“Ha...” Jiang Xiao took a deep breath, but inhaled a mouthful of smoke and dust, and couldn't help coughing twice, "Cough, cough."

Afterwards, Jiang Xiao saw a mattress on the floor.

A bed made of thick fur from more than a dozen White Ghosts. The owner of this tree house must have lived here for a long time. Although there was no bed, just a mattress on the floor, there were chairs and a table made of wooden stakes.

Is that a stone bowl?

Bait Jiang Xiao's mood was complicated. He didn't know whether he should be excited or disappointed. The room was clear at a glance, there were no cabinets, and the wooden stake table had no drawers. Where could he hide things?

Obviously, no one has lived here for a long time.

What did you rely on to keep warm?

The house doesn't even have windows or a chimney, and it's pitch black. How did you make a fire to keep warm inside?

Bait Jiang Xiao stepped in, quickly collecting information. Finally, in the corner behind the wooden stake table, he found solidified blood stains.

Because the temperature here was very low, the blood was preserved. What puzzled Jiang Xiao was that the solidified blood was in small amounts, like a nosebleed, dripping little by little on the ground, in the corner. Some solidified blood flowed down the side of the wooden stake table, drawing several solidified marks.

Bait Jiang Xiao put his hands on his hips, looked at the "正" marks everywhere with a complex expression, and muttered softly, "Where are you now, you... huh?"

Bait Jiang Xiao's eyes narrowed, took two steps forward, reached out, and pressed it against the wall on the left.

The words he muttered also changed: "Where are you... now..."

As the first "正" mark in a different handwriting was discovered by Jiang Xiao, more and more "正" characters belonging to the second person's penmanship came into Jiang Xiao's view.

The roughness and delicacy were too different in style. Jiang Xiao believed that it might be from a man and a woman.

A "正" character has five strokes. The first three strokes are from one person, and the last two strokes are from another person.

So... the composition of this character represents that he came back after three days, right?

In this vast ocean of "正" characters, these delicate "正" characters and sporadic strokes, although rare, are enough to prove that this place is not inhabited by one person!

Bait Jiang Xiao was silent for a long while, walked out of the wooden house, his body turned into a phantom crow again, flapping its wings and flying up, looked around, and found a smaller tree.

The crow landed on the snow, transformed into a human form, drew out the giant steel blade on its back, and chopped at the tree with one knife after another.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

Crack, crack...

A moment later, the small tree fell, and then was split into countless firewood by Jiang Xiao.

Bait Jiang Xiao carried the giant blade on his back, hugged the firewood, stepped on the thick snow, and walked towards the cliff dozens of meters away.

He cleared a space, surrounded the firewood, and conjured a fiery red hunting bow and several fiercely burning flame arrows in his hand.

Bait Jiang Xiao drew out several fire arrows and inserted them into the surrounded firewood.

He silently stared at the firewood under him, but in his mind, it was the dense "正" marks all over the house.

I'm here, where are you?

The upper snowfield dimension has no concept of time. It is always full of the afterglow of the setting sun, and you can only see the sunlight but not the real sun.

I don't know how long it took, at the foot of the opposite mountain, at the bottom of the canyon, a figure slowly crawled out of the underground cave, took a deep breath, but his eyes suddenly widened.

He looked up at the top of the high cliff hundreds of meters away, and saw wisps of green smoke rising into the sky.

That's... the location of that tree house!?

The man looked at this scene in stunned silence for a long time, scratched his hair, turned around and returned to the cave, shouting excitedly, "Lan Lan! Lan Lan!"

The man stumbled into the cave, making several turns, and in the depths of the cave, ran into a room with a bonfire burning.

In his sight, a woman was holding a 3- or 4-year-old child, walking around while humming a lullaby softly.

"Ugh..." The child couldn't help rubbing his eyes with his little hands when he heard the shout, and looked towards the entrance of the cave, "Papa, Papa come... Papa."

The woman quickly covered the back of the little boy's head with one hand, pressed his little face against her shoulder, and walked around the room, swaying and continuing to hum softly.

And when the woman turned around, she looked at the man in confusion.

The man opened his mouth, looked at the child sleeping lightly on her shoulder, hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "I'm going hunting, I'll be back soon."

The woman nodded gently, then turned around and continued to lull the child to sleep.

The man took a deep look at this scene, turned around, and strode away.

Walking out of this house, it was a piece of darkness, but the man was familiar with this place, as if he could walk out with his eyes closed.

All the way up the winding sloping tunnel, finally, light appeared in front of him. He crawled out of the small cave, and looked up at the cliff again. As expected, the wisps of green smoke were still slowly rising.

The man strode through the canyon, stepping over a bumpy stone snow path. He came to the opposite cliff wall, and with a light leap, climbed onto the protruding stones on the cliff.

Judging from the man's rock climbing effect, he is not only an agile Star Warrior, but also knows the environment here like the back of his hand.

He treated the hundreds of meters of cliffs as if they were flat ground, and from time to time, he conjured two sharp military blades in his hands, using them as climbing picks, and climbed upwards quickly.

I don't know how long it took, a hand firmly grabbed the edge of the cliff. Then, the big hand exerted force, and the man's body soared into the air and landed steadily on the cliff.

Following the direction where the "beacon" was rising, the man faintly heard fierce fighting sounds, or rather, the roar of the White Ghost.

The man's heart tightened. No matter who the person who raised the beacon was, he should be human. There must be no accidents!

How many years has he searched, and how long has he waited...

Without saying a word, the man hurried up, but heard the White Ghost's voice becoming more and more angry.

If you stay here long enough, then you can distinguish the emotions in the White Ghost's roar.

Although in the ears of others, the White Ghost's roar is just a simple roar, the man understood the meaning in the White Ghost's roar. This guy should have changed from simply hunting prey to extreme personal vendetta.

Obviously, the White Ghost was annoyed to a certain extent.

The man's pace quickened, flashed and hid behind a giant tree, leaned out slightly to observe, and the next moment, he was stunned...

He saw a giant blade that was spinning rapidly and flying back and forth.

He saw the staggering White Ghost, furious because of his incompetence.

He also saw that touch of dark-colored clothing, so familiar, yet so strange.

Especially... on the right sleeve of this dark military uniform, that black-bottomed, red-lettered armband, that blood-red "Night" character.

The man stood out foolishly, Night Watcher!?

He knew that countless Night Watcher brothers were stationed day and night in the lower dimension, but separated by a Sacred Ruin, it was like the distance between heaven and earth.

Is it really a Night Watcher brother?

Is it... a brother who accidentally entered the Sacred Ruin?

After all, this person's clothes are still very new... The man's mood changed rapidly. At first, it was excitement and excitement, and then it was sadness.

Feeling sad for this Night Watcher, if there are no accidents, this Night Watcher who accidentally entered the snowfield will spend his remaining years here. Or one day, he will be besieged and eaten by the White Ghost groups.

The man didn't even know which result was better.

This snowfield is like a huge prison. The longer you stay, the more it stabs at your nerves all the time. Sometimes, living is more painful than dying.

Suddenly, the White Ghost's roar came again, but it was so hoarse.

The man hurriedly came back to his senses, but saw the Night Watcher touch his elbow, and a gold-grade cyan light emerged. The huge White Ghost flew directly out, and the giant blade in the Night Watcher's hand also spun out, and the sharp giant blade was also blessed with the gold-grade cyan light, and shot out rapidly!

Under such rapid rotation, the giant blade accurately pierced the White Ghost's head!?

What kind of skill is this?

The man's body trembled slightly... He is worthy of being a Night Watcher, but is this skill of yours, the strength you have exchanged for blood and sweat day and night, really going to be wasted here?

The giant blade pierced the head of the huge White Ghost and nailed it into the giant tree.

Bait Jiang Xiao didn't step forward. His keen senses had already discovered that there was someone behind him.

That person should be kind, at least the other party didn't attack, and didn't seem to have any intention of hiding?

Slowly, Bait Jiang Xiao turned around and saw the "savage" standing beside the tree.

This is a man wearing a White Ghost fur coat.

At first glance, Jiang Xiao could regard him as a savage, but at second glance, Jiang Xiao found that the white fur coat was very well-made, not simply stitched together.

The man was about 1.8 meters tall, with a thin face but a large frame and wide shoulders. His face was covered with sparse stubble, and his hair was very short. It could be seen that it should be trimmed regularly.

Jiang Xiao frowned slightly and looked up and down at the man's clothes. When a person struggles to survive in a remote wilderness or on an isolated island, and lives for a long time, but still maintains a certain image, then it is likely to be inferred that he may not be living alone.

The thin man's eyes narrowed, and he saw the Night Watcher's face wearing a strange circle mask, and also saw those dark eyes.

A muffled voice came from the strange circle mask: "Name."

The thin man opened his mouth, but did not respond immediately.

Jiang Xiao came to the White Ghost, drew out the giant blade, turned to look at the thin man, and the muffled voice came again: "Name."

This is just a confirmation process. In fact, there is no need for a name at all. Jiang Xiao has seen his face and matched it with the face on the information.

However, compared to that time, the man at this time seemed so vicissitudes.

The man still did not speak.

And the muffled voice came from inside the circle mask: "Guardian Army soldier, Hu Wei, male, Han nationality, born in 1989, missing on January 18, 2011, went out on patrol with his companion Cang Lan, and has not returned since." (See Chapter 361 for details)

Hu Wei's body trembled slightly, his heart beat violently, and there were tears in his eyes, with a hint of choking in his voice: "Does anyone... remember me?"

If he could, how much Jiang Xiao wanted to say to him: I'm here to take you home.

However, Jiang Xiao does not have such ability.

"Alas..." A deep sigh came from the circle mask.