The sky in the east is already dark, and the sky in the west is only a little red with clouds.

Yang Shirt took a flashlight and came to the place where the villagers were staying, there were footprints here, Yang Shirt wanted to check the footprints, to see if he could judge where the villagers went, because there were many people at that time, he could see some clues by looking at the footprints.

"The footprints are indeed towards the mountain," Yang Xianxin said, "looking at the footsteps, it seems to be a little messy, as if they were not going to the mountain slowly and leisurely, but a little flustered, so what happened, they want to go to the mountain in such a panic?" ”

Following some clues of the footprints, Yang Yi entered the mountain, at this time, whether it was the east sky or the west sky, it was dark and rumbling, and there were no stars.

Yang Shirt looked back at Hei, he knew that if he went further, he was afraid that he would have to distinguish between southeast and northwest, because there was no reference to discern the direction, and the flashlight light was limited, so it was naturally very difficult.

But just go back with nothing, how to explain to the people in the village, he can promise some villagers that he will definitely bring back some news, and Uncle Lang, just go back empty-handed, then he will not be trained by Uncle Lang!

Yang Shanxin said, what are you afraid of, you get lost at night, it's a big deal to wait until the day to go back, besides, you can find footprints all the way, and after no harvest, you can find it all the way back.

Thinking like this, Yang Shirt made up his mind and went forward without any scruples.

I don't know where I went, under the light of the flashlight, a shotgun suddenly shone out, Yang Shan picked it up, pulled the bolt, and there were good bullets in it.

Yang Shan couldn't help but wonder in his heart, how could someone drop the gun and not look back to pick it up?

On the other hand, the appearance of a shotgun also confirms that the direction Yang Shirt is looking for is not wrong.

Yang Shirt put the gun on his shoulders and back, followed the road, and continued to search, about two miles away, under the flashlight, another bag of things appeared, the bag of oil-stained, Yang Shirt remembered that Mu Zailong's bag with bullets was like this.

"What a pack of bullets!" Yang Shan picked it up and opened the bag to see that there were indeed some big-headed bullets inside.

Yang Shan pondered, how do you feel that this gun and a pack of bullets appeared so coincidentally, it was not accidentally dropped by anyone, but it seemed that someone deliberately dropped it, it seemed to be to attract people over!

"Is it Uncle Mu?" Yang Shan looked at this oil bag like Mu Zailong's, but he was not sure, it was also possible that the villagers of Yuling Trouble also had the habit of wrapping bullets in white oil cloth.

Yang Shirt didn't think much about it, there were two lines on the oilcloth bag, which could just be used to tie the waist, Yang Shirt naturally used it, tied the oilcloth to the side of the waist, and continued to move forward.

I didn't go far, and there was a fork in the road ahead, and it was a hill blocking the front, and those placed in front of Yang Yi either went left or right.

He turned the light to the left with a flashlight, and there was nothing out of the ordinary, but when he turned the light to the right, he saw a shoe on the road.

Something is wrong, everything is too coincidental! Yang Shirt hurried over, picked up the shoes and looked, there was no mistake, this shoe is the same as Mu Zailong's shoes!

Yang Shan said to himself: "Could it be that someone deliberately brought me here?" Putting something at intervals, is it intentional? Who's playing a prank on this? Or is it that Uncle Mu realized the danger and dropped something every other section of the way to attract people to come to the rescue? ”

The footprints of the villagers under his feet still remained, and the direction was not wrong, Yang Shan's spirit lifted, pulled the bolt, the trigger safety was opened, and he had a premonition that something very tricky was going to happen ahead.

At this moment, although the speed of Yang Shan's footsteps was not slow, he was cautious and careful, even if it was a little wind and grass, he would take a look at the past.

Suddenly, a cliff appeared under Yang Shan's feet, and it was pitch black when the flashlight shone down.

"Why is there no way out?"

Yang Yi looked around, and his footsteps on the ground were messy, as if the villagers had also messed up when they arrived here.

"Could it be that the villagers jumped off the cliff?" Yang Shi didn't know how to explain the messy footsteps in front of the cliff.

Yang Shan was thinking about it, and there was a trace of movement on the edge of the cliff behind him, and it sounded like something slapped the ground.

"What sound?" Yang Shirt took the lamp and shone it towards the edge of the cliff, and the scene in front of him made him gasp.

I saw that on the edge of the cliff, there was a bloody hand there, and when Yang Yi looked at it, another left hand came up, and then, a head came out.

This man's head is very large, as if it has been fried in an oil pan, the skin is exposed, the skin is torn, he opens his mouth, his teeth have long fangs, he uses his bloody hands, and his body jumps up from the cliff, but his body is not human, like a huge wolf body, but there is no fur, red, as if the fur has been ripped off.

The bloody man stretched out his hand and threw himself at Yang Shan.

Yang Shi was frightened, holding the gun with both hands, bang! Shooting at the bloody man is a shot.

The bloody man was shot and fell halfway, but he still struggled to get up.

Yang Shan hurriedly took out the bullet from the oil bag, pulled the bolt, and the bullet was loaded!

As soon as the bullet was loaded, the bloody man pounced again, Yang Yi picked it up, and with another shot, the bloody man lay on the ground and did not move.

"What is this?" Yang Shan gasped a few times, and now if you look closely, the person in front of you is not a human, but the arms and hands are a little similar to a human being, the head and facial features are not like them, and the body is even more different, but what kind of monster is this? I've never seen or heard of it at all.

Yang Shan's mood has not yet returned to calm, and there was a movement on the edge of the cliff, Yang Shi took a flashlight to shine it, and the whole person almost fainted, but saw six or seven hands emerging from the edge of the cliff, and then, six or seven hand monsters jumped up, their terrible faces, it was really disgusting.

"Holy!" Yang Shirt sweated profusely, "If only I took a submachine gun, I would shoot bullets continuously, and definitely kill them in one go, but I took a shotgun that could only shoot one shot, loaded with one shot, and the monsters came one by one, I was not afraid, I was afraid, they were together, I really couldn't parry a shot!" ”

Sometimes, whatever you are most afraid of, it will come!

Yang Shirt is now most afraid of human hand monsters rushing towards him together, but six or seven human hand monsters still jumped up almost at the same time and rushed straight towards Yang Shan.

"Damn!" Yang Shan shouted, turned around and ran.

Human-handed monsters run no different from animals, they all alternately jump back and forth, running fast.

Yang Shirt didn't dare to slack off, so he ran with his milk, and his speed was no worse than that of a monster. Yang Shan's balance was well controlled, he was running, he could still be distracted, took a gun and shot a monster in the back of the brain, and then the monster fell.

This series of actions, Yang Yi did not pause, after the gun, he took out the bullet and loaded it, pulled the bolt, the muzzle was facing back, aimed at another monster's brain, and banged another shot!