The cloudy peaks of the mountains were not moonlighted, the stars were dim, and the peaks covered with stones were only faintly cast through the thick clouds.

In the quiet night, there is only the sound of the wind as sharp as a knife in the ears, and tiny insects hide behind a mountain rock, squeaking happily from time to time.

The humidity on the top of the mountain is extremely heavy, and the restless insect chirping is becoming more and more intense.

Ha, autumn! Zhu Beichen shivered coldly in his sleep, pulled his tattered coat, and wrapped his upper body tighter.

He squinted his eyes and swept his surroundings, a cool breath carrying a thick white cloud into his lungs, and his stomach was furrowed.

It's so cold!

Zhu Beichen just wanted to close his eyelids and curl up in the shape of a shrimp to reduce the area of his body exposed to the air, intending to continue to sleep.

Hey! Only then did he remember, no, he had clearly remembered that Sanqian was lying under the stone not far from the opposite side. Even though the fog seemed to be thicker now, the slight changes were still clearly visible from a few meters away.

Half a minute ago, in a daze, the big stone was empty, where was the slightest figure, where did the three thousand run? At that time, he didn't pay attention to it, and he didn't react until this short meeting passed.

His heart was in shock, his surroundings seemed to be still for a while, the cold wind was no longer so strong, the sound of insects had stopped, and he had a premonition that something was going to happen!

Zhu Beichen didn't dare to sleep anymore, the scorching body temperature caused by fear rose, constantly dispelling the cold on the top of the mountain, and the surrounding environment was changing at an imperceptible speed.

The clouds and mist around the mountain continue to gather towards this peak, but there is not the slightest wind at the top of the mountain at this time, these clouds and mist are more like moving on their own in a windless state, Zhu Beichen, who is at the top of the mountain, naturally did not find that the clouds and mist gathered more and more, until the vision in front of him became more and more blurred, just a meter away, and things were indistinguishable.

"Three thousand, three thousand, you're not here, where did you go?" He was standing beside the mountain rock that the three thousand were leaning on before, and there was still a faint body temperature on the stone, and the three thousand must have left soon.

In the layers of fog, there is an indescribable weirdness, Zhu Beichen always feels that there are some unknown mountain ghosts and ghosts hidden behind the fog at all times, and they will jump out from behind him at any time. He had to brace his spirits, leaning against a boulder with his back and his eyes fixed on the movements around him, to feel more at ease.

Everything in front of him became hazy, and the white mist of the single head always made Zhu Beichen restless, and he became timid and obscene when he was alone.

Gloom! Repression! Lonely! Disturbed!

All kinds of bad and negative emotions were pressing on his nerves at the moment, and he secretly thought that even at this time, it would be good for you to give me a few insect screams, at least there would be no such silent fear. But what always responds to him is endless fog and silence!

By the way, what about my scimitar, the boulder that I had curled up a few minutes ago had long since disappeared into the mist, and along with the scimitar, my memory was set aside. With a blade in hand, you won't have the slightest power to parry enemies in the shadows, right?

Zhu Beichen collected the original memories, the distance he left was only a few meters away, no matter how low the visibility around him was, there would be no mistake in the specific direction and location, touch the ground and quickly dodge over, pick up the scimitar and come back.

You should be fine until dawn, but don't make any mess. He prayed silently.

Zhu Beichen first lowered the center of his body, bowed, bent down, and supported the pitted surface of the mountain rock with the palm of his hand. The dense white fog has almost no visibility at all, and you can only barely see your eyelashes, and if you don't walk straight, you will trip over the uneven surface.

One step, then a second step carefully, until the third step is taken. Everything went smoothly.

Zhu Beichen's judgment was correct, the previous position was a few meters away, and the stone that he had leaned on in the middle of the night was still there, and the scimitar was resting on the ground.

His right hand tugged and swiped on the ground, tiny stones grinding against his skin. A sharp object similar to metal, the cold and heart-cold iron touch transmitted the temperature along Zhu Beichen's fingers.

Yes, that's it, the blade is flat and the blade is sharp! When I first touched the blade, I almost cut my fingers.

He ran his way to the side of the blade, looking for the position of the hilt. The shape of Hei Miao's scimitar is exaggerated, and the knife is more than three feet long, especially some of the clan witch guards, who are holding a giant knife that is five feet long.

Zhu Beichen felt that this knife was really inconvenient, it was very sharp to use it to chop wood and chop people, why is it so difficult to find a knife handle at this time, it is like touching a long-legged beauty, touching it all the way, the legs are slender and slender, and after touching it for a long time, I didn't touch the key part.

In the fog, every movement was extremely difficult, Zhu Beichen's whole body was exposed, and there was no support, and the uneasy emotions in his heart became more and more aggravated.

Uh, huh? What a thing!

He tinkered for a long time, and finally moved his hand from the blade to the other end, estimating that it should also be the position of the hilt. It is said that the wooden handle should not be as cold, how do you feel that the handle is more permeable than the blade?

That's not right! What is this, wait, four little pillars, well, the fifth one is a little bit smaller. A flat mass of land in the middle, soft to the touch, not quite like metal?

I'll go, this is obviously a palm, Zhu Beichen was also taken aback by his own thoughts, it should obviously be in the position of the handle of the knife, when did there be an extra hand, and he took the handle of the scimitar one step ahead of him.

He froze there at the moment, is it better to move or not to move? This hand is cold, it can't be a dead man, right? Then you might as well say something, people are scary, but they will scare people to death.

"Who, who, who's where? Speak. Zhu Beichen's throat trembled, and his speech began to be a little incoherent.

Quiet, absolute tranquility. The hand holding the handle of the knife did not echo the owner!

Black Miao is mysterious and evil in the eyes of secular people, and Wushan is regarded as a holy mountain by the Miao people of Heishui River, and the mystery is even more serious, and it seems that it is normal for anything bizarre to happen here.

During the day, the huge giant ape was like a genetic mutation of the xenomorph, leaving Zhu Beichen's psychological shadow to disappear, and the ghost knew what strange existence there was in this mountain.

Didn't you say that you would be safe at the top of the mountain, Lao Tzu had been starving and freezing all night, and now he can't even sleep well, three thousand, you liar! You're gone.

Zhu Beichen was thinking wildly, and the hands that didn't know who they were on moved instantly!

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