Cheng Jiayi ran far before being caught up by Fang Tao.

She remembered that someone had said that Du Yiyi and the others had crossed four hills.

The traces of walking by someone at his feet were obvious: broken branches and lodged weeds, but soon there was no trace of such trace. Cheng Jiayi could only follow Fang Tao, and watched him just up and down, left and right, and then judged the direction of his progress.

After climbing over another mountain, Cheng Jiayi remembered that it was the fourth one. They stood for a while, and Fang Tao pointed to the left and said, "Look at the ground, they should go here."

There was a vague path on the ground. The grass on the path was lower than the surroundings. But before Cheng Jiayi could take a closer look, suddenly, a shout seemed to be heard from the distance.

She looked up and shouted as if she was an illusion. The forest was so quiet that there was not even the wind in the mountains.

"Brother Fang, you hear..." Before Cheng Jiayi finished speaking, there was another vague voice. This time they all heard it, from the left side of the valley.

Cheng Jiayi and Fang Tao's expressions changed and they immediately rushed towards the left side of the valley.

Vaguely, a smell of blood floated over, Cheng Jiayi's face turned pale, and more screams and shouts came. What was strange was that there was no other sound except human voices.

Did you meet the locals? Or...

Suddenly, the smell of blood became rich, and a green thing on the right moved. Cheng Jiayi's pace did not slow down. She vaguely saw something hanging on her, and she was already running out like a wind.

In the distance, among the trees, Cheng Jiayi suddenly saw a cluster of black whirlwinds, tumbling up and down, and shrill screams kept coming from the whirlwind. She suddenly saw a familiar figure swooping towards the ground with a ball of black mist.

The figure, wrapped in black whirlwind, kept hitting the things on the ground.

Du Yiyi!

Cheng Jiayi felt fear of surviving the disaster, and the constantly thrusting figure stimulated her brain, almost mad.

She pulled out the sharp knife.

The eyes finally realized that they were crows flapping their wings. They seemed to have their vocal cords sealed. They were clearly open and some of their bodies were bleeding, but they were still silent and kept pecking at their prey.

Cheng Jiayi's sharp knife chased after him.

In her eyes, the crows deserve to be damned. As long as they chase Du Yiyi, no matter what they are, they deserve to be damned. In an instant, a terrible murderous intent emanates from her body. The sharp knife in her hand was the sickle of the god of death.

Fang Tao was only a few steps behind Cheng Jiayi. He had already improved his degree to the extreme and could not even bring the distance between him and Cheng Jiayi closer. He even felt that if he ran another period, the distance would only get farther and farther.

Then, he saw the sharp knife in Cheng Jiayi's hand waving a terrifying afterimage. The afterimage made him suddenly remember the propellers on the helicopter. They were all the same, as fast to the extreme, leaving it to the sight as if it was extremely slow to rotate.

The black feathers, splashing blood beads, and falling bodies were like dances brought to them by the god of death. They were still flying around the sharp knife, but life had slipped away from their bodies, and they seemed to have not yet known it.

More crows were still flying towards them, filling the gap that had just appeared, but their flying towards them could not keep up with the harvest of the god of death. A brief empty scene suddenly appeared in front of Du Yiyi.

Cheng Jiayi opened his hand and grabbed Du Yiyi's arm. The moment his finger fell on his arm, he was suddenly blocked. The skin under his finger seemed stiff and lubricated, and suddenly bounced her fingers out.

He was stunned. Thinking of what Du Yiyi said about his self-protection, Cheng Jiayi suddenly relaxed, and when he saw Du Yiyi turn around, his eyes suddenly showed surprise.

Without further ado, Du Yi grabbed the fallen man, and Cheng Jiayi waved his sharp knife and circled around him.

Fang Tao raised the slight rush in his hand, pointed his muzzle up, and his fingers buckled, and a string of flames rushed towards the shadows that were hovering under the branches and were about to attack. The sound of bullets roaring from the mountains and forests seemed to have blood rain in the air.

The addition of Cheng Jiayi and Fang Tao made the crowd's pressure instantly reduce, especially Cheng Jiayi's figure is as terrifying as he passes, with swords and blood everywhere he passes.

Every time Cheng Jiayi and Du Yiyi rescued someone, they pulled the person into the circle. The crow hovering above their heads fell down in black, losing the supplement of the new force, and the people under the tree soon gathered together again.

The slightly rushing flames were still chasing the crow, but suddenly, the target was lost. The forest fell into terrible silence again, and only the sound of gasping for breath.

Black feathers and black corpses were scattered everywhere at the feet.

Suddenly, with a "click", something fell from the trunk.

It was a skeleton of an almost completely lost body, and a long tailbone had not yet been broken.

Cheng Jiayi looked up in the direction of falling, and an iron rod was stuck on the trunk of the tree.

"Where is the black bear?" a voice asked.

There are only green jungles around, and where are the black bears?

"Ah!" Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the surroundings again, from the leaves and the grass, black, green, yellow... bugs of various colors and shapes suddenly surged out.

"Let's go!" Fang Tao shouted.

"There are crystals in the crow's head." Du Yiyi also shouted.

Everyone was stunned.

At this moment, a man suddenly jumped up and avoided the bugs under his feet. Cheng Jiayi frowned and turned to look at Fang Tao: "Can you light the fire?"

Fang Tao shouted: "You are crazy, such a dry day!"

It goes without saying which is more important, life or crystal. In just a few seconds, the insects crawling from all directions seemed to be covering the grass. A strange "rustling" sound came from the originally quiet forest.

For the first time, Cheng Jiayi knew that it was a sound when insects nibble.

They retreated in fear, watching the scent and the worms following them. There were too many of them, so many that they couldn't help but get goosebumps all over their bodies.

"Let's go! Let's go!" Fang Tao shouted, grabbing Cheng Jiayi's arm. Cheng Jiayi followed him and turned around a few steps. When he saw that everyone was following, he ran away.

Get moving.

"Why didn't the wild boars we hunted attract them?" Cheng Jiayi suddenly remembered and asked.

Fang Tao let go of Cheng Jiayi's arm and observed left and right alertly, "I don't know, maybe it's not a pure mutant."

They now divide the mutated species into two major categories, one is the body shape that remains unchanged and the energy in the body increases, such as them, such as livestock, crops and fruits of the same size as before.

Another type is ordinary mutants, which have also mutated, but the route of mutation is to be huge in size. In order to maintain a huge body, the crystals in their bodies evolve slowly and the energy in their bodies is relatively weak.

Du Yiyi suddenly slowed down a little: "Those bugs may not eat crystals. We can go back later."

Cheng Jiayi and Fang Tao also slowed down a little.

The crystals are too attractive.

But immediately, Fang Tao refused and said, "No. There is blood on our bodies, so wash it off first."
Chapter completed!