The rain has stopped,

The sky is still very dark, but the weeds on the ground are shiny and extremely energetic.

Under the shadow of a clump of wild grass, puddles of all sizes are lying there quietly, reflecting the black clouds and sky light. There is a bit of wild interest in the tranquility.

Zhang Yang came out of the tent again, leaning on the wooden spear with both hands. Although his body was so weak that it could blow down with a gust of wind, his eyes were as dangerous and cunning as a wild wolf.

After watching around for a long time, he walked tremblingly towards a cowhide tent more than a hundred meters away.

These are the only three tents left in the temporary camp, so there is naturally a reason for being left behind.

Maybe what is waiting inside is a rotten corpse, or it is simply something more terrifying than death.

A few minutes later, Zhang Yang came to the tent. After hesitating, he chose a solid position, grasped the center of gravity of advance and retreat, and finally turned away and gently lifted the entrance curtain of the tent with a wooden spear.

A rotten smell rushed out, the person inside was dead, the corpse was highly decayed, and you could see the white maggots rolling freely.

But Zhang Yang still looked at every corner of the tent very carefully.

"This is a strong man, with his leather armor, swords and shields around him, calluses of his tiger's mouth and the placement of his weapons, all of which prove that he is an experienced warrior."

"And the wound on his body was in his left arm, and there was no way to tell what weapon it was injured, but at least this man had been well bandaged and treated before he died."

"So the reason for his death is interesting. It's not because of his excessive injury, nor is it a wound infection. It's more like a certain disease, an epidemic that can be contagious. Otherwise, this guy's weapons, equipment and luggage will not be here."

"It can even be inferred from here that this temporary camp was quickly abandoned, perhaps because of the panic caused by this mysterious epidemic."

Zhang Yang thought about it, then stabbed the corpse with a wooden spear and applied the rotten yellow liquid to the tip of the spear.

Then he turned to another tent.

This tent is no different, even more dilapidated, and the owner inside should have died for a long time.

But Zhang Yang still maintained his greatest vigilance and the steps he should do were not bad at all.

When he turned away and carefully opened the curtain of the tent, he could only hear a whooshing sound of breaking through the air. A crossbow arrow whizzed ten centimeters away from Zhang Yang's head. Then, before Zhang Yang could react, with a low roar, a body like a bear suddenly rushed out, holding a sharp dagger in his hand and stabbed down with an extremely fierce force!

Uh, it was pierced.

Zhang Yang was holding a two-meter-long wooden spear, so he not only had a position that was off, but also had two meters away. The killer move designed by the man was very cruel and exquisite. He was definitely a professional warrior. Even if ordinary people reacted quickly, it would be difficult for them to avoid this fatal blow.

But now it’s awkward!

The big man, who was like a violent bear, shone with fierce eyes and held a sharp blade in his hand, but could only lie on the ground and lie in front of Zhang Yang. He didn't dare to move, or he couldn't move.

One of his legs was rotten.

What's more, the wooden spear in Zhang Yang's hand was aiming at his eyes, only one centimeter.

The two sides confronted each other motionlessly for a few minutes, and Zhang Yang spoke.

"Do you want to die? Or you want to live?"

This sound outlet automatically becomes a kind of curved insect language.

Zhang Yang is no longer surprised by this.

The big man didn't speak, he had gray and white hair, blue and white eyes, tall cheekbones, and three hideous scars on his face. He was about forty years old.

"spit!"

The big man spit out a mouthful of phlegm and closed his eyes directly, without even the interest in communicating.

Zhang Yang smiled and continued to say in the insect-like language: "My name is Mumao Jack, and he is the destiny sacrifice of Aninanitoni, the greatest mountain god of Shenmu Peak. Next I will say three sentences. First, I am not interested in killing you; second, I can save you; third, the price of saving you is that you want to become a devout believer of Shenmu Peak Mountain God."

Hearing this, the man finally opened his eyes, looking very disdainful.

"Son of Joseph Taken, the son of the shoemaker, Rick Joseph, the young shoemaker, you are worthy of dying in the garbage dump. When did you become a priest? Hum! And the damn evil god, I am waiting for you to be tied to the fire and wail, purifying your sinful soul!"

I'll make up!

Zhang Yang was stunned and failed to show off. This guy recognized him, and according to his tone, he seemed to have a very pious belief.

"My name is Muji Jack now, so let's start to get to know each other officially!"

Zhang Yang smiled, didn't care, and was very thick-skinned.

Because he had confirmed that this man was also infected with that fatal infectious disease, but his body was strong enough to keep his life alive. But if there was no way to solve the plague, he would die sooner or later.

In this case, there are more places to operate.

"snort!"

The man continued to close his eyes and remained indifferent.

Zhang Yang smiled and grabbed the spear and moved slowly, but the tip of the spear covered with yellow liquid was always aimed at the big man's eyes, temples and other key points.

"In my hometown, there is an act called "sucking an eagle," I don't know much about it, but now, my friend, do you think you look like an eagle? And it's the most intense and dangerous eagle?"

"I'm in a bad situation now, but I still have enough time and enough means to endure you. Well, unless you are determined to die, I'm completely helpless."

"Of course, you can also endure me as an eagle, and it will be a fair war."

Zhang Yang said softly, as if facing his closest friend.

Gradually, he slowly retreated, and the wooden spear was still aimed at the back of the man's head, cervical spine, back heart, and even another complete and healthy leg.

Zhang Yang's intention is very simple. He wants to get the crossbow, and the next step is the official start of the game.

"I guess you should be a person with status. Look at your silk underwear and the embroidered patterns on your sleeves. Does that represent the family's badge?"

Zhang Yang leaned against the entrance of the tent. The crossbow inside was only one step away from him, but he did not go to get it. Instead, he carefully looked at all the clues carried by the man and pointed them out one by one.

In this battle, attacking the heart is the best!

And the big man listened quietly, as if he was a dead person, and he ignored him at all.

Zhang Yang also talks to himself,

"Although your hair and beard have become very chaotic in the past two days, I can still see the outlines that were trimmed before, so I boldly guess that you should be a very self-disciplined person."

"Which a nobleman with a wealthy, high status and strict self-discipline, I can't imagine that you will have any reason to refuse my rescue for you?"

"You can't just be a shoemaker with a low status! Before that, I, a shoemaker, shouldn't be qualified to be an enemy of aristocrats like you."

"Then, there is only one reason. Do you hate heresy in particular?"
Chapter completed!