Yang Jian stared at the shoe prints carefully, feeling shocked and confused for a moment.

At this time, he suddenly heard a sound of footsteps, and his body immediately ducked in the direction he came, and the nearby bushes completely blocked him.

Through the gaps where leaves folded, Yang Jian could clearly see a group of people coming towards the stone mountain. These people were walking very big, with grim expressions. From their facial features, they looked like Asians, all of them were men.

However, when Yang Jian heard their other party, his expression became strange.

Although I couldn't understand what the other party said, I was sure it was the Bangzi Country.

"It looks like a soldier... and it seems that there are still a lot of supplies." Yang Jian saw the other party enter the tent, and when he opened the curtain, he vaguely saw some tables, chairs, and various boxes.

Soon, a quiet atmosphere fell into the surroundings. Yang Jian quietly stood up, walked around the stone mountain, and came to the other side.

There are also signs of human activity here, but now there is no one. Yang Jian took advantage of this opportunity to install some black stones at the foot of the mountain. Unfortunately, these stones are too small and too fine. There are many real big stones above the mountainside.

But now, I can't climb up at all. If there is a little movement, I'm afraid that people on the other side of the mountain will be attracted.

"Let's take a look at it in the evening." When Yang Jian returned, he changed another road and cleared his footprints along the road.

As a result, he accidentally discovered some cloth strips hanging on the treetops.

"This thing looks like...a parachute!"

Yang Jian widened his eyes, and at the beginning he was just guessing, but the more he looked at it, the more he looked like that kind of thing.

At this moment, Yang Jian had a brand new guess about the origin of those people.

But now, he wants to return to the marshal and leave Black Rock Mountain first.

Just the moment Yang Jian saw the marshal, he stopped.

At this moment, opposite the marshal, a yellow-haired child appeared, about three or four years old, reaching out to try to touch the marshal's nose, while shouting big dogs.

The marshal seemed very impatient, his nose twitched and his fangs were slightly exposed. If he hadn't smelled human odor, he would have thought he would have been dead.

Yang Jian swallowed his saliva, and he really didn't know where this child came from.

"Marson, go away!" Yang Jian snapped his fingers to attract the Marshal's attention.

Soon, the marshal jumped into the forest and turned around and showed a puzzled expression.

Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the child, and found that the other party was jumping away, with the direction of the tent at the foot of the Black Stone Mountain.

At this time, Yang Jian heard the screams and looked up and saw a few blonde and blue-eyed eagle Chinese people picking up the children on the ground, worrying that they all wrote on their faces.

Obviously, this child is not an abandoned baby.

Yang Jian looked from afar for a while, and after confirming that he was not exposed, he and the Marshal lie down in the nearby forest.

Time is until dusk.

At the stream at the foot of the Black Stone Mountain, Yang Jian had just received a bottle of water. After taking a few sips, he found the sound of someone walking in front of him and immediately hid again.

This afternoon, Yang Jian saw several groups of people in this forest, including men and women. Although there were many, everyone was very clean, unlike survivors who had lived on a deserted island for a long time.

Of course, Yang Jian did not rule out that the other party had a lot of resources, just like them, even if they lived in a cave, their living conditions were good.

This is related to the last time when the empty person at the foot of the stone mountain and the parachute in the forest, Yang Jian felt that most of these people "float" from the sky.

Yang Jian felt that he had to be cautious about this speculation.

"This time I came out, I will mainly get black stones." Yang Jian looked at the sun gradually sinking in the sky, and decided to climb to the hill when it was dark and bring some big black stones back.

Soon, as time goes by, the dusk night finally enveloped the deserted island.

On this side, Yang Jian saw that there was light in the tent, and he must have a generator.

However, this discovery did not stop Yang Jian from taking any further action. He bypassed the tents and came to the rear of Black Stone Mountain.

In the darkness, he possesses the skill of night vision, which has greatly helped him.

Soon, he successfully arrived at the mountainside and began to carry the stones.

At the foot of the mountain, he had used wood to make a buffer device to prevent the stone from making a lot of noise when it landed on the ground.

But even so, an accident still occurred.

Because there was no vegetation on Black Stone Mountain, when Yang Jian was carrying the stones, he caused a rocky landslide, and a large number of stones fell to the foot of the mountain.

At this moment, Yang Jian prepared the buffer device in advance and was completely useless.

So, the sound of the stone falling to the ground suddenly became louder.

Yang Jian saw that someone opened the tent and walked out of the quiet camp, looking around in confusion.

Because the forest is empty, it is difficult to tell where the movement just now appears.

However, more and more people came out of the tent, and many men looked at the vicinity of Black Rock Mountain.

On this side, Yang Jian immediately came down from the mountain, found the marshal, and used simple gestures to convey his intentions, but he didn't know if the other party could understand.

The marshal left quickly, and soon there was a violent commotion on the other side of Black Rock Mountain.

"Good teammate."

Yang Jian smiled, picked up the prepared bag from the ground, and immediately put the black stones piled up at the foot of the mountain.

It didn't take long for Yang Jian to carry two bags on the ground. Just as he was thinking about how to inform the marshal, a gunshot suddenly sounded in the forest.

Yang Jian suddenly stood up, and listening to the gradually echoing gunshots, a feeling of something bad arose in his heart.

"Marson, nothing will happen."

So Yang Jian threw the bag containing the stone into the woods beside him, and then rushed to the other side of the stone mountain.

At this moment, the tent was messy and the gunfire just now also made the humans stationed here nervous.

Yang Jian saw that among this group of people, some men had guns in their hands and looked cold, which didn't look that simple.

In the dark forest, Yang Jian passed through the grass and entered the deeper dense forest.

In a vague way, he could see the flashlight, the flying beams and the insults, which all meant that the marshal was safe at this moment.

Yang Jian was shuttled through the forest and was swept by one of the beams of light.

"There are people here!"

When Yang Jian heard the voice, he realized that something was wrong. His body instinctively turned to one side and maintained the speed of his previous movement!

The next second, gunfire sounded, and Yang Jian kept dodging in the forest. Fortunately, the ones who shot were all rookies, otherwise Yang Jian would have been beaten into a sieve.
Chapter completed!