At this time, a new prompt appeared again in Jiang Ting's vision as his thoughts touched:

"The energy collection has been completed, and the repair is...the energy is insufficient, and the body is slightly weak (78.3%)"

In an instant, Jiang Ting's body, which was originally a little loose, suddenly felt as if it was over-electricity, injected some invisible force. His muscles and limbs suddenly became tight and strong, and as the lengthened breathing intervals became more and more vital.

Then Jiang Ting touched the side of his head again, and the condensed blood clots and swollen bag seemed to be there, but the swelling and severe stinging feeling of heavy head and feet had basically subsided.

This result gave him more confidence and motivation. Although he still doesn't understand the triggering mechanism of this ghost thing, it seems that it can be initially confirmed that this is a change that will only occur after certain specific events (targets).

So he needs more opportunities to try to recover himself, even if he takes some risks for it, he will do whatever he wants. Is this a pity? He couldn't help but ask himself in a complicated mood.

When Jiang Ting continued to move forward with the only lantern that was not badly damaged, there was another chaotic footsteps in the distance, and some things bumped against the wall and rubbed a lot of sand.

Then, Jiang Ting also put the lantern on the ground with his eyes, and flashed again into a corner of the earth wall, which could not be illuminated by the lights. Because, at this time, there is a high probability that the thief's accomplices were the thief.

Then, with the swaying and faintly calling of the lanterns projected on the wall, a shadow stretched out from the pavement first.

"Sanpi, old monkey, you are finally back... Just this little thing will take me for a long time; if the matter is delayed, I will peel you off and explain..."

However, Jiang Ting was suddenly happy when he heard this. First of all, he was obviously an insider and the leader of the top two thieves. Secondly, the other party was just looking back and inquire about the situation alone, which also means a greater probability that he would grasp the situation.

As the sound of tiny steps kept approaching, Jiang Ting picked up a handful of dry soil under the peeling wall for a moment, and threw it on the wall opposite the short alley with a sound, and many rustling sounds of debris rubbing were scattered.

As he quickly approached the lantern, someone raised his knife and rushed towards the wall with a lamp. When he was throwing the air, a flat, young beard with a slightly surprised face suddenly appeared. In an instant, he was smashed from behind by a throwing device wrapped in a rough scarf in Jiang Ting's hand.

Unfortunately, the other party's reaction was unexpectedly alert and quick. He turned his head and let the tiles thrown out hit the left arm, and immediately cursed angrily;

"What kind of killing me? How dare you attack us..."

However, Jiang Ting, who was silent in the shadows, seemed to fly over with the sound of the wind, and thrust the "short spear" and sinks into Dantian with a bayonet. He immediately pushes away the lantern in the other party's hand, and then slashes through the other party's arm in the broken and scattered pieces of paper and pokes on the exposed waist and eyes;

In an instant, Jiang Yi felt like he was piercing a tough bubble or a balloon; but the other party hung down the hilt of the knife and covered his back-stinging waist without hesitation, screaming sharply;

"It should be...dead..."

The next moment, he was hit by Jiang Ting, who had thrown his weapon away, and suddenly shook his head and knocked against the wall and fainted. After tied up his hands and feet, Jiang Ting touched the other party's mouth and nose again; Fortunately, his breath was weak but at least he was still alive. Then he started routine searches and identity judgments again.

Compared with the two thin "evil boys" before, this thief with a sour face looks big and round waist and a strong body. She is no longer wearing a "half piece" that shows one hand and arms, but a soapy short shirt and long hips that cover the upper body and only expose their forearms.

Some of the rewinding nails are not long but have a lot of oil and dirt, the lines of the fingertips and knuckles are worn out very much, as well as horizontal lines on the palms and scratches on the index fingers and thick calluses.

Coupled with the splattered blood stains and grease inside the clothes full of fishy smell, it shows that this seems to be a person who often uses knives for the sake of slaughtering.

Then, Jiang Ting found a folded wrinkle among the pieces and other items found by the other party, and was accidentally found in the dust and wrinkle of the copper coins, sweat towels, grates and other pieces, and the flying money redeem strips covered with the stamp of "Five Tenders". The signature was the "Xiao Jia Lao Shop" in the broken-top shop in Shuikou Lane, Xili, Dongcheng City.

He also became more determined in his thoughts, because this thing is not something that ordinary people can withdraw and use. According to the vague memory of the previous person, this requires the corresponding identity to be protected. Perhaps, this is a clue for the future.

But the last thing he discovered made his mood sink. It was a thing woven with human hair, and the color of the hair was different from the old. This was not something that ordinary butchers or street rascals would have.

Then, Jiang Ting poured a handful of dirty water on the other person's face, and slowly woke up in a chorus. Jiang Ting slowly wiped a few handfuls of blood on his face, and said in a strange stern voice:

"I'll ask you and answer it, and if you answer it wrong, you will be punished."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hit the other person's feet with a stick. In an instant, the sauce-colored blood stains soaked out of his boots, and then he continued to speak in a twisted expression of sorrow and howling:

"Who are you? Who are your men? Where have they all gone?"

"Daoshi's dog slave, do you know who you are doing right?"

However, the thief was very tough and scolded with his neck: Then, after seeing Jiang Ting's face clearly, it turned into a strange and ridiculous expression.

"You don't know anything, and you dare to chase after me? Ah!!!!"

After a while, Jiang Ting could only let go of this guy who didn't know much, because when he smashed the other person's left hand, he found that the person's eyes were dissipated, and his body gradually became cold and his breath broke.

Only then did Jiang Ting realize that the wounds that were scrambling up on his waist had been loosened by him at some point and a large area of ​​blood was flowing from the ground. The survivor was gone, but Jiang Ting felt heavier and vigilant in his heart.

After picking up this extremely crude wooden-handled short knife again, Jiang Ting's vague sense of familiarity and security came back. Although it was a little longer than the army's dagger fighting, it was still a useful weapon.

It’s a pity that the foundation of this body is still a little weaker. The brief burst is barely enough, but it cannot last long under intense movements. It will take a good breath and return to strength.

However, after this delay, when Jiang Ting pursued him again, he found that the footprints and petals that were obviously scattered in front of him disappeared in front of him; the two alleys in front of him were still shrouded in the dark night, like beast caves that were chosen to devour.

However, in his vision, the green word prompt appeared again: "The second stage of task guidance; during energy collection, the repair is completed, and the body is healthy (100%)."

"Function unlock: surrounding data collection, second phase of the mission "Reden", and the target mark is completed."

Then, a vivid green arrow appeared at the top of Jiang Ting's vision, pointing directly to the distance, shrouded by the eaves of the city walls and large shadows.

At this time, the long-lost moon finally broke through the thick clouds again, and tried hard to cast a bright and graceful light on the ground; everything found was suddenly covered with a layer of frost like a veil.

At this moment, a clear and auditory reading sound suddenly appeared in Jiang Ting's mind: "By the way, Han Shier and Gretta two little kids have sprinkled marks all the way to find the way back..."

"However, the rats were eaten up by all the torn bread, and now they could no longer find a way back. They could only walk around in the forest, until they encountered a strange house, which was made of a lot of stone honey, gummy teeth, countless nuts, dried jelly, dried jelly, walls and roofs."

However, in the midst of the hallucination, what Jiang Ting chased into according to the sign was a winding and broken alley. At the end of the alley, there was only a tight high wall, and there was nothing else.

He couldn't help but reach out to gesture and measure the wall, then jumped over and jumped a few times, but he was sure that this was not where he could easily climb over and pass through. However, the sign that appeared again in his vision was still firmly pointing in a certain direction on the wall.

At this time, the moonlight like shiny and mist ushered in the thick clouds again, and it was about to become dim again; Jiang Ting, who was walking around, became a little anxious, but accidentally kicked a stack of empty baskets, and his body suddenly stopped.

Because the empty basket seemed very heavy and solid, it remained almost unmoved. Then Jiang Ting noticed the traces of trampling, dragging and moving on the ground.

Then he began to pull out the baskets with force along the traces, and suddenly a gap between the dog hole and the small door that only allows people to trudge their waists and bend through.

When Jiang Ting saw the traces of being chiseled and polished on the edge of the irregular small door opening, it was obvious that it had been a long time. Then he touched a thread that had pulled the fabric and the directional instructions that became suddenly enlightened, which once again strengthened his determination.

After passing through this hidden small doorway, I saw a wild vegetation that covered most of my vision and the vast outline of the courtyard; however, among the weeds that were too high, I had long been stepped on a hidden path.

The buildings that collapsed and decaying in the distance can still vaguely see the exquisite traces of the original pavilions and towers; several big trees growing randomly are like monsters that are scattering their teeth and claws, intimidating the existence of all creatures.

What a natural scene of a ghost movie; Jiang Ting couldn't help but sigh in his heart. As the dim moonlight began to become anxious and the night wind rustled through the grass, he took a small step and gently marked the decaying building in the direction.

After all, the few he killed before were just idle players responsible for handling the corpses and the aftermath; the main person who caused all this situation or the culprit, but has not yet shown his face.

This is obviously a half-collapsed abandoned temple. After half a circle along the mottled and peeling wall edges and crooked beams and pillars, the little bit of shaking fire that Jiang Ting finally saw was dim and slim from the cracks of the spider web.

However, the next moment, a black shadow under the corner wall suddenly made Jiang Ting stop his foot. Because he was a man curled up against a ball, sucking his lips while snoring softly.

He slept so deeply that he could hear a clear snoring sound like a drumbeat across the wall. Then, naturally, with the crisp sound of twisting his neck, he fell into a deeper and sweeter dream.

"Don't thank me, I wish you a good dream that you can't get up."

Jiang Ting thought in his heart full of malicious interest.

However, the next moment, there was a rustling footsteps, which made Jiang Ting dodge again and hide in the shadow of the building. Then he saw a man with wide clothes and short hips and two legs exposed, and his black face was full of old impatient expressions.

He reached out and pushed the person who was falling against the wall and seemed to be sleeping, but he fell softly to one side. The next moment, a palm wrapped around his neck and tied his head, face, mouth and nose, and his other hand used a short knife to slash his neck. The fierce struggle and scream immediately turned into blood splashing out and cumbersome clattering bubbles.

Then, after cleaning up the outer river, he took his place, and the broken wall made a spy on the situation inside. It was a rather messy abandoned inner hall; a small piece of open space was cleared between the accumulated dust, weeds and debris.
Chapter completed!