(Modified a little later in the previous chapter)————————————

Under the bleak moonlight, the entire camp was dark and silent, and the thick black ink-like miasma was like an enchantment, isolating the entire camp from the outside world.

In the dead silence, the sound of rustling was expanding little by little, and gradually spreading in the direction of the tent.

Something crawled over the ground, the unburned dry wood of the fire was crushed, making a soft "click" sound, and the sporadic sparks under the fire burned something,

There were a few shadows faintly in the black mist, and they staggered to their feet, and in a strange arched bridge-like posture, they straddled a circle of pale yellow powder around the tent, and their huge bodies writhed, and with each step forward, the blood-red snakes wrapped around their bodies would squirm with them, and from time to time there were small snakes that were not entangled and staggered down.

At the very top of the huge snake cocoon was a bright red cockscomb snake that was huge compared to the rest of the snakes, shaking the fiery red cockscomb, directing the snake cocoon, and running towards the tent where the sweet potatoes were placed with a clear goal.

There was a loud bang.

It's as if the mudslide rolls down, carrying the stumps and broken leaves, splitting the head and covering the face, smashing on the roof of the tent, menacing.

As soon as Zhang Qixun covered the mud-coated tarp on the fat man and Wu Xiaoxie, who had no idea what was going on in the outside world, he heard movement on the other side of the tent five meters away from them.

Immediately after that, there was a heavier muffled sound, and the skeleton supporting the tent could be heard breaking, followed by the tarpaulin tearing and making a "zila" sound, and the tent finally collapsed because it could not withstand the gravity.

The sound of crashing came from all sides of the camp, and after a few loud bangs, the tent collapsed.

Zhang Qixun listened to the sound of the argument with his ears sideways, and in less than a cup of tea, several tents in which he placed hot sweet potatoes as stand-ins were destroyed by pheasant necks.

The heavy sound of dragging has not stopped, and when they pass by the tent where they are, they seem to be standing unsteadily and shaking on it, and the tent shakes violently, and it is still for a long time, as if it feels that there is no prey here, and the sound of dragging gradually fades away.

Zhang Qixun quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and at this moment, the fat man on the marching bed made a movement.

Xu is gas mask is too stuffy, coupled with the thick wet mud, the fat man covered a little breathless, he snorted, raised his leg and kicked the tarp covering his body.

Zhang Qixun scolded secretly, and immediately bowed over and re-covered it.

At this time, the fat man suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were misty, and when he saw a black shadow squatting beside him, he trembled with fright, and immediately turned over and was about to jump up, so that the marching bed squeaked.

Zhang Qi said that he was going to suffer, and hurriedly bent his knees on his stomach to hold him down, and pressed the night light on his watch, gesturing at him.

In his sleep, the fat man felt as if something was pressing on his chest, like a scale, he was a little out of breath, his throat was dry and tight, and he kicked away the thing that was pressing him in a daze, but the thing was like a tumbler, kicked out and shook it back, and his heart was on fire all of a sudden.

Panting and glaring at his eyes, he suddenly found that there was a shining black shadow in front of him, guarding the side like a ghost who was asking for his life, so frightened that he almost screamed, coupled with the feeling of being as heavy as the ghost pressing the bed on his body, cold sweat instantly came out of his back, and he jumped straight to the heavenly spirit cover, and his heart was cold all of a sudden.

Before the stiffness of his body could be relieved, he saw that the black shadow made a small fluorescence, illuminating the black gas mask on the black shadow's face, and made a few gestures that he was very familiar with, and the fat man's numb brain reacted at once.

Feeling that he seemed to be wearing something on his face again, he reached out and touched it, and immediately realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly nodded at Zhang Qixun.

Zhang Qi saw that he had reacted, so he lowered his knees, pointed to the tent to signal him that there was a situation outside, don't move, and then turned off the night light of his watch.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Wu Xiaoxie seemed to have been woken up by the movement outside, and as soon as he opened his eyes, Zhang Qi's eyes were quick, and he reached out and pressed on his neck and was stunned.

Well, this time it's gone.

I don't know how long the stalemate lasted, outside

The crash stopped, followed by a long period of dead silence.

Zhang Qixun turned on the night light of his watch and looked at the time, at 5:39, the night finally passed.

Two light footsteps sounded outside the tent, and then the curtain of the door was lifted from the outside.

A ray of light shone through the crack, and it was dawn.

"It's okay for you." Panzi had already taken off his gas mask, and the little brother was standing behind him with a knife.

Zhang Qixun realized that he was stiff at this time, and wanted to stand up, but when he moved his feet slightly, the soreness of his heart jumped up from the soles of his feet, like electricity, his legs suddenly couldn't get stronger, and his body was crooked and planted to the side.

Pan Zi hurriedly helped Zhang Qixun to sit on the empty marching bed next to him, and reached out to press the acupuncture points on his calf.

"You kid, this is guarding the little third master, they squatted all night." Pan Zi said with a smile.

Zhang Qixun waved his hand tiredly and took off the gas mask on his face.

The little brother rolled up the curtain and hung it on the iron hook on the side, so that the early morning sun could fully shine in and dispel the darkness of the room.

The fat man immediately jumped up, looked out of the tent, and was startled, and hurriedly asked, "What was the movement last night?" Is this a tornado? How the camp became like this?"

Panzi explained the ins and outs of the matter clearly.

When the fat man heard this, he scolded, "***, the ghost of this turtle grandson is really special and the ghost is not gone."

Pan Zi woke up the sleeping Wu Xiaoxie.

A few people walked out of the tent, and there was a mess outside.

In the shallow mist, the camp that had just been put in place yesterday was now as if it had been looted by a flash flood, and there were ruins everywhere, except for their two tents that were covered with mud, all the other tents collapsed and rotted into a heap.

The huge camp was empty and barren, with a lot of stray trailing marks on the ground, and it was clear that it was some behemoth that had attacked them last night.

"Damn." Pan Zi scolded, "I really let Muyu be accurate, this is the ghost here when we came yesterday, it seems that the third master and they were indeed attacked by snakes."

Wu Xiaoxie gasped, his face turned a little pale, "No wonder there is so much equipment left in the tent, Third Uncle, they must have suffered heavy losses at that time."

Everyone is almost dead, and the extra equipment is naturally useless.

The fat man wondered, "But we checked around and didn't find any corpses or bloodstains around the camp."

Wu Xiaoxie nodded, "So, those corpses were either buried and cleaned up by the third uncle, or they were taken away by the pheasant's neck."