The masked man's carelessness and underestimation put him at a disadvantage from the beginning. After a few moves, he quickly realized that he might not be able to defeat him, and he became anxious to find a way to escape.
Zhang Shuxun caught the flaw in his daze and whipped his leg in the air, sending the masked man flying and hitting the big tree behind him.
The knife in the masked man's hand flew away, and he fell to the ground clutching his chest. The left side of his chest was obviously dented, and there was a sound like a broken bellows in his throat. The sound of "ho ho" was coming in and out. He was going to die soon. .
"You... ahem... deserve to be members of the Zhang family. Ahem... I was careless." The masked man struggled to turn over, his breathing becoming more rapid.
The drizzle gradually became heavier, and the raindrops fell more rapidly, beating on the leaves, making a rustling sob sound. The air seemed to be covered with a veil of water vapor. Through the rain curtain, the expression on Zhang Chuxun's face could be seen It's unclear, there seems to be something suppressed in his eyes.
Suddenly, he chuckled, walked over and picked up the Tang Dao on the ground, stood half a meter in front of the half-dead masked man, and said coldly: "Conceit seems to be a common problem in your Wang family, how about it? Are you satisfied with this way of death?"
The blood choked from the mask's mouth flowed down his chin and onto the ground. Hearing this, his eyes widened and he stretched out his hand with difficulty, struggling to grab Zhang Zhuxun's feet. In the end, he could only hang down powerlessly. The last bit in his pupils The light dissipates, and the unwillingness ends here.
Zhang Zhuoxun waited for a while and saw that he was indeed silent, so he used a knife to remove the mask from his face.
When he saw the man's face clearly, he let out a light sigh. To be honest, aside from the ferocious and frozen expression when he was about to die, this guy was pretty handsome, and he was probably in his twenties.
I squatted down and groped behind his ear with my left hand, but found no strange touch. It seemed that this guy was using his original face.
Zhang Zhuoxun took off the black clothes on his body again, and then used a lighter to burn it from the neck down. Sure enough, he found a little dark red on the lower back, and continued to burn that small area. Soon, a piece as big as a palm The phoenix tattoo emerges little by little.
Zhang Shuxun's eyes suddenly lit up. He knew what the tattoo looked like. Before the temperature cooled down, he quickly took out his camera from the space and took a few pictures. He checked to make sure it was clearly recorded before closing. Turn on the lighter and restore the clothes to their original shape.
Although the relationship is hostile, he is still very humanitarian.
There were no special marking patterns found on the silver mask. It was just an ordinary fox-faced mask. I just didn’t know what level the silver mask belonged to in the Wang family’s hierarchy, but it probably didn’t play a very important role.
This person should be "A Ning"'s contact person after she infiltrated into the team and monitored the actions of Zhang Zhu and others.
Perhaps "A Ning's" death was too sudden, and their superiors could only send him to continue monitoring the surrounding areas, but the appearance of Chen Wenjin exposed the loopholes.
Zhang Zhuoxun glanced around the surrounding trees. He didn't know how many people they had sent this time. However, since they had already alerted the snake, they would definitely be more cautious later. It would be difficult to catch these rats again.
Putting the mask into the space, Zhang Zhuxun dragged the body to the side and stuffed it into a dense bush. After cleaning up the traces of the battle, he looked at the unfamiliar environment around him and scratched his face in confusion.
Just now he was only focused on chasing people, and he didn't have time to change the direction. After running wildly, as expected, he got lost.
"Fuck." Zhang Zhuoxun wiped his face, feeling a little embarrassed.
[Dear system, please give me directions to your host. ]
Although the system cannot provide precise navigation, it can still point out the general direction.
[Thirty-seven degrees east by south] The system briefly said.
[Thanks. ]
Zhang Zhuxun adjusted the direction with the compass on his watch, put the straight knife into the space, and then carried the captured Tang knife and walked in the direction pointed by the system.
Not far away, he suddenly thought of something and said to the system, "Do you know where my black gold ancient sword was thrown?" ]
Since I've already left the team, I might as well retrieve the knife along the way.
Come.
[Twenty-four degrees west by south]
[good. ] Zhang Zhuoxun nodded, changed direction, and continued chatting with the system, [Why don't you go to sleep this time? ]
[The energy absorbed by Qinling Mountains is enough for the time being. After the Zhang Family Ancient Tower is over, you may need to go there again]
[no problem. ] Zhang Shuxun made an OK gesture.
After walking for more than two hours, the scene in front of me gradually became familiar.
Zhang Zhuxun returned to the place where they had fought the two giant pythons before.
The broken branches and leaves were still there, but the body of the python was missing. It was unknown whether it was taken away by the pheasant's neck or eaten by other beasts in the jungle.
There might be more ferocious beasts still wandering nearby, so Zhang Zhuoxun no longer wasted time and looked for them in the direction in which the ancient black gold sword last flew out in his memory.
"That's weird, where did the knife go?"
After wandering around there for half an hour, I didn't even find a shadow.
The rain became more and more serious, and it was so heavy that people could hardly open their eyes. Zhang Zhuxun had no choice but to rest under a tree for a while, and took out the things in the space to build a simple tent to shelter from the rain.
After eating the self-heating meal, Zhang Zhuxun spread out his sleeping bag and lay down on it, listening to the sound of rain idly. The terrain under this tree was slightly higher, and even if the rainwater formed a flow, it would not pass through here.
Waiting a moment, Zhang Shuxun suddenly had an idea flash in his mind, Ma De, he knew where the black gold ancient sword was.
Zhang Zhuoxun jumped up, spotted a tree, climbed up in twos and twos, and pulled the crown of the tree to check.
This one doesn't have one, so replace it with another tree.
Braving the rain, he climbed five trees one after another, and finally found the ancient black gold knife inserted diagonally in a sunken tree hole in the heart of a crooked neck tree whose trunk looked a bit like the split Wuzhi Mountain.
Zhang Zhuxun was immediately overjoyed, "I've finally found you."
This big tree hole grew cleverly, and it was probably bitten by insects. Later, after thousands or even tens of thousands of years, it slowly decayed and became bigger and bigger, and finally became what it is now.
Wrapping the ancient black gold sword with a bandage, Zhang Zhuoxun climbed down from the tree and nestled under the tent again. He only waited for the rain to subside before continuing on his way.
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The camera cuts back.
Wu Xiaoxie and the others were dripping in waist-high muddy water, looking at the direction in which Zhang Zhuxun and his younger brother were chasing after each other, looking at each other in confusion.
"Why did Muyu and the others run away separately?" The fat man was surprised and puzzled. "Is it possible that Chen Wenjin who came out of the mud could become a clone? Should we also split up and chase them."
Pan Zi illuminated the dark forest with a lamp and sighed, "I can't catch up. They ran too fast. They just burrowed into the swamp. It's so dark now that you can't find them even if you dig through your head." .”
