With a 'bang', Zhang Meng's foot seemed to have kicked something heavy, and he slammed open the cloth curtain.

As soon as his head was put in, he saw a wrinkled face appear in front of him, it was a little old man!

At this moment, the little old man's neck was wrapped with dense plant rattans, like strands of black hair, and his whole body was wrapped with this kind of rattan, and the whole person was tied into a meat dumpling.

What's even more weird is that at this moment, the old man's eyes are white, and the whole person is hanging in the air, as if his whole person is suspended in the air.

The little old man's neck was swollen and purple from the rattan, and the blood stained his entire body with shocking blood.

And on Lai Zi, Zhao San, Zhang Shaotu and Abba Lama, there are also countless rattans, as if snakes are crawling on them one by one.

"What is this?"

Zhao San slept in a daze, he heard Zhang Meng's scream, sat up suddenly, and subconsciously grabbed the rattans on his face.

"Third Uncle be careful!"

Zhang Meng roared, but it was too late at the moment, Zhao San's hand was immediately wrapped, and in the blink of an eye, the rattan tied Zhao San's hand and neck together, and Zhao San was dragged off the ground as if he had a rocket on his buttocks.

Zhang Meng was almost stunned, this monster that suddenly appeared had such terrifying power!

Zhao San's neck made a 'clucking' sound, his mouth was slightly open, and streams of scarlet blood poured out of his throat. Zhang Meng's eyes were about to split, he roared angrily, and then grabbed the rattan and pulled it desperately behind him, trying to pull the damn rattan away.

The barbs on the rattan pierced deep into Zhang Meng's palm, ten fingers connected to the heart, and a sharp pain suddenly made Zhang Meng feel dizzy, and with all his strength, the rattan couldn't be torn apart at all, and he couldn't even stop the contraction of the rattan.

"Get out of the way!"

Zhang Shaotu roared, and a cold light appeared in his hand, and the cold light in his hand slashed violently, but did not break the rattan with a thickness of a few centimeters.

He had bruised in his hands, and then he took the dagger and cut through the rattan like a hacksaw.

This dagger is a first-class military manufacture, and that kind of sharp Cheng dù blowing hair and breaking hair are small things, but cutting this rattan of a few millimeters is like cutting a stump that has lived for decades or even hundreds of years.

Finally, the rattan was cut into two pieces for Zhang Shaotu, but the broken rattan bounced violently on the ground like a yellow eel, and then rolled towards Zhang Shaotu's bare feet, the speed was as fast as lightning, Zhang Shaotu almost didn't react, and the whole person fell into an upside-down onion.

"Drink!"

Abba Lama grabbed a handful of rattan sticks violently, and he roared, and the green tendons on his hands swelled one by one like pythons. The rattan was actually pulled loose by him, and then Lama Aba put the rattan in his palm and kneaded it vigorously.

Zhang Meng and the others looked at this rattan in horror, and this rattan was finally pinched to death by Abalama's natural power.

Abba Lama gasped violently, and the skin on his palms was scratched by the fine barbs on the rattans, and the flesh was blurred. Zhang Meng noticed that the hands he put down were trembling slightly, and his heart suddenly sank slightly, with the powerful force of Abalama to subdue the tiger, he couldn't stand up to this piece of rattan, if there were more, then how could they still be saved?

"Rustling ......"

Before they could speak, they suddenly heard a very small sound from the whole tent, and it was very peculiar, like the cry of a frog, with a peculiar trembling.

Zhang Meng suddenly had a creepy feeling, and at this moment, outside the tent, there was a crackling sound like stir-fried soybeans.

Zhang Shaotu's face suddenly became ugly, and he jerked off the canvas on the tent.

At this moment, the outside of the tent had already changed its appearance, and under the strong light of the camp, Zhang Meng and the others clearly saw that in the surrounding snow, many of these rattans appeared, and they were like snakes, swimming on the snow.

At this moment, everyone in the entire camp was already in a mess, and a mercenary who had been on guard before tied the rattan around his neck, and then dragged it around in the snow.

There are also guys whose stomachs are strangled alive.

The most terrifying thing is an elderly American expert, who tightly clamped an extremely long rattan all over his body, and at his back, a huge sarcoma was swollen, and the organs in the person's body, as well as intestines or something, were actually squeezed into this sarcoma alive.

It's like playing with a balloon, when you pinch it flat in one place, it will puff up in another.

"Bang!"

As the rattan tightened, the sarcoma was already overwhelmed, it exploded violently, and the internal organs inside were still flying around, and Zhang Meng couldn't help retching.

"Run! This stuff has surrounded us......"

Zhang Shaotu roared angrily, he casually picked up a package, and then used the dagger in his hand to cut open the tent, and the fat man and the others also picked up the package at will, and then ran for their lives frantically.

These things are almost all the daily necessities they need, and in this environment, if they don't have enough high-calorie food, I'm afraid they will freeze to death here in half a day.

"Crackling ......"

There were bursts of such strange sounds behind everyone, Zhang Meng turned his head, shone a flashlight, and actually saw countless dried rattans scurrying behind them, chasing them like praying mantises.

If this kind of scene is described in words, it may be funny, but after seeing the deaths of the previous people, these things are countless times more terrifying than the evil ghosts in hell in Zhang Meng's eyes.

Along the way, Zhang Meng didn't dare to stop at all, his nose and mouth gasped violently, hoping to run faster.

Suddenly, he felt his feet tighten, and then the sky spun around.

Zhang Meng's mouth was in close contact with the snow, and a large mouthful of snow water poured into his mouth, and when he fell dizzy, he only felt that his ankles were dragged backwards by a huge force.

"Help!"

Zhang Meng yelled loudly, he kicked his bare foot frantically with his other foot, trying to kick the rattan on the bare foot away, but the bare foot was swollen and kicked to no avail.

Zhang Meng was so frightened that his head suddenly stopped, and suddenly a huge force slammed his shoulder, and then slammed it back!