When I saw this training camp student named Chen Qichang lying beside his body, my heart couldn't help but beat violently.
Although I am a voodoo breeder, personally, what I hate the most is fratricide.
In our original plan, in this trial, we would play the role of the first Red Front Army in the Long March, committed to running, running, and running again. Unless we encounter obstruction, we will not fall into the rules of the instructors.
, those who maliciously conflict with other teams will not deliberately set up an ambush - I believe there should be many teams who hold this idea. This is also the so-called "leave a line in life so that we can meet each other easily in the future".
After all, we will all be colleagues in the same system from now on, and we will see each other regardless of whether we look up or down. There is no need to fight for the top spot.
So in our expectation, we, who were walking on a small road, would meet other teams arriving one after another in the white snow of the Blue Snow Mountains, maintain restraint and gentlemen's exchanges, and then we would all happily hold hands and welcome the victory of the trial together.
However, the cruel reality came to us at this moment that we did not expect.
No one thought that we would really have a quota of death. The students of the same period who were alive and kicking a few days ago, training together, eating together, and scolding each other, died quietly in the wild mountains and forests.
Chen Qichang is really dead. This young man from Chenjiagou, the "origin of Tai Chi", has excellent martial arts talent. Although he does not practice Taoism or Buddhism, he is about to enter the "Xiantian" and has superb martial arts skills.
He is a master-level warrior.
It's a pity that he has closed his eyes forever and was thrown on the roadside like a bag of garbage.
He suffered fatal injuries. There was a hole as big as the mouth of a bowl in his chest, running through the front and back. In the empty chest, the blood was half-coagulated, the flesh and blood inside was blurred, the organs were torn into minced meat, and the heart was gone.
Chen Qichang's body was already cold, his skin was blue, his pupils were dilated, and there were no signs of poisoning on the surface. As for the cause of death, his chest should have been broken open with a sharp instrument.
The time should be this morning or noon.
So strong, so fast!
You must know that based on Chen Qichang's reaction and being killed so fiercely, the murderer must be a frightening melee master.
When I was inspecting the body, Lao Zhao and Teng Xiao, as the leading soldiers, were already cautiously moving towards the darkness of the rocky ground ahead, while the others spread out and started the highest level of alert. After a while, Teng Xiao looked pale.
He ran back and told me that he had found a campsite ahead, but...he pursed his lips and said that he found three corpses. They were students in the training camp and were in the same team as Chen Qichang.
Three? Plus Chen Qichang, doesn’t that mean four people died?
Everyone's expressions changed. This was not a trial, it was just a massacre. I asked what the situation was like in the front. Teng Xiao said that Lao Zhao was investigating from the front. The battle should have happened 6 to 8 hours ago. The murderer
They should have evacuated long ago and are not here. Lao Zhao asked us to hurry over. Judging from the current situation, it does not look like a battle between teams in the training camp.
We stepped on the slippery rocky ground and walked quickly forward. Soon, we arrived at the scene of the incident.
When they saw the three corpses Teng Xiao told us, Bai Lutan and Zhu Chenchen couldn't help squatting on the ground and vomited out all the batter they had eaten in the morning - what was in front of us was a huge pile
Minced meat, broken limbs, and various parts of the human body were scattered on the ground. One intestine was dragged six or seven meters out. The reason why the three people could be distinguished was because they were sheltered from the rain in the rock depression.
In the place, three heads with bloodstained faces were neatly placed. They were the three training camp students who were assigned to the same team as Chen Qichang.
Because after some time, this crime scene, which was like Shura hell, began to emit a stench that made people crazy. The green-headed flies unique to the jungle held the grandest banquet here, densely covering every piece of meat.
On the block, maggots have emerged, all white and wriggling with their long and flat bodies, competing for food with their "seniors".
There is also a white-headed vulture in the corner, walking lazily and pecking at a bloody hand from time to time.
Stinky, stinky! The stench makes people want to shout loudly and vent their anger!
The fat bugs in my body are ready to move. The corpses on the ground are a feast for flies and scavengers, and these bugs are a delicious meal for this golden silkworm Gu. I clamp my legs tightly to prevent it from slipping out, otherwise I will not dare to do it again.
Take it in and live in my body.
After the initial shock, anger and fear, most of us calmed down one after another, and then began to search around to see if anyone was lurking and if there were any clues left by the murderer. Such a brutal killing method is naturally impossible
They are students in the training camp - these four people are not weak. One of them, a horse-faced man, has Taoist power. I personally feel that he can even be ranked among the top five in the training camp.
Another reason is that even if students in the training camp have grudges on a daily basis, such as Huang Pengfei against me, they would not be able to kill someone and cut their bodies into pieces to vent their anger and create such a look.
This is not a trial at all, but a perverted murderer. The team instructor will definitely come to stop it as soon as possible.
However, what we are encountering now is that inside this deep mountain and old forest rock wall, four students were killed in miserable conditions. The other two students and the instructors who accompanied the team were nowhere to be seen, and there was no way to communicate with the outside world here. Yin Yue also
Because we had to deal with the affairs of Liu Ming and the Japanese, somewhere in the murderous jungle, we began to face the biggest crisis.
Should we interrupt the trial, retrace our steps, and report the situation; or should we ignore it and continue moving forward? This is undoubtedly a very difficult choice.
After expanding the search scope, we found the team's instructor in front of an alpine pine.
He is an assistant who teaches us armed swimming and wilderness survival. His name is Zhao Leinan. He is a very ordinary character. I have hardly written anything about him. However, the strength he shows is even more powerful than Yin Yue. But at this moment
He sat peacefully in front of the tree, his head lowered, and a three-finger-long, sharpened semicircular bamboo drill was inserted into his chest, nailing him to the tree. And the terrifying thing is that, in
On his face, neck and chest, runes were drawn with blood that made people dizzy.
Lao Zhao recognized these runes, and he told me that this was an evil method that could arrest people's souls and refine magic weapons.
This means that not only is the male instructor Zhao Lei dead, but his soul has also been captured by evil methods, and he has become a ghost that cannot live in peace. He may have to experience the evil wind that is more terrifying than a ghost every day.
Washed, lost in mind, and turned into a demonic creature with only hatred in its heart.
Watching these bloody and cruel scenes, we felt chills all over our bodies. We were shivering with cold in the hot and humid weather.
When I returned to the notch of the rock wall, I found Wang Xiaojia kneeling on the ground with tears streaming down his face.
I was surprised. Bai Lutan came over to me and told me that one of the three heads belonged to Xiaojia. Xiaojia actually liked that man very much, but she never dared to express it. Instead, she was with her.
We got together - that's how love is, sometimes you obviously like it, but you always pretend not to care.
I thought to myself that no wonder Wang Xiaojia saw Chen Qichang just now, and his face was as gloomy as the weather yesterday.
No one thought that this stubborn girl with short hair would like such a man who is full of masculinity.
Seeing the runes on Instructor Zhao's body, I just thought about why several students here died so miserably. I'm afraid the murderer also wanted to collect resentful spirits, so he was so cruel. Even the instructor dared to kill, so who are these people?
Who is it? Ever since I met the Japanese group, I have felt a little worried in my heart. There seem to be many unknown secrets hidden in these high mountains.
And just when we didn't know how to persuade Wang Xiaojia, she suddenly took a step forward and picked up the male student's head.
Her original intention was to take the student's head back, but when she touched the head, my heart skipped a beat and I screamed, but Wang Xiaojia had already lifted it up. This action immediately caused a chain of events.
In response, the two heads next to them immediately fell to the side, and then a black and sinister aura emerged and poured directly into Wang Xiaojia's body. Her face turned livid at that moment.
I quickly rushed forward, grabbed her hand with one hand, and shook the head away. After closing my eyes and taking a closer look, I realized that the black air was not poison, but a sign of telepathy.
Just like the mark that was written on me when I surrendered to Xue Rui.
These three heads had been tampered with to prevent large carrion animals from getting close. Once they were turned over, a mark would be placed on the person's body immediately, so that the person who placed the mark would be alerted to attack quickly.
I asked Wang Xiaojia are you okay? She shook her head numbly and said she was fine, just a little cold.
Qin Zhen came over worriedly and said that the situation was beyond our control, so many people had died, and we would be in danger of death at any time, otherwise we should go back, now is not the time to compete for rankings.
Zhu Chenchen also echoed. She was vomiting just now and was feeling sick again.
What happened here? Who brutally killed the students and instructors of this team, and where were the two other students?
All the questions were placed in front of me, but I had no way of knowing. I turned around and asked Bai Lutan, Xiaobai, can your psychic skills know what is happening here? She was a little embarrassed. After thinking for a while,
, nodded and said he didn’t know, but he could give it a try.
After saying that, she didn't care about anything else, squatted on the ground and asked us to turn around.
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