Chapter 368 (1/2)

In the dense jungle at night, two fires flickered faintly.

Two Mohist disciples were patrolling ahead with torches in their hands, and big hammers followed them leisurely.

It was nearly midnight, and the moonlight fell from the gap between the branches, and the mottled shadow was cast on the ground. Under the shelter of dense branches and leaves, a pair of scarlet eyes peeped faintly.

As a martial artist, big hammer vaguely felt the peeping eyes, but looked around carefully. It seemed that it was normal as before.

But this feeling is really wrong.

The big hammer was on guard and thought, ”maybe the old man and Xiaotian guessed right this time.”

The wary big hammer had the same expression on his face and still walked slowly.

Suddenly, the leading Mohist children stopped.

”Why don't you go?” asked the hammer.

”Do you smell anything?” said a taller Mohist disciple. He looked around slightly, and the road ahead was covered with white fog, vaguely revealing a strange smell.

The hammer twitched his nose and frowned slightly.

”Iron leader, you can smell it,” said another short Mohist disciple, leaning towards the direction of the big hammer, holding up the torch and carefully watching around.

The big hammer said, ”you guy hasn't taken a bath for about a month. Anyone without a nose can smell it.”

”Hey, hey, hey...” the shorter Mohist disciple couldn't help laughing and said, ”this boy is the strongest weapon we forged. All the enemies fled a hundred feet away.”

”You haven't taken a bath for more than 20 days, and you dare to laugh at me.” the higher Mohist disciple threw his mouth and then fought back.

”Ha ha......” the big hammer laughed.

In the night sky overhead, the night wind gradually rises. The arc of the bright moon loomed under the shelter of the leaves.

Suddenly, the big hammer's face sank and said, ”no, it smells of blood.”

”That's right! It's bloody!” the higher Mohist disciple also said seriously.

The leaves ”salad” in the rising autumn wind? The ground swayed, and the night fog included the distant scenery into a hazy virtual shadow. The whole forest suddenly became strange and ferocious.

”Something's happening!”

”There's something close ahead. Be careful!”

The right hand of the big hammer held on the big hammer behind him and frowned slightly.

”Whew!”

A dark shadow leaped out from among the grass, and the cold light flickered. The two Mohist disciples didn't have time to respond, and three more blood marks immediately appeared on their faces.

The shadow fled with one blow and fled into the dense jungle again.

”Can't run away!” the big hammer whispered, his right hand tightly held the huge hammer behind him, and his huge body ran like a bull behind the dark shadow.

The two Mohist disciples hurriedly followed the steps of the big hammer, held high the torch, and expelled a meager light for the dark and thick forest.

The three of them ran frantically in the forest. Relying on their tall body, the big hammer encountered some branches in front of them, but did not avoid them. The barren grass under their feet was crushed into a mess.

”Where to run!” the big hammer shouted angrily. The heavy hammer wrapped around the chain behind him had already taken off, tore open the air and fell heavily.

”Bang! Squeak!” made a dull noise, and the shadow made a sharp scream. He was hit and flew to the branch and fell slowly.

”There's something wrong with the sound.” the big hammer pulled the chain hard, took the big hammer back in his hand, frowned and said.

A higher Mohist disciple lowered his waist and slowly pushed aside the dense grass, picked up the dark shadow and said, ”iron leader, it's a monkey.”

The night was thicker and the sound of branches and leaves continued. The fog gathered instead of dispersing, showing a strange purplish purple. The thick smoke dyed the forest into a ghost.

”The smell of blood here is very heavy, and the smell comes from here.” the big hammer looked around warily and said a warning voice.