The face was a bloody mess. I didn't know if the skin had melted to reveal the muscles inside, or if the blood had seeped out of his body and covered his face. I suddenly felt that this face was very familiar. When I looked closely, it turned out to be Da Kui. I was horrified: a good person had become like this.
The bullet scraped off a piece of skin on the left side of his head, and the bones were visible, but the brain inside was not injured. I saw that although he was seriously injured, he was not dead, and I couldn't help but feel overjoyed, and hurriedly said, "Hurry up, maybe he can still be saved!"
But he didn't move at all. I saw that his eyes were full of hatred, as if he was unwilling to let us leave him. I was horrified, but my hand had already been held by his. The horrible blood-red color on his body quickly spread to my hand. I felt a burning itch on my hand and screamed in my heart: "It's over!"
Da Kui made an indistinct sound and suddenly pulled me down. Thinking of Da Kui's miserable state with his skin melting all over his body, I couldn't help but go crazy and tried to shake off his hand, but he grabbed my feet again and opened his mouth as if he wanted me to be buried with him.
I yelled, "Da Kui, just let me go. This is life. If you still want to live, come with me. Maybe I can be cured. Otherwise, it's useless to drag me to be buried with you!"
After hearing this, he rushed over to me like a madman, his eyes full of ferocity, as if he had completely lost his mind. Suddenly he grabbed my neck and tried to strangle me to death.
When I saw that it was either you or I, I suddenly became murderous and kicked him hard. When his hands loosened, I pulled the trigger at his chest. The bullets were all pistol bullets with flattened heads. They were very powerful and hit him so hard that blood splattered everywhere. His hands grabbed in the air, but he didn't catch anything and fell heavily into the pile of corpses.
At this time, the hand that he grabbed was numb and completely numb. I couldn't feel whether my hand was still holding the branch or not. I felt my body falling straight down. I quickly stretched out my other hand to grab the ghost hand vine next to me, but there was Tianxin rock powder on that hand, and the vine shrank back all of a sudden. I cursed inwardly, and the whole person slipped down and hit a big branch.
The branches were full of corpse beetles, and I bumped into them and many of them fell down. I barely had the strength to hold on with my legs and stopped climbing, but the corpse beetles surrounded me again. I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Now I have so many ways to die, either falling to death, being bitten to death by insects, or being poisoned. God is really kind to me.
I was feeling depressed when suddenly the fat guy climbed up from below and kicked away a few corpse beetles. It turned out that this guy crawled slower than me. When he saw me, he cursed: "How dare you lie here? Look at my butt, it's full of holes!" He was about to help me up. I yelled: "Don't touch me, I'm poisoned. Go away first. I can't be saved!"
Without saying anything, the fat man carried me on his back and said, "Look in a mirror. You look better than me. You look rosy and shiny. How could you be poisoned?"
I was surprised and looked down, only to see that my hands were covered with red rashes, which looked like I had been bitten by thousands of mosquitoes. But the redness stopped at my shoulders and was slowly fading away. I couldn't help wondering why the poison had no effect on me.
The fat man carried me on his back and climbed up with gritted teeth. I became his human shield from behind him. All the corpse beetles jumped onto my butt and started biting me. It hurt so much that I cursed, "You damn fat man, I thought you were kind, but you just wanted to use me as a shield!"
The fat man yelled, "Why are you talking so much? If you don't agree, come and carry me! Can't you see that there is no good meat left on my butt?"
I didn't want to argue with him. The area near the trunk of the Hydra cypress was full of corpses, and it was so dense that the fat man would bump into a pile of bones from time to time. Fortunately, the corpse beetles had the same problem. There were too many things for them to distinguish clearly, and many of them jumped on the mummies that were knocked around by us and bit them.
The fat man saw this and thought there was a way, so he told me to hit the corpses and move them to make them move. Although I was unwilling, there was no other way, my life was more important.
I kicked every insect I saw along the way, and suddenly everywhere we passed was filled with spinning corpses. The IQ of these insects is not as high as that of humans. They were in a mess, and we didn't know whether to chase us or bite the spinning corpses. They actually stopped there and started spinning in circles. The fat man took the opportunity to speed up and quickly widened the distance between us. We could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
After the exercise just now, my hands and feet have basically regained feeling. I thought to myself, the feeling when I was poisoned was the same as the feeling when the grandfather was poisoned in the notes. In the end, my grandfather did not die. Could it be that because of this, I have immunity?
I couldn't figure it out, and I saw that my hands and feet could move, so I asked the fat man to put me down. I saw that the fat man's face was sweaty and he was breathing heavily. I thought to myself that I vomited blood when I carried you on the stone platform, and now we are even. At this time, I suddenly saw a man sitting on a tree branch behind the fat man, waving his head at me.
I shivered and rubbed my eyes. The man had disappeared. I thought he had hidden behind the tree, so I leaned over to look. The fat man shouted, "Stop dawdling, get going!"
"Wait a minute!" I grabbed him and said, "Left, left! I just saw someone waving at me."
He sighed and followed me to crawl over. There was no one there, only a tree hole that could barely accommodate a person. It was pitch black inside and I didn't know what was inside .
The fat man shone the flashlight and was shocked to see a pile of rolled-up vines in the cave, with a highly decomposed corpse entangled in it. The two blue eyes were so cloudy that the pupils could not be seen, and the mouth was wide open. I don't know what he wanted to say to me. The fat man looked at me and said , "Why is it a dead person? Did you see a ghost?"
There were so many strange things that happened along the way that I couldn't help but believe in ghosts. I thought that since he waved us over, he must have some purpose. Thinking of this, I habitually looked at his mouth. But his jaw was rotten and something had fallen out. I continued to look and found that he seemed to be holding something in his hand. I opened it and saw that it was a pendant.
The corpse beetle below started to squeak as it climbed up. I didn't want to look through his things anymore. I saluted him because he was wearing camouflage uniforms, and then continued to climb up. The fat man climbed very fast. We were not far from the crack at the top, so we climbed up in no time.
As soon as we climbed out of the crack, we looked down and saw that the corpse beetles seemed to have no intention of stopping. They almost rushed to the edge of the crack. The fat man shouted, "It's not time to rest yet, run!"
I had been in the underground for so long that I had lost track of the direction. Suddenly, a man ran out from the bushes ahead, carrying something. I recognized him as my uncle and was overjoyed. When he saw me, he shouted, "Go to the back and get all the gasoline!"
I ran over to take a look. It turned out that there was only a short cliff between the crack and the place where we dug the tunnel. It was less than ten meters. Our equipment was still there. I saw the barrels of gasoline and got angry. I thought to myself, "Okay, this time you're going to get into trouble."
Fatty and I each carried a bucket and ran back. Uncle San had already poured all the first bucket down. At that time, the corpse beetles had almost crawled to the ground. Uncle San threw a lighter down, and saw a flash of fire, and immediately there was a burst of burning stench. The insects retreated like a tide in an instant. The gasoline formed a wall of fire at the crack. It was really satisfying to watch the insects screaming in the fire. We poured the second and third barrels on the fire, and the fire that came out of the crack was almost higher than two people. The heat wave came over and burned my eyebrows.
I stepped back and looked at the pendant in my hand. There was a name tag on it. The name of the body should be James . I wiped it and put it in my coat pocket, thinking that I would return it to your family when I have the chance. Now you can rest in peace. The fat man was sweating from the heat and asked Uncle San: "Where are the two people?"
Uncle San pointed behind him and said, "Pan Zi is not feeling well. He seems to have a fever. I haven't seen that little brother. I thought he was with you guys."
I looked at the fat man, and he sighed: "I didn't see him at all after I exploded, so I'm afraid he's in big trouble."
Uncle San shook his head and said, "No, this guy is elusive, and he was above us just now. Even if he was dispersed by the air wave, he must have rushed up here."
When I saw Uncle San's expression, I knew he wasn't sure either. Even though that Monk was powerful, he was no different from us in front of explosives. If he was thrown out of the tree by the blast, he would have no chance of survival.
We searched the area but found nothing. There was no sign that anyone had left. Uncle San sighed and gave me a wry smile.
We returned to the camp to pack up, light a bonfire, and heat up the canned food in the package to eat. I was so hungry that I could eat anything. While eating, Uncle San pointed to the low cliff behind him and said, "Look, this camp is right next to the crack. It looks like the tree demon that the old man saw was this snake cypress. It must have been because they made too much noise when celebrating at night and attracted the snake cypress out of the crack. Fortunately, we didn't stay overnight and went directly down to the tunnel, otherwise we would have been dragged away by the snake cypress."
The fat man said, "I don't know how long the fire will last. If the fire is out, those bugs will come out again and it will be troublesome. Now it's almost dawn, let's get out of this forest as soon as possible!"
I quickly took a few bites and nodded. Fatty and Uncle San took turns carrying Pan Zi on their backs and headed into the woods.
The journey was very peaceful. We were talking and singing on the way here, and we were rushing on the way back, almost as if we were running for our lives.
I hadn't rested for a whole night and was very nervous. My physical strength had reached its limit. I was almost relying on my mental strength to walk to the end. If a bed suddenly appeared in front of me, I would fall asleep in less than 2 seconds. We walked for nearly half a day and a morning, walked out of the woods, and then climbed over the small stone slope formed by the mudslide, and finally saw the friendly little village.
We didn't dare to relax and first sent Pan Zi to the village clinic. The barefoot doctor came over and frowned, and hurriedly called the nurse over. I lay down on the stool and fell asleep after listening to their two sentences.
It was a sleep from a state of extreme exhaustion. I didn't have any dreams and I don't know how long I slept. When I woke up, I heard a commotion outside and I didn't know what had happened.