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Your sister, at least tell me what to chase.

There was no time to ask, the fat man barely slowed down, and rushed down the gentle slope towards the foot of the mountain. The weathered stones he had stepped on rolled down the ridge, and the sound of the stones rolling was intertwined with the sound of him stepping on the ground like a wild boar.

At his speed, it is estimated that if he didn't catch up quickly, he would have disappeared into the woods below the mountain in a blink of an eye. I ran after him down the mountain.

Although we went up a gentle slope, this so-called gentle slope was only relative to the other sides, and in fact the slope of this gentle slope was quite steep. I ran down and realized that this was death.

Most of the gentle slopes have vegetation and relatively thick soil, but there are also bare rocky mountains, and there are no soles under your feet, so you don't dare to control your speed with your feet when you run, and you don't know which foot will step on soft soil or stones, or even step into a dirt pit. You can only use your hands to slow down the speed of the tree trunks along the way.

But the fat man didn't slow down at all, and rushed straight down the hill with a 'boom', forcing me to give up slowing down. I was supposed to fly down and crash into a pile of bushes at the foot of the mountain. My face and bare skin should have been devastated, and I felt like I had been slashed by countless sharp knives.

There was a passage through the bushes to the woods, which the fat man had stepped all the way out. There were shrapnel and blood stains of the fat man's clothes on it. This scene makes me feel painful, I think this thing is absolutely uncontrollable to break in, stepping out of such a way even a wild boar can't carry it!

I jumped into the passage and ran through the bushes, and saw that the fat man had plunged headlong into the woods.

The moment the fat man broke into the woods, he pointed his left hand in one direction and shouted without looking back: "Go over there and block the man in black." I threw him over. ”

I felt that I was a little slower, and I couldn't hear the fat man's shouting, at least not in the direction he was pointing. I really don't know where his confidence comes from, if this is a trust in me, then I am even more ashamed, I didn't even expect to be able to keep up with the speed of the fat man.

The inside of the tall rainforest is very dark and humid, and the rising sun has not yet dispelled the miasma of fog in the forest, and the fat man disappears into it the moment he runs into the forest. Without hesitation, I rushed into the woods in the direction the fat man had pointed out.

Look at the fat man's desperate efforts. I don't doubt that the fat man can push the other party in this direction, I am worried that I can't keep up with his speed. Although the direction is determined, whether I can block the opponent depends on the speed, the problem is that explosiveness is not my strong point, I am better at fighting endurance.

I finally knew that he was chasing a person, and he had obvious characteristics, wearing black clothes. If he is chasing a dog or a roe deer. I thought I'd break down on the spot and choke and cry. And this person is the one who followed him two days ago. Otherwise, the fat man would not be so impulsive.

As soon as I entered the woods I started cursing, and I thought the fat man should be cursing louder. The floor of the forest was covered with a thick layer of rotting leaves, and there was a muddy and slippery semi-swampy wetland underneath, which contrasted so much with the hard ground outside that I almost slid out on my stomach as soon as I rushed into the forest.

I immediately thought that the fat man suddenly disappeared into the woods, probably in the same way as I did. Fortunately, my arms and upper body were desperately rising. Didn't plunge headlong into the mud of rotting leaves, I hope the fat man has good luck, his physique and the speed of rushing into the woods, if he plunges headlong into the mire, it is estimated that it will be difficult to climb out. There is a possibility of sleeping here.

When I got up and continued to run, I couldn't help but feel sympathy for the fat man. Although the rotten leaves are very thick, the fibers of the rotten leaves can increase the friction and play a role in preventing them from falling into the mire. My weight is not too heavy, and if I move my feet too often, I basically can't sink too deep. The fat man's body size and weight, eighty percent of each foot is sunk into the thigh.

I could only run in the direction I felt, the vegetation in the rainforest was so dense that I had to keep bypassing the thick giant trees and arm-thick vines, and I quickly lost my direction. I couldn't tell where I was going, and soon after entering the woods, the miasma of fog in the woods cut me off from the outside, and I was surrounded by a fog like moisture.

You can't stop, once you're stuck in the mire, it's too hard to get up to speed. I whistled as I ran, and the miasma of the woods could block my view but not the sound, and the woods were not so large that the fat man could not hear my whistle.

Sure enough, as soon as my whistle fell, another whistle answered me in a certain direction of the woods. I immediately redirected and ran towards the place where the fat man was whistling.

In fact, the whistle between me and the fat man can convey more complex information, not just positioning, I am running out of breath now, and I can no longer make a complex whistle, it is estimated that the fat man is similar to me, or even more embarrassed than me. There is also the foul-smelling mud on my hands, and it is already a sin for me to put my hands in my mouth and whistle, and if I want to make a complicated sound, I think I will spit it out first.

But it worked, and the two of us echoed, and soon we got closer, and I finally saw the man we were chasing.

Of course, that man knew that he was surrounded by two people, and the whistles of me and the fat man came and went, and the fool could understand what we were doing. But the fat man pressed him too much, and he didn't dare to break through from the fat man's side knowing that he was going to be encircled.

This is a Hakka of medium stature, with a wide cloth belt tied around his waist to keep his traditional Hakka clothes from looking bulky. The appearance is very ordinary, the expression on the face is very nervous, if anything, it is that this person has short hair. This is the second Hakka I have seen with short hair.

He almost rushed towards me, and the fat man behind him was like a medium tank, and the mud and rotten leaves were flying everywhere.

Of course I wouldn't let him rush past me, I still had an advantage in height, I rushed at him with no loss of speed, and at the moment of contact, I jumped up and pounced on him.

Unexpectedly, this Hakka was very nimble, and at the moment when my hand was almost about to grab him, he suddenly jumped up and flew over my head. I almost fainted, how could he fly in this muddy field.

However, my flexibility was not bad, and in a flash of light, I made a spin in the air and lifted a leg to kick him in the face.

This moment his movements were deformed, and he rolled in the air. 'Snap' fell to the ground. Before he could get up, the fat man pounced on him like a wall, crushing the Hakka family, who was not too thin, into the mire.

I looked at the scene in front of me sympathetically. I can't see the Hakka anymore, he is completely buried in the mire.

"Why are you running?" The fat man pulled the heads of the Hakka people out of the mire.

I felt that this Hakka had been pressed to the point of not much air, his head was full of mud, and he couldn't tell where the eyes were and where the nose was, and only when he opened his mouth did he notice that it was a mouth.

"Why are you chasing?" (To be continued......)