In the dark night, in the silent wasteland, a cluster of fire lit up, and the cold wind blowing from the shore carried those subtle and strange sounds. Yin He clenched the blade in his hand and walked cautiously over there.

The darkness of the night obscured his figure, and the sound of the wind obscured his steps, so that the road approached the place where the fire was lit without incident, and Yin He lay down behind a bush, and then poked his head out to look forward.

The fire was seven or eight feet away in front of him, and the flames writhed wildly on the wood, and they were reflected in his eyes like two bright lights, and at the same time several other figures were reflected.

Over there were three desolate people, tall and tall, although they were not as big as the naturally huge red bear, but they were also much burder than ordinary Terran men.

The three desolate people are basically short fur jackets, exposing a lot of skin on their bodies, and they can see a lot of scars and scars under the light of the fire, obviously they often fight, at the same time, Yin He took a closer look, and did not see any obvious tribal signs on their bodies.

In this silent night, staying in this desolate wilderness, they gathered around the fire to keep warm, and at the same time a large piece of meat was barbecued on the fire, and the word "desolate thief" floated in Yin He's heart almost instantly.

Sleeping in the wilderness at night in the wilderness is not a comfortable thing, the frost is cold and dewy, and there are all kinds of strange beasts and insects, if you are not fully prepared, it is easy to have an accident and lose your life, so even if you are a desert people, as long as you can enter the tribal territory, you will generally not spend the night outside.

There was a large White Horse tribe around, and four or five smaller Wild tribes, all of which were places to rest, but these people preferred to stay here, obviously, there was something strange about their identities.

Before coming to the patrol, the old black turtle guard of Xuanwu Wei had already found Yin He and carefully explained to him the intention of letting him come over this time, the most important of which was, of course, that the White Horse tribe vaguely seemed to have some connection with the death of his eldest brother Yin Yang. This is also the reason why Yin He knew that patrolling was dangerous, but finally agreed.

But if it is the culprit, of course, it is the desolate. Yin Yang can be said to have died directly at the hands of the desolate thief, so when Yin He saw these three people, his eyes became cold.

However, he still has enough calm, the three desolate thieves in front of him seem to be obviously veterans who are accustomed to fighting, if it is one-on-one, it is almost difficult for the Terran warriors to defeat them, but if you add the hard armor and extremely sharp blades of the Terrans, the result is difficult to say.

But if it's a three-on-one situation, there is almost no hope of winning at all, and it can be said that it is a life and a death sentence. Yin He quickly figured out the situation, and after coldly glancing at the three thieves whose unknown purpose suddenly appeared in the dark night, his body began to slowly retreat, intending to leave here.

There were a few strange words in the wind, it seemed that the three desolate thieves were chatting and talking, Yin He only barely understood half of the strange pronunciation of these desolate people, but he didn't understand what it meant, so he didn't stop, and still began to retreat quietly.

At this moment, a muffled moan suddenly came from behind the fire, which made Yin He's footsteps pause slightly, stopped, and looked back.

The three desolate men by the fire all seemed to laugh, and the laughter was vicious and creepy.

After a few moments, one of them stood up, and with a big grin to the side, in the shadow of the firelight, he smirked, and suddenly leaned down and grabbed into the grass, and suddenly twisted a man.

Yin He's pupils behind the grass shrank slightly, although the firelight was covered by the tall figure of the desolate man, and the face of the man could not be seen clearly, but judging from the body shape, it seemed that it should be a man of the human race.

The barren cursed, and suddenly stretched out his palm and slapped it fiercely, slapping it back and forth five or six times, the Terran man seemed to have been hit hard, and looked delirious, and he was beaten like that and he was powerless to fight back, and blood was still splashing out.

At the fire, the other two desolate people laughed loudly, not half of the intention of stopping, but looking like they were watching a good show.

The absurd man, probably encouraged by the laughter of his companions, became more and more rampant, turned back and laughed at the two accomplices, and turned around and slapped him hard.

However, at this moment, suddenly the Terran man who seemed to be unconscious suddenly opened his eyes, and his hateful gaze seemed to be a scorching light in the dark night, staring at the desolate man like a knife.

The desolate man was taken aback, subconsciously took a beating, and then reacted, and was a little embarrassed for a while, and when he was about to fight again, he suddenly only felt a cold chest, as if there was a blade into the body.

The desolate man was taken aback, roared, and threw the figure out, and at the same time staggered back, only to see a burst of blood, and there was already a deep wound on his chest, and bright red blood kept flowing out.

The two desolate men next to him stood up at the same time, with angry faces, and rushed over with a scream, knocking the Terran man who was already at the end of his crossbow to the ground, and then punched and kicked him.

The man was beaten to the ground, and he didn't even make a gesture to resist, as if he had passed out because of his injuries.

At this time, the injured desolate man also reacted, roared angrily, and suddenly pulled out an extremely sharp knife from the side, and rushed over with a wild roar.

The two thieves looked back at him, and one of them seemed to want to speak, but the desolate man, who had fallen into a rage, did not give anyone a chance to speak, and in the blink of an eye rushed closer, pushed away the two companions, and then raised his sword and fell.

The sword light was like snow, reflecting the fiery red light, and after a while, only a muffled sound was heard, and the blood was like a spring, spraying into the air, and he actually cut off the head of the Terran man with a knife.

The dark and bleak night of the wasteland suddenly added a bit of bloody cruelty. The force of the knife was so strong that it flew into the air with the head of the Terran man, over the raging fire, and then fell heavily to the ground, rolling some distance and falling into a patch of grass.

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A bloody human head rolled to Yin He's feet, and after trembling twice, he stopped.

Yin He subconsciously looked down, and the light in the distance shone a little, passed through the gaps in the grass, and landed on the ground at his feet.

Yin He's body suddenly froze, his breathing stopped instantly, and the whole person looked as if he had suddenly turned into a stone.

In the faint and flickering light of the fire, the head and face of the man rolling at his feet were face upward, bloodstained, but the silhouette was somewhat familiar.

That's He Qiulin.

The senior soldier who was still riding on this wilderness with the Yin River two days ago.

Between the light and shadow, the muscles on the dead man's face were distorted, as if there was extreme pain, and as if there was infinite anger, his eyes never closed, and he glared angrily, as if he was staring at Yin He at the moment.

In the distance, the voices of the three savage bandits gradually became louder, as if there was some dispute, as if someone next to them scolded the desolate thief who killed the murderer, probably because he was a little dissatisfied with his sudden killing of this human race.

But the murderous thief roared a few times, and the people next to him were silent.

A moment later, the figure swayed, and several people returned to the fire. One of them, the murderous thief, kept scolding in his mouth, and walked towards the grass with the blood-stained knife, as if he still refused to give up.

In the shadows, Yin He looked at the head, looked at his eyes that refused to close, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and then in an inaudible voice, he said softly, "Did you come to me on purpose because of the spirit of the heavens?"

A moment later, a tall figure walked up to the grass, and a great shadow overshadowed it, and the bloody and hideous desolate man stood in front of it, and stepped into the grass.