The bald horse chased westward.
Ren Ning turned a blind eye and continued to lie down.
Sure enough, within a few minutes, the bald man rode around in a circle and returned to the two corpses.
He cursed a few times in Xiliang dialect, and had no choice but to look for clues again. After struggling for a long time, he got on his horse and headed west again in despair.
It was getting dark and the wind was getting stronger.
Ren Ning lay motionless, occasionally glancing towards the northwest.
The grass was thick and the sky was gray, but his golden fingers were invincible.
The bright red number 65 on the opposite side is like the nanny in the game PK. Even though he was hiding under the heavy protection of the enemy, he was still so eye-catching that anyone could find him at a glance.
No. 65 moved his position to a small bush not far away and did not leave.
In the meantime, the bald head came back again.
He still couldn't find anyone, so he had no choice but to chase him in another direction.
No. 65 sat up with confidence, took out the dry food and started eating.
Suddenly a hand stretched out from behind and covered his mouth. The sharp arrow instantly pierced his throat and was still spinning hard inside.
Uh-huh!
No. 65 muttered a few words, and the right hand that reached for the dagger dropped weakly.
In Ren Ning's eyes, the bright red words on his head faded quickly and turned into a colorless zero in the blink of an eye.
He didn't pull out the arrowhead, but just took out a few handfuls of mud and stuffed it on the enemy's wound. He then took out the horse rein and tied the body tightly to the small bush behind him.
At first glance, it looks like the whole person is still sitting firmly on the ground.
After picking up the loot, Ren Ning quickly headed towards the promising ambush point.
When he arrived at the ambush point, he was multitasking. While stuffing Xiliang people's rations into his mouth, he fumbled and checked the weapons he had just received.
There were not many weapons, a small soft bow, a pot of 18 arrows in total, and a sharp short knife about 30 centimeters long.
With the weapon, Ren Ning felt more at ease.
As he ate, he looked around.
Goldfinger is very useful.
No matter how dark the sky is or how dense the weeds are. As long as there are no red numbers around, it's safe.
However, as soon as his eyes turned around, about 20 meters due east, he saw a faint red number, 15.
Ren Ning's heart froze.
The Xiliang people's rations are tough mutton, which is almost difficult to swallow without chewing it thoroughly and without adding water. But he couldn't care so much and swallowed it alive.
After swallowing half full, Ren Ning made a big detour and slowly touched the red number.
The closer he got, the more confused he became. When he got close enough to see him clearly, Ren Ning couldn't help but laugh and cry.
He recognized the thing with the red number 15 on it. It was actually a white grass.
This kind of grass is quite common in the grassland, and horses, cattle and sheep hardly eat it. If you accidentally eat it, you will definitely have diarrhea.
Go back to the ambush point and hide yourself. Ren Ning sipped his saliva and considered his golden finger while paying attention to the movements around him.
Obviously, the green numbers represent benefits to yourself. Red numbers represent harm to yourself. As for the size of the number, it is estimated that the larger the number, the greater the advantage or the greater the threat.
The gold finger is very easy to use. The only thing is that it cannot be used for a long time. If you use it for a long time, you will have a headache.
Just thinking about it.
Da da da.
The sweaty bald head rode back again.
"Mother Xipi, you are really living in hell!"
"Where is this Yun Chui kid hiding? Don't let me catch him, otherwise I will have to pull out his intestines and use them as reins..."
"The bones of the one I caught last time were still strong, and he was still cursing when he was about to die. I cut off both of his arms and fed them to the dogs to see how hard he could get."
He cursed fiercely in Xiliang dialect, then turned to look at the bush, "Guishou, do you have any water? I'm so thirsty."
At this time, it was not completely dark yet, and the wind was getting stronger. There was a rustle all around, and the bushes moved up.
"Out of water? Still refusing to give it?" Baldhead snorted angrily, "I tie my head to my pants every day and use it as bait for you eggless ones. Are you even willing to give me a sip of water?"
After saying that, he patted his mount and got off the horse, letting the horse eat grass around to satisfy its hunger. He angrily cleared away the weeds and headed towards the bushes.
"You eggless thing, why are you hiding? That Yunchui mouse is definitely not here! It's likely that he was seriously injured and died, and then he was dragged away by the wolf and eaten up."
"Ghost hands?"
call out!
There was the sound of arrows in the wind, and before the bald head could react, a bloody flower exploded from his neck.
Well!
With a muffled groan, he pushed the golden mountain over the golden pillar, and fell heavily in front of the ghost hand with a thud.
After a successful move, Ren Ning looked around for a few seconds and quickly ran towards the bushes.
After running a few steps, he was startled.
The bald head lying on the ground still had the blood-red word 75 on it.
Maybe it was because of the strong wind that the shot missed, or maybe because the bow was weak and the wound was not deep, the bald head did not die.
He glared angrily at Ren Ning, who was rushing not far away from him, with cruelty in his mouth.
"You little mouse in the clouds, are you finally willing to get out of the hole?"
kill!
Ren Ning held the knife in his backhand and limped forward without saying a word.
court death!
Bald and tall, his movements are not slow at all.
He jumped to his feet, swung the saber that was taller than a man, and slashed diagonally towards Ren Ning with great force.
Ren Ning turned a blind eye.
One inch is long and one is strong, one inch is short and one is dangerous.
Baldhead's rough sword skills proved to be bloody during the large-scale charge of the Legion. But in one-on-one situations, it's a bit difficult.
He dodged like a loach, and in the blink of an eye he had already crashed into the bald man's arms. The sharp dagger in his hand stabbed mercilessly into his naked chest.
Baldhead was shocked.
Although he was attacked by an arrow, looking at Ren Ning's tattered and scarred appearance, he thought he was an insect with only a few breaths left, but it was clear that this dragon could choose people to devour at any time.
However, at this time, the bald man had no way to hide.
He laughed and didn't hide at all.
He moved his body to avoid important parts such as his heart, and hugged Ren Ning tightly with his left hand. He threw away the machete in his hand with his right hand and reached for the short knife at his waist.
Let's die together!
Ren Ning hit his head without hesitation, and there was a dull fleshy bang.
He hit the bald head hard on the bridge of his nose, making him dizzy for a while. Then he opened his big mouth and bit down on the bald man's throat.
He couldn't tear raw wolf meat open, but he could tear a big hole out of a human throat in minutes.
Gululu!
Blood spurted brilliantly from the bald chest, nose and throat.
He looked in disbelief at Yun Chuiren, who was a head shorter than him, in his arms. His eyes quickly dimmed. He pulled out the knife with his right hand but could no longer stab it into his opponent's body.
After a few more cuts, Ren Ning managed to escape from the bald and thick arm.
He quickly stripped off the ghost hands tied to the bushes, changed out of his ragged clothes, and took away all the leggings and bandages from the two corpses.
Finally, he cut off the weak bow in his hand with a machete, then picked up the bald strong bow and rations, and walked towards the brown horse step by step.
The grass on the ground was naturally not as good as horse food, but the brown horse was already very hungry and was eating happily.
Hearing the noise here, it just looked up and found that its owner was dead.
咴咴咴!
The brown horse looked up to the sky and howled in grief and anger.
It dug its limbs into the soil, lowered its head, and hit Ren Ning crazily.
