The screams came from the deep mountains, one after another, hitting the stone wall and making various echoes, giving people the feeling of surrounding Zuo Zhicheng and the others.

Liu Changding said in a trembling voice: "What...what's going on." Before he knew it, there was a layer of goose bumps on his back.

Zuo Zhicheng over there used infrared vision to look at the direction where the sound came first: "Beware, something is coming."

The identity and methods of the Ghost Fist were obviously trusted by the Shadow Corps. After Zuo Zhicheng said this, all of them had pulled out the weapons on their waists. Qingyueqiu also unscrewed the lid of the small pot, and a white figure emerged from the small pot, as if a ghost was surrounding Qingyueqiu.

That is the Qingyue family's teachings and the Shadow Soldiers. Because the Shadow Man's body contains a large amount of strong alkali substances, which are corrosive and can freely change shapes and move with Qingyueqiu's mind power. It is a Taoist technique with strong lethality.

However, although Qing Yueqiu's Taoist technique is powerful, in Zuo Zhicheng's infrared sight, there is no innate qi in the other party's body. It seems that this woman only has life clusters and no innate qi, so she only practices Taoist technique.

However, from the Taoist skills of this Shadow Soldier, Zuo Zhicheng could not tell what his life is.

Everyone here surrounded Qingyueqiu and Liu Changding, and had just gotten alert, Zuo Zhicheng on the other side had already stepped out and sank into the black forest.

"I'll go over and take a look, you guys stay where they are. Don't move."

"Ghost Fist..." Qing Yueqiu shouted, but found that the other party's figure had disappeared. She frowned and could only order everyone to wait in place.

In the dark night, Zuo Zhicheng's left eye life spanned the night sea, absorbing the already faint light around him, completely turning the space where Zuo Zhicheng was in into a dark shadow.

Just by instinctively absorbing light, the existence of the Night Sea has already increased Zuo Zhicheng's already powerful stealth ability to rise to another level.

After a moment, the screams suddenly stopped, and the entire forest returned to tranquility, and even the screams of some animals disappeared.

I don’t know if I am a little uncomfortable with this strange tranquility. Looking at the surrounding woods that are swaying with the wind, everyone’s hearts become a little nervous.

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps trampling on the leaves came, and everyone looked nervously at the direction where the sound came.

"What's it!"

It was a strange black figure, with the upper body and head looking very, very big, but the lower body was similar to that of a human. The shadow's body seemed very heavy, and every step on the ground would sink deeply into the rotten leaves.

Just when everyone was on guard and even planned to launch an attack, Zuo Zhicheng's voice came: "It's me."

The figure approached again and was finally exposed to the torch in everyone's hands. It was Zuo Zhicheng carrying a man and walking towards everyone.

After breathing out, Tang Xianghui inserted the dagger in her hand back: "We were shocked, who is carrying on your shoulders?" While saying this, several other people from the Shadow Corps, including Tang Xianghui, looked at Zuo Zhicheng with great surprise.

‘What a joke, in this case, I actually walked around the dark jungle like I was shopping.’

‘How long has this ghost fist been going on, and I have to carry the man’s uniform over like this.’

‘Compared with him, we are like playing house. Is this guy really just practicing Qi? Could it be that he can use any other Taoist techniques?’

Without mentioning their thoughts, Zuo Zhicheng had already put the person down.

"He sent the screams." Zuo Zhicheng said with a cold face: "Although it sounds far away from us, it is actually just a relationship of echoes."

The man was put on the ground: "He seemed to be stimulated by some kind of stimulation. As a last resort, I knocked him out."

Beside Tang Xianghui, a man with a slightly round face, who was called Tangyuan, said, "I seem to have seen this person." He frowned: "He seems to be a hunter guarding the camp."

Awei said with some confusion: "How is it possible? Why did he rush out so late? He even made that scream?"

"That means there is something wrong with your camp." Zuo Zhicheng carried the man back on his shoulder: "Go away quickly. Intuition tells me that something happened tonight."

Several members of the Film Corps looked at each other and followed Zuo Zhicheng on the journey again.

As they continued to deepen, the surrounding woods became denser and denser, and traces of human light had completely disappeared. This place was already a deep forest where herb collectors and hunters would never reach.

Fortunately, the location of the mountains and forests and Xinlu Port will not snow in winter, which makes the surrounding environment much better.

But even so, it took them a whole night, and it was not until noon the next day that they passed through a forest and arrived at their destination.

After leaving the woods, the surrounding vision suddenly became wider, and a huge lake came towards us. Behind the lake was a mountain peak, one of which was like a big lying dog, that was GouTou Mountain.

Tang Xianghui pointed to a camp by the river and said, "They should be there."

Liu Changding's face turned pale and said panting: "Have you finally arrived?" His body really couldn't keep up with the team. Later, it was basically several men from the Film Corps who took turns carrying him over.

As for Zuo Zhicheng, he kept carrying the unconscious man, but showed no sign of fatigue at all, which made the Shadow Corps secretly admire his physical strength.

Seeing the Shadow Corps walking towards the camp first, Zuo Zhicheng frowned. In his infrared sight, there was no human being there.

And so is the case.

"No one."

"Where have they gone?"

"Why are people gone?"

Zuo Zhicheng put the man on his shoulder down in the camp tent and looked around at the empty camp. The campfires that were still burning, neat dry food, noodles and other places to store food. Everything looked orderly.

"The food is still there, not like a beast attack."

"The things are very neat, and there are no traces of battle."

"They were not carrying any weapons or dry food, they were in a hurry."

"But it covers up the traces of my own walking."

Listening to the speculations and discoveries of everyone in his ears, Zuo Zhicheng glanced at the entire camp and suddenly walked to the empty shore. He squatted down and looked at a row of strange footprints on the soil on the shore.

Qingyueqiu walked over and said, "What did you find?" When she saw the footprints on the shore, she wondered, "Did they jump into the lake?"

"There are footprints that come in, and there are also footprints that come out. And they are all barefoot..." Zuo Zhicheng touched a layer of white soil around the footprints on the ground, put them on the tip of his nose and smelled them.

Tang Xianghui also walked here and saw Zuo Zhicheng smelling it, showing a puzzled expression: "What thread do you have?"

After Zuo Zhicheng sniffed it a little, he threw the white mud on his fingertips to the ground: "Corpse wax."

"Corpsy wax?"

"If a fatter corpse is staying in the water for about a year, the fat under the skin..." After a pause, Zuo Zhicheng knew that these professional terms and the reactions in them were probably not understood by people in the world, so he said: "In short, his corpse will become something similar to this white candle."

"Can you smell this?" Tang Xianghui said incrediblely: "And you mean that a corpse crawled out of this lake?"

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