Nanying didn't dare to stop for a while, even though their legs and feet were almost numb from pain, they still ran forward with all their might, just because the person who followed closely behind was walking like flying, and he was still holding a sharp sickle in his hand.

I don't know how long I ran, Cen Nanying suddenly felt that someone was grabbed by the collar, and her body struggled forward a few times, but the general only took two steps and was brought back, and finally couldn't break free. She was so frightened that she couldn't possess her body, and hurriedly shouted at Fang Jing, who had already run a few feet away in front of her, "The official save me, the official save me." ”

Fang Jing glanced back at her, didn't stop for a step, turned his head and continued to flee for his life. Cen Nanying's heart was cold, and she slowly turned her head, only to find that it was actually the collar that was hooked by the branch, she breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly ripped her clothes off the branches, got up and ran forward.

But as soon as he took a step, there was a "bang" behind the huge birch tree in front of him, and a figure flashed, his body was shrouded in a thick layer of murderous aura, and the sickle in his hand shook and swayed, and he took heavy steps towards Cen Nanying.

Cen Nanying's legs were weak, and she knelt on the ground weakly, her head raised slightly upward, watching the black shadow slowly wrap up above her, and said incoherently, "It's me...... It's my fault, I ...... I don't dare anymore, Rao...... Spare me......" At the end of his speech, he was already like a mosquito.

"Slut, a thousand cuts don't solve hatred."

The man uttered these words in a dumb voice, and the cold-soaked blade slashed through the air, slashing towards Cen Nanying's face that was still beautiful in horror.

***

When he heard Cen Nanying's terrible scream, Fang Jing paused at his feet, and fear burned to a boiling point, filling his chest. A few hot tears fell from the corners of his eyes, down his cheeks and down his neck, wetting the bottom of his chin with a cold sink.

Of course, these tears were not shed for Cen Nanying, but the tears of the rabbit and the fox, who were scared.

He looked back and forth, left and right, and for a moment he couldn't tell where he was. But obviously he has been running for so long, it stands to reason that he should have escaped from the birch forest, why are there shadows in front and back, and there is no end in sight, could it be that he panicked for a moment and went the wrong way?

Thinking of this, his heart was even more flustered, but his feet were no longer as fast as just now, because the direction was difficult to distinguish, he was afraid that he would go in the opposite direction, but went into the depths of the forest. Therefore, it is better to brake quietly, find a hidden place to hide, rest for a while, and then escape when the fog dissipates.

Thinking so, Fang Jing took off his shoes that had been worn out of holes, and walked gently forward with his bare feet while looking backwards. He was now as sensitive as a rabbit, and he had to stare at the slightest movement for a long time, and only dare to continue when the danger was cleared, for fear that a figure holding a sickle would suddenly emerge from the mist.

But how could there be no sound in the birch forest, a leaf falling, a lone bird flying by, will make a strange noise, although the sound is not loud, but every time it can shake his already tense nerves.

"Click."

Suddenly, there was a sound of dry branches breaking behind him, Fang Jing was frightened into a cold sweat, and quickly turned around, his eyes swept over as far as his eyes could see, in the grass, behind the trunks, and even on the branches above his head. After a long time, he realized that it was just the sound of a branch being blown off by the wind, and his heart sank a little, and he continued on his way with his feet on the ground. But even so, he couldn't be completely relieved, and turned back three times one step at a time, for fear that he had missed any danger.

However, when he looked at the back, he forgot about the front, and his front foot suddenly sank, and his body suddenly lost its center of gravity, and he threw himself forward, spinning for a while, until his back hit something soft, and then he stopped rolling.

Fang Jing didn't care about the bruises all over his body, he hurriedly stood up on the ground, and looked back and forth for a long time, only to find that he had fallen into a dirt pit, which was not big, but very deep, no wonder he fell not lightly.

But in the birch forest, how could such a big pit appear in vain? He was suspicious, and his steps stepped back little by little, and Leng Buding tripped over something behind him, and fell again.

He got up in embarrassment, only to find that what tripped him was a large bag sewn of cowhide, less than half a man high, and the mouth of the bag was tightly tied with red rope. The top of the pocket was muddy and smelled foul, and it looked like it had just been dug out of the ground.

Although he was suspicious, Fang Jing walked towards the cowhide bag without obeying the call, but as soon as he raised his foot, he found that his ankle had sunk into the mud, and it was extremely difficult to walk. He took a deep breath and finally knew where he was now, it turned out that he had been running for so long and was back to the swamp.

Fang Jing grew up in Jingmen Village since he was a child, and knew that although the land next to the swamp could stand people, the mud below was wet, although it was not as slippery as in the swamp, but it was connected to the swamp in the depths. So when he was a child, his family always told him not to get too close to the swamp, in case the ground sinks, it will not be good to fall.

Thinking of this, Fang Jing was scared and happy in his heart, afraid that he could only stay here, and he wouldn't be able to climb out for a while, if that person came to find him, he really didn't know what to do. Happily, this place is a deep pit, extremely hidden, and now that it is dark and foggy, it is very likely that the man will not be able to find him, and maybe he will be able to save his life. So that when the fog cleared at dawn, he could find a way to crawl out and escape.