"Bamboo pole, don't talk about it!

Brother Li drank the young sailor in front of him with a low anger, and his eyes scanned the sky in a bit of a panic, as if he was afraid that something would suddenly appear.

Fortunately, there were still only clouds in the sky.

He lowered his head and just wanted to continue to reprimand the young man in front of him who didn't know the depths, but saw that several people behind him had already packed up their things and walked over.

So he only lowered his head and lowered his voice.

"Bamboo poles, these can't be said again, not in the village, not here, not anywhere. ”

With that, he jumped from the bow of the boat to the shallows below with a cold face and silence, and smashed a splash of water, which splashed him all over in the cold water, and he only lightly wiped the droplets of water in front of him, and then bent down and pulled the cable from the bow of the boat and dragged it to the shore.

"Bang" "Bang"

Others also came down to the water to help, even the eldest Liu Laohan was no exception. Several people shouted in unison, pulling the boat into the shallower sand.

The bamboo pole stood behind Brother Li, pulling hardest, and taking advantage of the gap between the slogans to stop and ventilate, he whispered to Brother Li.

"Big brother, I'm sorry, I know it's wrong. ”

But Li Han in front of him didn't answer him, the cable that he was pulling hard with his back was deeply strained into his shoulder, and the face of Fang Zheng Shen Yi who looked in front of him was silent and tired.

The seven surviving fishermen pulled the boat to the beach and anchored it to a huge reef before they turned around and walked towards the island.

They took out hunting weapons such as hatchets and steel forks from their bodies, and the group cautiously walked into the jungle.

Except for Liu Laohan, who was almost fifty years old, all of them were young and strong fishermen in their twenties and thirties, but some were sturdy, and some were as thin as bamboo poles.

The forest was filled with the soft sound of water drops on the leaves and branches of the trees after the rainstorm of the previous night, but other than that, it was very quiet, and there was no movement of wild beasts, not even the sound of insects that were everywhere in the dense forest.

In the dense forest, where there was only the monotonous sound of water droplets, and in front of them were covered by the ubiquitous fog on this side of the sea, and they couldn't see far, even if there were many people and weapons around them, several people couldn't help but feel a little timid.

"Brother Li, you are the only one of us who has been to the Ghost Sea many times, is there no wild thing on the island of the Ghost Sea, why is it so quiet?"

A fisherman swallowed a mouthful of saliva and couldn't help the fear in his heart.

"Fang Wu, speak quietly. Let's change lanes. There could be something ferocious in this area. ”

Brother Li also felt that something was wrong, and cautiously led everyone to change directions. But after walking in this direction for a while, there was still silence all around.

"Brother Li, was it the same when you came here before?"

Fang Wu, who had just spoken, couldn't help but ask softly again.

"Isn't it abnormal to have a sea of ghosts this time? How deep we walked in, we encountered a storm and a white ghost. There must be a limit to bad luck. ”

At the end of his speech, there was a cry in his voice.

Everyone else also whispered softly, only Liu Laohan, who was scared half to death last night, obediently shut his mouth.

"Shut up, don't scare yourselves. Maybe it's just that there's no wild stuff in this forest in the first place. ”

Brother Li scolded angrily in a low voice, looking at these people with helplessness in his eyes.

It is becoming more and more difficult to choose people in several villages, and the first waves of people are the best hunters and fishermen in the village, but the more people die, the fewer and fewer people can choose in the end, and the quality is getting worse and worse.

And in such a dangerous place, a person with poor quality may drag a team of people to death.

He lowered his head, remembering that when those white ghosts appeared last night, if it wasn't for someone screaming and causing the white ghosts to start killing, maybe the whole boat would not have died.

It was the worst team he had ever led, but it was in danger that he had never seen before.

At the moment when he lowered his head, a huge white shadow swept through the fog in front of him.

He was about to tell the group to move on, when suddenly one of the people in the group let out an exclamation, and the person closest to him turned around, only to smell the strong smell of blood and see a huge white shadow flashing by.

The great fear of the white demons of last night came back to their hearts.

"The ghost has come ashore!"

The crowd didn't know who shouted, and the team that had already become frightened birds collapsed at once, and everyone scattered and fled.

"Don't run, it's not a ghost, it's a beast, it's a beast, take up arms. ”

Although it was only for a moment, the calm Brother Li saw that the white shadow was probably a beast, picked up the steel fork and ran against the fleeing people to meet the mist, shouting.

"Roar"

But it was too late, and the crowd dispersed only for a moment, when a beast roared, and another man was knocked down by the great white shadow and dragged into the fog, leaving behind a cry of terror and a trail of bright red blood.

That person was the bamboo pole standing next to Brother Li.

"No!"

Brother Li yelled and stretched out his hand to grab it, the bamboo pole was his nephew since he was a child, and the two of them were like brothers.

But the white shadow was too large, and the speed was too agile, and his outstretched hand didn't catch anything.

Just when he was in despair, suddenly the dense fog in front of him rolled violently, and a terrible tiger roar resounded through the mountain forest.

The next moment, a huge white tiger flew out in the thick fog, crashed into a trajectory without fog, and smashed down several trees heavily.

The white tiger shook its huge head, and struggled to get up quickly, lying on the ground with its front paws, and the huge tiger head was low, and let out a deafening roar in front of it.

And ahead, there is the sound of a person's steady footsteps.

A man walked slowly in the direction of the mist that had been broken by the white tiger.

Clothed, barefoot, with an unscabbarded wooden sword at his waist, and a large black iron long box behind his back.

It was a pale-faced young man, with long hair on his head untied and extremely long. Spread out to the waist, revealing a strange feeling.

And his complexion was so white, whether it was his face in his long hair, or his feet in the muddy water under the forest, they were as white as jade, like a newborn baby who had never been exposed to the sun.

"Roar"

The huge white tiger, which was more than three meters long, let out a low grunt in its throat before the beast attacked, but it retreated slightly with the forward and backward of the thin young man.

"Ho"

The weak-looking pale boy approached the tiger, a beast-like roar rolling in his throat. Only then did the others see that the young man's eyes were blood-red, and as he approached, a pressure more terrible than that of a tiger slowly pressed.

Between humans and tigers, it is like a duel between two of the most terrifying beasts in the forest.

"Is the overlord of this silent area the White Tiger or this weird boy?"

The fishermen, who were trembling and watching the approaching sides, couldn't help but have this strange thought in their hearts.

"Roar"

As a result of the confrontation, the white tiger jumped up unbearably and pounced towards the boy.

"Bang"

The footsteps fell heavily, and a huge mud puddle exploded where the boy was standing, and the speed of the young man who was slowly approaching suddenly increased, and he collided violently with the huge white tiger in the air.

Some of the fishermen who watched this scene couldn't help but exclaim.

With a "bang", the scene where the fishermen foresaw the young man being directly knocked into the air or thrown to the ground by the white tiger did not appear, and the two figures, one large and one small, were staring in the air on a par with each other.

But it was only for a moment, and in the next moment, the pale young man suddenly flipped his wrists with both hands, clasped the white tiger's front paws, and dragged the white tiger to the ground fiercely.

"Bang"

The muddy water splashed, the white mist rolled, and a tiger fell to the ground one after another, and the tiger roar shook like thunder, which was extremely sad.

The muddy water rolled, the white mist gathered, and the others did not dare to approach, only to hear the mournful roar of a tiger, the muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground again and again, and the dull sound of fists like beating drums.

The battle did not last long, and after about a quarter of an hour, the barefoot boy with his hair scattered stepped out of the white mist with blood, his face splashed with blood, and his bare feet stood in a pool of blood, still as white as jade.

He stood silently in front of a few fishermen who had not had time to flee just now, his blood-colored pupils staring at the few people in front of him quietly, like a newborn beast looking at something.

It was obviously a young man who looked so weak, but those fishermen felt as if they were being targeted by a huge beast more terrifying than the white tiger, and the cold and tyrannical aura made them dare not move.

But there is still a timid one who can't withstand this pressure. The pale staggered back, shouting frantically.

"Monsters!"

and they will flee into the forest.

"Don't go!"

The boy who was called the monster suddenly spoke, not loud and hoarse, but with a strange majesty, and the timid fisherman's steps could not help but pause.

"Fang Wu, don't go yet!"

Brother Li grabbed the man, afraid that someone would anger this very strange-looking young man if someone left.

He turned his head to look at the young man who was still staring at them, plucked up his courage to give a polite smile, and arched his hand.

"Thank you, little brother, for saving your life. In Xia Li Han, I don't know what the little brother is called?"

Although his language was polite, it had a thick Beihai accent, and he didn't understand the young man's words at all just now, but only roughly guessed what he meant based on the young man's actions.

So, just as he didn't understand the boy's words.

The young man looked at him, and there was confusion in his blood-colored pupils, and he couldn't understand Li Han's words at all.

He said tentatively.

"Take me away!"

"Hmm, the little brother doesn't understand the language of our Beihai County, what about the official language of the Great Xia Dynasty?"

Li Han was also stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that the young man in front of him was really not from Beihai County, so he asked again in the official language of the Great Xia Dynasty.

But the young man in front of him was still confused, and he couldn't understand his words at all.

Only then did he notice that the young man's clothes, which had many blood stains and tears, were very strange, and they had never seen before.

It's a bit ancient.

As one of the few people in the village who has been to the capital, he has seen the trend of retro clothes set off in the song of the national capital, but it is somewhat similar to the clothes of the young man in front of him.

I don't know the official dialect of Daxia or the local language of Beihai, and I wear ancient meanings.

Could it be that this boy came from ancient times?

He thought incredulously.