Rustling"

I heard that terrible and strange footstep again, not far from me.

Without hesitation, I ran towards the eerie noise.

The creass who made a strange rustling sound, as if he could see me, quickly fled into the distance.

In the dark, I couldn't tell the direction, but I just clung to the sound of this thing and chased it down desperately.

I chased fast, the other party fled faster, and the rustling sound went from loud at the beginning to slow down to inaudible.

I couldn't help but slow down, I couldn't figure out what this thing meant.

How can I be an obsession and still be chased by me, a human being, like a third grandson? Aren't you afraid to embarrass your obsession?

"Rustle"

I was wondering when suddenly a strange voice sounded.

Without any hesitation, the pace that had been slowed down became fast again.

It's just that I'm so happy chasing that I forgot that obsession has brains, and it's not stupid that I don't understand anything.

On the contrary, they are very smart, and even have some obsessive IQ, which has long surpassed that of humans.

By the time I felt my feet slippery, it was too late.

In the dark, I don't know when, run back to the stinky gutter.

The muddy black mud seemed to be a pair of hands, grabbing my feet.

By the time I found out, it was too late.

Because of the inertia of rushing forward, I slipped under my feet and got my head into the stinky ditch.

The foul-smelling water poured into my mouth in an instant, and although I tried my best to vomit out, I still swallowed a lot of stinky water.

I tried desperately to pull my head out of the stinking water, and the intense stench almost smoked me to death.

Standing waist-high in the stinking water, I was going crazy to crawl out.

The main thing is that the smell is so strong that it almost smokes me to death, and I can't bear it.

But the mud around the stinky ditch had already eroded, and as soon as I reached forward, my feet slipped and fell back into the stinky water.

But there is no grass around the smelly ditch, and I don't even have a place to catch it.

"Phew...... Fuck you. ”

I've never been so embarrassed, and this is definitely the first time I've been so embarrassed.

Not to mention the stinky water all over the body, just a mouth full of stinky water can choke people to death.

I scolded and climbed up, and finally climbed up a little more, but I didn't want to slip under my feet again and fall back into the stinky water.

The rage rushed up, and I went crazy, frantically venting my anger in the water, crackling and slapping.

The water is in a flowing state, and under my patting, it raises foul-smelling splashes.

Because of the scolding, I was accidentally splashed into my mouth by this foul-smelling water.

Now, I became a lot more honest and didn't dare to move anymore.

Relying on your own strength, slowly lie down in the mud and climb up little by little.

To be honest, I now know that this thin mud can be so slippery, almost like ice.

After my efforts, I was finally about to climb out, and I was still silently cheering myself up, and there was only a little left, and there was only a little left.

I almost cried when my hands gripped the hard ground, and I had never felt so disgustingly bad.

My eyes widened suddenly, I felt as if I was being grabbed by something, and I yelled, "Nima......"

"Puff"

Before I could finish my sentence, I was dragged into the foul-smelling ditch again.

I don't know how many arms there are in the stinky water, grabs me and pulls me in, as if they want to drown me.

The last two pencils, I don't know where they fell when I fell them.

It wasn't until I was pressed into the stinking water that I finally pulled two pencils out of my bookmark and stabbed them wildly in the water.

It took me a long time to get out of my arm, and I had already drunk at least two sips of stinky water in between.

I crawled out of the stinking ditch with a whole body of stinking water.

Full of anger and wanting to vent on the stinky ditch, but I don't know who to scold to, look at the layer of stinky fish and rotten shrimp on my body, or hurry back to change my clothes.

Fortunately, nothing weird happened in the back, and when the clown came back, he also had a head of dead fish and dead shrimp, which made me laugh or cry.

There was no one here, let alone a place to shower, so I had to use the water in my bookmark and rinse it at will.

Although the stinky water on his body was washed away, the choking smell was still there.

"I said, you won't move the place?"

Throwing off the clown with a head full of dead fish and shrimp, he stood outside the tent with an angry face.

I know where his anger comes from, but because he was pressed into a stinking ditch to drink, and his anger turned to me because he had nowhere to vent his anger.

"It's all fighting, why should I move places? Don't move. "I turned my head, too lazy to talk to the clown.

Not to mention that he has nowhere to vent his anger, I am still full of anger.

The next time this product comes out again, I'm going to reward him with a few more pencils, and if he can't stab him, he'll have to stab him half to death.

The clown looked at me for a long time, and it is estimated that if it weren't for his obsession and being trapped in the shelter, he would have hacked me to death.

I pierced a few holes in my clothes, pinned a pencil to each hole, and the next time anyone dared to press me into the stinky water, Lao Tzu would give him a death hug.

Who knows, until dawn and the fog cleared, without waiting for the second wave of attacks.

I silently threw the pencil in my hand beside me, it had been a long time, and it seemed that those things would not attack.

Tossed by these things for most of the night, I was so sleepy that I could barely open my eyes, watching the sun rise, I couldn't hold on, so I just lay down and went to sleep.

For the next few days, I was going back and forth with the smelly gutters.

Occasionally, I was dragged into the stinking ditch again, but this time I was prepared and gave them a death hug early.

Of course, it's not always me who is unlucky, and occasionally I will catch one or two of them and stab them with a pencil.

What makes me strange is that whether I'm at a loss, or this group of things, I've never seen what they look like.

So much so that later, I didn't emphasize to them who suffered, just to be able to see what they looked like.

But these creatures are very good at hiding, and under their deliberate evasion, I didn't get much out of it for a few days.

"I said, Boss, can you change your clothes?"

The clown looked at me with disgust, at least a dozen meters away from me.

Since two days ago, all the clothes I brought with me have been in stinky water, I don't know how long I will be here, and I don't do laundry to save some water.

Of course, if you don't wash your clothes, you won't have clean clothes to change, and the clothes on your body are still the ones you wore two days ago.

I've soaked in the stinky water twice, and I'm soaked in the stench.

After a few days, I even wondered if I was too smoky by the stench.

"What kind of clothes do you change, it's different and it smells like this at night?" I lay under the sun and felt the heat of the scorching sun.

The clown pouted and looked helpless at me, he persuaded me several times in the past few days, and finally I refused.