Tonight, all the woods are soldiers, and the double fatigue of body and mind is testing everyone. Even Daewoo, the guide, had to crouch beside Chae Won-bin with a rifle, aiming everywhere, although he didn't know who his muzzle would end up pointing at either.

  The alternation of day and night is the rhythm of time and space changing, a bright moon rises to the top again, giving people a very close distance. If it weren't for this tense atmosphere, Cha Wenbin would really have a strong urge to appreciate the moon.

  People all say that the higher the mountain you climb, the closer to heaven you get. It seems like this is indeed true, and it really does seem like heaven is very close from here.

  If you stand on the top of a mountain, can you touch the sky? Zha Wenbin suddenly had such a strange idea.

  Suddenly the whole world fell into a piece of darkness, so dark that you couldn't see your fingers, so dark that you couldn't distinguish the mud under your feet. The sky was silently blackened in an instant. At this moment, Zha Wenbin felt a severe pain in his chest, as if a sharp dagger had been fiercely stabbed in. He slowly squatted down in agony, and the pain was indescribable.

  Sweat drops as big as soybeans rolled down his forehead, no one saw this scene because it was too dark, the pain didn't even make a sound, everything happened so suddenly.

  Old Wang stroked his chin, looking at the moon that had just been shining brightly in the sky but was now gone, and said: "Huh, Wenbin, look, how did the moon suddenly disappear?"

  Wen Bin didn't seem to hear the pain at all, and Old Wang added: "Wen Bin, what's going on here?"

  "Ah!!!!!" Zhe Luo suddenly shouted in fright, Chao Zi hastily asked: "What's wrong?"

  "Ah, it's Wen Bin ge, you scared me to death! Why did you grab my leg so tightly?" Zhe Luo's hand touched the trembling back of Cha Wen Bin's hand, shaking very hard.

  Cha Wenbin didn't say a word, he used all his strength to grab onto Zhe Luo's calf, it was as if a drowning person had grabbed onto a straw, he didn't want to let go again.

  Chaozi suddenly realized something was wrong and rushed over, turned on the flashlight to take a look, and found that Zhang Wenbin's face had already turned as white as paper, his facial features were completely distorted together, he was also scared out of his wits, thinking that he might have contracted some kind of acute illness, this place is truly in the middle of nowhere, where no medical treatment can be found.

  "Turn... turn off the lights." Zhang Wenbin finally managed to squeeze out these few words, and Chaozi immediately understood. In the darkness, if there was a light on here, wasn't it like holding a loudspeaker to tell others that you were waiting for them right here?

  Chaozi immediately pinched off the light and supported Zha Wenbin, anxiously asking: "What's wrong?"

  Cha Wenbin could only use his rapid breathing and trembling body to tell him that his situation was not optimistic.

  Old Wang was getting anxious: "It's probably a heart attack, this is terrible! At high altitudes, blood pressure can fluctuate. I reckon Wenbin has likely had a heart attack, we need to rush him to the hospital ASAP or it'll be fatal!"

  "Where can we find a hospital around here? There's not even a single household within hundreds of miles, and even if we set off immediately down the mountain, even if we're lucky enough to get out of the valley alive, it'll still be several days from now. How can that possibly work?" Chaozi's words were laced with a sobbing tone, as Zhang Wenbin's breathing rate began to quicken, his body shaking like a sieve due to muscle spasms caused by pain.

  "Wenbin ge, hold on, I'll find you some medicine, I'll find you some medicine." Chaozi opened his backpack and rummaged through it randomly.

  Suddenly, Zha Wenbin's hand on Zhe Luo's calf loosened, and his body also stopped trembling. His neck was tilted to one side.

  Old Wang hesitantly put his finger under Zhang Wenbin's nostrils, "Ah!" His hand quickly retracted like lightning, and he suddenly looked like he had lost his soul, saying: "He's gone."

  "Stop talking nonsense." Chaozi was still scolding with his mouth, but he also understood seven or eight parts in his heart, because Zha Wenbin had indeed stopped breathing.

  Chao Zi turned on the light, and Cha Wenbin's eyes were wide open. His facial features were distorted due to pain, making his final appearance not very pleasant, even a bit ferocious. This was because he had just died, and his muscles had not yet fully relaxed.

  CPR is useless for Zhang Wenbin now, and it's probably unthinkable that the Daoist priest would die of a heart attack! Old Wang refused to believe it, Chaozi was even more unwilling to believe it, and Zhe Luo was already on the verge of tears.

  Chaozi desperately pressed down on Cha Wenbin's chest, his heart constantly praying for a miracle to appear, a miracle to appear, you are someone who has come back from the brink of death countless times, how could you die so easily like this?

  "Stop it, let him go quietly." The speaker was Zhuo Xiong, who had been silently standing behind Chaozi, watching him repeat the useless action over and over again.

  Chaozi is too stubborn and doesn't listen to reason, Lao Wang knows his character, so he stands up and pats Chao Xiong's shoulder, saying: "My advice won't work, you try."

  "Chaozi, let Wenbin ge walk quietly, did you hear that?" Zhuo Xiong's tone had become somewhat stern.

  Chaozi didn't stop, Zhuo Xiong grabbed Chaozi's shoulder to pull him back, but Chaozi swung his elbow and hit Zhuo Xiong hard, shouting: "Get out!"

  "Are you going to repeat yourself?" Zhāo Xióng's tone had already started to turn somewhat chilly.

  "Get out of here! All of you get out!" Once Chaozi's temper flares up, who can hold him back?

  Zhuo Xiong was usually quite polite to him, and as long as it didn't go against the principle, he wouldn't express his opinion because Cha Wenbin was there. Now that one is dead and the other is about to collapse, so this time he blew up. Zhuo Xiong raised his own elbow joint and heavily slammed it onto Chaozi's back, slamming He Yichao to the ground.

  Enduring the severe pain on his back, Chaozi suddenly got up and rushed towards Zhuo Xiong, shouting loudly. The two men wrestled together. Originally from the same unit and the same branch of service, these two men were evenly matched in a fight, making it impossible for Lao Wang and Zhe Luo to intervene.

  At first, Chaozi was on top with a burst of anger, and gradually the two began to engage in a fierce battle, punching each other. Perhaps Zhāo Xióng wanted to let Chaozi vent his emotions, or perhaps he wanted to knock some sense into him.

  Later on, it was unclear who drew out the gleaming dagger first, and the two began to cross swords.

  At this point, Old Wang knew that if he didn't intervene, another life would be lost. He took the shotgun from Zhe Luo's hand and fired a shot into the air, scolding: "Are you two trying to scare him back to life and then kill him again?"

  "Hmph... Hmph" A faint smile came from above, and Chaozi with a nosebleed and Zhuo Xiong wiping the corner of his mouth stopped at the same time. They didn't stop because of Old Wang's gunshot, but because of this cold laugh.

  "Dashan?" "Heng Roulian?" Zhuo Xiong and Chao Zi almost shouted out this name at the same time.

  Old Wang was holding his gun and about to turn around when he heard a gust of wind coming from behind, followed by a sharp pain in the back of his neck, and then everything went black as he fell to the ground.

  He acted too quickly, so quick that even Super Saiyan almost didn't see how he did it. A mountain-like tall man stood in front of them, with a smile at the corner of his mouth that made people wonder what it meant.

  "You son of a bitch, we didn't treat you badly!" Chaozi was still fuming, and when he saw Dashan appear, he immediately charged at him with his dagger.

  As for real fighting power, he and the meat-faced big mountain are not on the same level. Adding to that, the internal conflict just now had already consumed a lot of energy, relying solely on a burst of momentum, but before long, he was caught by the big mountain's collar and lifted over his head, then slammed onto the ground.

  "With a loud thud, Chaozi immediately fainted. Heng Rou's face turned around to look at Xiao Zhe Luo, who was trembling with fear. Zhe Luo didn't dare to look at this killing god and wanted to jump off the cliff immediately. He turned around and tried to run, but he underestimated Heng Rou's explosive power. This human tank not only had infinite strength, but also incredible speed. With just a few steps, he caught up with Zhe Luo and knocked him down with a single knife hand."

  His opponent now is only Zhu Xiong, the person who might have been his only relative. The horizontal meat face still has a "heh heh" smile, but he seems to be in no hurry to make a move, just staring at him with a somewhat cat-and-mouse feeling.

  Zhuo Xiong? He slowly squatted down, using his hands to gently cover Zhu Wenbin's eyes. When he left, the originally wide-open eyes finally closed.

  "Wen Bin ge, this might be the last time I call you."

  Then, Zhuo Xiong's hand reached into Cha Wenbin's chest, but he wasn't like He Chaozi who was going to give him CPR. Instead, he pulled out something from his chest and put it in his backpack. That thing turned out to be the Sun Wheel!

  His eyes had an impenetrable feeling, he started walking towards the pockmarked face, was he preparing for his final battle? But the pockmarked face continued to "heh heh" laugh, seemingly having no intention of laying a hand on this "family member", however, Zhuo Xiong made a move.

  He walked up to the cross-faced man, gently patted his face, then pulled out a small piece of paper from his bosom and looked at the cross-faced man's smiling innocent expression. He sighed and said: "You just stay here with them."

  Then, he suddenly pulled out the needle on the small paper man's head. The horizontal meat face was no longer horizontal, but had completely turned into stiff bacon. "Puff" a mouthful of fresh blood spat out, and he fell straight to the ground. Where he fell was just facing Chaozi's still-unturned-off spotlight. Under the light, you could vaguely see a thin silver needle inserted in the center of his head...

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