Chapter 194

In the deep and boundless sky, a waning moon as thin as a fishhook hangs majestically in the sky. The seemingly indistinct clouds, as light as gauze, drifted slowly from one side unscrupulously, shielding the bright moonlight that was originally very dark and scarce from time to time.

Under the vast night sky, there is a vast jungle with few people.

The two shadows, who went hand in hand and tried their best to move forward, were dragging their tired bodies forward with difficulty in the jungle with bushes and branches. From time to time, they encourage each other, cheer each other up, and occasionally pull a few jokes from each other, so as to take advantage of each other verbally, relieve fatigue and relieve fatigue.

These two shadows are Cheng Chong and Meng Lang, who are tired but busy on their way.

According to Meng Lang's dimly recognizable memory, they took straight lines and short cuts as far as possible, trudging hard all the way and moving forward.

About two hours later, after passing through a large jungle covered by tree crowns and countless big and small mountains, the large gloomy and strange cemetery finally appeared in front of them.

Near midnight, the night was full-bodied, and the inaccessible cemetery in the depths of the jungle became more and more gloomy, strange and terrible! It seems that there are unpredictable strangeness everywhere, and there are creepy mysteries everywhere.

Under the shadow of the pale and dark moonlight, every raised grave with weeds is so gloomy and strange, so cold, and so hairy in the heart.

It seems that on every grave bag, there is something invisible to the naked eye, hovering, winding and floating on it

In addition, in the dense jungle around, occasionally there are several screams of unknown birds or animals, such as crying, crying and laughing. It is particularly strange, which adds a bit of horror and fear.

"Are you okay?" In fact, Cheng Chong was a little hairy in his heart, but in order to strengthen his courage and cheer up his comrades in arms Meng Lang, he forced himself to be a hero and hold his chest. As he strode forward, he turned and asked Meng Lang next to him.

"I'm fine!" Meng Lang looked at so many barren grass graves in front of him and took a deep breath. He couldn't help but fight a cold war. He also replied with some hair in his heart.

"Then let's go separately to find that pair of tactical gloves. These searches will be faster!" Cheng Chong deliberately tries to test Meng lang. in fact, he wants them not to separate! In such a messy and abrupt cemetery, it is definitely not a wise choice to act alone.

"I'd better not!" Meng Lang looked around warily. Without thinking about it, he immediately refused. However, he, who had always been clever and eloquent, soon found a reasonable reason for himself: "in such a large cemetery, the light is not good at night. The two of us walk around separately. At that time, the two of us suddenly meet. Isn't it frightening ourselves?"

"Oh! That's right!" Cheng Chong pushed the boat along the river. At the same time, in order to embolden Meng Lang, he pretended to be a hero and said, "then you follow me closely. I'm in front and you're behind. The distance between us should not exceed one meter, and then search carefully one by one! Wang Yao, the bird man, has to leave his gloves here..."

After that, it seemed that some unwilling people complained about Wang Yao.

The two men immediately followed Cheng Chong's words. They turned their backs to each other, one in front of the other in charge of one direction, as if they were facing a great enemy. Under the pale moonlight, in the hazy night, they searched carefully one by one in the large gloomy and terrible cemetery. Every grave bag, every bush of weeds and every ditch were not easily let go.

They searched carefully and fearlessly, and both of them abnormally broke out in a cold sweat. However, I do not know whether it is because the line of sight is too blurred in the middle of the night, or because the area of the cemetery is too large, the two search not carefully enough. They searched carefully and nervously, but did not find the existence of the black tactical gloves.

They had to search carefully again. This time, they didn't even let go of almost every weed. They searched very carefully. However, the result disappointed them again. They still didn't find the existence of the legendary tactical gloves.

They still got nothing.

"How could this happen? How could it not? This, this is impossible?" After getting nothing again, Meng Lang became a little discouraged. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, gasped heavily, and doubted reluctantly.

"What's impossible! Who knows if the bird man remembered correctly? Or the damn tactical gloves are not here at all. Besides, it's not a small thing to hide a pair of gloves in such a large area. Besides, it's impossible for us to dig up every grave at night!" Although Cheng Chong was also disappointed, he was very relaxed. He was dissatisfied and unhappy in his heart. At the moment, he had a little more unspeakable satisfaction.

"What should we do? We can't just go back like this? We can't tell Wang Yao when we go back?" Looking around warily, Meng Lang asked with some embarrassment.

Cheng Chong blinked and spread his hands casually. He said, "it's easy to do. Let's find a place nearby to have a rest. We'll find it when dawn comes. If we can't find it again, I think the bird man has nothing to say!"

"What? You're fucking sleeping here? Do you know where this is? You're crazy!" Hearing that Cheng Chong was going to sleep in this ghost place, Meng Lang was surprised. He opened his eyes and looked at Cheng Chong. Then, almost his voice became a little uneasy.

While talking, raise your eyes and look around aimlessly!

However, Cheng Chong didn't have time to reply. At this time, an extremely strange and even frightening scene appeared in front of him: but when he looked around, a dark shadow suddenly appeared behind a grave bag not far in front of his side. It flew through the afterlight from the corner of his eyes. The shadow was outstanding and the speed was very fast! Like a ghost.

"Oh, my God, what's that?" Meng Lang, frightened, suddenly exclaimed involuntarily, the kind of creepy feeling in his heart! Not to mention how frustrating and uncomfortable it is.

In the graveyard in the middle of the night, a dark shadow suddenly appeared. The scene, the scene, I was afraid to think about it, and it was creepy to think about it.

However, Cheng Chong at this time can be regarded as an alternative!

At the moment, Cheng Chong was about to go back to Meng Lang when he suddenly heard him say so abruptly. He quickly turned around and looked at Meng Lang whose face turned pale for a moment. He was in a hurry and asked with concern: "what's the matter? What's the matter? What do you see?"

Meng Lang opened his frightened and confused eyes for a long time. Pointing to a distance, he was stunned and said, "I saw a dark shadow there just now. It's really, really a dark shadow. I can see it clearly. Let's, let's leave here quickly!"

"Dark shadow -" Cheng Chong looked up along Meng Lang's fingers and saw that there were only a few abrupt graves and nothing else. As for the dark shadow, it didn't exist at all. He smiled and comforted Meng Lang: "there's no dark shadow. You must have been dazzled and scared yourself..."

However, before Cheng Chong's words were finished, in the direction of Meng Lang's fingers, there was a dark shadow on the ground, as if fighting with Cheng Chong, suddenly jumped up, jumped back and forth, suddenly lay down, hid in the abrupt grave bag, and soon disappeared!

"This, this, this time, you always see clearly?" Meng Lang, who was a little shocked, widened his frightened eyes again. His voice was almost trembling. He murmured, "there are ghosts. There are ghosts in this place. Let's get out of here! Let's stop playing, stop playing..."

"I'll go to your uncle!" Meng Lang's panic aroused Cheng Chong's courage and anger. He shouted and scolded not far ahead. Instead, he comforted Meng Lang: "there are no ghosts in this world! There are a group of people who pretend to be ghosts! I want to see what things pretend to be ghosts here."

Cheng Chong, who has been influenced by materialism since childhood, doesn't believe in ghosts at all!

While talking, he quickly pulled out the flying eagle warrior he carried with him. With a fearless spirit, he rushed to Meng Lang behind him and said, "rotten man, if you're afraid, stay where you are. I'll catch some ghosts to play with you now!"

"Bird man, are you crazy -" with Cheng Chong's fearless spirit, Meng Lang's heart somehow eased, but the feeling in his heart could not be completely eliminated at once.

Instead, he continued, "let's go! We can't find those gloves. Let's not disturb those things, shall we?"

"Thanks to you, you are still an excellent soldier and a fearless soldier. What's to be afraid of?" Cheng Chong reprimanded Meng Lang with a big grin. At the same time, he emboldened himself with a strong tone. Instead, he continued to say forcefully: "even if there are ghosts, they are just a group of lonely ghosts..."

Cheng Chong's words just came here, but he felt that there was a sudden flower in front of him. Not far away, two dark shadows suddenly appeared, like Epiphyllum, floating rapidly on the left and right sides, and soon disappeared without a trace.

"See! See! There, there, there are still two, two..." Meng Lang, who was a little determined in his heart, was surprised again when he saw the sudden change in the situation in front of him. In a panic, he stretched out his hand to the front and pointed falsely. His voice trembled and said in a hurry.

Cheng Chong was just a little hairy in his heart, but he was so surprised by Meng Lang that he suddenly pointed and said, and inexplicably felt a chill. It seems that there is something invisible and objective around.

However, as a loyal supporter and supporter of materialism, Cheng Chong soon calmed down.

Whether in reality or in legend, whether talking about ghosts or people. As long as the other party appears, it's easy to do. At least the other party has appeared. What's to be afraid of?

The most frightening thing in the world is that you don't show up from beginning to end, but you surround yourself all the time, thinking of bad ideas and evil ways.

It doesn't matter whether the other party is a ghost or a person.

Cheng Chong rubbed his eyes. At the moment, he seemed to have some blurred eyes. He calmed down a little, and turned to a violent drink. Holding the flying eagle warrior, he ran quickly towards a dark shadow as if he were charging, leaving Meng Lang alone.

Cheng Chong couldn't take these into account. He quickly crossed several graves as if he were a panther. He rushed towards a dark shadow just like Epiphyllum, and went forward without any taboo.

I'd like to have a good look. What the hell is playing tricks here!

After running forward for tens of meters, sure enough, after a grave bag, Cheng Chong keenly found a dark figure lying on the ground. He was suddenly angry. The dagger blade moved forward. No matter what the other party was, he rushed to the dark figure rapidly.

At the moment when the eagle jumped into the sky, the sharp blade of the flying eagle warrior quickly stabbed away at the dark shadow with lightning speed. For a moment, the knife shadow was like flowers, and the speed was very fast! There was hardly any reaction time left for the other party.

However, the other party seemed to have been prepared for a long time. Seeing Cheng Chong's fierce attack, he immediately rolled to the ground, quickly crossed a grave bag and quickly escaped to the other side of the grave bag.

Ha! Know fear! It seems that it's really not a ghost! Even if it is a ghost, it is at best a coward!

At the moment, Cheng Chong seemed to have found a solid theoretical basis for his sudden attack, and then became bolder, more presumptuous and more fierce.

He just landed, did not stop at all, almost followed the dark shadow, immediately bounced up, regardless of what would exist on the side of the grave bag, just a fierce son, quickly rushed to the past again, and the eagle warrior in his hand still moved forward abruptly. At the moment, he will never stop until he pierces the dark shadow into honeycomb briquettes.

Cheng Chong's attack is not only fast, but also hides the move after the move. He has to make the other party pay a price.

A series of attacks followed by the shadow. Even if the shadow was as light as a swallow and as illusory as a shadow, it was difficult to resist Cheng Chong's fierce attack. After a few rounds, the shadow was confused and dwarfed.

And soon made a hurried and flustered voice: "stop playing! Stop playing! Shit! There's no such thing. Use a fucking dagger. This is to play with my life! Who fucking likes playing? Who fucking plays, I won't play..."

Hearing this familiar voice, Cheng Chong's heart suddenly shook, and his doubts suddenly rose! The whole man was stunned.

It was su Wugang's voice! Could it be him?

Angry Cheng Chong was shocked, suspicious and confused