Di Cheng's eyes changed several times with uncertainty. At that second, he seemed to hear a scream.
The sound was subtle and faint, as if it came with the night wind. Judging from the feebleness of the sound, the origin should be very far away from here, beyond the warning circle of Chen Minghu and others, that is to say...
Are there other forces fighting in the distance?!
But listening carefully, there was nothing, and there was no more screams. Is it an illusion? Or a dream?
Most of the troops in the Sanuki Mountains are organized troops. If the two major forces fight, the sound will not be just one, it will only become louder and louder, and will not completely disappear. If it is an illusion, then you are too sensitive and don't need to care.
But if it's not an illusion...it can only be a fight between individuals.
Who? Shen Aoming? Yin Yang Cao? Or someone else?
Di Cheng listened attentively for five minutes. Except for the occasional dull beast roar, there was no strange sound. Only the snow lion raised its big head, motionless, looking straight ahead, its ears slightly twitching.
He was shaking, his nose was twitching slightly, and he seemed to be alert.
If he just felt something strange, Di Cheng might not care so much, but Snow Lion's performance clearly told him... that was not a dream just now, let alone a hallucination!
In the Sanuki Mountains, under the current situation, any disturbance cannot be taken lightly, let alone... screams!
Di Cheng carefully pulled himself out of Annie's arms and jumped down from the tree. The snow lion recovered from its vigilance and quickly ran to Di Cheng's side, but its big copper bell-like eyes were still staring in that direction, with a deep throat in its throat.
It makes a small growling sound.
The dull footsteps of the snow lion woke up Yang Jing, Tu Qingcang and a few others. When they saw Di Cheng with the help of the weak moonlight, they quickly got up, walked as gently as possible, and gathered together.
Yang Jing lowered his voice and whispered: "Brother Cheng, what's wrong?"
"There is movement in the northeast. Please be more vigilant. I will go over and take a look."
"I'll go with you!" Tu Qingcang took a step forward.
"No, you stay here, I'll be back soon." After Di Cheng finished speaking, he patted the snow lion's big head and quickly ran into the darkness.
"What's the noise? Why didn't I hear it?" Sha Lang frowned and stared in the northeast.
"Don't you need to wake up all the brothers?" Xu Yun whispered.
"No need for now, wait for the news from Brother Cheng." Yang Jing waved his hand and signaled everyone to disperse. Di Cheng chose to go there alone. The matter shouldn't be serious. If there was an accident, it wouldn't be too late to wake up the brothers.
Leaving the campsite, the snow lion used its keen sense of smell to locate the source of the sound. Like a sharp white arrow, it quickly ran through the dark forest. Although it was huge and had a fierce aura, it still tried to be as relaxed as possible due to its great spirituality.
He walked slowly without making too much noise.
Di Cheng followed closely behind the snow lion, his movements were light and swift, and his body was wrapped in black clothing, like a midnight ghost floating in the darkness.
Ten minutes later, the snow lion, which had run nearly two miles, gradually slowed down, its steps became lighter, its head drooped, and its big eyes with a subtle green light stared at the dark forest ahead.
After walking a few steps forward, the snow lion stopped. Its huge body lay on the ground, motionless. Only its eyes were alert and its nose was twitching. Di Cheng was unable to determine the situation in front of him and stopped in the darkness not far away.
Here, hold your breath and concentrate, observing secretly.
Not far away from him, Fangzhong Shouye, who had followed him all the way, stood silently in the dark canopy, his sharp eyes seeming to penetrate the night, break through the barriers of the woods, and lock onto an uncertain area.
The moon was hazy and the night was quiet. However, blocked by the dense leaves, the soft moonlight could not penetrate the tree canopy. It was so dark in the depths of the forest that it was difficult to distinguish between fingers. Di Cheng and Fang Zhongshou tried their best to adjust their breath, trying to see better.
farther away.
Both of them knew that if someone were to duel, their strength could not be underestimated. The possibility of being an emperor-level powerhouse was not impossible, but extremely high!
No one dares to act rashly.
But……
quiet!
It was as if we were in an abyss, with endless darkness and silence all around. Even the faintly audible roars of beasts had completely disappeared.
Only...
The smell of blood! Di Cheng could smell the faint smell of blood in the air. After a long period of killing, he could clearly tell that this was human blood, not some kind of beast!
In other words, this is the source of the scream! There may have been a battle. As for why there is no movement now, the reason...either one attack and the battle has been completed. Or it was unsuccessful and the two sides are still confronting each other, or...
…has left.
After a long period of silence and waiting, the stone-like snow lion suddenly moved, its fist-sized right paw slowly raised, and tentatively dropped forward. The body remained still. After a short moment, its left paw was raised again.
, it’s still and then it’s taking a step, it’s also it’s still and it’s taking a step.
He walked forward slowly, quietly, and looked very much like a cheetah in hunting, but its size... was a bit too big.
After walking tentatively for more than ten steps, the snow lion suddenly roared and bolted out. Due to the darkness all around, it disappeared from Di Cheng's sight in the blink of an eye.
Damn it!! Di Cheng cursed secretly and hurriedly shot out.
Fortunately, the snow lion did not run very far. Di Cheng found it on a slope a hundred meters away. The trees here were slightly sparse, and the moonlight could shine through the gaps in the tree crowns. Although it was subtle, it was enough for Di Cheng to see clearly.
situation.
"Blood?!" Di Cheng found a scarlet blood stain on the trunk of a crooked ancient tree. It was irregular in shape and dripping. When he touched it with his fingertips, it still had residual warmth.
There are several obvious footprints on the ground, with different sizes and depths, but the footsteps are not messy.
Obviously, someone has appeared here before, but there are no signs of fighting, and there is no body. In other words, this is an assassination scene, not a duel scene! Judging from the blood stains, it was injured by a sharp weapon, not a firearm!
Di Cheng looked at the dark woodland around him. It was certain that someone had fought here before, but... why was there no sound after the assassination? Was he too late, or was there another reason?
"Roar!" The snow lion suddenly let out a low roar after searching carefully, alerting Di Cheng and then rushed out again.
Di Cheng's eyes flashed sharply, his fists clenched, and he quickly followed.
Not long after Di Cheng left, Fang Zhongshou appeared like a ghost and quietly looked at the blood stains on the tree trunk and the footprints below.
Silently, the gloved right hand stretched out from the cuff, using the smooth blade of the scalpel to reflect the faint moonlight, slowly turning on the soil slope, illuminating all suspicious places.
The movements were gentle, careful, and over and over again. Until... five minutes later, the scalpel stopped rotating, and the narrow beam of light was fixed between the branches of the bloody ancient tree.
Fang Zhongshou raised his head slightly, motionless, his cold eyes fixed on the spot where the light beam was fixed through the blood-colored lenses, where a long hair swayed slightly in the wind.
The hair is not suspicious, what is suspicious is... white! Long white hair!
A gust of night wind blew by, and the white hair flew up, swirled and floated several times, and then fell down silently as the night wind subsided.
Fang Zhongshou raised his right hand, and with the help of this white hair, he stared for a long time, slowly raised his head, and looked in the direction where Di Cheng disappeared. The eyes behind his glasses condensed like a wild beast!
When Fang Zhongshou probably had someone to guess, Di Cheng, who was running rapidly following the snow lion, stopped again, but this time... his expression was as solemn as ice, his eyes swayed slightly, and he could not hide his surprise!
The reason for stopping was the discovery of a body!
The corpse was that of a man, with a frightening blue color on his face, as if it had been soaked in grass juice. There was an obvious wound on the chest, as if he had been stabbed by a sharp sword. If what was expected was correct, the blood stains on the slope should be
It was he who stayed.
The face of the corpse was ferocious and twisted, bleeding from all the orifices, the eyes were wide open, the mouth was wide open, the hands were stiff and clasped like eagle talons, and the body was twisted in weird postures, as if it had endured unimaginable pain before dying.
Under the pale moonlight, suddenly discovering a corpse with such a shape will always give you a chill in your heart.
But what Dicheng cares about is not this, but this person's identity!
Jack Dawn!! The gunner who is as good as Luo Yin in Skynet! The guardian team member named by God Aoming!
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