Yi Feng held a torch and walked around the freight yard in the moonlight, and the others didn't know what he was going to do, and stood there watching him.

Suddenly, he stopped, shone his torch on a small footprint in the grass, and then, following the direction of the footprint, looked into the darkness ahead. The night wind blew, blowing the withered yellow weeds under the moon, and the mountains and forests in the distance were like black bones clasped on the earth.

"I'll take a look!" Yi Feng handed the torch to the people around him and looked at Shen Lixiao, "Here I ask Uncle Shen San to take care of the aftermath, those children ......"

After thinking about it, he whispered, "Don't return their bodies to their families!"

Sending them back would be even more harmful to their families.

Shen Lixiao naturally understood what he meant, and said, "Where are you going?"

"That missing girl should still be alive!" Yi Feng turned his head to look, "There are no other people's footprints here...... I want to find out what the hell is going on!"

"Be careful!" said Shen Lixiao, "but do you want to send more people with you?"

"No!" Yi Feng said, "I'm faster alone!"

Turning around, the electric light flashed under his feet, and the next moment, his whole person was already shooting out like a leopard, the wind blew through the grass, the weeds parted to the sides, and his vigorous figure disappeared into the distant mountain forest.

After he left, Shen Lixiao commanded the others to clean up the body.

In the dim and dark mountains and forests, Yi Feng walked on a dragon walk, like a dragon, running among the trees. A tree greeted him, moving to the left in his field of vision, followed by the next.

Under his feet, the electric light crackled, the night was deep, the humidity was extremely heavy, and the receding grass under his feet was as wet and soft as a blanket splashed with water. Occasionally raised his head, the moonlight above the forest was still bright, and the stars were like scattered chess pieces, looming.

The whole forest seemed quiet, eerily quiet. Yi Feng himself grew up in the countryside, and he knew in his heart that many animals were nocturnal, and even though it had begun to fall now, it was still strange to be so quiet.

There is no night song of owls, no startled night birds, insects disappear, and an incomprehensible, mysterious atmosphere wafts through the air.

At daybreak, he walked through the quiet woods, and stood by a rock, shaped like a tiger, with a winding stream behind it, and moss under it.

He stood there, looking at one of the palm prints on the stone...... This should be a palm print, right?

The pale gray palm print, which appears huge, has only three fingers...... Or three claws?

Which direction should I look in next?" he looked up, and the rising sun was shining in the east with a pink dawn, staining the clouds red. The light is coming in this direction one by one, and the forest behind is also activated, and the deep dead air is dissipating little by little.

Turning his head to the west, there was a mountain cliff, the cliff was not high, but it seemed steep, and he walked forward more than twenty zhang, and in front of him was a downward ramp, and below the slope was a valley where huge boulders were piled up. Yi Feng pondered for a while, and did not go further into the valley, but turned around and returned to the mountain.

This time, his speed was much slower, and in the forest, he was collecting clues little by little. Birds and finches flew from the distant mountains to this forest, but they hovered in the air, and they did not dare to approach, and occasionally a few fell, like frightened birds, ready to fly away at any time.

There must be something hidden in this forest...... That's all he can judge.

The forest is very large, and it took most of the night last night to cross with the dragon footwork, and at this moment the patient search is naturally quite slow. By noon, more birds and beasts had returned from the periphery, and the forest became more and more lively.

Then, little by little, the sun moved westward, and gradually reached the back of the cliff in the west, and slowly sank behind the cliff, when the reflection of the cliff gradually covered the whole forest, the night began to fall, and suddenly, the birds in the forest were startled and rushed into the distance, and the beasts in the forest still fled.

It was as if something appeared as night fell, and they were scared and frightened, and did not dare to stay in this forest for a long time.

An ominous aura enveloped the entire forest, and the forest that had finally recovered some of its vitality during the day became dead and silent again. With his left hand gripping the scabbard tightly, Yi Feng's gaze became sharp, and he continued to search while being vigilant about his surroundings.

In this way, around the time of arrival, there was a sudden roar in the distance, this roar, strange and inexplicable, it was so low, as if it was just an illusion, but it was like a yin wind, a kind of cold that penetrated into the bone marrow.

It was so quiet that the air became stagnant in the eerie forest, and then, as if something had been broken, the mysterious atmosphere shattered, and the cold wind blew in from outside the forest, and the moonlight slowly penetrated.

Yi Feng's figure shuttled between the trees, as fast as lightning, rushing in the direction where the sound came from. The right hand was already pressed on the hilt, and the blade pulled out a line of cold light, maintaining a posture that could quickly attack at any time.

Suddenly, he paused, and in front of him, a huge black shadow staggered towards him, this black shadow was so strange, so black that it seemed to suck all the light into the forest, but in the center of it, there was a circular gap, and the moonlight behind it could be seen.

What is this, Yi Feng's scalp was numb, and he subconsciously took a step back, and the blade was pulled out in half. With a thud, the black shadow fell in front of him, making a sizzling sound, and then in front of him, as if melting into the void, slowly, disappeared.

The moonlight shone on the grass in front of it, and on the grass, there was a faint gray-black remaining, but other than that, there was nothing left.

After a moment of silence, Yi Feng walked around the reflected gray, through the woods, in front of him, a girl, standing alone under the moon, holding a blood-colored heart in both hands, her two hands were so small, but the heart was so huge, bloody, and full of strange breath.

Blood dripped from between her fingers and fell to the ground, only to disappear into nothingness the moment it touched the ground.

The girl's black dress, dirty and torn, with one foot peeking out between the torn skirt and a barb of some kind of plant hanging from her leg. A broken thorn stuck into it, piercing the otherwise fair skin.

His hair was scattered, and his eyes flashed with a cold light like stars, turning up between his hair, looking at the young man who came to him. She slowly raised her two small hands, and handed him the blood-colored heart she was holding in her hand, as if asking him if he wanted it?

Yi Feng shook his head!

Then the girl took back the bloody, still pounding heart, bit it open, and swallowed it one bite at a time.

The moonlight is cold, the autumn wind is like a knife, and the weeds on the ground are blowing arcs in the wind. Yi Feng stood in the wind, just like this, looking at this little girl who was full of blood and gnawing her heart, motionless......