The rain stopped,
The sky was still very dark, but the grass on the ground was bright green and particularly energetic.
Under the cover of clumps of wild grass, large and small puddles lay there quietly, reflecting the black clouds and skylight. In the silence, there was a sense of unique wildness.
Zhang Yang emerged from the tent again, holding a wooden spear in both hands. Although his body was so weak that a gust of wind could blow him over, his eyes were as dangerous and cunning as a wild wolf.
After looking around for a long time, he tremblingly walked toward a cowhide tent more than a hundred meters away.
These are the only three tents left in the temporary camp, and there is a reason why they were left behind.
Maybe what's waiting inside is a rotting corpse, or simply something more terrifying than death.
A few minutes later, Zhang Yang arrived in front of the tent. After a moment of hesitation, he chose a strong position, grasped the center of gravity of his advance and retreat, and finally turned away and used a wooden spear to gently lift the entrance curtain of the tent.
A rotten stench rushed out. The people inside were dead. The bodies were highly decomposed, and white maggots could be seen rolling around.
But Zhang Yang still carefully inspected every corner of the tent.
"This is a strong man. The leather armor on his body, the sword and shield beside him, the calluses on the tiger's mouth, and the position of the weapons all prove that he is an experienced warrior."
"The injury on his body was on his left arm. It's hard to tell what kind of weapon it was. But at least the man had been bandaged and treated well before he died."
"So the reason for his death is interesting. It was not due to excessive injuries, let alone wound infection. It was more like some kind of epidemic, a disease that could be transmitted. Otherwise, this man's weapons, equipment and luggage would not be able to use it. It’s here.”
"It can even be inferred from here that this temporary camp was quickly abandoned, perhaps because of the panic caused by this mysterious epidemic."
Zhang Yang thought for a while, then stabbed the corpse with a wooden spear, coating the tip of the spear with the rotten yellow flesh.
Then he turned and headed to the other tent.
This tent is no different, even more dilapidated, and the owner inside should have been dead for the same long time.
But Zhang Yang still maintained the greatest vigilance, and the steps he had to take were exactly right.
The moment he turned away and carefully opened the tent curtain, there was only a whooshing sound in the air, and a crossbow arrow whizzed past Zhang Yang's head ten centimeters away. Then, before Zhang Yang could react, a crossbow arrow whizzed past Zhang Yang's head. With a low roar, a body like a violent bear rushed out, holding a sharp dagger and stabbed down with great ferocity!
Uh, it's empty.
Zhang Yang was holding a two-meter-long wooden spear, so not only was he standing off, but he was also two meters away. The killing move designed by the big man was very brutal and exquisite. He was definitely a professional warrior. Even if ordinary people react quickly, It was difficult to dodge this fatal blow.
But now - so embarrassing!
The big man like a violent bear had fierce eyes and a sharp blade in his hand, but he could only lie on the ground in front of Zhang Yang, not daring to move, or in other words unable to move.
One of his legs was rotten.
What's more, the wooden spear in Zhang Yang's hand was aimed at his eyes, only one centimeter away.
The two sides stood motionless for several minutes before Zhang Yang spoke.
"Want to die? Or do you want to live?"
The voice automatically turned into some kind of crooked insect language.
Zhang Yang was already used to this.
The big man didn't speak. He had gray messy hair, blue-white eyes, tall cheekbones, and three hideous scars on his face. He was about forty years old.
"spit!"
The big man spat out a mouthful of phlegm and closed his eyes, not even interested in communicating.
Zhang Yang smiled and continued in that insect-like language: "My name is Wooden Spear Jack, and I am the destiny priest of the greatest mountain god Aninani Tony of Shenmu Peak. I will say three sentences next. First, I have no interest in killing you; second, I can save you; third, the price of saving you is that you have to become a devout believer of the Shenmu Peak Mountain God."
After hearing this, the big man finally opened his eyes with a rather disdainful look.
"The son of the shoe repairman Tucker Joseph, the little shoe repairman Rick Joseph, you are worthy of dying in the garbage dump. When did you become a sacrifice? Huh! And the damn evil god, I am waiting for you to be tied to the fire. Howl on me, even your sinful soul will be purified!"
I'll do it!
Zhang Yang was stunned, and he actually failed in pretending. This guy recognized him, and judging from his tone, he seemed to have very devout beliefs.
"My name is Jack Wooden Spear now, so let's officially get to know each other!"
Zhang Yang smiled, didn't care, and was very cheeky.
Because he had determined that this big man was also infected with the fatal infectious disease, but his body was strong enough to hang on to his life. But if there was no way to solve the plague, he would die sooner or later.
In this case, there are more places to operate.
"snort!"
The big man continued to close his eyes, indifferent.
Zhang Yang chuckled, grabbing the spear and moving it slowly, but the tip of the spear covered with yellow gunpowder was always aimed at the big man's eyes, temples and other vital points.
"In my hometown, there is a behavior called hawking. I don't know much about it, but now, my friend, do you think you look like an eagle? And the most violent and dangerous kind of eagle?"
"My current situation is very bad, but I still have enough time and enough means to survive you. Well, unless you are bent on seeking death, then I have absolutely nothing to do."
"Of course, you can also treat me like an eagle. This will be a fair war."
Zhang Yang spoke softly, as if he were facing his closest friend.
Gradually, he retreated slowly, the wooden spear still aimed at the back of the big man's head, cervical spine, back of the heart, and even the other complete and healthy leg.
Zhang Yang's intention is simple, he wants to get the crossbow, and the next step is the official start of the game.
"I guess you must be a person of distinction. Look at your silk underwear and the patterns embroidered on the sleeves. Does that represent the family crest?"
Zhang Yang was leaning against the entrance of the tent. The crossbow inside was only one step away from him, but he did not go to get it. Instead, he carefully looked at all the clues carried by the big man and pointed them out one by one.
In this battle, the most important thing is to attack the heart!
But the big man listened quietly, like a dead man, paying no attention at all.
Zhang Yang also talks to himself,
"Although your hair and beard have become very messy in the past two days, I can still see the well-trimmed outline before. Therefore, I make a bold guess that you should be a very self-disciplined person."
"As for a nobleman with good fortune, high status, and strict self-discipline, I can't think of any reason why you would refuse my rescue for you?"
"It can't be because I am a low-status shoe repairman! And before this, I, a shoe repairman, should not be qualified to be the enemy of a noble like you."
"Then there can only be one reason. Do you particularly hate heretics?"
(Thank you all for your support and blessings. Mother and son are safe. I took the time to finish writing a chapter today and will be back to normal tomorrow)