The picture was still still, and Zhu Beichen in the tent stared at the face projected on the inner wall of the tent, deliberately suppressing his breathing, for fear of disturbing the faces in the night. In a state of extreme fear, Dou Da's sweat continued to flow down.

The occupants of the other two tents were motionless, presumably in a deep sleep. Zhu Beichen didn't know much about Nissan's situation, but he knew that Han Qingxin had always been a very alert person, and he would stay awake even in his sleep, however, they were like dead people, and they didn't notice anything strange on their side at all.

In just one minute, he had a lot of scenarios in his mind, but he denied them one by one. He believed that with Han Qingxin's skills, even if there was an accident, he would not disappear from his sight so silently, and he had not closed his eyes this night. I can't remember when they started, but there was no movement.

The scimitar slowly unsheathed, the blade tearing the scabbard with a subtle sound, and he couldn't wait any longer.

In the middle of the night, when a person is alone, the sense of fear will be magnified several times at the same time, and people's feelings in danger are complicated and panicked.

Holding the scimitar out of the sheath in his right hand, the heavy blade of the knife made Zhu Beichen's wrist a little difficult, and his left hand carefully pulled down the zipper of the tent, and the cold dew poured into the tent with the cold wind.

Nervously looking at the environment outside the tent, the face was outside, and it might soon be encountered when he stepped out of the tent. And what exactly is it, where did Han Qingxin and Nissan go.

Zhu Beichen hesitated.

He couldn't wait any longer, so he picked up his scimitar and rushed straight out of the tent, throwing himself into the fog, looking for the direction where the face was.

In the white fog, objects three meters away will become blurred. Under the human face, there is a fleeting figure, a miserable white costume, flowing clothes and materials, flying against the mist. The face only shows a hazy outline, and the facial features are not visible.

The haze moves and changes with the wind, and the figures gradually disappear into the fog.

After calming down slightly, Zhu Beichen hurriedly moved towards the other two tents. The flashlights from the batteries in the tent are still lit and easy to identify.

But the two tents were actually empty, and Nissan and Han Qingxin disappeared. He thought, this is another dream, and he will wake up eventually. Everything was so real, the cold wind washed through the cuffs and sleeves, and the chill kept him awake.

Everything in Nissan's tent was neatly stacked, and the bedding seemed to have never been spread out, folded squarely and stacked in a corner of the tent. In the other tent, the bedding was very messy, as if the sleeping people were frightened, and hurriedly lifted them to the side, and the people who left were in a hurry.

Zhu Beichen is very good at observing, especially the small details, in an extremely quiet and sober state, he quickly analyzed the situation in the tent before the two left, outlining what kind of trouble they would encounter.

There was a slight sound of walking on the surface, and Zhu Beichen's hearing became acute during this time.

In an unfamiliar environment, someone is walking in the direction of himself with his feet on the ground, suppressing his breath. He remembered the face of the person outside the tent who ran away before, could it be it.

The hand holding the scimitar trembled a little, and the beating of his heart was heard very clearly, and his breathing became more and more rapid. The voice came from behind him, and he was carefully calculating the frequency of the other party's steps, estimating the distance of the other party as much as possible based on the magnitude of the sound coming from the ground.

The scimitar swung out diagonally behind at great speed, and the swift blade slashed through the surrounding layers of mist, and the sharp blade crest rubbed against the air fiercely in high-speed operation, making a buzzing sound unique to metal knives. This was the first time Zhu Beichen had used a scimitar, and the weight of the blade was so heavy that he couldn't control it, but driven by his nervous emotions, he swung it almost perfectly, and the blade slashed through a playful arc in mid-air, rushing towards the object behind him.

Boom, boom!

At the same time, a sharp knife cut through the fog, and the momentum was more calm and skillful, and the strength was also amazing, faintly containing some internal strength.

The two iron tools collided fiercely in the fog, and the sparks they brought out sprayed around the blade, and the sonorous sound of metal striking was so harsh in the field. Zhu Beichen held the scimitar's right hand, and the tiger's mouth was shaken by the huge impact force and was a little detached, the scimitar flew out of his hand, and the rotating scimitar swirled in the air, hovering and landing on the stone ground not far away.

He looked at the figure opposite with some surprise, still a hazy humanoid silhouette. The figure held a metal iron weapon in his right hand, and under the impact of his full swing and sweeping, the person who came could still hold the weapon after knocking his scimitar flying, which was an unexpected situation.

The weapon that flashed with cold light, with a curved shape at the tip of the middle, was also a scimitar. It is almost the same mold as the weapon that was shot down at the right time.

Only then did Zhu Beichen confirm that the figure in front of him was none other than the missing Han Qingxin.

Holding a long breath, his body felt weak, his tense emotions were relaxed, and his body sat directly on the stone floor.

The figure in the fog walked slowly, and the bend in his hand was still filled with a dazzling cold light, and the killing intent was fierce. Under the face that has faded from the fog, the familiar facial features, the familiar aura that lingers around him on weekdays, all of them are unstable in Zhu Beichen's panicked heart at this moment.

"How are you?" Han Qingxin found Zhu Beichen in the mist in time, and when the opponent's knife intent attacked, he deliberately suppressed the force on his wrist, and he was able to knock the opponent's scimitar away.

"Where did you go just now, I couldn't see anyone, so I ran out with a knife." He sat on the ground panting for breath, the collision had exhausted most of his physical strength, and in retrospect, it was particularly thrilling.

"Someone is pretending to be a ghost here, and when I saw a white face, I chased him out, and the man ran very fast." Han Qingxin's hairline is a little messy, and the lines at the corners of her clothes are cracked, and the situation may not be as easy as she said.

"Did you see that guy too? I ran after it, too. The same strange figure led the two away.

"Nissan is gone, this place is not quite right, I will keep vigil tonight and leave as soon as possible tomorrow morning." Nissan is really gone.

Zhu Beichen did not refuse her request for a vigil, and he was very tired under repeated fright.

It wasn't his intention to bully a woman like this, but he really needed to rest.