"Whoop Woohoo ......"

When I rushed along the mountain road breathlessly, I regretted that I was too scared and flustered to take the tarpaulin and run again.

But after thinking about it, I felt that if I had delayed a little longer, I might have been caught by that invisible thing.

I know that once it falls into its hands, it is estimated that its life will be gone, and even if it has an oilcloth on it, it will not be used.

It's better to find a way to survive first, as for if you really get to the top of the snowy mountain and get the petals of the flower on the other side, it's a big deal to find other ways to bring them back to the village.

Thinking of this, I also ran forward and ran desperately.

Along the way, I didn't care if there was a bigger crisis and traps waiting for me, so I just rushed forward with my head down.

As for whether the invisible monster behind me caught up or not, I didn't have time to care, because I was worried that if I stopped, I might be caught by it.

However, after I ran in a panic for an unknown amount of time, I felt that my whole body had no strength, and my breath was so short that my chest hurt, and I knew that I was exhausted and would soon collapse.

After all, this road is all uphill, and it is a steep mountain road, plus the night is hazy, and the vision is not very clear, so I know that it is the limit that I can run so far, and the rest, I'm afraid, can only be resigned to fate.

"Poof!"

I finally slipped on my feet, threw myself forward, and fell to the ground.

At that moment, I really wanted to get up and continue running, and I really didn't want to be caught by the invisible thing behind me and die.

But the problem is that I don't have any strength in my body, I just want to lie on the ground and rest for a while.

Even if I tried to turn my head to see if the unseen thing had caught up, I couldn't, enough to see that my body was completely tired to the extreme, as if I had completely lost consciousness.

The only thing I could do was to hold my breath as steady as possible and try not to make too much gasping sound.

First, it is so that I can listen to the footsteps behind me, and secondly, it is also to avoid my own panting and attracting the invisible object.

After listening to it for about a quarter of an hour, I felt that I didn't hear any other sounds like footsteps except for my own wheezing, and my heart was a little relaxed.

I think it's possible that the other party's speed is not as fast as mine, and I successfully got rid of it.

However, I soon felt that maybe the other party was just slow, but it had not lost its ability to track me, and maybe it had caught up in the quarter of an hour when I was lying on the ground resting.

Thinking of this, I think the wisest way is to get up and continue running, at least to the top of the snow-capped mountain to confirm whether there are any petals of the legendary flower on the other side that cures all diseases.

If there really is, then find a way to get a few more petals of the Flower of the Other Shore to stuff in my clothes, and even if the monster chasing after me becomes a demented person with a flower pattern on the soles of the feet, or even a dead body buried in the cemetery, I can successfully deliver the Flower Petals to the village, or to the cemetery closest to the village.

In that case, as long as the old doctor gets the petals of the other side flower on my body into medicine, maybe he can let my grandfather resolve this mortal crisis and live a good life again.

I also mentioned this point in my letters to my fifth uncle and fifth aunt, that is, once I returned to the village with demented eyes one day, I did not have to bother to treat my strange disease, but quickly searched my body, and found the petals of the flower on the other side of my body to treat my grandfather's illness.

But if I didn't get lucky enough to return to the village on my own, but instead appeared in the new cemetery three months later, I would have dug up my body and found the petals of the flower on my body to treat my grandfather as soon as possible.

As for the fact that my grandfather could only live for a month at most, I also took it into account, and I also thought of a solution in the letter that was not a solution.

That is to ask the old doctor to increase the dose of the tranquilizer he gave my grandfather every day, so that my grandfather is in a coma most of the day, so that it is still possible to extend the life of my grandfather who originally only had one month, and even delay it to three months later, it is not impossible.

Of course, I also prepared for the worst, that is, if I desperately came to the top of the snowy mountain, only to find that there were no so-called petals of the other side of the flower, then there was nothing I could do.

I've done my best, and it makes no difference to me whether I return to the village alive or be bitten to death by a monster caught up on the top of a snowy mountain.

Because once my grandfather passed away, my heart was like ashes when I lived, and it was not much different from death.

"Rustling ......"

As I lay on the ground regaining my strength and thinking nonsense, I heard familiar footsteps behind me again, and I knew that the invisible monster was still catching up.

I smiled bitterly and felt the strength of my whole body again, and found that I still couldn't use it, and now I was really desperate.

Because I had an accident before I could reach the top of the snowy mountain, then my plan before I came was all in vain.

"Rustling ......"

The footsteps were getting closer and closer to me, and it didn't take long for them to come behind me, and I was a little reluctant to look back at them, but I felt that even if I died, I had to let myself die clearly.

Unexpectedly, before I could turn my head around, I felt a burning pain in the soles of my feet and fainted.

I don't know how long I've been asleep, but when I regained consciousness again, I found myself still lying on my stomach on the floor.

It's just that his body is not as tired as before, and he seems to have fully recovered his strength.

Only the soles of the feet still hurt hotly, it was an indescribable pain, as if the pain was not on the soles of the feet, but a pain that pierced the depths of the soul.

I sat up quickly, bent down and lifted my feet, and took a closer look in the moonlight, there were a few small holes in the soles of my shoes, and when I took off my shoes, sure enough, there was a blood-colored flower pattern on the soles of my feet.

I was also puzzled by this, that is, since the soles of my feet have become the same as those young people who died in the past, why did I not lose consciousness?

Didn't you become a person with dementia, step by step down the mountain and return to the village to wait for death?

Or did they never wake up, but were turned into corpses in a new graveyard three months later?

With this set of doubts in mind, I took a closer look at the ground near my feet to see if I could see what it was that had turned the soles of my feet into the strange shape they are now.

Unfortunately, nothing was found, the grass was very clean, and there was no sign of anyone coming.

So, I recalled the "rustle" sound I had just heard, and I always felt that something had just come towards me from the grass, and I fainted.

Thinking of this, I simply lay on the ground, carefully uncovering the tender grass on the grass little by little, intending to see if it was possible that something had crawled under the turf and crawled next to the soles of my feet, and then bit through the soles of my feet.

When I lifted the turf little by little and looked down the road, I finally saw that there was indeed some unknown insect crawling track.

And the bug is a bit like a snail, because under the turf I found a few shiny marks, which are very similar to the marks left by the snail after crawling.

But I knew it wasn't a snail, because a snail wasn't so magical that it could bite through the sole of a person's shoe, and then get in and bite out a blood-colored flower pattern on the sole of the foot.

I picked up the shoe again and took a closer look, and the round hole in the sole was a bite mark, and it was clear that the insect's teeth were still very sharp.

Next, I studied the blood-colored flower pattern on the soles of my feet again, and found that it didn't look like it had been bitten out a little bit, but more like it was oozing from the inside out.

I also saw a small blood hole in the center of the pattern on the sole of the shoe, which was the same position and about the same size as the round hole on the sole.

Apparently, the snail-like bug had gotten into the soles of my feet after biting through the soles of my shoes, lurking, and somehow creating this blood-colored pattern on the soles of my feet.

Presumably that's why I fainted from pain before.

After making this assumption, my scalp also tingled because I had a hard time accepting that a few unknown bugs had actually burrowed into the soles of my feet.

I don't know if it's gone at the moment, or if it's still in the soles of its feet.

Or maybe they've crawled down the soles of their feet to other parts of their bodies.

The pattern presented by the soles of the feet is not ruled out to be caused by the toxins secreted by this insect, and it is not impossible.

I also got goosebumps again at the thought that the bugs were probably still in my body, but I couldn't think of a way to get rid of them. However, in addition to being disgusted, I am glad that I am still alive.

Since I am alive, I think that instead of worrying about whether there are insects in my body, I should continue to the top of the snow-capped mountain to see if the petals of the legendary flower on the other side really exist.

Because for me at this moment, grandpa's safety is the first priority, anyway, I somehow escaped a catastrophe, and I haven't died for the time being, so I should hurry up and continue to help grandpa find the petals of the flower on the other side.

If the bugs keep me unconscious again, I'll never have a chance to do it again.

So I decided to ignore the so-called bugs and the blood-colored flower pattern on the soles of my feet, and continue to go up the mountain, straight to the top of the snow-capped mountain.

Strive to get the petals of the other side flower as originally planned, and then immediately go down the mountain and return to the village, so that the old doctor can treat grandpa.

As for the bugs on my own body, and the flower pattern on the other side, I can only take one step at a time......