Hunter of the Forbidden Region Chapter 126: Gift
The snowfield at midnight can't tell whether it is white or black.
Obviously, the land under my feet is covered with white snow, but the surrounding area is dark.
Black and white merge into one at this time, and only the bright moon in the sky can distinguish them clearly.
Unfortunately, there is no moon in the sky now.
The new moon was just a quick glance at the earth, and soon hid in the clouds again.
In the darkness, Fan Pingan was riding on his high-headed horse, uncomfortable.
Lao Fan's thirteen Taibao practiced horizontally, which was a pain he suffered when he was a child, and he finished it at the age of 18.
Speaking of inaccessibility, it is inevitably a bit exaggerated. At least he can't guard against guns, but ordinary swords are not very scary.
Especially on the back, the outsiders in the door practice kung fu horizontally, and whether the back can be trained is particularly critical.
Thinking that people can't see behind them, only by practicing with the back can the damage of being attacked be reduced.
At the moment, Fan Ping'an is riding a horse, but his back muscles dare not relax at all times.
He has a real sense of "thorns on the back".
When a person rides a horse, the legs and hips are exerted, and the waist and back must be relatively loose, so that the spine can be better cushioned, otherwise it is easy to be injured.
Lao Fan's back is stiff at the moment. He is tall and his posture is a little weird. He is straight, just like being welded to a saddle.
Li Yizhen, riding a horse, followed behind the old man, vaguely saw something was wrong in the dimness, and he was amused secretly.
Smile, he also sympathizes with Fan Pingan at the same time.
While changing places, Li Yizhen felt that he would do the same.
Because no one dared to sell his back to a Nie family.
At this moment, behind Fan Ping'an, there was a Nie family assassin sitting.
They are two riders, sitting on the same horse one after the other.
The mount of the Nie family assassin was tied to the forest, and she did not ride it back.
"Fan Lao." At this moment, Nie Xuan, who was sitting behind Fan Ping'an, finally said, "You don't have to guard me, I won't take action against your own people."
"You don't have to worry about me." Fan Pingan said lightly, "I'm practicing qigong."
"Oh, then I won't bother you, Mr. Li, can I sit with you?"
"No need, no need." Li Yizhen shook his head quickly, "Fan's horse is tall, and my pony can't support the weight of two people."
"I understand." Nie Xuan said, "Did I suddenly cancel the assassination of Lin Shuo, and you suspect that the target of my trip is not Lin Shuo, but you?"
"How come?" Fan Ping'an said.
"That's right." Li Yizhen said with a smile, "Miss Nie said this and she was out of touch. Business didn't do that."
"But Ms. Nie." Fan Ping'an said, "It is better for you to give us an explanation. It has been a day since this happened, why the action was suddenly cancelled."
"Yes." Li Yizhen also said, "Although there are two hunters beside Lin Shuo. But the two chicks are still too tender, I can deal with them alone, and it won't take much time. So tonight is three-on-three, we are a sure-win game. Miss Nie, you are the gold master, and you have the final say on how to do the business. But if you can let us know why you are doing the business, it would be more appropriate."
"Fan Lao, Mr. Li, the business will do the same, but not tonight." Nie Xuan said lightly, "If we kill Lin Shuo tonight, we will not escape death."
"Anything to say?" Fan Ping'an asked.
"Before meeting with you, I picked up an airdrop box by the way. You should have seen it."
"Yes."
"There is only one book in the airdrop box. I didn't care at first, but today, while following Lin Shuo while reading this book, I feel that this time our business must be delayed."
"Why?"
"I entered the Altai Mountains this time, a bit later than originally planned. That is because China and Mongolia have already begun to block the area, and it took me a while to come in. So I know, Lin Shuo is hunting this time. The thing to kill is extraordinary." Nie Xuan said, "Originally, this matter was the hunter’s business and had nothing to do with us, but the things written in that book are really incredible.
If this thing is not removed first, we might all die here.
There is a specialization in the surgery industry. Hunters can't kill people. Hunting, we can't.
So this time we pay attention to a priority, let the hunting door business be done first, and our business postponed. "
"Today, I will see you turning a page from time to time along the way. I thought it was the secret book of the Nie family, so I couldn't bother." Fan Ping An said, "Since this is the situation, please let Ms. Nie let Lao Fan learn more. What book is that?"
"It's a book, but it's actually a notebook." Nie Xuan said, "The author Fan should know him, and his name is Zhang Guohua."
"Zhang Guohua?" When Fan Ping'an heard the name, his heart shook.
He used to be the guardian of the Cao family of the hunting door. The Cao family's internal division of labor was mainly responsible for the intelligence of the hunting door.
So Fan Ping'an knew a little bit about the hunting door.
Especially the name Zhang Guohua, it's even more thrilling.
In terms of age, Zhang Guohua is a peer of Fan Ping’an, but when Lao Fan first entered the arena, the name Zhang Guohua was already looked up to by many people.
Among those looking up, he also includes Fan Ping An.
The cause of Zhang Guohua's death is a mystery in the door, but among the six hunters, especially the Cao family who is good at intelligence collection, it is not a secret.
So when his mind turned around, Fan Ping'an couldn't help but exclaimed, "You mean, this time Lin Shuo and the others met, it was the ‘Mountain Hades’?"
"That's right." Nie Xuan nodded.
"What is that?" Li Yizhen asked.
"A terrible thing." Nie Xuan murmured.
"So Ms. Nie left the notebook to Lin Shuo, hoping that he could hunt down this ‘Mountain King’." Li Yizhen nodded.
"Mantis catches the cicada, the oriole is behind." Nie Xuan shook her head, her condition seemed to be recovered, her eyes were murderous, "We don't have to spend our energy with them in the mountains now, they are busy with them, turn back to us Just clean up the mess."
……
Ten kilometers away, Lin Shuo, anne, and Zhang Jin returned to the camp.
Everyone sat around the bonfire, their eyes locked on the notebook in Lin Shuo's hand.
In the light of the bonfire, Lin Shuo carefully distinguished the handwriting of this notebook, then nodded, and said to Zhang Jin
"Yes, it's your grandpa's stuff."
Among the master hunters, not many have left calligraphy to later generations, and Zhang Guohua is one of them.
He was once hired to compile military textbooks. At that time, compiling the books was not done by typing on a computer. They were all written stroke by stroke, so many drafts were left.
Nowadays, Zhang Guohua's handwriting is a rare thing in the door. Each one is expensive, and the collection value is great.
Lin Shuo has a good handwriting, has a lot of research on calligraphy, and is no stranger to the handwriting of this senior hunter.
Speaking from the heart, Zhang Guohua’s calligraphy skills are average, but his personal style is still very strong.
Zhang Jin was very excited, his eyes were red, and he screamed, gesturing violently with his hands.
Lin Shuo felt soft, stretched out his hand to touch his back, soothed his emotions, then handed it forward with the other hand, and handed the note to Zhang Jin.
This is something from the Zhang family. It says that Lin Shuo doesn't worry about it, so he needs to go through it first.
As a result, the child was impatient. As soon as he started taking notes, he turned to the last page with a "wow".
The bonfire was shining on the boy's face, and the boy shed tears as he looked at this page of notes~IndoMTL.com~.
Lin Shuo just remembered that the child had never studied, was illiterate, and could not understand what was written on it.
He stretched out his hand apologetically, took the notes from Zhang Jin, and read the text on the last page
"In 1968, the third day of March, sunny.
In ten years, I killed six ‘Mountain Hades’, and I saw something different every time, but the methods used to harm others were exactly the same.
This should be the same thing, but I can't kill it, and the more I kill, the stronger it gets.
This seventh ‘Mountain Hell’ is a giant tiger, obviously huge, but fast as a ghost.
I have been seriously injured, and this time I went into the mountain with great luck.
But there are one hundred and seventy families down the mountain looking to me, and I can't retreat.
This time I entered the mountain, it would be best to kill this dog. If I am defeated and die, please kindly hand this notebook to my Zizhang Lianhai, there will be a heavy reward.
Zhang Guohua's excellent writing. "
After Lin Shuo read this passage, he looked up at Zhang Jin.
The child said nothing, gritted his teeth and cried.
Lin Shuo's eyes are also red.
Not only because of being infected by the decisive spirit of Senior Hunter, but also not only because of Zhang Jin's crying.
Because of this notebook, Lin Shuo smelled a familiar smell.
Lin Shuo originally thought he had forgotten the smell, but when he really smelled it, the memory in the depths of his mind was like breaking a dike.
He could hardly control his tears, so he took a hard breath and looked away.
This is the smell of mother Yun Yuexin. This thing should have been on her for a while, and every page is saturated with her smell.
She is still alive, and she is still watching him.
She sent this notebook in.
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