I'm really not Aquaman Omega

In the dark of night, bonfires are rising on the quiet loess slopes, illuminating half of the sky.

Yang Xiu sat in front of the tent door, watching the guards coming and going and the subordinates taking the opportunity to relax, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

"What's the matter with you?" Gong Zhengchu sat not far away, seeing his brows furrowed, asked in confusion.

Yang Xiu came back to her senses, shook her head with a smile and said, "It's nothing, it's just... I'm panicked."

Hearing the words, Gong Zhengchu approached him a little bit, took Yang Xiu's pulse decently, nodded after a while and said: "The pulse is really chaotic."

"What do you see me doing?" Seeing Yang Xiu staring at him unblinkingly, Gong Zhengchu couldn't help touching his cheek.

Yang Xiu chuckled, and explained with crooked eyebrows: "I didn't expect you to feel the pulse..."

Gong Zhengchu immediately put on a straight face, sitting upright and looking ahead.

Yang Xiu tugged at his sleeve, leaned closer to look at his expression, and said with a smile, "Are you angry? I... I have a bad feeling..."

Yang Xiu couldn't explain this sixth sense. , perhaps because of his cultivation of immortality in his previous life, he could occasionally get a hint of early warning for the future.

Unexpectedly, Gong Zhengchu didn't laugh at his wild thinking, but instead sighed and said: "I also vaguely feel something is wrong."

Ever since he met the convoy in the sixth district, Gong Zhengchu has been in a state of disarray. This premonition made him spend many years of licking blood.

Without waiting for Yang Xiu to think about it, Gong Zhengchu stuffed him into the tent, and said bluntly, "Go to sleep, I'll keep watch first."

Yang Xiu still wanted to explain, but was forced by the other party's eyes, and crawled into the tent unhappily.

"Speaking of which..." Yang Xiu stretched out her head suddenly, and asked with a smile, "You won't leave here tonight, will you?"

It's not that Yang Xiu is afraid, but his subconscious mind tells him that the two cannot be separated.

After receiving Gong Zhengchu's affirmative answer, Yang Xiu lay down on the mat contentedly. Once her body relaxed, her mind fell into a drowsy sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Xiu was still struggling in her sleep, but she vaguely heard noises in the distance.

Loud noises, accusations, cursing, etc. sounded into my ears, filled with terrified voices.

Soon there was noise all around, people walking back and forth, talking in low voices.

Yang Xiu suddenly woke up from his sleep, but heard a clear voice coming from outside the tent, and then realized that the noise he heard just now was not a scene in a dream.

"Gong Zhengchu!" Yang Xiu walked out of the tent quickly, feeling a sudden chill in her heart.

Yang Xiu looked around, but Gong Zhengchu was nowhere to be seen. For a moment, various speculations flooded his mind, and he shouted in a panic, "Gong Zhengchu..."

"I'm here." Gong Zhengchu came out from behind the tent, seeing his pale face, he hurriedly grabbed his arm, "What's wrong with you?"

Yang Xiu heaved a sigh of relief, and then looked him up and down to make sure that he was not injured, so she asked, "Where did you go just now?"

Speaking of this, Gong Zhengchu's heart sank, pointing at the convoy from District Six in the distance, he said intently: "Something seems to have happened over there."

"What? What happened?" Yang Xiu asked.

Gong Zhengchu shook his head, he could only make a rough guess based on his shouts: "Someone seems to be missing."

Yang Xiu stood on tiptoe, stretched her neck to look out, and saw people and horses in the distance carrying weapons under the cover of the campfire, cautiously going back and forth on guard.

Exactly how many people are missing, it will be so violent, and even all the members are mobilized.

You know, soldiers are very fast, and they rush at full speed during the day like them, and they should get enough rest at night, otherwise the efficiency will be greatly reduced.

Gong Zhengchu said quietly: "It seems that there are quite a few people missing, and they disappeared quietly..."

Yang Xiu confirmed that the dagger was stuck in his waist and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.