The snowmobile drove in quickly, and Weiyang jumped out of the car and strode into one of the tents.
Inside the tent, Lan Yinshui was providing emergency treatment to an injured person.
"Is Zi Tong back?" Weiyang asked anxiously.
One member turned to him and shook his head.
"Where are Suxi and Mu?" Weiyang asked again.
The man still shook his head.
Wei Yang glanced around, not looking at Meng Fusheng, "Where is Fusheng?"
"Fusheng went to the scene to check, but he didn't come back." someone answered.
"Damn it!" Wei Yang cursed and turned to leave.
A figure rushed over suddenly, and before he could see what was going on, he was punched hard in the face.
Weiyang fell out heavily, passed through the torn tent, and landed on the snow behind.
Before he could get up, a figure had already chased him, pulled him up from the ground, raised his hand and punched him again.
After seeing clearly who the other party was, Weiyang did not resist.
Everyone had reacted quickly and watched Beichen attacking Weiyang like a madman. Everyone took out their weapons and aimed at him.
"Beichen, stop right now, or we'll shoot!"
"Let go of the president!"
…
Beichen turned a deaf ear and raised his hand and punched Weiyang directly, knocking him away.
Turning his face, his dark eyes fell coldly on the people behind him, with a cold look on his face.
Feeling the killing intent in him, everyone took a step back unconsciously.
"No, no..." Wei Yang rushed over and stretched out his arms to block everyone, "Beichen, calm down, this matter is our fault, but killing them will not help. I have already let Fu Sheng
Go check it out in the camp, you might find something useful."
"gentlemen!"
"elder brother!"
On the snow, two voices sounded at the same time, and Zitu and Luo Jia jumped out of the car at the same time.
As soon as Luo Jia got out of the car, she immediately ran towards the crowd, "Something happened... something happened..."
Snapped!
Her feet slipped and she fell directly onto the snow. Zi Zi caught up with her in a sprint, grabbed her hat and pulled her upright. He picked her up from the ground and flew down in front of Beichen.
Putting Luo Jia on the ground, the disciple said urgently, "Sir, those werewolves are all fake!"
"Fake?!" Beichen raised his eyebrows, "What's going on?"
"That's it!" Luo Jia opened the computer in her hand, "I have carefully analyzed those news and reports. Those photos and videos have been specially processed and are not real news."
Just as he was talking, a snowmobile was driving over hastily. Before the door could stop, Meng Fusheng jumped out of the car.
"Found it!"
The wind blew up, and in the next moment, Beichen had landed in front of him, "What did you find?"
Seeing Beichen, Meng Fusheng was startled. Feeling that his eyes were unkind, Meng Fusheng did not dare to hide it and immediately raised his right hand and spread his palm towards him.
Beichen looked at his palm and saw a small silver recording pen placed in his palm.
Taking the voice recorder, Beichen raised his hand and pressed the switch.
In the recording pen, Zi Tong's voice immediately sounded.
"You...you are a vampire?!"
Then a strange male voice followed.
"To be precise, I have absorbed all the power of the elder's blood."
"So...everything is a trap for you?"
"You are still as smart as before, it's just a pity..."
There was a burst of noise in the recording pen, and then there was no sound again.