Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

The night is dark, and the drooping skyline seems to be approaching people's heads.

"Shh... be good..." The short breath suddenly appeared, like a falling leaf, soft, but still sharp enough to draw blood, "You don't want to be discovered by people outside, right?"

While he was talking, footsteps like underworld soldiers passed through the trees.

"Ha... Huh..."

The only response was a few weak gasps that were suppressed but still escaped.

Time goes back to about a quarter of an hour ago.

In the wilderness and forest, the cold moon hangs high, and the pale moonlight leaks out from the clouds. After being filtered through the dense branches, when it falls to the ground, there is no color left, only the darkness that blends with the night. .

"Hurry up and chase him! He is seriously injured and has been drugged. He can't run far!"

"We must not let him run away!"

A rough voice sounded suddenly, accompanied by a burst of hurried footsteps, which was particularly harsh in the silence.

The birds and beasts in the forest were frightened and flew into the sky with fluttering wings. They did not forget to let out a few shrill screams, which seemed to be crows.

But in the pitch-black environment, apart from the sound that was amplified several times, not even a trace could be found.

"Click——"

The broken branches in the ground were trampled to pieces, and the slanting branches were directly cut off by the sharp blade of the sword, with no hesitation and ruthlessness.

"Search! You guys, please look carefully!"

"You go over there! The rest follow me."

"If you catch me, you'll be rewarded. It's so slippery... quickly, quickly, quickly!"

Those who are running hurriedly on the ground, those who are good at leaping on the branches like apes, their shadows are blurry. The cold white fire stood on short sticks that were thick at the top and thin at the bottom, swaying in the wind. From a distance, that bit of coquettish light rose into the sky and hung in the air, like a bush of ghost fire.

The dust was flying, and under the noisy voice of this group of people, the chirping of insects seemed to be a little weaker. I had to give in to them, hiding my figure tremblingly, for fear of disaster befalling me.

"Where is the person? Have you found him?" the leader asked gruffly.

"Go back to the leader. We've searched the entire west side and there's no trace." One person replied with his head bowed.

The leader moved his gaze to the other side, staring with round eyes, asking silently.

In the autumn night, the temperature inside has cooled down, and several people's bodies have been inevitably contaminated with moisture.

"Going back to the leader, there are none in the south, but we found the cloth hooked on the branches here. It must have been accidentally scraped off by the man before he ran away in a hurry."

"Continue to search south, we will definitely find him!"

Before the leader could respond after these words were spoken, another person objected: "I don't think so. Business strategy has always been cunning. How could he make such a mistake? The clothing material must have been a clue left by him to mislead us. "

"We can't fall for his trick."

"There is a cliff on the east side, so he will definitely not go there, and the north side is the direction we came from, so it seems that he must have gone to the west side."

"We need to go west to find him!"

"It makes sense." The leader reached out and touched his unshaven chin, his eyes narrowed.

"You, lead a group of people to the south, and the rest of the people will follow me to the west."

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

At this point, the sound of hurried footsteps, accompanied by the crisp sound of weapons and armor colliding, spread through the forest again.

At the same time, somewhere in the dense jungle on the south side of Shengyun Peak.

The almost inaudible sound of breathing was interspersed with the soft sounds of the leaves swaying. A short figure was hiding in the bushes, covered in black clothes from top to bottom, almost blending in with the surrounding darkness. Even with eyes wide open, it would be difficult to spot him.

If there must be any flaw in his concealment, it would probably be the faint smell of blood that he couldn't control himself and kept spreading into the air.

Shang Ce held his breath, and every muscle in his body tensed.

The sword has been unsheathed, and the slender jade-like hand is holding the sword hilt tightly. Perhaps because of excessive force, the smooth skin on the back of the hand can't help but show obvious veins.

His concealment skills have always been good, and he is not easy to find. Even if he is discovered, he may not be able to escape with his martial arts.

It's just that... Shang Ce unconsciously rubbed the complicated lines on the sword hilt with his fingertips, but his heart sank a little.

The burning and stinging pain in his eyes kept showing its presence.

Even if he didn't want to admit it, the fact was that his vision had begun to blur, like a layer of mist on the glass surface in winter, covering everything he saw with an indelible shadow.

Maybe if you wait a little longer, he might be completely invisible.

Shang Ce didn't know how effective this medicine was, but he knew that if he was completely blind now, he would definitely not be able to run away.

My heart skipped a beat.

He bit his lower lip. If this was really the case, as a general of Yu State, he had too many things under his control and could never fall into the hands of his enemies.

So he could only - Shang Ce's blurred eyes glanced at the long sword in his hand, with one or two drops of bright red blood left on the tip of the sword - and prepare for the worst.

As time passed, the noise seemed to be getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, there was a sound of old dead branches breaking from behind.

Is anyone coming?

A cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and just when Shang Ce was about to thrust out the sword in his hand, the person approaching spoke:

"Who are you?" The voice was gentle and graceful, like the soft and lingering breeze in the Jiangnan area, lingering and moving.

Listening to the voice, it's obviously someone...

woman!

Shang Ce's expression changed slightly and he stopped his hand abruptly.

But even though he stopped his hand, his vigilance became even more intense.

In this barren mountain and wilderness, apart from insects, there are almost no living creatures. How could a delicate and frail woman appear out of thin air?

And...he was dressed in white, and his feet were almost silent.

Shang Ce squinted his eyes, and he could be sure of this even if his vision was not very clear.

Did you encounter something dirty?

He doesn't believe this. People who spend all day wielding swords and guns on the battlefield will naturally not be afraid of ghosts and monsters.

But if she wanted to do something, he still had the strength to resist.

"Young Master?" The man asked again, seemingly confused, and even squatted down in front of him without warning.

"Yeah!"

There seemed to be a flash of cold light, and Nan Qiao felt a chill on his neck. He turned his head, and the blade of the sword was already touching the side of his neck. The blood stains on it had dried up, but a few traces of the bloody smell still remained, rushing into Nan Qiao's extremely sensitive nasal cavity.

"It has nothing to do with you." He was low and hoarse, like the coolness of a cold spring.

"It has nothing to do with me." Nan Qiao lowered his head and laughed, "But the young master is pointing a sword at me..."

She raised her hand and quickly tapped an unknown place on his wrist.

For a moment, Shang Ce only felt numbness in his wrist, accompanied by an uncontrollable sense of powerlessness. Even though he tried his best to control it, the sword still fell out of his hand, and then fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a burst of flying dust.

"It should have something to do with me, right?" She raised her eyes.