Early morning. Forest.

A drop of (dew) water falling from a leaf dropped on his face, and Tang Yin, who was lying flat under the tree, his eyelids twitched slightly, and then he woke up slowly.

I don't know why, he had a terrible headache, as if he had countless steel needles growing in his head, stabbing everywhere.

He groaned in pain and raised his hand to rub his forehead vigorously, and after a while he felt a little stronger. He slowly opened his eyes, surveyed the scenery around him, and the more he looked, his eyes widened wider, and finally, unconsciously, he stood up and looked blankly at the dense woods around him.

If I'm not mistaken, why did I suddenly run into the woods when I was staying in a hotel?

I don't know what the situation is, Tang Yin's brows twisted into a pimple. If someone secretly moved themselves here while they were sleeping, it was almost impossible, firstly, no one would do that, and secondly, no one could do it, and even when they were sleeping, they were still very alert, and no one could approach them silently.

Just as he was pondering, a gust of mountain wind blew in the woods, which made Tang Yin shiver, and a layer of (chicken) skin pimples appeared on his body. He looked down, and his old face suddenly turned red, it turned out that his body was naked, not an inch was hung, and his clothes were missing.

What the hell is going on? What a collision with evil spirits! Tang Yin's body weakened, leaned on an old tree beside him, closed his eyes, and quietly recalled what happened last night.

He was drinking in the dance hall, and a girl came to talk to him, but four more thugs came to find fault, he ignored it at the time, and then killed all four thugs in the small alley behind the dance hall, and then he sent the psychedelic girl to the hospital, and went back to the hotel to rest, but after waking up, it was here, and the clothes on his body were gone, which was really weird.

Thinking about it, Tang Yin couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

If that were the case, the other party would have killed him long ago, and he would not have spent so much effort. He had no friends, only one, and that person wouldn't play a trick on him in any way. So what's going on? Tang Yin couldn't figure it out even if he wanted to break his head.

"What the hell!" Tang Yin muttered to himself, he turned back, looked at the old tree behind him, and then took a few steps backwards, and suddenly his body moved forward, using his hands and feet together, and his sturdy body was like a tanuki, and he climbed to the treetops in a few clicks.

He struggled to climb to a high point, put his hands on the pergola, and looked into the distance. What catches your eye is a green, endless forest, as if there is no end, and it is connected with the sky. It's better not to look at it, after reading it, Tang Yin grinned secretly, now he can be sure that this must not be Chengdu, because Chengdu definitely does not have such a large primeval forest.

What is this?

Tang Yin bit his lip, followed the trunk of the tree, and slowly slid down the tree. If it were someone else, I would probably feel desperate at this time, with nothing to grow, and inexplicably came to a huge forest, if you want to survive, it is basically impossible, and Tang Yin is just surprised, but there is no fear in his heart.

He has been wandering in the deep mountains and old forests of the Northeast since he was a child, and the forest is a very familiar place for him, compared to the forests of the Northeast that are more difficult than here, and those who have not tried to spit and foam on the ground will not understand that they have turned into ice particles. He can survive in the northeastern forests of minus 40 or 50 degrees, let alone here?

However, the double knives he used were useless, which made Tang Yin very distressed. For a warrior like him, weapons are life, and losing the double blades is equivalent to losing half a life.

He looked around, picked up a broken fork from the ground, and skillfully broke off the branches on it to make a stick, a strange forest, where danger was everywhere, and there was a stick, or at least a weapon to save his life.

Then he made a ring out of the broken twigs, and fastened them under his own straddle to cover them.

After everything was done, Tang Yin waved his stick in his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "If I let me know who did it, I will never spare him!"

He judged the general direction according to the position of the sun, thought for a moment, and strode north.

He didn't know which direction he could get out of the forest the fastest, it was all by feeling.

This forest seemed to have no end, Tang Yin was still in the forest from the early morning until noon, and at the same time, he was more and more confused, where did such a large forest come from, things were really incomprehensible, who would go to such great lengths to get himself here? He had too many questions in his heart.

Just as he wanted to go up the tree to make another direction, suddenly, he heard a roar in front of him, and because it was too far away, the sound was very vague and low. Tang Yin's spirits were lifted, he was stunned for a moment, shook the wooden stick in his hand vigorously, shook off his legs, and ran quickly in the direction from which the sound came.

The more I ran forward, the clearer and more chaotic the sound of iron clashing and fighting, shouting, and screaming......

There were too many voices mixed together, so chaotic that he couldn't hear the numbers, which made Tang Yin feel as if he was approaching a large battlefield. But it's ridiculous to think about, who would fight in the forest? And with cold weapons, if it's the underworld, it's even funnier, what are they fighting in this deserted place?

Gradually, the trees in the forest became more and more sparse, and there were more large areas of grass, feeling that he was close to the place of chaos, Tang Yin gradually slowed down, and his body subconsciously bent down, cautiously approaching forward.

His attention was focused on the front, suddenly his feet were soft, and he was mixed with a soft thing, Tang Yin couldn't stand, and grabbed his head on the ground, fortunately, it was grass, and he didn't feel pain when he fell on it, he cursed in a low voice, got up from the ground, turned his head and looked, his face suddenly (revealed) shock, it turned out that he was a person, a person covered in blood, lying motionless on the ground.

Tang Yin gasped and stared at the man with a frown.

The man was dressed in a black robe, leather armor painted with black paint on his chest, with boots at his feet, a spear in his hand, and a steel helmet made of black iron when he looked up.

Tang Yin burst out laughing, raised his eyes and looked around, and the sound of fighting was full of sounds in the ear chakra, but the camera did not see it. Obviously, the camera is not here at all, and the actor who plays the dead man is so dedicated, isn't he?" Thinking about it, he picked up a stick and stabbed the man, and said, "Get up, brother, your play is over!"

The man lay on the ground unresponsive, motionless, not even breathing, and his pale face was no different from that of a dead man.

Tang Yin raised his eyebrows (hair), slowly put the stick back, and saw that the head of the stick was sticky with the blood stains on the person's body, he dipped it with his fingers, sticky, and when he looked down and smelled it, there was a sweet smell. Tang Yin was experienced, and immediately realized that this was real blood, not fake, his eyes widened, he approached the person, and reached out (touched) (touched) the person's neck, his body temperature was cold, and there was no pulse in his veins at all.

Tang Yin was secretly surprised, this is a real dead person, not a fake, in this way, this is not acting and making a movie, but a real fight! It's just very strange, how can anyone still wear such clothes now. Tang Yinteng stood up, wanted to pass through the forest, went outside to see what was going on, took two steps, he paused again, and looked down at his * (naked) body covered by only a circle of branches, which was more terrifying than the dead man's behavior.

He sighed, looked back at the corpse on the ground, walked back again, and muttered, "Excuse me, friend, your clothes are more useful to me than to you!" As he spoke, he took off the corpse's clothes and quickly put them on himself. It's just that Tang Yin didn't know at this time that when he put on this dress, his life began to change completely.

Tang Yin is of medium stature, as long as the size of the clothes is not too special, he can basically wear them. Wearing the clothes of a dead man, although the slimy blood made Tang Yin feel uncomfortable, it was much better than slipping out naked. Finally, he picked up the leather armor and shook it in his hand, feeling that it was quite heavy, and threw it away, but pulled out the spear from the corpse's hand, and carried it in his hand, which was really in danger, and the spear was much more effective than the stick he had just made.

With the clothes and the weapons, Tang Yin glanced at the corpse on the ground, laughed evilly, then took a deep breath, and drilled out of the woods.

When he came out of the woods, brushed aside the thick wild grass, and looked out, he was stunned by the scene before him.