quadruple sleep

Chapter 336 I Can't See It

Nian Baixiao only felt that the face in front of him was unfamiliar.

Not only was I secretly shocked, but such a familiar face could become like two different people just by the changes in expression and eyes.

Nian Baixiao had never seen this person before. He was sure that it was neither Chen Lin nor Qiao Yuan. Could it be... the guard? But his mind quickly recalled Hang Si's description of the guard: although he was intentionally imitating Lu Nanshen, he could tell that he was much older than Lu Nanshen.

According to what Lu Nanshen confirmed with them later, the captain of the guard should be around 40 years old.

The face in front of me, the expression, doesn't look like he's in his forties. The madness in his eyes is very calm, and the word "contradictory" can be fully reflected in this person. It's hard to estimate his age for the time being.

"If you are not the captain of the guards, who are you?" Nian Baixiao shouted.

The man in the mountain fog laughed. The sound was not loud, but it sounded very creepy. He stood in front of the tent, covered in the dim yellow light, with a crazy and dark light in his eyes. He smiled and said, "Listen, he still knows you."

I also heard him say, "It is only a matter of time before you know me. What's so strange about that?"

"What can we do? Obviously now is a good opportunity to take action."

"Then do it, why waste time talking?"

"Tsk tsk, this guy is so handsome, I really can't bear to kill him."

Nian Baixiao was stunned for a moment before he realized that this man was talking to himself. No, to be exact, he was talking to the captain of the guard.

The two voices were clearly different when compared. The chief's voice was deeper, while the other voice was careless and youthful. Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the man say, "If you can't bear it, then I'll do it!"

The third person!

Nian Baixiao could tell by just the sound of his voice. The man's voice was cold and emotionless. He looked over and saw the man rushing towards him, punching him hard. Fortunately, Nian Baixiao was a racer and had quick reactions. He dodged the man's punch by tilting his head, but he only felt a cold wind brushing past his ears. He was shocked. This man was very strong.

Defense alone is not enough, Nian Baixiao has to attack as well. However, after grabbing the opponent's wrist, when Nian Baixiao punched him in the face, he stood there motionless, with an innocent look in his eyes.

The fist stopped at the bridge of the opponent's nose. Nian Baixiao was hesitant to strike him after seeing the look in his eyes. Besides, this face still belonged to Lu Nanshen after all. If he punched him, the bridge of Lu Nanshen's nose would definitely collapse. But in this moment of hesitation, the opponent seized the opportunity and kicked him. Nian Baixiao was distracted and had no defense at all, so he was kicked far away by the opponent.

A pretty standard dog-pooping posture.

Nian Baixiao lay there, fortunately he had protected his face in advance. He was hit hard by the fall, and his stomach was still aching. He raised his head with difficulty and stared at the other person, gritting his teeth in hatred, "Lu Nanshen! If you don't get out of here, I'm going to break up with you!"
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In the tent, Fang Sheng sat by the fire, feeling anxious. She tried to call the satellite phone but couldn't get through. Hang Si opened the door and came in. In less than half a minute, a layer of snow fell on her hair and shoulders.

Fang Sheng quickly moved a chair to the stove and asked, "Still no sign of them?" Hang Si's face looked bad, but he did not show any fear or panic, and his emotions were relatively stable. She came over and sat on the chair, warming herself by the fire, and the snow on her hair and shoulders gradually melted. She nodded, "The mountain fog and the snow still didn't show them."

"Is this really a trick?" Fang Sheng's eyes were filled with worry.

Hang Si nodded. "They won't leave us alone. And if they packed up the tent and left, there would at least be some noise. We didn't hear any sound."

Half an hour ago, Hang Si was dozing in her sleeping bag, and she casually told Fang Sheng that the next tent was quite quiet. Fang Sheng was still roasting potatoes at the time, and the smell of dry firewood and potatoes mixed together filled the tent. Fang Sheng also sighed and said, "Although the road ahead is unknown, it is quite pleasant to be able to roast the fire comfortably and sleep in a warm sleeping bag at this time."

Hang Si's eyelids kept drooping, and Fang Sheng's words seemed to be in her ears near and far. She felt that Fang Sheng had a very good mentality. No matter what the circumstances, he could always find emotional support. He was optimistic and cheerful, and never sad when encountering things.

After this thought flashed through her mind, the next second Hang Si suddenly sat up, wrapped in his sleeping bag, like a resurrected silkworm pupa. Fang Sheng could catch a glimpse of Hang Si from the corner of her eye, and she screamed in fright. She turned her head to look at her and asked what was wrong.

Hang Si didn't feel anything, but she felt something unusual, like an electric current, and even her hair could sense the abnormality. She sat quietly for a while, and suddenly said to Fang Sheng, "Is there no movement next door?"

Fang Sheng felt strange and was about to joke with her that Nian Baixiao should not take advantage of others when she suddenly realized something was wrong. If there were some small noises just now, there was really no movement at all now. Even if he was sleeping, he would occasionally make some noise.

Hang Si saw the change in Fang Sheng's expression and knew that he was not worrying too much. Without saying a word, he got out of the sleeping bag and strode out of the tent. Fang Sheng followed closely behind him.

I was dumbfounded as soon as I got out of the tent.

The fog was thick and there was even heavy snow. The campfire in front of the tent had been extinguished by the heavy snow, and the light of the lamp in front of the tent was extremely weak, as if it was covered by two or three fireflies. This was impossible. Fang Sheng had put the camping lamp on only after he made sure that the battery was fully charged. It had only been put on for a short time, so the battery life should not be that weak.

Hang Si was standing in front of Fang Sheng with her spine straight. Fang Sheng followed her gaze and this time was shocked.

Nian Baixiao and Lu Nanshen’s tents were gone.

In their sight, there was nothing beside their tent. Although the mountain fog blocked their sight, they could still see clearly whether there was a tent nearby. Fang Sheng pointed at the empty space, her voice trembling, "Where, where is it!"

Hang Si didn't say anything, but his face looked very ugly, and it was obvious that he was also forcing himself to suppress his fear. She stepped forward, looked at the open space for a while, then squatted down and reached out to touch the ground.

It was cold and hard, yet at the same time there was a tingling electric sensation.

Fang Sheng was trembling with fear, and walked forward to ask her what she felt. Hang Si was silent for a long time, stood up, looked around, and said to Fang Sheng, "Let's talk about it in the tent."

The tent was still warm, but Fang Sheng felt chilly all over, as if the snow outside had fallen into the tent. Hang Si's next words made Fang Sheng feel even colder. Hang Si said, "Neither they nor their tent disappeared, we just can't see them."