Just as I was going through a series of things, Song Qinghan on the other side was also single.
She walked nervously in an ancient city covered by ice and snow. The dark path was not wide, and beside the path was an endless quagmire and swamp.
"What should I do...the induction fails."
When she realized that she couldn't sense it, Song Qinghan felt a little scared inside.
She walked among the dead trees and weird vines, and from time to time one or two bats flew out of the sky, accompanied by the miserable cries of crows, making the place look even more eerie.
Song Qinghan shivered and walked forward aimlessly.
After a while, she saw a moderately sized camp set up on top of a piece of land.
Song Qinghan subconsciously wanted to sense it, but there was no information in his mind, only a blank.
She observed it nervously for a while and then touched it cautiously.
There is no one in the camp.
She hesitated and sneaked into one of the tents to see what was going on inside.
The tent was filled with large and small instruments, some of which were computers, and some of which Song Qinghan couldn't tell what they were.
There are several pieces of paper spread out on the table.
She picked it up and looked at it curiously, and found these lines of records on it.
"I guess they are going to Dongshan to offer sacrifices. If that's the case, why do they bring so many strange things?"
Song Qinghan thought about it, and after learning that these people were carrying firearms, her breathing quickened.
She knew that these people carrying arms were desperadoes, so as time passed, her inner anxiety increased exponentially.
At this time, a loud gunshot came from outside.
Song Qinghan was shocked when he heard this.
She was about to run away, but after thinking about it for a moment, she took away a pistol and magazines.
She took advantage of the darkness and hid behind a dead tree, holding her breath and silently watching the scene in front of her.
I saw a few strong men running back from afar in a hurry, with blood stains on their bodies and anxious faces, as if they had encountered some trouble.
They dragged a large box out of the camp, opened it, and took out several syringes.
"Quick, this kind of poison can never last more than five minutes!"
A man with a stern face ordered.
Several people who were poisoned took out syringes and gave themselves an injection. After a while, although their faces were still pale, they also improved.
"Commander, something has happened!"
A man shouted from inside the tent.
The man with a stern face frowned and walked in quickly.
After a while, the man gathered everyone together and said seriously: "After verification, our map is wrong and we can no longer judge by it."
"From now on, everyone will listen to me, do you understand?"
"clear!"
The strong men responded.
Song Qinghan could clearly see that there were not 17 of them, but only about 14 of them, most of whom were foreigners and only a small number of them were Chinese.
The man with the stern face should be their leader, and he is obviously Chinese.
Song Qinghan decided not to interact too much with them. She waited patiently for a while. While they were reorganizing the equipment, Song Qinghan secretly walked around from the other edge.
"Fortunately it wasn't discovered."
Song Qinghan couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief after bypassing the camp.
"Little girl, are you afraid of getting lost when you come to this dangerous place alone?"
A joking voice came from behind.
Song Qinghan was startled when she heard this. Just when she was about to turn around, the leading man behind her suddenly controlled her arm, making her unable to move.
Although Song Qinghan can't use her abilities at the moment, her soul power is there anyway, and her physique is naturally not inferior to that of the strong man.
She also fought against the strong man with all her strength, and was deadlocked for a while.
"Huh?"
A trace of surprise flashed in the strong man's eyes, and just when Song Qinghan was about to break free, a cold tube-like object pressed against her head.
"Do you still want to resist?"
The strong man sneered and threatened.
Song Qinghan was so frightened that she broke into a cold sweat. She quickly said with some fear: "Don't move, don't move..."
The strong man snorted coldly and shouted: "Go back!"
Song Qinghan trembled when he heard this, and hurriedly came to their camp tremblingly.