A weak voice came over, and at the same time, Cheng Lin felt that his ankle was tightly grasped, and a feeling of clammy and coldness filled his heart.
It feels terrible, like a snake coiled around my leg.
In fact, he had already noticed the movement before the other party broke through the water, but out of caution and a certain degree of confidence, he did not escape immediately, but pretended to be an ordinary tourist.
"What?"
Cheng Lin pretended to be panicked and hurriedly lifted his legs, but instead he pulled the other person out of the cold lake onto the shore.
Turning his head, he had a chance to look at the man.
His clothes were in tatters and completely soaked by the lake water. He had chestnut hair and a cold, pale and weak face. He was a white man.
He seemed to have been seriously injured, his breath was disordered and rapid, and there were faint traces of blood floating in the lake.
If you look closely, you will find a penetrating wound on his chest and abdomen, as if it had been torn apart by a sharp blade.
But at this moment, the pale skin was locked tightly, forcibly blocking the wound with muscle tissue to prevent blood from flowing out.
"Don't move! Don't scream either! Do you hear me?"
The white man switched to Chinese and threatened in a low voice. At the same time, he released his hand, pulled out a pistol from his waist, and pointed it at Cheng Lin.
"I...I won't move! You...put down the gun first! You...who are you?"
Cheng Lin pretended to be an ordinary person, suddenly raised his hands and said in a trembling voice.
"Shut up! Turn around!"
"Okay... just don't shoot."
Cheng Lin turned around as he said, but his wide-area vision had already been turned on, monitoring the opponent's every move, while also intentionally or unintentionally avoiding his head and heart.
Immediately, the white man gritted his teeth and climbed onto Cheng Lin's back with his body propped up.
His other hand seemed to be broken, hanging limply to the side. In order to stabilize his body, he could only use the hand holding the gun to hook Cheng Lin's neck:
"Carry me on your back and run forward immediately! Keep running! I will let you go when you leave here, otherwise..."
"well."
Cheng Lin pretended to be scared, picked up the opponent on his back, and then ran forward along the stone road.
He deliberately controlled the speed at the standard of an ordinary young man, and occasionally changed directions according to the instructions of the white man.
On the other side, he had already activated his "synesthesia" and scanned the surroundings with his mental power thread. After a lot of effort, he finally ran out of the Second Division's encirclement.
While running, Cheng Lin thought about what to do next.
The moment he saw that the other party was white, Cheng Lin realized that this matter was probably not simple, but anything involving foreign practitioners was no small matter.
There were only two choices before him.
The first is to control the opponent and hand it over to the second division.
The second is to find a way to take him away and then torture him.
"It's safest to hand it over to the Second Division, but I don't think I'll get much. After all, I'm from the Ninth Division. Even if the Second Division gives me some reward, it's hard to get it... The main thing is that I won't give too much. After all, they are the ones who were seriously injured.
Yes, I just picked him up...and if I had collected him myself...the harvest might be greater."
After a moment of hesitation, Cheng Lin made his decision.
The white man seemed to be quite familiar with the nearby terrain. He directed Cheng Lin to quickly turn onto a path, then pass through a forest, and when he came out, he was already in a wild field on the outskirts.
At this time, Cheng Lin was "out of breath" and his speed began to slow down.
As for the white man on his back, he is also getting weaker and weaker, and the hand on his neck is getting looser and looser. It is obvious that he is suffering from an injury and is in urgent need of recovery.
Just when the white man began to consider whether to continue fleeing further, or to kill the young man from Xia country first, and then regain his strength on the spot, he suddenly noticed that Cheng Lin's body suddenly shook, and then he fell suddenly and fell on the ground.
on the ground.
This sudden scene caught him off guard, and he was thrown out. He let out a cry of pain, cursed a few times, raised his gun and pointed it at Cheng Lin, "You want to die, don't you?!"
However, the next moment, he was shocked to find that Cheng Lin was lying on the ground motionless, as if he was unconscious, and showed no response to his threats.
"Have you fainted from exhaustion? It's not like that, right?"
The white man was stunned, a little suspicious, and wanted to crawl over to see the situation.
However, the next second, an instinct from deep within his consciousness broke out. His body froze, and he felt a deadly terror gripping him!
The threat comes from behind!
"Could it be that Tris is catching up?"
His heart was in confusion, and his eyes showed despair, but he still used his last strength to turn around suddenly and raised the gun behind him.
But immediately, his eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and a gurgling sound came from his throat, as if he had seen some incredible sight.
I saw a five-meter-tall giant walking slowly among the woods behind me.
It has a human-like appearance, but is completely black, exuding an aura of evil and madness.
It walked slowly, but its feet were just touching the ground. Rather than walking, it was better to say that it was floating in the air.
In its right hand, it holds an exaggerated sickle upside down, releasing a pressure that is comparable to the fifth level.
…
It obscures the bright moon in the sky and casts the white man into shadow.
"you you……"
The white man instinctively wanted to retreat, but his severely injured body hindered his movement.
Immediately, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
No.
It's not a sound. To be precise, it should be a piece of information, or a "sound" that is not spoken with the mouth but heard with the ears.
This "voice" ignored his ears and acted directly on his mind.
"Hey, look what I found?"
Along with the information that poured into my heart, there was also the confident and leisurely mood of the other party. There is no doubt that this voice must come from the death-like "giant" in front of me, and he is talking to himself!
The other party's tone... was as if a strong man accidentally saw an interesting bug appearing on the roadside.
The white man judged instantly.
At this time, he had no intention of paying attention to the young man from Xia Kingdom lying on the ground not far away, who seemed to be "fainted from exhaustion". Instead, he forced himself to calm down and quickly thought about countermeasures while sizing up the mysterious giant.
The next second, he seemed to remember something and exclaimed: "Ah... it's you... no, is it you?"
He hastily changed his honorific.
"Oh? Do you know me?" The mysterious giant stopped in front of him and looked down at him with interest. The huge illusory sickle hung beside his feet, releasing endless fear.
At the same time, the voice of "Giant" sounded in the white man's mind again.
"Yes, I...I have seen a short video before...it was on the top of Muztag Snow Mountain in Xia Kingdom, and your figure appeared. Well, of course, because of the distance, I couldn't see clearly, so I'm not sure.
, but... in my opinion, he has a similar physical appearance to you."
The white man organized his language to explain and tried to communicate with the giant.
Hearing this, the understatement of "Giant" sounded in his mind again: "Ah, I did pass by that snow-capped mountain some time ago."
The tone was quite casual, as if he was acknowledging a small matter.
However, this caused a wave of panic in the white man's heart.