Zhen Jiale is a stubborn young man. All his relatives died of corpse poison. The expansion of the Dragon Ya team allowed him to join the Dragon Ya team. When he joined the Dragon Ya team, he vowed to kill all the blood-sucking and harmful aliens. The Dragon Ya team just received him.

At that time, all kinds of preferential treatment and various promises were regarded as treasures, but in the end they became soap bubbles floating in the hot sun, and they were destroyed before they could reflect their brilliance.

A hidden knife and a black ruler, a young man wearing a black hoodie, walked quickly in the dark rainy night, stepping on the muddy road under his feet, making a loud sound, like a dying man with phlegm clogged in his throat.

The patient was trying hard to swallow the last few breaths of air, and a little bit of mud appeared on the edge of the soaked rubber shoes. Unfortunately, the night was too dark, so what he saw was far less than what he heard.

Everyone has one life and one death. Just like no one can choose their parents, few people can decide how they will die. Zhen Jiale can. He chose to end his young life in a willful way, and with

The enemy is fighting to the death. The enemy is an ancient warrior from Longmen whom he has never met before, but he doesn’t know who will kill him in the end. There is no need to guess. Unknown things will only bring fear. A person who is prepared to die in battle cannot let fear breed.

I often hear the words that some scoundrels like to say, "If you don't want your life, what should I be afraid of?" In fact, in the face of real death threats, most of those who say they don't want their life will be the first to give in.

A dead duck but a tough mouth refers to this type of rotten person.

Looking at the dark mountains ahead, Zhen Jiale began to slow down. That should be Longling. The originally firm thoughts in his mind suddenly wavered, and the muddy water splashing under his feet calmed down.

Lifting up his rain-soaked sleeves and wiping his face, Zhen Jiale felt a chill running down his spine. The cold made him shiver. He didn't feel very cold when he was walking fast just now, but he felt it all over his body when he stopped.

Chill.

"It's better to find a place to stay first and wait until tomorrow to go up the mountain..." Zhen Jiale murmured to himself, as if he was asking himself. In fact, he already had the answer in his heart. He glanced around and found something on the edge of the mountain.

It's a dilapidated shack, as long as it can be sheltered from the wind and rain, it's fine for Guo Jia.

Zhen Jiale walked towards the shack with a sliding step. In the next second, he was standing in front of the half-collapsed shack door. There were less than half a figure inside. There was a faint smell of mold and rot in the wind. It had been a long time since he had been here.

After someone had moved in, he took out a flashlight from his waterproof satchel, held it in his mouth, and reached out to open the dilapidated door.

It rained all night in autumn, and it was freezing cold all night. There are several acres of vegetable fields at the foot of Longling Mountain. The soil here is fertile, and you can get a good harvest by growing some vegetables. There is a shabby shack not far from the vegetable fields.

There was no one to clean up the rot. The old vegetable farmer who got up early was carrying a load of rice and preparing to water the vegetables. Just as he was passing by the broken shack, he suddenly heard a sneer from inside, and then a black shadow flew out of the doorway.

, the old vegetable farmer staggered back a few steps as he felt a blur before his eyes. The pole on his shoulder slipped, and the two buckets of rice fell to the ground. The stench splashed all over his pants and feet.

The old vegetable farmer raised his feet and kicked while shouting: "Where did that wild beast come from? I was so frightened that you deserved to die in the forest. You are so damn unlucky..."

This old vegetable farmer is a Chinese. He has lived at the foot of Wolong Ridge for most of his life and has seen many wild animals. The things that jumped out of the shack just now were probably black panthers that ran out of the old forest and got their feet wet in the rice fields.

Bad luck, but also luck when he thought about it. Fortunately, the wild animals that jumped out of the shack did not hurt anyone. He walked into the shack to find something to wipe his feet with. Suddenly he saw something shining in the corner. He walked over and picked it up.

, it turned out to be a brand new watch, and further ahead there were two stacks of banknotes and many scattered objects. I picked up a heavy pile.

The old vegetable farmer smiled from ear to ear. Some people say that you are lucky if you get the rice field. It is true. But you don’t know that these are all the things that Zhen Jiale, who stayed here last night, threw away in order to travel lightly. Since he decided to fight to the death,

These heavy external belongings will only add to the burden, unintentionally taking advantage of this old vegetable farmer who only works in rice fields.

The jungle after a night of rain is full of vitality, the leaf buds are stretching slightly, the birds are singing on the branches for the first ray of sunshine, and the animals with wet fur are running in the forest. They seem to be particularly active and happy, but in fact

Just busy for food and survival.

Zhen Jiale has been dealing with the jungle of Longhu Mountain since he was a child, and has also developed jungle tracking skills that are far beyond ordinary people. He carefully searches for clues left by everyone in the vast jungle, but a heavy rain last night made the tracking even more difficult.

It was a bit difficult, but after searching hard, I couldn't find any clues.

It was not easy to find the Longmen station in the huge Longling. Zhen Jiale did not have much information about Longmen, but he was confident that he would be able to find it.

Wow wow - there was a loud chirping of birds in the sky. Zhen Jiale looked up and saw a large group of black crows flying towards this direction from a distance. As an ancient warrior, his eyesight was far better than that of ordinary people. It was just this casual glance.

He noticed that a few crows seemed to have a bulge in their abdomens. He soon discovered that there were not only black crows in the group of birds, but also several falcons among them. They also had a bulge in their abdomens, as if they were tied to something.

It's really weird. The falcon is a kind of raptor. How can it fly with the black crows and get along fine? Zhen Jiale's heart suddenly became excited. He was familiar with the nature of birds and quickly discovered the strangeness. He quickly moved his feet and chased the birds.

passed.

Birds fluttered in the sky and flew quickly. Zhen Jiale ran wildly in the jungle. The distance was within the range of his eyes. He saw the birds swooping down in front of him, and in the blink of an eye they disappeared on a wooded hilltop.

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Zhen Jiale exerted force with his feet and ran towards the place where the birds landed at full speed. However, when he ran to the top of the mountain, he found a steep slope in the dense forest ahead, and there was no trace of the birds at all. Just as he was wondering, he suddenly heard something coming from behind him.

Two sharp roars pierced the air, and before he could think about it, his feet quickly slipped and he wound up behind a big pine tree.

Seizing - Two sharp daggers were plunged into the tree trunk, leaving only a dark ring-shaped handle that was shaking endlessly. Zhen Jiale pressed the end of the black ruler with his hand, and heard a click of the spring, and the knife in the ruler was unsheathed.

When he came out, the man with a sideways figure had already dodged out from behind the tree. Almost at the moment he drew his sword and dodged, there were two soft sounds from the tree crown above his head, and whoosh - two sharp arrows were shot at the back of his head with the sound of wind.
Chapter completed!