Six Hundred and Twenty-Four If Possible

"Hehe" Jiang Xiao took a deep breath, but inhaled a mouthful of smoke and couldn't help coughing twice, "Ahem."

Then, Jiang Xiao saw a floor bunk.

A mattress made of a dozen thick white ghost furs. The owner of this tree house must have lived here for a long time. Although he did not make a bed, just a floor, there is a mattress made of wooden piles. chairs and table.

Is that a stone bowl?

Bait Jiang Xiao's mood was complicated, and he didn't know whether to be excited or disappointed. There was no cabinet in the room at a glance, and the wooden table had no drawers. Where could there be a place to hide things?

It had obviously been uninhabited for a long time.

What did you rely on to keep warm?

This house didn't even have windows or a chimney, and it was pitch black. How could I light a fire in the house to warm up?

Jiang Xiao, the decoy, stepped in and quickly collected information. Finally, he found blood that had solidified in the corner behind the wooden table.

Because the temperature here is very low, the blood is preserved. What puzzles Jiang Xiao is that the coagulated blood is little by little, just like a person having a nosebleed, falling on the ground little by little, falling in the corner, and even more. Some coagulated blood flowed along the sides of the wooden pile table, drawing several traces that had long since solidified.

Jiang Xiao, the decoy, had his hands on his waist, looking at the "Zheng" people with a complex expression, and murmured softly: "You are now, are you okay?"

Bait Jiang Xiao's eyes narrowed, he took two steps forward, stretched out his hand, and pressed it on the wall on the left.

The words he murmured also changed: "Where are you now?"

As the first "正" with a different handwriting was discovered by Jiang Xiao, more and more "正" characters belonging to the second person's strokes also caught Jiang Xiao's eyes.

The styles of rugged and graceful were so different that Jiang Xiao thought they might have come from a man and a woman.

There are five strokes in a "zheng" character, the first three strokes are from one person, and the last two strokes are from another person.

So the composition of this word means that he came back three days later, right?

In this vast sea of ​​"zheng" characters, these beautiful "zheng" characters and scattered strokes are rare, but they are enough to prove that not one person lives here!

Bait Jiang Xiao was silent for a long time, walked out of the wooden house, transformed into a crow again, fluttered his wings and flew up, looked around and found a smaller tree.

The crow landed on the snow, transformed into a human form, drew out the giant steel blade from behind, and slashed at the trees.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Click click click

After a while, the small tree fell over and was chopped into countless pieces of firewood by Jiang Xiao.

Bait Jiang Xiao carried the giant blade behind his back, hugged the firewood, and walked through the thick snow to the cliff dozens of meters away.

He cleared a clearing, surrounded the firewood, and transformed into a fiery red hunting bow and several burning flaming arrows.

Jiang Xiao, the decoy, took out several fire arrows and probed into the surrounding firewood.

He silently looked at the firewood under him, but in his mind, the room was filled with dense "righteousness".

I'm here, where are you?

There is no concept of time in the upper snowfield dimension. It is always filled with the afterglow of the setting sun, and you can always only see sunlight, but not the real sun.

After an unknown amount of time, at the foot of the opposite mountain, at the bottom of the canyon, a figure slowly crawled out of the underground cave. He took a deep breath, and his eyes suddenly widened.

He looked up at the top of the high cliff hundreds of meters away and saw wisps of green smoke floating high into the sky.

That's where the tree house is! ?

The man stared at this scene dumbfounded. He didn't come back to his senses for a long time. He grabbed his hair, turned around and returned to the cave, shouting excitedly: "Lanlan! Lanlan!"

The man stumbled into the cave, twisting and turning, and deep in the cave, he ran into a room with a bonfire burning.

In the sight, a woman was holding a 3 or 4-year-old child in her arms, walking around and humming a lullaby softly.

"Well" when the child heard the shouting, he couldn't help rubbing his eyes with his little hands and looked at the entrance of the cave, "Dad, daddy, come back to daddy."

The woman hurriedly covered the back of the little boy's head with one hand, pressed his little face on her shoulders, and continued to hum softly while walking in the room.

But when the woman turned around, she looked at the man in confusion.

The man opened his mouth and looked at the child who was sleeping lightly on her shoulder. He hesitated for a moment and whispered: "I'm going hunting. Go back quickly."

The woman nodded gently, then turned around and coaxed the child to sleep again.

The man took a deep look at this scene, turned around, and took steps forward.

When you walk out of this house, it's darkness, but the man is so familiar with the place that he seems to be able to walk out with his eyes closed.

All the way up the winding slope tunnel, finally, light appeared in front of him. He got out of the small cave and looked up at the cliff again. Unsurprisingly, the wisps of green smoke were still slowly coming. Slowly rising.

The man walked swiftly in the canyon, crossing a rugged stone snow path. He came to the opposite cliff, jumped lightly, and climbed onto the protruding rocks on the cliff.

Judging from the results of the man's rock climbing, he is not only an agile star warrior, but he also knows the environment here well.

On a cliff of several hundred meters, he felt as if he was walking on flat ground. Sometimes two sharp military blades appeared in his hands, which he used as mountaineering pickaxes to climb up quickly.

After an unknown amount of time, a hand clung to the edge of the cliff. Then, with force from that big hand, the man's body rose into the air and landed steadily on the cliff.

Following the direction in which the "wolf smoke" was floating, the man faintly heard the sound of a violent fight. To be precise, it was the roar of a white ghost.

The man's heart tightened. No matter who the person who raised the smoke was, he should be a human being. There must be no accidents!

How many years has it been, how long has he been searching, and how long has he been waiting?

Without saying anything, the man hurriedly touched it, but he heard the white ghost's voice becoming increasingly angry.

If you stay here long enough, you can discern the emotion in the White Ghost's roar.

Although to other people's ears, the roar of the white ghost was just a roar, the man understood the meaning of the roar of the white ghost. This guy should have gone from simply hunting prey to extreme personal hatred. .

Apparently, the white ghost was annoyed to a certain extent.

The man's pace quickly quickened and he hid behind a giant tree. He leaned forward slightly to take a look. The next moment, he was stunned.

He saw a giant blade that was spinning at extremely high speeds and flying back and forth.

He saw the white ghost stumbling in rage due to incompetence.

He also saw the dark clothes, so familiar yet so unfamiliar.

Especially the armband with red letters on a black background and the blood-red word "night" on the right sleeve of the dark military uniform.

The man stood up stupidly, night watchman! ?

He knew that there were countless vigil brothers stationed day and night in the lower dimensions, but once they reached the Holy Ruins, they were separated by heaven and earth.

Are they really brothers in the night watch?

Are they the brothers who accidentally entered the Holy Ruins?

After all, this man's clothes were still very new. The man's mood changed rapidly. At first, he was excited, excited, and then sad.

I feel sorry for this night watchman. If nothing else happens, this night watchman who strayed into the snowfield will spend the rest of his life here. Or maybe one day, he was surrounded and devoured by the white ghost group.

The man doesn't even know which outcome is better.

This snowfield is like a huge prison. If you stay here for a long time, it will sting your nerves all the time. Sometimes, living is more painful than dying.

Suddenly, the roar of the white ghost came to my ears again, but it was so hoarse.

The man hurriedly came back to his senses, only to see a golden green light emerging from the Night Watchman's elbow. The huge white ghost flew out directly, and the giant blade in the Night Watchman's hand also spun out, and the sharp giant blade was also blessed. The gold-grade green light shoots out rapidly!

Under such rapid rotation, the giant blade actually penetrated the white ghost's head with incomparable precision! ?

What kind of skill is this?

The man's body was trembling slightly and he was worthy of being a night watchman, but do you really want to waste your skills and the strength you have gained through blood and sweat day and night?

The giant blade pierced the giant white ghost's head and nailed it into the giant tree.

Jiang Xiao, the decoy, did not step forward. His keen senses had already discovered that there was someone behind him.

That person should be well-intentioned. At least the other party didn't attack and didn't seem to have any intention of hiding?

Slowly, Bait Jiang Xiao turned around and saw the "savage" standing by the tree.

This is a man wearing a white ghost fur coat.

At first glance, Jiang Xiao could regard him as a savage, but at second glance, Jiang Xiao discovered that the white fur coat was very well made and was not simply sewn together.

The man is about 1.8 meters tall with a thin face, but a large frame and broad shoulders. He has thin stubble on his face and short hair. It can be seen that he must be trimmed regularly.

Jiang Xiao frowned slightly and looked up and down at the man's clothes. When a person struggles to survive in an isolated place such as a wilderness or an isolated island, and still maintains a certain image after living for a long time, then there is a high probability that one can infer the fact that he may not live alone. .

But the thin man's eyes narrowed. He saw the face of the vigil brother wearing a strange circle mask, and also saw the pair of dark eyes.

A muffled voice came from the strange circle mask: "Name."

The thin man opened his mouth, but did not respond immediately.

Jiang Xiao came to the white ghost, pulled out the giant blade, turned to look at the thin man, and heard a muffled voice again: "Name."

This is just a confirmation process. In fact, there was no need for a name at all. Jiang Xiao had seen his face and it already matched the face in the information.

However, compared to that time, the man at this time seemed so vicissitudes of life.

The man still didn't speak.

But within the circle of masks, a muffled voice came: "Soldier of the Guardian Legion, Hu Wei, male, Han nationality, born in 1989, disappeared on January 18, 2011, went out on patrol with his companion Canglan, and has been there till now Not returned." (See Chapter 361 for details)

Hu Wei's body was trembling slightly, his heart was beating violently, there were tears in his eyes, and there was a hint of choking in his voice: "Does anyone still remember me?"

If possible, Jiang Xiao would like to say to him: I am here to take you home.

However, Jiang Xiao did not have such ability.

"Hey" a deep sigh came from the circle mask.