Super Golden Eye

Wang Qiang glanced at it: "Bread, ham, beef jerky, compressed biscuits... Good guy, such a large package of compressed biscuits can kill people."

Fang Yang said: "If it comes to a critical moment, I will rely on this thing to continue my life."

The tent is large, although there are four people, it is not crowded. Simply spreading a blanket, Fang Yang looked out from the transparent window.

The sturdy tents formed a circle on the cleared land before. The location of the gap happens to be the lowest-lying place.

I have to say that camping in the wild is also a learning. Wang Qiang seems to be addicted to grilling, and I don't know where he got a few fish while grilling.

Seeing Fang Yang coming, Wang Qiang gave his seat to Dai Cheng to continue roasting. He came to Fang Yang to sit down and handed him a piece of grilled fish: "Have some?"

Of course Fang Yang would not be polite, so he tore it and ate it. I have to say that Wang Qiang's craftsmanship is still good, at least better than those baked in ordinary stores.

Fang Yang couldn't help but joked: "Yes? Would you like to open a barbecue restaurant? I will pay for it."

"It's useless to clean up." Wang Qiang whispered: "Do you think it's weird? How come Dai Xianglong is supernatural?

And what is he holding? I don’t seem to remember that he brought that thing with him when he arrived, did I? "

Fang Yang nodded softly: "Well, he left alone for a while when he first came here, and only appeared when he came back. It is indeed a bit strange."

Wang Qiang took a bite of the grilled fish: "I want to see what tricks he can do. With the two of us here, do you still have to worry about him?"

Fang Yang didn't take this matter to heart either. Although Dai Xianglong had a special bag in his arms, Dai Xianglong was an ordinary person, and there was no fluctuation in his vitality.

Fang Yang asked, "Didn't you talk to Dai Cheng very happily? Did you know more about Dai Xianglong?"

Wang Qiang whispered: "I asked, but he and this second uncle don't know much about it. It seems that, except for occasional encounters, others don't know how Dai Xianglong lives normally."

"Well, take one step and take one step. Take a rest early when you're full. You watch midnight, and I stay at midnight. Safety comes first."

There was something in their minds, and the two exchanged a few words briefly, and then each returned to their place to rest and stay alert.

For some reason, Fang Yang lay there, always feeling as if something was staring at him in the dark. Turned around to search, but found nothing.

In the middle of the night, the heavy snow didn't mean to stop at all, Fang Yang got up to make a handover with Wang Qiang, and went out for a round. Make sure there is nothing unusual, then come back and lie down again.

With Fang Yang's current strength, even if he doesn't go out, he can get a general understanding of the situation within a radius of more than ten feet.

The heavy snow fell all night, and only gradually stopped at dawn. However, it was replaced by a heavy fog, which still failed to meet the rescue requirements.

In the other tents, people have also risen one after another. The master in the kitchen has already prepared early and is waiting for everyone to eat.

Although the conditions in the mountains and forests are difficult, as long as the camp is set up, they will cook as much as possible a warm meal for everyone, eat comfortably, and be clean and hygienic.

Wang Qiang came out of the tent: "How is it? Anything to find?"

Fang Yang shook his head: "Not yet."

"Ah!" Before they could say a few more words, I suddenly heard an exclamation from the woods next to him!

Fang Yang and Wang Qiang's expressions changed, and they rushed over for the first time. Not far from the nearby woods, two women were found sitting slumped on the ground. It seems that it should be convenient to come out together.

For fieldwork like this, if there are women, they usually go with them when it is convenient to come out.

"What happened?!" Fang Yang asked, looking around nervously. Finally, his gaze stayed in front of the two women, a big snake spitting out the letter.

"So it's this guy! Looks like you can add meals again."

Wang Qiang walked over and stretched out his hand to grab it, and pinched the snake's seven inches. With a stroke of his left hand, the whole snake immediately softened like noodles.

Taking out the knife from his body, Wang Qiang directly picked the snake gall out and threw it into his mouth. He couldn't help but muttered, "This is a good thing, it's a good thing!"

Fang Yang glared at him: "You can't converge? Why are you just like a savage?"

Wang Qiang said innocently: "Why did I become a savage? This was originally a supplement!"

"Be lazy." Fang Yang stretched out his hand: "Are you two okay?"

The two women were in shock, but they still took Fang Yang's hand and stood up: "It's okay, thank you Fang Dong."

Fang Yang smiled and said, "You don't need to thank me, it's okay. Go back quickly. It's time for breakfast."

The four returned to the camp and found that a large bonfire had risen in the middle of the tent. Everyone gathered around and joked, and the atmosphere was fairly relaxed.

Fang Yang looked around, and sure enough, at the junction of the two tents, he found Dai Xianglong's figure. Moreover, he is really painting!

Obviously Dai Xianglong didn't expect anyone to see so far in such a foggy situation, so he didn't have any precautions.

This gave Fang Yang a real look. On Dai Xianglong's painting, under the gloomy sky, a violent tearing and killing was taking place.

Judging from the costumes of the characters in the painting, it is at least the characters hundreds of years ago. And it seems that they are still people of the same force!

It is hard to imagine, what is the purpose of Dai Xianglong painting such a picture? It looks like a family fight, what does it have to do with him?

Fang Yang was puzzled, but seeing Dai Xianglong's proficient movements and steady pen strokes, he obviously didn't know how many times he had painted, and he was already proficient in his chest.

Fang Yang couldn't figure it out, why did he paint such a picture? What's the point? Before he could find the answer, Dai Xianglong, who suddenly bowed his head, raised his head and gave him a weird smile.

Fang Yang suddenly felt the darkness in front of him, his body was not at his disposal, and even his soul was not under his control!

In a trance, the scenery around Fang Yang completely changed, and the sky above his head became dark and gloomy, filled with a sense of murder.

"Kill!" Before Fang Yang could see the situation around him clearly, suddenly there were countless people around him who were the same as the characters in Dai Xianglong's painting, each raising weapons and fighting each other.

Fang Yang is right in the middle of the two groups, and seems to have to withstand attacks from both sides at the same time! Fang Yang's heart sank fiercely. Although he knew this was an illusion, he was still a little uneasy.

Intuition tells him that if he is really hit, he may really die! In a hurry, Fang Yang bit his tongue vigorously, and the sudden pain made his spiritual platform clear.

Without any hesitation, Fang Yang had just regained consciousness in his body, and his whole body slammed to the side.

"Swish~wish~" There was a sound of breaking through the air. I didn't know anything, and quickly wiped Fang Yang's scalp and disappeared into the thick fog.

When Wang Qiang saw Fang Yang suddenly fell, he immediately guarded him behind him, carefully guarding: "What did you find?"

Fang Yang jumped up from the ground: "It's a bit weird here. I just seemed to be confused by the illusion and almost hit a killer move!"

Wang Qiang was also surprised secretly: "Illusory Realm? Why don't I feel it?"

Fang Yang looked serious: "I don't know about this either. It seems that the other party is very mysterious and should not be taken lightly."