Chapter 59: Missing

Seeing Zhang Zhaoyang saying this, Mr. Yanming knew that his intention had been decided, so he said to Lu Yueming and Tan Feng: "I am going to stay here, where are you?"

Lu Yueming looked at Tan Feng and stepped forward and said, "We won't come in, so I'll guard Brother Zhang here."

Mr. Yanming nodded and said to Zhang Zhaoyang: "Well, please come in, you know the mantra."

Zhang Zhaoyang smiled and said, "I have kept it in mind that ten trees are straight, eight trees are right, six trees are back, and six trees are left. Is it correct?"

Mr. Yanming said, "That's right, it's this. Lord of Wanjian is interested."

This sentence seemed to be a pun, but Zhang Zhaoyang didn't care. Instead, he checked it with him and took out a bundle of slender snow-white ropes from his luggage. Mr. Yan Ming's eyes lit up and asked, "Nephew Zhang, is your silk rope woven from snow silk?"

Zhang Zhaoyang nodded with a smile and praised, "Uncle Yanming's eyes are indeed like torches. This is woven with the silk sprinkled by the snow silkworms that are only found in the frozen land of the extreme north and mixed with other precious silk threads."

Mr. Yanming asked again: "I heard that this snow silk is extremely tough and cannot be cut off with ordinary swords. Is it true?"

Zhang Zhaoyang said: "That's true, why don't you try it?"

Mr. Yanming thought for a while and said, "For the safety of Mr. Zhang, I'd better try it." After that, he took out the sharp dagger he had used last time from his arms and said to Zhang Zhaoyang: "My dagger is as sharp as mud. Can this silk rope bear it?"

Zhang Zhaoyang still smiled and said, "Uncle Yanming, it's okay to try it. My sword master got this silk rope that day and had already tried it. Except for the Peak Protection Sword, my Wanjian Peak has not tried it, and no other sword can leave any trace on it."

After hearing this, Mr. Yanming picked up the dagger and chopped down the snow-white silk rope placed on the ground. Sure enough, when he raised his hand, there was no trace left on the silk rope. Mr. Yanming couldn't help but shake his head and said, "The Lord of Wanjian is really calculating. He can't bear to let the child trap the wolf. He is willing to take out this treasure, it's so calculating and calculating."

Zhang Zhaoyang still didn't answer the conversation. He picked up the silk rope from the ground and tied it to the sour jujube tree that was cut by the sword marks by Mr. Yanming just now, and tied it to his waist. Then he said to Mr. Yanming: "Uncle Yanming, this snow silk has another advantage, that is, using internal force to shake, it will transmit this shaking to the other end. Even if the silk rope is tied to the tree, the other party can still feel it. Please wait here. After the younger generation enters the forest, please send a message at intervals. The younger generation also replied to the message to indicate that the younger generation is safe. When the younger generation arrives at the other end of the forest, we will send four messages to the seniors. If you still want to enter, please follow the guide of the silk rope. How about it?"

Mr. Yanming smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll bother you. Let's wait for the ready-made one."

Then, Zhang Zhaoyang took out the skin of Wan Jianfeng from his arms and handed it to Mr. Yanming, saying, "Uncle Yanming, if I encounter an accident in the forest, please return this skin to my sword master."

Mr. Yan Ming was stunned and frowned and said, "Can your sword master give me such a precious thing with confidence?"

Zhang Zhaoyang smiled and said, "Since the uncle of the master has formed an alliance with my sword master, he is naturally not an outsider, so he can be entrusted."

Mr. Yanming reached out to catch it and said, "Every nephew, even if we meet in secret, I will return it to you immediately."

Zhang Zhaoyang thanked: "Thank you, I'll enter now."

After saying that, Zhang Zhaoyang drew his long sword, raised his head and was about to enter the forest.

Suddenly, Mr. Yanming stopped him and asked, "How long is your silk rope? I remember that it takes a long time to walk into the forest, and it must be four or five miles away."

Zhang Zhaoyang smiled and patted the other luggage and said, "I have prepared here. If it is not enough, then I will just turn back."

Mr. Yanming looked at the bag around his waist, shook his head with a wry smile, and said to himself: "This is a hero, so long."

Zhang Zhaoyang bowed to everyone again, then he took the sword and carefully stepped into the mottled sour jujube forest.

At first, Mr. Yanming and others could still see Zhang Zhaoyang's back outside. When he walked deeper, he could no longer see it. Only the snow-white silk rope was left hanging among the trees in the jujube forest, motionless.

After waiting for a cup of tea, there was no movement in the sour jujube forest, and there was no sound of birds singing. Mr. Yanming walked forward and pulled the silk rope with his hand. It was still tense. He used his internal force to send it out. After coming over for a while, he felt a trembling in his hand. It seemed that the other end of Zhang Zhaoyang was still moving forward safely, and Mr. Yanming's heart was a little more stable.

Mr. Yanming retreated again, and Lu Yueming and Tan Feng naturally looked at him eagerly. When Zhang Zhaoyang's news, Mr. Yanming nodded with a smile and did not say anything. In this strange place, Mr. Yanming felt a trace of pressure and couldn't help but waste his energy to resist. So he didn't say much, so he was lazy to say some unnecessary words.

After waiting for another cup of tea, suddenly, Mr. Yanming's heart jumped for no reason. It seemed that, perhaps, he heard a scream in the forest, but his ears obviously didn't hear any movement. It was still a dead forest. He looked back at the two people beside him in surprise, but found that Lu Yueming and Tan Feng were also surprised, with their eyes dripping around. He thought to himself: "No." He immediately jumped in front of him, put his hand on the silk rope tied to the tree, and used his hand to move his strength as before. After a while, he did not respond. Mr. Yanming was very anxious and sent a message again, but still had no reaction. Mr. Yanming thought about it and began to pull the silk rope back with his hands to see if he could pull it out.

Sure enough, it can be pulled, and it is very light to get it.

Mr. Yanming pulled the silk rope from the forest with a heavy expression. Tan Feng quickly stepped forward to help organize the wire rope that had been pulled out. Lu Yueming pulled out his long sword and stood beside Mr. Yanming, staring at the entrance of the ordinary-looking sour jujube forest.

The silk rope had been pulled out a lot, and he had seen a knot tied by Zhang Zhaoyang. It was probably the second one he had attached, but he still didn't see anything. Mr. Yanming couldn't help but speed up. Soon, the silk rope in Tan Feng's hand had already been tied out of the boss's bundle. Mr. Yanming also heard a "scroll" sound in the sour jujube forest in his ear. As the speed of his hand changed, he kept making noises. It should be something that was carried on the other end of the silk rope. At this time, Mr. Yanming was more careful, slowed down his speed, and pulled out little by little.

As we approached, everyone was on guard.

However, there was no monster at the end of the wire rope, and there was nothing on the wire rope, only one thread end.

Mr. Yanming frowned, picked up the thread and looked carefully. He saw that the bare thread was irregular, as if it was broken, rather than being cut neatly with a sharp sword. Mr. Yanming put the thread at the edge of his nose and smelled it carefully, and there was a faint smell of blood. After careful look, there was still some blood on the thread rope. It seemed that Zhang Zhaoyang was in danger and did not even leave any relics. Mr. Yanming sighed.

On the other side, Tan Feng also took off the silk rope tied to the tree and handed the entire silk rope made of snow silk to Mr. Yanming. At this time, Lu Yueming, who was holding a sword in his hand, spoke. He asked Mr. Yanming: "Uncle Yanming, you have come here twice. Have you noticed anything different from other places?"

Mr. Yanming thought for a while and said in wonder: "I didn't find any difference. Did my nephew find anything?"

Lu Yueming looked at the deep sour jujube forest and said thoughtfully: "Uncle Yanming, I have grown up in the mountains since I was a child. Although I have never seen such a big sour jujube forest, I often go to such a big other woods. After coming here for so long, I always feel that this sour jujube forest is different from other woods. After thinking for a long time, I realized that this sour jujube forest is very strange, as if there is fog inside, and the sun cannot be poured into it."

Mr. Yanming laughed and said, "Yes, my nephew is very careful. When we entered the last time, there was a fog inside, and we couldn't see very far at first sight. There was not much sunshine. Moreover, there were many animals and human bones inside."

Lu Yueming nodded and said, "In general, people will always break into dangerous places, and the animals will also rashly go in. It is not special to leave corpses. However, there are special places that are not elsewhere?"

Mr. Yanming and Tan Fengqi said: "What is particularly special?"

Lu Yueming said: "Listen, are there any birds singing in this sour jujube forest?"

Mr. Yanming and Tan Feng listened quietly. Sure enough, there were no birds in the mysterious forest. Mr. Yanming recalled for a while and said, "My dear nephew is right. The last time I entered the forest, it seemed that there was still a quiet place without any birds."

Lu Yueming said seriously: "This is the strange thing about the younger generation. The birds are no more than beasts. They have wings and can be used anywhere in the world. Moreover, the woods are the birds' homes. There are no birds in this huge sour jujube forest. Don't Master Yan Ming find it strange?"

After hearing Lu Yueming's words, Mr. Yan Ming's heart suddenly slutted, as if it had sunk. The hairs on his body stood up, and a cold sweat broke out on his back. He looked at the thread rope stained with blood in his hands. He felt panic for no reason, and looked at the deadly jujube forest that was like a sleeping monster. He didn't want to stay any longer. He waved his hand and said, "Nephew, this is not a place for talking. Let's leave first and find a safe place before talking in detail."

Lu Yueming and Tan Feng quickly said, "But according to Master Yan Ming's instructions."

Mr. Yan Ming didn't say much, and put the silk rope woven from snow silk into his bag, took Lu Yueming and Tan Feng to use his light skills to leave quickly, but never looked back.

The thick fog flowed in the quiet jujube forest, and nothing seemed to have happened.
Chapter completed!