This feeling of being peered into the soul is something that few people can experience. It is very terrifying. Although it may not be fatal, for some people, what is in their mind is even more important than life. Especially the mustache, in his mind
Wei Tian is hidden deep in his mind. Once his memory is taken away, Wei Tian will be in danger.
The dark shadow is getting closer and closer to the door of the heart. This is also a kind of pressure. The sluggishness of thinking greatly affects reactions and actions. Mustache can even see Nan Anshou's eyes flashing with strange luster, but
He didn't know how to break free. He felt that his mind and body were being oppressed by something at the same time.
At this time, there was almost no room for thinking. Nan Anshou stood quietly not far away, but several other skilled people had already rushed over. Mustache had only one thought in his mind, he must escape. At this distance
, thinking will be threatened by Nan Anshou. If it is really blocked, the consequences can be imagined.
How much potential does a person have? No one can tell clearly, because only when one's life is truly threatened, that potential will erupt like a volcano. The mustache roared as dull as Boss Ba
, shook his head suddenly, and with this shaking, the dark shadow in his heart seemed to be shaken away. He kicked off his legs, jumped back, and then went away.
The speed of Mustache is also something that few people can catch up with. Once he avoids Nan Anshou's spiritual peek and attacks, his actions become even more agile. His figure soon turns into a black dot, making people behind him
Including Nan'an Shou, it is far behind.
Bosiba has disappeared, but the two deep footprints on the snow are undoubtedly the best sign. Mustache escaped the danger and did not go away immediately, nor did he immediately pursue Bosiba. The footprints will not disappear for a while.
Lost. He is still paying attention to the actions of people like Nan An Shou. Jia Luorong is indeed very important to him, but Jin Pu Awang is also very important. He wants to see if Nan An Shou is going to enter the mass grave. If
If this is the case, then Mustache will reconsider his strategy.
The night was very dark, but the snow made the visibility a little higher. Mustache could not see clearly, but the situation was good. Nan Anshou did not stay here for too long, nor did he enter the mass grave. He seemed to have other things.
There was no need for him to intervene when things needed to be done, or to find things in the pit. He quickly left the place with a few people, and then disappeared into the snow in the dark night.
Mustache breathed a sigh of relief and immediately chased Bosiba along the conspicuous footprints. Bosiba had already gone far. While chasing, Mustache carefully identified the footprints on the snow. An experienced veteran could identify the footprints based on these footprints.
Seeing something. After chasing after him, Mustache discovered from the footprints that Bosiba seemed to have slowed down, and there were also several lines of footprints extending from other places, and these footprints clearly merged into one place.
It is actually not easy to pursue in this kind of silent snow. The sound of feet stepping on the snow can arouse the alertness and attention of others. Mustache is still chasing, but slows down the pace to suppress the movement.
The footprints did not move closer to the center of the mass grave, but went further and further away. After chasing for about ten minutes, the shadows of some people appeared in the moonlight. They were not walking fast, and their mustaches were squinting hard.
With his eyes closed, he couldn't see clearly. He could only rely on the blurry shadow to tell whether there was Bosiba in it.
A tall shadow attracted Mustache's attention. He felt that it must be Bosiba. But before he could think about it further, another shadow mixed in the crowd immediately acted like a magnet, firmly attracting his attention.
.The shadow was just the back, and it was impossible for Mustache to see the other person's face and appearance. However, the figure was so petite. He was led by someone and walked step by step in the deep snow.
"Is it her!" Mustache's heart beat violently. He really couldn't remember how long it had been since he saw this shadow. Judging from the shape of the shadow and the steps when walking, she seemed to be
Jiaro velvet.
A warm and moist feeling instantly invaded Xiaozhu's eyes. Was she Jia Luorong? Xiaozhu couldn't be 100% sure, but his eyes were still moist, because when he saw this shadow, he couldn't help but
It gave rise to an extreme sense of pity.
Just like the back view of Jia Luorong when she was carrying her step by step and dragging her moustache to the temple to find someone to treat her eyes. She was so pitiful that anyone who saw her would feel like crying. It was this long-lost feeling.
, let Mustache confirm his guess. He slowly lowered his head, grabbed a handful of snow, and rubbed it hard on his face. He was very excited, but knew that he had to stay calm. Jialuorong had no other hope.
He can only be relied upon to save her.
Things were exactly as Mustache thought. No matter where Bosiba went, he would subconsciously judge that Mustache must be there, so Jia Luorong was also brought, but it was hidden and did not participate in the chaos. Maybe it was
Because Nan Anshou's appearance made Bosiba feel uneasy, he wanted to personally take Jialuorong to a farther and safer place.
Mustache slowly followed him out for about two or three hundred meters. This place was still near the mass graves, but it was far away from the center of the battle, and there was almost no extra sound. Mustache kept paying attention to the road that looked like Jia's.
He didn't dare to get very close to Luo Rong's shadow, lest he would be discovered by Bosiba. It was very irrational to be discovered before there was no chance of winning.
At this moment, the people who had been walking stopped, and Bosiba who was walking at the front also stopped. Mustache was trying his best to suppress his emotions, but at this moment, he seemed to be suppressing it again.
He couldn't stand it anymore, because he saw that the group of people stopped entirely because of the figure that looked like Jialuorong, and the figure was gesturing to Bosiba who looked back.
This is the only way for Jialorong to communicate with people, yes, absolutely!
Mustache's body lying in the snow seemed to be burning, but also seemed to be frozen. His hands were trembling slightly. He didn't know what gesture Jialuorong was making.
She might be hungry, tired, or unable to walk. She was led around the vast Tibetan area without a moment of peace. She was so young and beautiful. If she were in any other place, she would be...
She may live a very good life, but what she is enduring now is entirely because of the mustache.
In other words, this is fate.
Bosiba didn't know if he could understand the meaning of Jialuorong's gesture, but he paused and nodded. Maybe Jialuorong was really exhausted and couldn't walk, and the others slowed down and just
They were walking slowly in the snow. Naturally, they were very vigilant, and there were people in every direction responsible for looking out and observing.
Mustache followed him for a while, his eyes never leaving Jialuorong's back. These people walked very slowly to give Jialuorong a rest, but the situation over the mass grave was critical.
Let Bosiba not dare to be careless, so he kept walking. Fortunately, Bosiba was walking at the front and could not observe the situation behind at any time, which made the mustache go smoothly. After walking for about twenty minutes, Bosiba ordered to speed up
He stopped walking, and it could be seen from his back that Jia Luorong was unwilling, but had no choice.
Less than five minutes after they quickened their pace, Bosiba, who was walking at the front, suddenly made a backhand move and pulled out the saber from the man next to him. The sharp long knife made a clanging sound through the air. Bosiba never used weapons against the enemy, and his
Fists are the best weapons, but that doesn't mean he can't use them. The long knife is as flexible and swift as one of Bosiba's fingers.
"come out!"
Bosiba let out a low shout, which was mixed with the sound of the long knife cutting through the air, and stabbed at a nearby snowdrift at lightning speed. The people around were a little stunned because the snowdrift was so close, but
No one noticed anything strange in the snowdrift.
puff......
When the long knife pierced the snowdrift, the entire snowdrift seemed to explode. A shadow rushed out from the flying snowflakes. The moment the shadow appeared, a black robe made a hunting sound. Bosiba's fierce knife did not hurt.
He was wearing a black robe, but a piece of his clothes was picked out.
The black robe seemed not to want to appear with Nan Anshou and other pilgrims, so he lurked here alone. He was like a black leaf, falling lightly on the snow. The black robe was the same as before, but his eyes seemed to be deeper.
.
His appearance caused great panic among the pilgrims. Bosiba waved his hand, and the people behind him immediately wanted to take Jialorong in the opposite direction. Mustache felt that an opportunity had come. There was no such powerful person as Bosiba.
Opponent, Mustache can take care of the rest.
But the motive of the black robe seemed to be different from before. He didn't seem to come here to stop Bosiba. The moment the black robe fell to the ground, his body moved lightly, and he quickly bypassed Bosiba from the other side and went straight to
The others left. Mustache's body moved and he supported his body with his hands, revealing the snow layer. He could see that the black robe wanted to attack Jialuorong.
Bosiba has a vague fear of black robes, but this does not mean anything, especially when it comes to Jialuorong. Bosiba knows her value and knows that this is the only trump card in his hand that can restrain Mustache. He will never allow any
The man had an idea for Jialuorong. As soon as the black robe moved, Bosiba followed suit.
The person in front quickly retreated with Jialuorong, and the black robe was chasing after him. Behind him was Bosiba, who was chasing the black robe. Both of them were very strong, and their speed was about the same. Bosiba suddenly rushed forward two steps, holding the gun in his hand.
The long knife stabbed out with a whoosh, as if it could pierce the black-robed thin body with one strike.