Chapter 1619 Illusion Killing Bureau
Chapter 1619: Illusion Killing Game
Wang Qiang glanced at it: "Bread, ham, beef jerky, compressed biscuits... Good guy, such a big bag of compressed biscuits can kill someone."
Fang Yang said: "If the critical moment comes, I will rely on this thing to survive."
The tent is very big. Although there are four people in it, it is not crowded. Simply spreading a blanket, Fang Yang looked outside through the transparent window.
In the clearing cleared previously, sturdy tents formed a circle. The location of the gap happens to be the lowest point on the ground.
I have to say that camping in the wild is also a science. Wang Qiang seemed to be addicted to barbecue. He got a few fish from somewhere and grilled them.
Seeing Fang Yang coming, Wang Qiang gave his seat to Dai Cheng to continue grilling. He came to sit next to Fang Yang and handed him a grilled fish: "Eat some?"
Of course Fang Yang was not polite, he took it and tore it into pieces and ate it. I have to say that Wang Qiang’s cooking skills are pretty good, at least better than those baked in ordinary stores.
Fang Yang couldn't help but joked: "Okay? How about opening a barbecue restaurant? I'll pay for it."
"It's useless to clean it up." Wang Qiang said in a low voice: "Do you think it's weird? Why is Dai Xianglong so arrogant?
And what is that thing he is holding? I don’t seem to remember that he brought that thing with him when he arrived, right? "
Fang Yang nodded gently: "Well, that thing was when he first came here. He left alone for a while and only appeared when he came back. It is indeed a bit strange."
Wang Qiang took a bite of the grilled fish: "I just want to see what tricks he can do. With the two of us here, do we still need to worry about him?"
Fang Yang didn't take this matter to heart. Although the bag in Dai Xianglong's arms was a bit special, Dai Xianglong was just an ordinary person and had no fluctuations in his energy.
Fang Yang asked: "Didn't you have a great chat with Dai Cheng just now? Did you know more about Dai Xianglong's situation?"
Wang Qiang whispered: "I asked, but he doesn't know much about this second uncle. It seems that except for occasional encounters, others don't know how Dai Xianglong lives on a daily basis."
"Well, let's take it one step at a time. Eat enough and go to bed early. You keep an eye on us until midnight, and I'll keep an eye on you for the rest of the night. Safety first."
With something on their mind, the two briefly exchanged a few words, then returned to their respective places to rest and remain vigilant.
I don't know why, as Fang Yang was lying there, he always felt as if something was staring at him in the dark. He turned around to search, but found nothing.
In the middle of the night, the heavy snow showed no sign of stopping, so Fang Yang got up to talk to Wang Qiang and went out for a walk. After making sure there was nothing unusual, he came back and lay down again.
With Fang Yang's current strength, even if he doesn't go out, he can still have a general understanding of the situation within a dozen feet.
The heavy snow fell all night and gradually stopped at dawn. However, it was replaced by a heavy fog, and the rescue requirements were still unable to be met.
In other tents, people were getting up one after another. The master in the kitchen had already prepared breakfast and was waiting for everyone to eat.
Although the conditions in the mountains and forests are difficult, as long as we set up camp, we will try our best to cook a hot meal for everyone, which is comfortable and clean.
Wang Qiang came out of the tent: "How is it? Did you find anything?"
Fang Yang shook his head: "Not yet."
"Ah!" Before they could say a few more words, they suddenly heard a scream coming from the woods nearby!
Fang Yang and Wang Qiang's expressions changed and they rushed over immediately. Not far from the nearby woods, two women were found slumped on the ground. From the looks of it, it would be convenient to go out together.
For field work like this, if there are women, they usually go together when it is convenient.
"What happened?!" Fang Yang asked, looking around nervously. Finally, his eyes stopped in front of the two women, where they saw a big snake coiled together and spitting out letters.
"It turns out to be this guy! Looks like we can add another meal."
Wang Qiang walked over and reached out to grab the snake, pinching seven inches of the snake. With a stroke of his left hand, the whole snake immediately softened like noodles.
Wang Qiang took out the knife from his body, directly picked out the snake gallbladder, threw it into his mouth, and kept mumbling: "This is a good thing, a great supplement!"
Fang Yang glared at him: "Can't you restrain yourself? Why are you like a savage?"
Wang Qiang said innocently: "Why did I become a savage? This is a great supplement!"
"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you." Fang Yang stretched out his hand: "Are you two okay?"
The two women were in shock, but they still took Fang Yang's hand and stood up: "It's okay, thank you, Director Fang."
Fang Yang smiled and said: "No need to thank me, it's fine. Go back quickly, it's time to have breakfast."
The four people returned to the camp and found a large bonfire burning in the middle of the tent. Everyone was talking and laughing together, and the atmosphere was quite relaxed.
Fang Yang looked around, and sure enough, he found Dai Xianglong's figure at the connection between the two tents. Moreover, he was actually painting!
Obviously Dai Xianglong didn't expect that someone could see so far in such heavy fog, so he didn't take any precautions.
This allowed Fang Yang to see clearly that in Dai Xianglong's painting, a brutal killing was going on under the dark sky.
Judging from the costumes of the characters in the painting, they must be from at least hundreds of years ago. And they seem to be from the same force!
It’s really hard to imagine, what was Dai Xianglong’s purpose in painting such a painting? It looks like a family feud, so what does it have to do with him?
Fang Yang was puzzled, but looking at Dai Xianglong's skillful movements and calm writing, it was obvious that he had drawn it countless times and had already mastered it.
Fang Yang was a little confused, why did he draw such a painting? What's the point? Before he could find the answer, Dai Xianglong, who suddenly lowered his head to draw, raised his head and smiled strangely at him.
Fang Yang suddenly felt that there was darkness in front of him, his body was not in control, and even his soul was not under his control!
In a trance, the scenery around Fang Yang changed completely, and the sky above his head became dark and low, filled with a chilling atmosphere.
"Kill!" Before Fang Yang could clearly see the situation around him, countless people who were the same as the characters in Dai Xianglong's paintings suddenly appeared around him, each with weapons in hand, fighting each other.
Fang Yang was right in the middle of the two groups, and seemed to be attacked from two sides at the same time! Fang Yang's heart sank suddenly. Although he knew it was an illusion, he still felt a little uneasy.
His intuition told him that if he was really hit, he might really die! In desperation, Fang Yang bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the sharp pain instantly made his soul clear.
There was almost no hesitation. Just as Fang Yang regained consciousness, his whole body suddenly fell to the side.
"Whoosh~ Whoosh~" There was a sound piercing the air, and something unknown quickly brushed Fang Yang's scalp and flew away, disappearing into the thick fog.
When Wang Qiang saw Fang Yang suddenly fall down, he immediately protected him behind him and was on guard: "What did you find?"
Fang Yang jumped up from the ground: "There is something weird here. I seemed to be confused by the illusion just now, and I almost got a killer move!"
Wang Qiang was also secretly surprised: "Illusion? Why don't I feel it?"
Fang Yang looked serious: "I don't know this either. It seems that the other party is very mysterious and should not be taken lightly."