After dinner, everyone else went back early to rest. Pen, Fun, and Pavilion www.biquge.info They have a fixed vigil order, so we don't have to worry about the vigil. Before going into the tent, Cassia told me not to sleep too hard at night, because now that the situation is unknown, we must be vigilant. I casually agreed, but I was already sleepy. There were so many people here, and there were still people keeping vigil, so naturally I didn't take Cassia to heart.

After nightfall, a mountain breeze blew near the mine. I got into the tent, and at first I thought about why Master would agree to Liu Wanshan. Who is that master? Is there any relationship between him and Master that I don't know about? But thinking about it, my eyelids sank, and my ears gradually quieted down. Outside, the mountain breeze blew through the canopy, and the gentle sound of the wind was like a lullaby. In the silence, you can hear all kinds of subtle sounds outside the tent. The two night watchmen were talking in low voices, and listening to their accents, like Kanto. Soon, there was snoring in the tents around me, and I thought to myself that someone had fallen asleep faster than me. In this way, in the midst of this snoring one after another, I gradually fell asleep.

This is the first time I have slept in a marching tent, and naturally I didn't sleep very comfortably. And I don't have the habit of getting up late on weekdays, but today is different, probably because I am not used to it, so in the middle of the night, I suddenly woke up on my own. I knew very well that I wasn't woken up by urine, because I didn't feel the urge to urinate at all.

I don't know how long I've been asleep, but the snoring outside has stopped, not even the night watchman's voice. I just stared straight at the tent above, and although it was dark in front of me, I didn't have any intention in my heart, so I wanted to sleep like this again. But I have been in a daze for a long time, but I am not sleepy at all, but more and more energetic. This feeling of wanting to sleep but not being able to sleep makes me a little irritable. I couldn't help but roll over and try to sleep on my side.

But as soon as I turned over, I saw what appeared to be a person standing outside the tent.

I didn't even notice it at first, because I turned over with my eyes closed, and I still couldn't sleep with my eyes closed, so I was ready to change positions again. But when I opened my eyes, I saw a figure standing sideways outside the tent. The moonlight was not bad tonight, and the man seemed to be standing very close, so I could see the silhouette of the man clearly when I looked out of the tent.

I didn't think about anything else for a while, thinking that the person next to me got up in the middle of the night. These people are all ruffians, and their quality is naturally not high. So he didn't care, he rolled over, turned his back to the figure and continued to sleep. But after a long time, I suddenly had the feeling of being watched, as if someone was watching me from behind. It was a very strong feeling, and I immediately felt like I was hairy.

Didn't you say ****? Why hasn't there been any movement for so long?

I've already started to beat the drums in my heart, seven up and eight up. Could it be that I didn't pay attention and the people outside have already left? But why didn't I hear any movement just now? I didn't plan to pay attention to it, but the peeping feeling behind it made my heart go straight to the hair. After much hesitation, I still decided to take a look, and I didn't feel sleepy anyway. If I continue to toss like this, I will have to lose sleep until dawn.

This time I was purposeful, but when I looked sideways, I was almost stunned by what I saw.

Instead of disappearing, the figure outside the tent squatted on the ground very eerily, with a face pressed against the tent. Why can I tell that the person is facing me and not facing away from me? That's because I even saw that the tent in front of me had a very strange face bulging in because of the movement of this figure.

Suddenly, my eyes widened, my heart panicked, and I was so frightened that I almost screamed! I was completely unprepared, huddled in the tent and didn't dare to move, staring at that face, breaking out in a cold sweat. I wasn't sure what the figure was doing, but he seemed to be judging if I was awake and had been crouching for a long time.

During that time, I don't know how I survived, and almost all of my energy was spent on restraining my breathing. I couldn't see the man's face through the tent, but I could feel a pair of eyes staring at me. Just as I was trying to determine who he really was, the figure outside the tent jerked to his feet, and I could hear the sound of the leaves being trampled under his feet as he stood up.

My heart suddenly rose to my throat, and my heart said that it was unlucky, could it be that he found out? But then the situation was different from what I had guessed, and when the man stood up, he didn't make any further moves. I mean, he was just standing outside motionless, and I couldn't even tell which direction the figure was facing, but that peeping was gone. I breathed a sigh of relief, and thought to myself that maybe it was just someone's prank, or maybe one of them had a habit of sleepwalking.

When I think about it this way, I suddenly feel a lot more at ease. However, at this moment, I suddenly heard a grim laugh from outside. The voice was extremely high-pitched, and there was a clear purpose and sarcasm in the laughter.

I froze and my mind went blank. It is absolutely impossible to sleepwalk. For a moment I felt the urge to escape, but the only shred of reason I had left kept me from acting rashly. After a long stalemate, I heard the movement of leaves around me, and then I saw the figure turn around and slowly leave. Wait until he's gone so far that he can't hear the man at all. I was completely relieved, and my whole body immediately softened.

I couldn't sleep at all, and after I was relieved, I began to think about what the hell was going on. There was a dead silence outside the tent, and there was no movement. I couldn't resist lifting the curtain open to see what was going on outside the tent. But it was pitch black outside, and the dim moonlight made everything around him very hazy. Without a campfire, I couldn't even see Mars. This shows that the bonfire has been extinguished for a long time.

I wondered in my heart, how did the fire go out? Isn't there a vigil?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that something was wrong, remembering that Cassia had warned me not to sleep too hard, and I couldn't help but regret that I hadn't listened to Cassia before. I wonder how he and Master are doing now? Is this the same situation as me?

After hesitating for a long time, I decided to sneak out to see how Cassia and Master's situation were. I began to fumble for the lamp in the dark, and I had the impression that the lamp must have been placed in the corner behind my feet. But when I touched it, I didn't touch the lamp, but I felt a fluffy mass.

It almost scared my soul away, and I reflexively withdrew my hand, only to hear the thing scream and shoot out against my face. Before I could react, a black shadow slammed into the curtain and flew out.

To be honest, I was taken aback at first, but then I reacted. Judging by the feel and the call, it was supposed to be a hairy bat, no fuss, it must have flown in while I was asleep. But what puzzles me is how did it get in? You must know that the quality and tightness of a marching tent like this are not comparable to ordinary civilian tents, which makes me puzzled.

I found the lamp in the dark, but on second thought, I went out with this thing, isn't it too obvious? If the figure was still nearby, and I lit the lamp, wouldn't that be looking for death? I had no choice but to give up the idea of lighting the lamp and went out in the dark to find it. In my impression, Cassia's tent should be not far from my right, and it shouldn't be a big problem to find it in the dark.

But before I could lift the curtain, I suddenly heard a very rapid footstep outside, and then a black figure fell in through the curtain. Before I could move, the shadow knocked me to the ground, and at the same time covered my mouth with one hand.

The smell of blood on this man was so choking that I could barely breathe. I was extremely uncomfortable by this person, and scolded in my heart, what the hell is this going to sing? Just desperately struggling.

The black shadow gasped and said in a deep voice, "Don't make a sound! It's me! ”

I was stunned, this was clearly the voice of Cassia. Just wanted to ask him what's going on? Cassia covered my mouth.

"Don't ask, they're coming, don't make a sound."

What does Cassia seem to be afraid of? The tone of his voice trembled a little. What do they refer to? Cassia had been desperately restraining his breathing, and I was infected by the atmosphere here, and I began to panic.

Soon, there was movement outside, and I pricked up my ears to listen. At first, there was little movement, as if it was still far away. But it didn't take long for the outside of the tent to start noisy, and the movement was getting louder and louder, sounding as if a huge swarm of countless hairy bats was flying over our heads. At the same time, I heard a low sound of footsteps slowly passing outside the tent.

Cassia seemed to know what was going on outside, and the whole person froze, motionless and waiting for the footsteps outside to slowly walk by. In this way, the whole process lasted about half a pillar of incense, and everything around it stopped. Cassia listened vigilantly to the movement outside, and only after confirming that the danger had passed did he let go of his hand and let out a long sigh of relief.

"What was that?" I'm still a little freaked.

"Yamako." Cassia replied.

Yamakoko? I was stunned for a moment, and was about to ask more. Cassia had already risen from the ground, and he stuck his head out of the tent, not knowing what he was looking at.

I called out to him, and he turned his head and said, "Master is gone, I have to go out, don't move here." As he spoke, he shoved something into my hand. I took it and saw that it was a short knife. This kind of knife, I've seen it on those soldiers before.

"Protect yourself." After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but say that he was about to go out.

I hurriedly grabbed him and asked him, "What about the others?" Cassia shook his head, patted me on the shoulder, and walked out quietly.

I weighed the dagger and was at a loss for what to do.