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Chapter 98 Directly ahead

"Quiet."

When Coop heard Kraft issue such an order, his attitude was different from his usual discussion attitude. It was like a sword blade he had never seen before. He was straightforward and firm. The tough tone was something he had only heard briefly during the inquiry in the Salt Tide area.

He instinctively chose to obey, shut up and looked at the footsteps of William at the head of the team, adjusting his pace accordingly. He had already seen the consequences of discounting Kraft's serious request, and the lesson was so profound that he would never do it again in his life.

Following Kraft's example, Coop quickly looked back. At a glance, he only saw the flickering torch, reflecting the blurred face of the adherent. The darkness followed his progress, maintaining the color of no more, no less, exactly five.

A long distance.

The thick night behind is like the tide in a salt tide area. The turbid and opaque fluid buries sharp shell fragments and fish bone spurs in dark places that are out of sight. People walking in it will step on it, and the wounds will ulcerate after a few days.

Purulence, whole body fever.

This was Kupp's deepest fear before that experience. He couldn't figure out how a small wound made in the turbid current could be fatal.

Combining the two, he discovered an astonishing consistency. The team was in another larger-scale turbid current and knew nothing about the contents outside the two torches.

The hills that he was tired of seeing were the same as the ground near his home. They were swallowed by the darkness that came from the sea or the sky to fill the gaps, completing the transformation from familiarity to ignorance.

There are changes happening inside, but it's not as simple as a splinter that makes the wound suppurate.

The steps in front of him alternated between fast and slow twice, deliberately staggering William's rhythm. Kraft turned his head again, looking back over his shoulder, with a faint fire reflected in his eyes.

The arm that was swinging as he walked stopped, and he pressed it on the left side of his waist. Only after receiving training did Kupp know the meaning of this action, and it was repeated repeatedly for emphasis.

Pressing it against his waist, the strong and reliable handle of the hammer gave him some comfort. He understood why Kraft liked to do this.

Looking back, looking at Coop, Kraft nodded slightly to him, walked forward at a faster pace, and patted William on the shoulder. The sailors looked at Coop who looked back, and silently lit a new torch.

The team returned to its original pace, and Kraft also retreated to his side. One hand never left his waist, but the other hand was pressed on the side of his head, and his eyes were slightly narrowed.

Quiet, okay, be quiet... Coop gritted his teeth. Kraft's behavior confirmed his thoughts, but he couldn't ask because of the order.

The thought that arose had already reached his lips and was pushed back. However, in the monotonous rush, only the occasional turning route and the sound of footsteps in his ears were noteworthy, and he couldn't help but listen.

Under the leadership of William, the team maintained a slow and rhythmic pace, and everyone unconsciously followed the steps of the previous one.

There was a slight time difference in the sound of footsteps coming from both sides, and merged into the ear canal. It was also mixed with the clatter of horse hooves. With his hearing, it was really difficult for him to distinguish the direction and even the corresponding person.

But Kraft definitely changed his pace, as if to force someone to keep pace with them.

Is it true that a person can walk on a mountain road without lighting? It could be a local who is familiar with the road, or it could be something else...

His knowledge could not currently provide him with another option, and he would choose to walk simultaneously with them. On the other hand, he had never seen anyone who could blindly walk a mountain road from memory in the dark night, and neither could his guide Peter.

Kupp slowed down and tried to distinguish the sounds of their footsteps as he approached the three people at the end of the group.

People who live on the deck have a stable lower body, and the legs that can stabilize the body on the crest of the wave are not bad on the mountain trail. The thick hemp braided soles of the three people are similar, and they are no different from the heavy tread of the Kraft boots in front of them.

Difficult to distinguish.

He was a little surprised to achieve his goal so quickly, but it didn't help. Coop didn't hear the unusual footsteps from behind.

He let go of his hand on the hammer handle and looked at Kraft in confusion. The latter did not look back. His knuckles were bent a few fingers behind the outer canthus, as if he had a sudden unbearable headache, but his eyes were fixed on him.

Follow the unlit road on William's side.

His leather-booted feet hit the rocks and he staggered a few steps. This dangerous move frightened Coop and he quickly stepped forward to help him, but the horse held him back.

A stinging and rough feeling of friction came from the palm of his hand. The rope holding the horse was suddenly tightened, and he almost escaped. The mules and horses neighed and raised their front hooves, trying to turn back. The sudden burst of force made Kupucuo

He was dragged away without any defense.

"Let go!"

Kupu subconsciously let go of the rope, and then realized that it was not him who was talking, but Yin Feng, who was hugging the horse's neck in the saddle and his whole body was lifted up.

The mules and horses seemed to have been frightened by an unknown source, forgetting the riders on their backs and the dangers of the mountain road, and ran away backwards, rushing aimlessly. The crew members on the route tried their best to avoid the side of the mountain to avoid hitting the crazy horse head-on.

Kupp was still torn between grabbing the rope or protecting himself. The crew did not have the guts to stop the livestock, which was far stronger than humans. When the horse was about to start, a figure had already passed by quickly, and the wind blew the burqa and opened it.

The hood is hooded, and the golden hair is messy and flying.

The bright white arc-shaped reflection caught up with the galloping horse's hind legs and cut into the most developed muscle part, interrupting the exertion of force. The painful legs could not exert force. As soon as the speed slowed down, the body tilted to the same side and fell.

"Hold your head, Yin Feng!"

Needless to say, Yin Feng consciously let go of her head when the horse fell, curled up and was thrown out. This action probably saved her life. Instead of being stepped on by the horse's hooves, she rolled into a bush.

In the bushes on the edge.

The uncastrated mules and horses rushed out a few steps and struggled into the dark night outside the torch. Then the heavy objects rolled down, gravel and gravel scraped their fur, and there were muffled sounds of several rapid downward and far away collisions, and a very small echo.

It came after a few seconds, like a faint swallowing sound.

Kraft lifted up his sword, which was still bleeding, and opened the bushes to check Yin Feng's condition. William turned back from the head of the team and held a torch to illuminate him.

"William, please go back. Come here at the end of the team." Kraft opened his cloak and checked Yin Feng's injury. Fortunately, the bush behind him was still lush, and most of the force was removed at the cost of broken stems and leaves. Only the exposed

There are a few more scratches on both hands.

The little guy got up from the ground with Kraft's hand. There were a few leaves on the ends of his hair, and his cloak was torn on a broken branch, but he seemed to be fine.

Kraft had no intention of relaxing, and frequently tilted his head towards William between inspections, urging him to return to his position at the head of the team.

As William came to the middle of the team, Peter, who was originally walking parallel to him, had fallen to the edge of the torch circle. He was confused and didn't accept the fact that he went crazy and fell off the cliff because of his important property. He was wondering if this would be considered reimbursement.

After the frightened horse, instead of looking after its owner, it turned away from him and ran away.

Kupp suddenly thought about why he couldn't find the problem at the end of the team. When everyone was concerned about Yin Feng, he followed Kraft's line of sight.

The darkness behind the guide seemed impure, like the ink that had been left open on the table overnight, falling into flying insects and dust, adding erratic things to the uniform background.

With my semi-night blind eyesight, I could barely see the dim objects like floating ladles, which briefly stood at shoulder height outside the aperture, emerged in the darkness for a moment, and then sank into the unfathomable ink-like night.

With a quick glance, the people walking backwards in front of me realized that they were no longer following, and they stretched out their flat, wide faces and peered into the aperture.

There was no sense of being watched, and Coop lost his impression of it in the blink of an eye. Everything behind Peter was as usual, and what he saw was just an illusion under bad lighting, a face without eyesight.

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