Meng Xiaomin's lips tremble when several flashlights come together. Anjie puts her hand on her shoulder. Meng Xiaomin takes a deep breath, puts on gloves and calms down slightly. She watches and helps hand over tools and do some small work.

Mo Yannan looked at it with fear at first, and the more he looked, the more disgusting he became. Finally, he was helped to one side with a pale face. After a while, Meng Xiaomin suddenly dropped his tools, pushed away the crowd, knelt down on one side and retched. He stood quietly with his brows twisted up bit by bit.

Shen Jiancheng looked at the cut head with deep eyes. The place where the head and body were connected was full of tentacles. The part exposed to the air quickly turned purple and gray, and was strongly involved by Anjie. The head and body were put aside.

Anjie coughed softly: "what do you think this is?"

"Impossible," Shen Jiancheng rubbed his eyes hard, "impossible, this is impossible..."

Looking at Anjie and Shen Jiancheng, Ma pointed to the beautiful woman's head: "this..."

Li saner sighed, sat on the ground with his knees crossed, wiped his face, and lowered his head to smile: "how can I feel that I'm not old enough... How do you say that this monster grows a head? Is this man or animal? "

No one answered his question. Anjie sighed softly: "painted skin." He picked up the coat he had just taken off from one side and put it on. He pinned the coat he didn't know when to hold on his hand on his waist: "everyone round up the tent and watch the night in turn. I'll come first."

The old horse lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth. He stared at Anjie for a long time, spitting out a cigarette ring and slowly said, "I can't hold it in the middle of the night. I'll do it for you."

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The stars in the desert seem to have been washed by water. Anjie leans against the door of the tent, holds his knees, slightly raises his head and looks at the stars in the sky. The stars shine down. He sits there, the sky is long, as if it is all in his pupils.

The stars know everything.

When Mo Yannan crawled out of the tent, he saw such a picture. It was stained with vicissitudes of life by the years, but he was still called a handsome man sitting on the sand, wrapped in a coat, with a thin back. His face looked depressed against the broken hair.

Mo Yannan walked over, and Anjie laughed at him and moved a place to him: "Professor Mo, why don't you have a rest so late? Are you not afraid to walk without physical strength tomorrow?"

Mo Yannan looked up at the night sky in the desert like him and sighed: "where can I sleep? As soon as I close my eyes, I feel something crawling on my body, and then I think of the painted face like a person. " He shook his head and laughed in a low voice like self mockery. "How timid."

"Who is not timid?" Anjie's limbs stretched out and shrunk together, as if a little careless, "who is not timid... I am also afraid."

"You?"

But Anjie refused to make a sound, and his eyes moved to other places: "Professor Mo is so old, and he still comes to such a dangerous place, don't his family worry?"

Mo Yannan's expression on his face darkened. He silently took off his glasses and gently wiped the lenses with the corner of his coat.

Anjie glanced at him with his spare light and knew that he had asked a question that he shouldn't have asked. He was just about to smile and turn the topic away again. However, Mo Yannan whispered, "my wife and I have divorced long ago... Children, children, are busy with their own affairs and don't know what I'm doing." He put his hand into his arms, took out a small clip from the inner pocket of his coat, opened it and came up to Anjie, "my son and two daughters."

Anjie took it and looked closely at it with the faint light of the stars and moon in the night. It was obvious that Professor Mo, who was much younger, was holding a woman with a thin eyebrow and a thin eye. Her smile was very bright. Each of them held a one or two-year-old girl in one hand. The two girls were twins, and in the middle stood a boy who was dressed seriously but grinned grimly, Five or six years old.

Anjie couldn't help laughing: "that's good."

Mo Yannan said softly, "my son's name is mo Cong, the one who is in a hurry. His mother is a little impatient. We hope he can think more about everything. That's the name. He just went to college this year, but he is not very obedient, but he can get by with his studies. Two girls are both in middle school. I hold my sister Xiaojin, and my wife holds my sister Xiaoyu, who turned out to be very good children... "He pauses and sighs again," I'm not a good father. "

"Huaijin holds on to Yu." Anjie put the clip back into Mo Yannan's pocket. "Good name, no wonder they are all so lovely. When they grow up, they must be beautiful girls. It's hard to take children with them. Sometimes when they grow up, they may understand your mind. Children, they are all like this. If they don't raise children, they don't know their parents' kindness."

Mo Yannan was a little embarrassed: "look what I'll tell you about these things..."

Anjie suddenly lowered his head and looked at him seriously: "you shouldn't have come to this place." His eyes were so bright that Mo Yannan was stunned when he thought of the man's expressionless way of loading the gun and the way he put his whole arm into the monster's mouth. Anjie said, "there are people in your family waiting for you to go back. You shouldn't come to such a dangerous place."

After Anjie finished, he slowly lowered his eyes. The eyelashes were very long and cast a small shadow on the bottom of his eyes. Compared with his fickle nose and mouth, he was unexpectedly gentle and lonely. Mo Yannan suddenly felt that the man seemed very lonely. He had a lot of things in his heart. He could not help but soften his voice: "why, is there something unhappy in his heart?"

Anjie shook his head gently, then laughed again: "what's wrong with me?"

Mo Yannan patted him on the shoulder: "I eat more than you for several years, and say a few words here. Xiao'an, I've gone through more than half of my life. I know that there are more unhappy times than happy times, but as long as we have to live, we have to take care of the old and the young, we have to support, and we have to bear it no matter how weak we are!" He sighed and looked carefully at the gray haired old professor. He always felt that the old scholar was a bit pedantic and timid. At this time, he suddenly found that he was also a bloody man, but his bloody nature was deeply suppressed, or he was under the pressure of a long lonely lamp, Or be crushed in a broken and impersonal family.

The two men were silent for a moment. Anjie's fingers were beating on the butt of the gun, but their eyes were looking at the vast starry sky. Mo Yannan and he were looking at the same place, and their eyes were confused. They didn't know where their thoughts were floating.

Suddenly, Anjie's breath stopped. Before Mo Yannan could react, he was pressed on his shoulder. Anjie said briefly, "don't make a sound. Go back to the tent immediately and tell everyone to get up and be on guard!"

With the power of deterrence, Mo Yannan immediately got up and listened carefully. Nothing happened. Everything seemed very normal. However, in such a normal situation, a thin layer of sweat came out from his back. He rushed back to the tent as soon as possible and called several people inside.

The old horse heard him come in, and then he got up. His two little eyes were staring at him. He patted Shen Jiancheng lying beside him and asked, "what's the matter?"

Mo Yannan shook his head: "I don't know. I'm chatting. Xiao an suddenly asked me to call everyone up. I don't know what happened."

"I'll go out and have a look." As soon as Lao Ma heard that it was Anjie, he frowned and carried a gun. Shen Jiancheng and Mo Yannan went to call Li saner and Meng Minmin. When Li saner, the last one to get up, rubbed his eyes and didn't know what was going on, suddenly there was a gunshot outside. All of them were stunned and ran out one by one.

It doesn't matter if you come out. Mo Yannan was not prepared and almost vomited out the dinner. Anjie and Lao Ma stood back-to-back. A group of human faced monsters came out of nowhere and surrounded two people. Lao Ma still had a gun in his hand. It seems that it was him who fired the gun just now. A human faced monster was blown to pieces near the blasting gun, Blood clots spread all over the floor.

This movement first startled the monsters and made them silent for a moment. Then, hearing the sound of suoso, I remembered that the blade legs moved slowly towards the direction of the blood clot.

Everyone was stunned to see them gather together. Slowly, the front legs of the head were lifted up, and they began to devour the corpses of their companions. In an instant, the whole corpse was divided up. Then, the biggest monster suddenly stopped, raised his head and hissed, and all the monsters stopped waiting for it.

In full view of the public, a huge suction cup appeared on its neck. It sucked the head of the dead monster that had never been touched on it. The suction cup widened little by little, and then it wrapped the head in the whole. The head of the monster fell off from the body as if it had been drained, The original place slowly revealed a new head - the one swallowed by it!

"I see, I see!" Just as everyone was holding their breath and looking at the scene, Meng Xiaomin suddenly made a trembling voice.

Lao Ma immediately responded: "Miss Meng, don't make a sound!"

It's too late for him to scold. Meng Minmin said in a low voice like a magic barrier: "I understand. The heads are left by the people they ate. They eat people and cut their heads... They eat people and cut their heads..."

This voice doesn't matter. In an instant, all the human faced monsters turned back. The heads of those ignorant and defeated dead people turned around at the same time, showing a strange smile, and their sickle like legs and feet slowly began to move

Anjie snatched a shotgun from Li saner's back: "take good care of Miss Meng." Then he quickly pulled the old horse behind him, and the two men instantly changed positions. This man's thin body was like a casual cheetah suddenly saw the prey. With some excitement that others could not understand, he didn't observe, didn't detour - instead, he rushed up directly, before the monsters attacked.

Mo Yannan's heart came up to his throat——

The hunter, and the hunted.