In this era, the bookcase has awakened the little monkey. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The little monkey has the most serious symptoms, foaming at the mouth constantly, the pupils are divergent, and the person has been in a half-asleep state. The four of them stayed together to discuss countermeasures, all sides were primeval forests, and there were cliffs dozens of meters high on the outermost, so it was impossible to go out. But if they don't go out, they can't hold out for long, the cold water can only play a very limited role, and the whole forest is filled with miasma, and there is no way to avoid it.

This time it was really on the verge of despair. The miasma of Savage Mountain is different from here, it is distributed in a region, and as long as you get out of a certain area, you will be relieved. Later, I also learned from the local aborigines how to dissolve miasma, and there is a special plant leaf that can be used to remove miasma in the mouth. But there are no plants like that in this environment. The topography of the sinkhole is too special, forming a unique geographical environment, which makes the plant species here very single, and there is no such plant growing at all.

"Grandma, we're all going to die here." Gong Daniu is not optimistic about the situation in front of him.

The scrivener kept the little monkey in his arms and did not speak, and it would seem very pale and naïve to say some words of encouragement at this time.

At this time, there was a bright color overhead, and the sun was already shining outside the sinkhole, and it was only a bright light here. Kong Zhaoqiang looked at the surrounding scenery thoughtfully, and there was no desperate expression on his face.

"Lao Kong, do you have a way?" Lu Shuting asked.

"I don't think we're at the point of despair." Kong Zhaoqiang said.

One sentence alarmed everyone, and all eyes were focused on him. Even the little monkey opened his eyes and stared at Kong Zhaoqiang.

At this time, it was not the time to sell Guanzi, Lao Kong directly pointed to the root: "The miasma here is so serious, there is still life that has always existed, and it lives very well, such as moss, such as spiders, mushrooms, snakes and ants, how can they survive?" I think they must have a secret to lifting the miasma. ”

Everyone nodded, if there was any turning point in the matter, it was on these little things. Several people split up, each looking for a panacea that might relieve the miasma.

The process was very difficult, several people were unable to walk normally, and after spraying a few mouthfuls of cold water on their faces, they barely struggled to roll and crawl. The body seems to have been drained of muscles and bones, and the whole person is like a piece of meat, and every step of the climb requires great effort. It was as if he had been filled with lead water, and it was so painful and heavy that he barely had the strength to raise his head.

It took a lot of effort to get a few things: a handful of moss, a handful of mushrooms, dozens of ants and a spider, and a peculiar little sapling growing on a rotten tree.

A few people looked at the things in front of them in a daze, and the things were obtained, but which one was the antidote? Not every one of these things can relieve the miasma, and some of them may also be highly poisonous, and people will not only not be able to relieve the miasma after eating them, but will even die.

"Just give it a try." Gong Daniu said with a big grin.

None of the others spoke, try it, say it lightly, if you don't get it right, it's the price of your life.

"I'll come first." Lao Gong reported himself bravely.

"I'd better come first, I'll die." Lu Shuting wants to be the first.

"Ahem......" The little monkey who had not moved coughed a few times, he was in the worst condition, he had been in a semi-comatose state, and now he was just awake. I'm going to die anyway, let me go first. He said vaguely.

No one spoke, and everyone looked at the scrivener. This decision can only be made by him, and his relationship with the little monkey is equivalent to that of father and son.

The scrivener patted the little monkey's head, which was meaningful, and he did not object. Now is not the time to talk about personal feelings, all decisions must be made in the interests of the whole team. The scrivener stared at several possible antidotes in a daze, even if it was a tasting, it could not be aimless, and the most likely one should be chosen.

Mushrooms and mosses are excluded first in the scrivebook, and plants that are not sensitive to miasma are excluded first. All that was left were spiders, ants, and a small sapling. Small saplings, although very peculiar, belong to plants after all, and are also excluded. Only spiders and ants remained, and the old generation excluded the spider again, because there was only one spider, and even the "antidote" was meaningless. Spiders inhabit big trees, and it's hard to get them, and with their current physical state, it's hard to stand up, let alone climb trees. I got a spider by accident.

So that only ants remain. Ants are common in this forest, shuttling between the surface and tree trunks, and can often be seen on tree trunks. Miasma is produced underground, but ants can be unharmed, and there is a lot of information in it.

Dozens of ants have been rubbed to death, holding in the palms of the scrivener. He handed it to the little monkey, who did not hesitate and stuffed it directly into his mouth. All eyes are on him, and success or failure is here......

The waiting process is long and painful, during which the little monkey pours several sips of water to shorten the time for the body to react. One minute, two minutes, five minutes...... After ten minutes, the little monkey did not react, still groggy.

The light of the sinkhole gradually brightened, and the sinkhole was foggy everywhere, and the canopy of the trees was full of foggy water, and from time to time water droplets dripped down and landed on the soft ground, making a slight rustling sound. Hit in the face, a cool.

Four pairs of eyes were glued to the little monkey, as if to see him through, not letting go of every expression and every breath. "Don't look at me like that, I'm not dying that easily." The little monkey said in a weak voice.

"It's not a question of whether you die or not, it's a question of whether ants can detoxify." Gong Daniu spoke very directly. The crowd regained some confidence, and the little monkey was able to speak, which was a good sign.

"Are you uncomfortable?" The scrivener asked with concern.

The little monkey shook his head and nodded again, "It's just that my stomach is uncomfortable and I want to vomit." As soon as he finished speaking, he spat out a pile of white viscous liquid. The scrivener hurriedly slapped him on the back, wow, and spit out again. The little monkey seemed to be a different person, with a heaving chest, slightly twitching limbs, red eyes, and foaming at the corners of his mouth.

The atmosphere was tense, and the effect of devouring ants began to appear, but I didn't know if it was good or bad. Everyone held their breath and watched as the little monkey languished in the arms of the scrivener. Everyone has a sense of powerlessness, and they can only watch and wait for the good or bad results.

The little monkey's complexion changed uncertainly, from initial pale to red, and then from red to pale, and he was sweating profusely, and beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead. The scrivener wiped his sweat and called his name, for fear that he would never wake up from his sleep.

After tossing and turning for a quarter of an hour, the vomiting first stopped, and his complexion stabilized, turning from pale to ruddy. "Company commander, I'm much better." The little monkey spoke again.

Next week's update plan: Due to the strong push arranged next week (the editor is still quite optimistic about this book), the update is slightly stronger than this week, as follows: 3 chapters on Monday, 2 chapters on Tuesday, 3 chapters on Wednesday, 2 chapters on Thursday, 3 chapters on Friday, 2 chapters on Saturday, released daily from 9:30 to 10:00. If the collection and click growth are fast during the strong push, add 1-3 chapters every day.

Also, thank you readers bywfw friends for the monthly pass, you give me too much motivation! What I'm trying to say is that with the current results of this book, it's a bit of a pity to vote for the monthly ticket (isn't it a waste?). It's better to vote for the monthly ticket for the book with better performance, and you will vote for the book when the performance is better in the future.