Correspondingly, a hole the thickness of an arm appeared in the ground, straight into the ground. It was dark inside the hole, and I couldn't see what was going on, but I knew it wasn't a good thing.

The weak man lying on the ground had obviously lost the ability to raise the corpse, the black blood vessels under the skin stopped flowing, and the face that was still iron blue just now was concave a little bit, shriveled like an air-dried bacon, and it seemed that if there was a little more vibration at this moment, he would be crushed to pieces.

The worm in the mouth that dominates his actions should have gone into a hole in the ground, and there was no shadow for a long time. It didn't show up, but I became more and more nervous, always feeling that something more terrifying would happen in the next second.

Strangely, the hole did not heal as I had imagined, but instead looked at me like an eye. The corpse next to him had been reduced to ashes, leaving a pool of pale cyan juice, which had penetrated deep into the surface little by little. I turned on my phone and looked at the time, it was already more than nine o'clock at night, and at this time, Tang Kai should have returned to Solang's house, and he should have found that I was not there.

God, let them appear, I really don't want to stay in this horrible woods any longer, even for a minute. As long as I can go out, let me do anything, even if I am asked to kiss those bugs, I am willing!

Swear is an oath, but when the oath slams on his head, he can only blame his mouth for owing too much.

Who said they wanted to kiss the bugs! Who is it?

Something was desperately drilling under the hole, and it directly arched a dirt bag out of the surface. The movement below is getting louder and louder, and the earth bag arches more and more violently, like a balloon that is gradually being blown up, about to break through the constraints of the surface and gush out.

My throat tightened, I could barely gasp hard, and my body was pressed against the trunk of the tree behind me, trying not to make any movement. The afterglow of his eyes saw that under the bulging hole, there was a bright red undercurrent floating, one after another. The veins of the underground dryads almost burst open.

"Bang!"

A loud bang broke the silence of the woods, and countless blood-red liquids erupted from the holes, and large patches of crimson instantly filled all my sight. Like a fierce red light exploding in the forest.

My first instinct was that the Dryad's veins had been cut, or that a small crater was about to form, and that the red stuff was lava underground. But the cold surroundings still reminded me that this wasn't real, that wasn't lava.

So what is it?

Countless red liquids that were splattered out instantly spread on the ground. I covered my face with my arm for fear of being splashed with this inexplicable liquid, and I didn't take my hand off my face until the blowout was completely over.

Strangely, the liquid did not stop the moment it touched the ground, but continued to spread forward like tentacles, as if it had self-awareness. It didn't take long for a strange pattern centered on a hole to form on the ground, and this kind of spreading image actually felt a little familiar to me.

Resemble......

Like Lian Jing's mirror! The mirror carved with the immortal bird!

This pattern extends in six directions. The long stems and narrow leaves, with the grain of phoenix wood in the middle, and the dense leaves are like a huge fan, spreading out on the ground.

This kind of picture of reincarnation appeared in front of me again, and this time, it was presented in front of my eyes in this strange and magnificent way, which was obviously much more powerful than the bronze mirror of the year.

Got it right. In fear, I was almost certain that this place must be the so-called domesticated, and the tree I was on. It should be the center of the feature film giant Berlin, only a little distance from the truth, and I just need to figure out how to get into this treacherous pattern underneath. You should be able to find the crane.

But the question is, how to solve the strange patterns on the surface?

I leaned on a branch, holding a flashlight in one hand and a branch firmly in the other, my neck stretched out, trying to see what the red blood looked like on my face.

The eyes look sour. There is a feeling of ghosting, and looking at the lines in the ground always feels like they are shaking. I closed my eyes and rested for a moment, then hit the bright light on the surface again.

Almost instantly, my head "boomed" with a loud bang, and my scalp was about to explode. What kind of blood is gushing out, the ground is full of blood-red and fluffy mouth worms!

I had goosebumps all over my body, my stomach was tumbling into the sea, and the hand holding the branch almost let go, and the whole person fell, and I was shocked into a cold sweat.

Bugs and bugs overlapped, undulating, and from a distance it really looks like a ghost. It's not my eye problem at all, it's just bugs all over the ground.

I closed my eyes and swallowed, trying to restrain the acid water that was about to vomit out of my stomach, and when I tried to move my legs, I found that my legs had long since stopped listening to me, shaking violently, and the branches that were pulling under me were also trembling slightly.

Damn, why does your body keep calling like this? If this falls, I won't even have a chance to be a weak man......

I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and bowed violently, crawling back to the trunk like an earthworm, trembling and shuddering with my hands to pick up the backpack on the other trunk, and from time to time I had to continue to observe the movements of the insects below, and every time I looked at them, I would be disgusted again until I was sure that the insects did not care about me.

I took out all the "weapons" that the bag had given me, hammers, screwdrivers, wrenches, gardeners' shovels, and held them in my arms one by one, and when the bag was almost empty, my hand touched the envelope shell.

It occurred to me that Sao Bao had brought me a lot of pieces of paper with curses written on them before he left, these things were not amulets, and I wanted to see if they worked.

I took out the pieces of paper one by one, pasted them on the "weapons" respectively, thought about it and thought about it, and with a twitch of my brain, I actually threw a small shovel at the bugs underneath.

Under the effect of gravity, the shovel fell sharply, and saw that it smashed into the group of insects, but did not hear any "clang" sound.

I felt a chill in my heart, how many insects are in the ground, how thick are they to block this critical attack.

I thought that this was the end of the matter, but who knew that at the moment of smashing, a small flame suddenly broke out between the smashed insects in the ground, the fire was not strong, but the insects around it were wiped out in an instant. The smell of burnt egg whites in the air made me clutch my nose and my heart moved.

This sassy bag, honestly not deceiving, I didn't expect a thin and soft card to make these insects who like to rattle and eat knives burn out instantly, it seems that today is saved.

As the old saying goes, get carried away. While killing the bugs, it brought about a ruining result, that is, the group of hundreds of millions of bugs finally found my direction.

The patterns that spread out in all directions are constantly retracted like a backward shot in a movie, and they are tightly gathered in the direction of the trunk of the tree in the very center. When stacked up, the bugs slowly climbed up in the direction of the roots of the tree like a blood-red arm.

I was completely dumbfounded, even if I had the spell in my hand, there were only a few pieces left. According to the effect just now, it is simply sending people to death, and it is not enough for these bugs to stuff their teeth. At this moment, I finally understood a word, that is, if you don't do it, you can't die, you pick up sesame seeds and lose watermelon.

I panicked all of a sudden, watching the blood-red trail climb up the trunk of the tree little by little, the speed became faster and faster, and I didn't have the slightest intention of stopping, and hurriedly threw the remaining rune weapon in my hand down. Clusters of tiny flames lit faintly on the trunks of the trees, slowing the insects for a moment, but they were outnumbered and outnumbered, making it impossible for me to fight back.

There were a few tiny screwdrivers left, and the runes had run out. I didn't care whether it was useful or not, I picked up the knife and threw it in the direction of the insect, and I could almost feel a puddle of red foam splashing with such force.

This kind of person can eat a knife, how can he be afraid of this little thing in my hand? The resistance was futile, and even the worm that was smashed into two pieces actually grew two heads, and became two at once. I'm literally doing what adds fuel to the fire!

But at this time, I don't care about their number, as long as it can serve as a buffer, I am willing to let me chop the meat.

Seeing that the tools in my hand were reduced little by little, and the whole black bag was completely deflated, I reached out and touched it beside me, grabbed a small screwdriver, and just threw it down, but my hand stopped in mid-air.

I looked to the side, and the screwdriver in my hand was already the most powerful weapon, and if I threw it down again, I wouldn't even have anything to cut myself, so I couldn't bite my tongue and kill myself.

The insects writhed and hovered over the trunk of the tree, getting faster and faster, until I was only nearly a meter away, and I was in complete despair.

I thought that my end would be touched by a corpse, and if I can't reach it, I will become a shriveled and upside-down monster, at least with my own body, but now, this small wish that cannot be small can not be realized.

I don't know why, I actually felt a little tragic at this time, as if the five heroes of Langya Mountain were about to jump off the cliff and die bravely. In this case, it is better to let yourself die early and be reborn early, so as not to suffer from being eaten by the flesh and skin.

I raised the screwdriver in my hand, the sharp blade looking extremely cold in the night. At the moment of attack, there was some hesitation, until the red storm was about to touch the tips of my toes, and I could almost see the worms twisting the hairy blood-red towards my hideous mouth.

With a "bang", a bloody mark on my left wrist suddenly tore, and I thought it was like a bug, spreading on my hand and gurgling out.

The branches finally couldn't take any of my pressure, and with a rattle, the feeling of weightlessness enveloped me, and I chuckled self-deprecatingly and closed my eyes. (To be continued.) )