"Third uncle, what happened to you just now? Why didn't you come back for so long. ”

"Don't talk about it, your third uncle has calculated for the first time when he walks at night, and it is still these inhuman rats who are calculating. In addition, there is still miasma in this mountain, if it weren't for your ghost uncle coming in time, I'm afraid my old life would be planted in the hands of these torturers! Zhao San said indignantly.

Zhang Meng heard it funny, and wanted to make fun of Zhao San, but when the bright flashlight hit the front, he couldn't say a word.

In front of him, there was a grayish-brown layer on the ground, which was the skin of these rats, and even the big tree next to him was covered with these rats. At this glance, there are no thousands of just can't be said.

I don't know where these rats came from, Zhang Meng looked at these things, and subconsciously wanted to retreat.

"Rush, don't look back!"

Zhao San screamed a few words loudly, clapped his hands and rushed forward at an accelerated pace. Zhang Meng stubbornly followed, he only felt that his feet were soft, and he didn't know how many rats had stepped on his spiked shoes, and a stream of cold things splashed on his bare feet.

Zhang Meng didn't dare to look at the ground, he followed Zhao San's example and yelled to give himself courage.

Suddenly, the soles of Zhang Meng's feet slipped, and the whole person slammed heavily on the ground, and suddenly a large piece of rats pressed his body of more than 100 catties into a meat patty. Some red blood sprayed on his clothes, and some rat internal organs and other messy things, Zhang Meng only felt a wave of nausea rushing to his stomach, and almost vomited it in one gulp.

Four or five rats crawled on Zhang Meng's back and gnawed, Zhang Meng panicked, supporting the slippery flesh and blood under him with both hands, but accidentally slipped again, and the whole person fell to the ground.

"You stupid baby!"

Zhao San came back to his senses and dragged Zhang Meng up, Zhang Meng hurriedly shook his body, wanting to shake a few mice down. But I didn't expect that the claws of those rats were caught in the meat, and they couldn't shake them off.

"Leave it alone, run!"

Zhao San was about to cry in a hurry, he gave Zhang Meng a big chestnut on his head, and pulled him to run away. Along the way, Zhang Meng didn't know how long those rats had been with them, and when the two of them ran to the place where the flare gun was fired, they were so tired that they almost collapsed, and they didn't even have the strength to be disgusted, but fortunately, Chen Cripple and others were there.

"Don't move!"

The sick ghost lifted Zhang Meng's clothes and took a small wooden stick and went into the bucket of the spine of the rat, and the rat immediately fell from Zhang Meng's body, and Fu Bo did the same, and stabbed the four or five rats on Zhao San's body.

Zhang Meng grinned in pain, he had already scratched four or five small blood holes on his back, if it weren't for the fact that the teeth of these rats were all rolled up, and there was no way to bite something, I am afraid that the flesh on his back would have to bite off a piece now.

The sick man smeared some medicinal wine on the backs of the two of them, and then put their clothes down.

"It hurts me!" The wound on Zhang Meng's back stimulated the potion, and tears almost rushed out.

"I think that back then, the third master and I had two box guns, a white-maned horse, and more than 30 bandits met in a narrow way, that was to kick down the Tibetans, shoot with two guns, kill in the dark, more than ten bullets in the body, Lao Tzu didn't even blink his eyes, you can't stand this pain?"

"Gotta get it, third uncle, every time I hear you say that there is a new story about this stubble, how many times did you fight the bandits back then?"

Zhang Meng hurriedly stopped Zhao San's boasting.

"This time it's planted, there is still miasma in this Devil Mountain, no wonder you and Lao Chen have fallen." The sick man shook his head and said.

There was still residual fear on Fauber's face: "I'm scared to death, when I was sleeping in a daze, there was actually a mouse gnawing my nose, if it wasn't for Uncle Ghost to wake me up, my nose would be gone!" ”

"Ah Fu, is there any pattern for the miasma outbreak in this mountain?"

"No, I've been to this Devil's Mountain so many times, and it's only the last time I've seen a white fog." Fauber shook his head.

"Now it's trouble!" The sick man shook his head solemnly.

Zhang Meng asked with some confusion: "Why did Uncle Ghost say that?" ”

"There's a reason we didn't see these rats in the first place, they're cold-blooded, and you should know when you came into contact with their blood. Usually they will hide in the cave to sleep, only when the miasma erupts, these rats will wake up and hide food, at this time the rats are the most terrifying, they are numerous, even a tiger has to become their food. Luckily, these rats must have just woken up not long ago, and their teeth are curled, and if they grind their teeth well, I'm afraid they will have to lose a piece of meat in one bite! ”

"No wonder I was drowsy just now, it turned out that I smelled these miasma......" Zhang Meng suddenly realized.

"Well, it should be a sign that this rain has awakened the miasma, fortunately, these miasma did not erupt on a large scale, otherwise they would have to fall down after two puffs, Zhuge Liang captured Meng Shu seven times that year, but he didn't suffer less from the miasma." The sick ghost said solemnly.

Babble, yes......

In the past, if someone said that there was an animal cry like Peking Opera, Zhang Meng would definitely scoff at it, but this tone all over the mountains and fields really made people's scalp tingle.

"Shh The sick man raised two fingers and signaled to speak quietly.

"These rats don't have good vision, but they have a very keen sense of hearing, and if they call loudly, they will attract ......."

Zhang Meng was angry when he heard it, just now when he followed Zhao San, he yelled at him, trying to scare away these rats, but he almost gnawed a few pieces of meat on his back.

Seeing Zhang Meng staring at him angrily, Zhao San's old face was also a little embarrassed, and he smiled hesitantly: "Lao Tzu looks at these little mice cute, tease them, what do you learn from a cute baby?"