squeak-
squeak-
The cracking sound of stepping on the snow layer rang all the way from far to near.
Step by step, with a little inquiry.
… the other party has at least basic vision and senses.
Sure enough, it wasn't aimless roaming.
After making a simple judgment, Jiang Fang gently took out the Swiss Army Knife, picked out one of the flat-blade knives, slowly opened it, and carefully covered the thin light refracted when the blade was lifted out with his fingertips.
But he was just halfway through when Nan Zhou lightly poked his waist.
He nods a little in the direction of the legs, then raises his finger and points to his eyes.
Jiang Fang raised an eyebrow.
… Nan Zhou’s idea was not wrong.
A pair of legs cannot have vision.
Then, given the characteristics of the half-length women they encountered before that could trot and jump, Nan Zhou probably thought that if these monsters could be active even after being disintegrated, the tiny parts might also have their own activities.
In order to verify this conjecture, Jiang Fang's index finger and thumb overlapped, and he blinked at Nan Zhou.
Nan Zhou knew what he wanted to do, and after hesitating for a while, he nodded slightly in agreement.
Jiang Fang clenched the handle of the knife tightly in one hand, raised his finger to the side of his ear, found the right moment, and snapped his fingers beautifully.
This is a good wind.
Based on the distance, the wind was enough to send the snap of fingers to those legs.
But the legs did not have any intention of rushing to give them a scissors kick after confirming the existence of the prey, nor did they have any intention of running away to report the news.
It walked calmly, step by step, towards the mirror reflecting the intense moonlight.
understood.
Go out without your ears.
The two quickly changed their course of action.
Nan Zhou put the light chain on his right hand.
In order to avoid attracting the attention of the other party, he turned his palm slightly to the side, refracted by the moonlight into the snow, and let the snow engulf it.
In the bright moonlight, the function of the light chain has been brought into full play.
Countless silver threads shuttled through Nan Zhou's palm.
He moved his fingers gently, like manipulating the silk on the palm of a Nuo puppet.
But a level 0 item is what it looks like with a level 0 item.
Although the ray of light refracted now has a solid body, it will collapse within a minute.
Nan Zhou threaded the silk thread into the soft snowdrift in front of him, wondering what he was doing.
Although the other party had no ears, they both considered the thick white mist that would inevitably come out when they spoke.
This is what the eye can see.
Jiang Fang wrote lightly on Nan Zhou's leg: "It's the first time I use it, can you?"
Nan Zhou glanced at him lightly, with a cold expression, but the content of his reply was rather unserious: "I played secretly in the middle of the night."
Although the deadly sound of stepping on the snow was within ten meters, Jiang Fang couldn't help laughing, leaning on the rock, and the corners of his eyes swept towards Nan Zhou were full of tenderness and smiles.
Nan Zhou was a little surprised.
... Why does Jiang Fang always smile at him
He felt very cold and fierce, and was not very close to him.
Like Yinhang, who never dared to get too close, or simply ignored him, was the way others treated him.
Nan Zhou licked his lips lightly, only to think that Jiang Fang had just rubbed there.
He took two more licks on his own initiative, only to taste the taste of snow frost.
That warm feeling was carried away by the wind.
But Nan Zhou knew that it really existed.
The legs finally got close to them.
An eyeball hangs, the ornament is tied with a thread, and the tadpole tail hangs from the tattered multifunctional belt of the legs.
The gray-white pupils with a circle of reddish thin ice flickered as the legs trudged, staring at the mirror that reflected the thin light.
Fortunately, the legs do not have noses.
Otherwise, you will definitely smell the smell of raw meat.
His eyes were numbly gathering information about his surroundings.
Not far from the mirror, there were shallow footprints. Although a lot of them were covered up by the wind and snow, the remnants were still there. Someone must have passed by here.
When the eyes looked around for the footprints that left, a snow mist suddenly rose, obscuring its sight instantly.
Nan Zhou quickly weaved the light into a simple snow shovel and went deep into the snow.
While it was close to the rock, with all his strength, he turned back and splashed it all over the face.
This action exhausted all the stamina he had just accumulated.
He fell down and sat on the ground, handing over the place to Jiang Fang.
The head and face were drenched in snow and sand, and the vision in that eye was blurred for a while, and the direction was lost.
But the legs are not too flustered.
It has trekked on the snowy field many times, and it is familiar with every stone and wood here, and it can be said to be as stable as an old dog.
Moreover, it does not belong to the same unit as the eye, and if the eye is attacked, it will not have any conditioned reflex.
It even took two steady steps forward.
Until Nan Zhou threw a skill onto its knees.
【Consequences of no skates】.
—Function: Make the opponent 100% slip.
There are no hard and fast rules for this skill.
The opponent has legs.
The monster in front of me happened to have only legs.
The legs were not guarded, and as soon as he lost his eyes, he fell and threw himself on the snow.
He fell with his legs upside down.
Taking this opportunity, Jiang Fang rolled out from behind the rock, swung the cold light horizontally, quickly and precisely cut the line connecting the belt and the eyeballs, grabbed the dropped eye in a volley, and by the way pulled the eye hanging on him. The silk thread on the belt, pinched the eyes in the palm of the hand, held a ball of snow on the spot, put the eyes in the center, and held the snow with force. puck.
He threw the puck to Nan Zhou with his backhand.
Nan Zhou took it straight, and immediately rolled the eye a few more layers of snow, forming a snowball the size of a fist.
Eye:…
You are all dogs.
Jiang Fang did not run away immediately.
Although two more steps with those legs would be enough to kick his knee.
He was carefully observing the shape of the legs.
The legs are very confused now.
Their actions of disintegrating and reuniting in this way, although convenient, also have disadvantages.
They don't have a single commanding brain.
Suddenly losing his sight, his legs twirled anxiously in place twice, and began to lean down, carefully using his toes to find his eyes.
The beauty of Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou's actions is that from the perspective of their legs, they are purely unlucky.
When the eyes found an abnormal light nearby, they came to check the situation.
A burst of snow mist fascinated its eyes.
Immediately afterwards, it accidentally fell to the ground, and its eyes were lost.
It can't either.
The hands are on the upper body, and the eyeballs are something that can only be used outside.
In order to make it easier to know the way, it can only pin its eyes on the waistband.
It looked around for a while, and found that after finding nothing, it was like a depressed and trapped beast.
After Jiang Fang turned back to the rock, he whispered to Nan Zhou, who was holding a snowball with eyes that couldn't move, "Look at it."
Nan Zhou lay down on the rock and studied the legs.
It is not difficult to identify who the owner of the leg is.
They dealt with the half-length girl.
These legs are similar in shape to a half-length female, and the sections of the waist can basically be seamlessly connected.
However, the strangeness of these legs is that its waist is still slender, but the proportions of its legs are seriously uncoordinated and bulging.
Especially the thighs and calves with the same thickness from top to bottom, bloated against the seams of the hiking pants that were about to burst, looked like a huge radish.
more importantly…
Nan Zhou turned his head away, held the snowball in his hand, and asked Jiang Fang, "Whose eye does it belong to?"
Jiang Fang's face sank like water: "I'm thinking too."
They met with three and a half "people" in the camp.
… None of them lost their eyes.
And the iris of this eye is a little different, it's hazel.
None of the climbers they had ever met had eyes of this color.
Hazel eyes, like these legs, never appeared in their field of vision from beginning to end.
Is it that it has been hiding in the tents where the climbers are camping from beginning to end, and has not shown up
Or is it with this extra eye, in another place, with another person
Jiang Fang, who was sitting on the rock, frowned in interest.
He tapped the rock surface lightly with his fingertips: "How many of them are there?"
Nan Zhou quietly looked at where they came from.
… Yinhang and the others don’t know the news yet.
There may be more than four pursuers they have to face.
Legs had no idea that the culprit was behind it, openly trying to break their game.
After twitching for a while, it kicked a rock under its feet and made a thud.
If a normal person kicks a stone with this kind of force, he might break his little toe.
But the legs looked as if they had found what they were looking for. They were so excited that they kicked their feet twice, becoming more certain of what they were doing. They took a step, picked a direction, and walked forward a little staggeringly. .
Nanzhou moved his fingertips, and a soft beam of light shot out from the moonlight, passed through its multifunctional belt, and tied a knot.
Without the eyes on the legs, they naturally couldn't detect them, so they just stepped forward with two radish legs and rushed forward.
Nan Zhou said, "follow it."
Jiang Fang: "Aren't you afraid that it will go all the way to find the woman who is only half-length?"
Nan Zhou: "It's possible."
Nan Zhou: "But if it could find that woman by sensing between its limbs, it would have left long ago, and it wouldn't be here looking for a way around in circles."
With that said, Nan Zhou walked to the area where his leg had just kicked his little toe and swept away the snow around him.
Under the snowdrift, there is a stone with a special shape, pointing straight to the south like an arrow.
It was just looking for a familiar marker.
Nan Zhou said: "It can only go to places it knows and trusts."
Jiang Fang said: "Then it may take us back to the camp halfway up the mountain. Where we started."
Nan Zhou: "It's also possible."
Nan Zhou: "But in that camp, we didn't see these legs, and we didn't see anyone with this eye."
He looked at Jiang Fang with seriousness in his eyes:
"If I were these climbers, I was so afraid of the invasion of outsiders, of course, I would arrange another person or a group of people in the most important and really guarded place."
The truth could not be more obvious.
It's just that they were bound and influenced by the concept of dungeon "racing" before, and it was taken for granted that everyone, including the NPC's starting point, should be on the same horizontal line.
Having said that, Nan Zhou pursed his lips: "You are right. There are indeed many uncertain factors."
Of course, the legs may be looking for its upper body, and of course it may be going down the mountain.
If it was before, Nan Zhou would have followed it.
But things are a little different now.
He could not fulfill his duty to protect his teammates well, and could not promise that he would protect Jiang Fang in the event of sudden danger.
Jiang Fang stared at his pursed lips slightly annoyed, and said with a smile, "Isn't this still me?"
Nan Zhou looked at Jiang Fang and shook his head seriously: "I have always said that I want to protect you. I can't… "
Before the voice could fall, it was sealed by Jiang Fang.
Across the soft cold-proof hat, Jiang Fang gave him a gentle and polite kiss on his forehead: "Occasionally make an exception and rely on me, it's okay."
Nan Zhou didn't come back to his senses for a while.
He raised his hand and pressed on Su Ma's itchy heart: "...what did you do to me?"
Jiang Fang's face was also slightly red: "Have I caused any impact on you?"
"Yes." Nan Zhou met his eyes and said suspiciously, "I want to listen to you. Why?"
Jiang Fang laughed heartily, but this smile carried a sincerity that is rarely seen in most of his smiles: "That's good."
…
Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang were holding their legs near and far, like walking their own dog in the backyard.
This scene is pretty weird.
But both of them looked the same as they should.
The legs need to find the way, so walk slowly and cautiously.
And it relies on its familiarity with the terrain to bypass many places where the snow is deep and difficult to travel.
This saves them a lot of effort.
Even Nan Zhou could easily follow him.
Nan Zhou even had the leisure to place a small snowball on top of the big round snowball, pinched a snowman in his palm, and held it to Jiang Fang.
Jiang Fang took it with a smile, studied it, and used a twig and two pebbles to give it a different kind of vitality.
They didn't know how many times the eyeballs sealed in the snowball rolled their eyes, and they were not interested in knowing.
Thankfully, that leg didn't go down the mountain.
It stumbled and groped all the way, taking the road up the mountain.
This road is quite flat, flat and wide to see at a glance.
This is indeed a climbing route that normal climbers would choose, but it is not a route that players of this racing copy can easily control.
Nan Zhou believed that, according to conventional thinking, players would never choose such a place where there is no shelter for a few kilometers before and after.
It's easy to relax. You can see someone from a kilometer away, and it's no different from courting death.
After about four hours of stop-and-go in the blizzard, his legs visibly raised their legs as they passed by a bush.
Nan Zhou still wanted to follow.
Jiang Fang grabbed Nan Zhou's hand and cut off the light projected by his finger chain.
He grabbed Nan Zhou's palm and led him to dodge and hide beside a dense but dead bush.
Jiang Fang was cautious, and every step he took, he planned a retreat for all emergencies.
He noticed that what those legs had stepped over was a transparent tripwire.
There's an ambush set up near here.
This also means that they have found the place they want to find.
And not long after Jiang Fang and the two rolled into the snow, a tent in the distance was opened by a hand.
… just a hand.
Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou quietly stuck their heads out.
What caught their eyes was a flat campsite that was supposed to be on the riverbank.
There was only one dumped tent that looked like an abandoned camp.
In the camp, human facial features and limbs are scattered densely.
When he saw his legs stumbling back, the pile of fragmented disintegration products gathered and stacked from all directions, starting from the face, slowly straightening up from the ground, forming a human shape.
The broken face had only one hazel eye open, and only a dark hole remained in the other eye.
He took off the lower half of his face that had just been restored, including one ear, and tied it casually to the side of his leg with a string.
It hangs beside those legs, as if just spliced together like this, they can form a whole that can share information.
Those withered lips, which were pressed against the seam of the trousers of the lower half of his face, asked coldly:
"what happened?"
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