The dark forest, the gloomy wind, various plants in the forest are swaying in the wind, the moonlight is dim, hanging in the corner of the sky as if nothing serious, the light is dim like a naughty child.
The piece of paper was inadvertently attached, and the torch in his hand flickered on and off, illuminating the forest with an increasingly gloomy atmosphere.【】
Such an environment is scary enough even if nothing happens. If a head suddenly appeared from the sky, you can imagine what kind of terrifying atmosphere it would be.
The unlucky bandit encountered such a tragedy. Looking at the disheveled head with bared teeth and disheveled hair, the expression on his face froze for an instant, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened little by little, as if he wanted to scream.
, but the vocal cords lost their original function due to excessive fright, and some tiny sounds broke out from the throat, but they let out a scream.
After missing this period of time, he lost the chance to speak again.
Zhong Qingye raised his eyebrows, suddenly stretched out his hand to hold down the bandit's head, and twisted it in the opposite direction. There was only a crisp sound, and the man's head rotated a full 360 degrees, and his face turned strangely to his back.
The panic had not even dissipated, but he was already dead on the spot.
Zhong Qingye released his toes that were hooked on the branch, flipped nimbly in mid-air, landed quietly, leaned down in an instant, and walked towards the two bandits walking in front like ghosts. The dull moonlight, the dagger
The cold light is eerie and thrilling.
The two bandits didn't realize that one of their companions had gone west. The two of them walked forward bit by bit with dim torches, their movements cautious, and the leaves of the plants rustled slightly.
Zhong Qingye leaned forward quietly, as light as a feather, and walked behind the man with a sound. He suddenly stretched out his hand and covered the man's mouth like lightning. Before the other person could react, a cold light flashed from his right hand.
, smeared across the man's throat.
The warm liquid flowed down in an instant, and the man's body kept twitching. You could feel his mouth opening violently, which almost exceeded the limit of what humans can do. Zhong Qingye's face was cold, and he was dead.
Pulling his body without giving in at all, the man could hardly make any sound and fell softly into Zhong Qingye's arms.
Zhong Qingye supported his body and glanced sideways at the last bandit, only to see that he was not aware of it and was searching for the side he was responsible for. In the darkness, the girl gave a mysterious smile.
After releasing the corpse's unclosed mouth, Zhong Qingye grabbed the man's belt, turned his body around, hid behind the corpse, and quietly walked towards the other bandit.
One step, two steps, three steps... Every step is filled with the chill of death, every step is filled with the strong smell of blood, darkness, and the girl's hidden eyes are incredible.
I don't know whether it was the limp corpse shaking the surrounding plants too loudly, or the smell of blood that aroused the vigilance of the last bandit. About two meters away from him, the man suddenly turned around.
Zhong Qingye immediately stopped and saw the man holding the dead body inexplicably, complaining: "Didn't we agree that we would be on one side, why don't you let me be lazy and hide behind me to scare me?"
Zhong Qingye said something dark, even though he was so close, he didn't notice that the person in front of him was already dead. With such vigilance and eyesight, Zhong Qingye was really... at a disadvantage.
This wasn't the end yet. After the man finished speaking, he didn't hear his companion's answer. He walked up to him strangely, held up a torch and asked in confusion: "I'm asking you a question, so don't pretend to be cool..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhong Qingye aimed at the opportunity and suddenly stretched out his hand to exert force. The limp body was unable to resist, and was moved by Zhong Qingye's force. The whole body was thrown towards the man in front of him. The man was startled.
, instinctively stretched out his hand to catch the person who hit him, but unexpectedly, as soon as the person touched his body, he immediately drooped down, his whole body was incredibly soft.
The man still hasn't reacted yet, and lowers his head inexplicably. "How did you..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly got stuck midway. Zhong Qingye raised his hand and pulled out the dagger that had pierced the man's neck. A string of blood beads instantly lifted up, crossed graceful lines in the air, and landed floatingly on the ground.
"With this kind of vigilance, you deserve to die in my hands." Zhong Qingye flicked the dagger out of habit, glanced at the two superimposed corpses with disdain, and complained politely.
She didn't think there was anything wrong with killing these three people at all. In this world, it's often either you die or I live. Instead of letting herself die, of course it would be more cost-effective for others to die.
"It's okay, come out." Zhong Qingye turned around and said.
There was a rustle in the jungle, and Yanzi stood up timidly, trembling slightly. He walked step by step to Zhong Qingye, watching her calmly stamp out the two torches, and followed her movements to the superimposed corpses. Suddenly
He took a step back in fright, stretched out his hand to cover his mouth tightly, and tears spread uncontrollably in his eyes.
Zhong Qingye glanced at her and said calmly: "If you are afraid, just close your eyes and stop."
Yan Zi's whole body trembled, and Zhong Qingye looked at him with a complicated expression.
Before Zhong Qingye could speak, suddenly, there was a huge fire all around the forest. She was slightly startled, and immediately pulled Yanzi to protect her behind her, with an alert expression on her face, like a cheetah ready to attack.
"Fire the arrow!" Someone yelled in the darkness, and the sound was sonorous and heavy, spreading through the forest.
Zhong Qingye's eyes widened suddenly. Before she could react, an overwhelming rain of arrows suddenly fell from the sky. She swore harshly in her heart, pressed Yanzi down, crawled on the ground, and quickly moved to the side.
Go away.
The sound of chi chi was endless, it was the sound of a sharp sword thrust into the ground. Zhong Qingye rolled Yan Zi with his arms in his arms. Although he was embarrassed, he was not injured. But at this time, Yan Zi's cumbersome clothes were hung up.
He stood on a branch and stopped for a moment, unable to break free.
Zhong Qingye followed the inertia and rolled to a short distance in front of her. Yanzi was so frightened that he stretched out his hand to pull off the fabric. The more he panicked, the more he couldn't pull it away. The teenage girl was so frightened that she cried: "
……Miss!"
Zhong Qingye immediately turned around, climbed up and rushed to her like a sharp sword, raised the knife in his hand, and his clothes were torn apart. At the same time, two sharp swords seemed to have eyes, aiming at her open back.
Come.
With a sneer, Zhong Qingye gritted his teeth, hugged the frightened and uncontrollable Yanzi, and pounced forward with all his strength.