Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 570 Hunting Squad

  Walking here, Ah Zhen can smell the pungent smell of blood.

  A Zhen looked at Baomu's concentration, and admired him a little bit more.

  Baomu stared at the corpse and approached.

  The man’s head was hanging down, and he couldn’t see what it looked like. The two of them got closer to discover that a short arrow was nailed to the man’s chest, fixing the man’s body to the trunk.

  A Zhen pulled out the arrow, and Baomu put the man's body on the ground.

   is a man who is completely strange to both of them.

  A Zhen looked at the wooden arrow, "This...it's not like what a monster in the forest would do."

  Baomu was examining the man’s wound, and raised his head when he heard the words, "You mean, this was done by the player?"

   "I think it's possible." Ah Zhen nodded.

   "Then is this arrow a prop?"

  A Zhen shook his head, "No, there is no such item in the special item."

  The surface of the wooden arrow is not smooth, there are still a few rough wooden thorns standing on it, and the blood of the man penetrates deeply, covering the sharp wooden arrow with a dangerous hostility.

  The two of them focused on the wooden arrow, "Could it be that this is a weapon specially made by the player to attack?"

  What happened here?

  A really thought for a while, "Otherwise, you can try to enter his dream."

  "Enter his dream?" Baomu was a little dazed, "What should I do?"

  "Bone discs can not only connect dreams and reality, but also allow you to see other people's experiences through dreams," A Zhen explained patiently, "Xiao Lan did just that."

   "But Xiaolan was already..."

  Baomu looked at Ah Zhen's curious eyes and closed his mouth.

   "What is it?"

   "Nothing," Baomu picked up the bone disc, "Then I...what should I do?"

  A few minutes later, under the guidance of Ah Zhen, Baomu hugged the bone dish in his arms and lay on the ground, resting his right hand gently on the man's arm, closing his eyes.

  After losing consciousness, he did not immediately enter the dream state.

  Baomu felt like he was walking in the darkness for a long time, as if he was looking for something, and as if he was waiting for something.

  He walked and walked, walked and walked...

  Until I saw a faintly glowing white spot in the distance.

  He raised his leg and ran in that direction, ran very hard, ran desperately, but his legs seemed to keep spinning on the spot, and he didn't mean to get closer.

  The powerlessness in dreams.

  A long time passed.

  Behind his ear, a vague voice suddenly came.

  Someone behind him gave him a jerky push.

   Baomu's body rushed forward involuntarily, and the white light spot in the distance approached quickly, gradually expanding into a mysterious circle emitting white light. Baomu fell into the circle and was enveloped by the overwhelming white light.

When the white light dissipated, Baomu found himself still running.

  It is still dark all around.

  But it's different here.

  The information uploaded by the five senses also told Baomu the answer, and he returned to the jungle.

  In the jungle at night.

  Baomu's body is running, but it is not under his control. This feeling is very novel. When he lowered his head and saw his sleeves and pants, Baomu realized that he had actually successfully entered the man's dream.

  The man runs fast and dexterously. Judging from his extraordinary agility, this man must be a professional athlete.

  The man turned his head and took a look from time to time. He didn't even have time to wipe his sweat, just rushing.

  He is running away.

  What did he meet?

The movement behind    was concealed by the man's gasp, Baomu could only feel the man's vigilant eyes.

  After a while, the trees beside him became familiar.

  Here...isn’t it the place where the man died?

  Sure enough, the man stopped abruptly.

  A heavy gasp.

  The bushes in front of him rustled, and after a while, a dark shadow came out of the bushes.

  Moonlight outlines his silhouette. It is a man in black.

  The black-clothed man held a drawn crossbow flat in his hands, approaching it, and whispered, “Don’t move.”

  He raised his hands.

  The bushes behind him also rang. Baomu didn't need to look back to know that there was also a person behind him, and he should have been chasing after him.

  "Let me go, I'm just a normal player," he raised his hand and said, "My score is very low, and it will not pose a threat to you at all."

   The two men in front of and behind them both approached, and pointed at them with two crossbows.

   stepped back and pressed his back to the trunk.

  The man in front of him pointed his hand with a bow and crossbow, "Hand over your props."

   "I don't have any props," he said sincerely, "I only got a pen, but it was used up before, and now I have nothing, really..."

  The man behind him turned around and asked towards the dark bushes in front of him, "Ello, is what he said true?"

  The darkness between the trees solidified for a few seconds, and there was a rustling sound. Along with steady and steady steps, a pink-white figure appeared among the trees.

  The girl in the cake skirt, Ai Luo, had a sweet smile on her face, holding something flat in her hand, and approached them.

  "Wait a minute," Ai Luo stretched out her hand and pulled on the thing, "I just got it, I still don't know how to use it."

   Ai Luo walked to them, Baomu looked at the girl standing in front of him.

Ai Luo is in her early twenties. At this time, she is concentrating on dealing with the gadgets in her hands. It is a small black box, which looks a bit like a stereo. There is a green light on the upper right corner. It is Baomu never. Things I've seen.

   "Ah, this, this, it seems to mean safety," Ai Luo pointed to the green light, "So his score should be really not high, there is nothing to use, as for the props...how do you look at it?"

   "Can't the system directly tell us the data of all players?" A man grumbled grimly, "We have to give us this kind of thing."

   "I really don't have any props," he said, "If you don't believe me, you can search."

   "Not all props have a shape, little brother." Ai Luo smiled sweetly at herself.

   "Can you do it," the other man had no patience, "Or let me see..."

  "Grab your bow well, don't call him..."

   Said that it was too late, then it was fast, and he jumped up abruptly, even Baomu did not react, and his body had already rushed towards Airo in front of him.

   Baomu understood the thoughts of the body owner. This seemingly weak girl was the only breakthrough in this game.

  But the little girl's face faded for only half a second.

  The next moment, a wooden arrow suddenly flew in the darkness in front of him, and the wooden arrow pierced his chest, and the huge impact firmly nailed his body to the trunk.

  (End of this chapter)