After Dandan's mouth squeezed out these words hard, a layer of sweat instantly oozed from his forehead, sideburns, and neck, and a trace of saliva overflowed slightly from the corners of his mouth, and there was also fluid in his eyes, but fortunately it was not blood, just tears.

Stroke? That was my first reaction, but I didn't see this man with crooked eyes, but it was very similar to fainting from something.

This is really "nothing shocking and endless", damn, does this evil thing have to be rushed together?

I hesitated at the entrance of the cave for a while, to be honest, a little hesitant, in the past ten minutes, I have been sitting at the entrance of the cave and competing with myself, how can I see anything in it? As for what kind of curses Dan Dan said and the like, this is simply a fantasy for an atheist, since Lao Tzu drifted to this island, there are only two gods in his heart, one is the wooden statue "Lao Tan", and the other is the God who can pinch me to death at any time and then recreate me, as for the others, hehe, cow ghosts and snake gods!

The grass stalk in my mouth was slammed to the ground by me, and I didn't forget to twist the grass stalk on the ground with my toes a few times. Pick up the gun, pull out the dagger, pick up the balls, and put them on the gentle slope far away from those evil spirit crows, don't let me enter the cave with my front feet, and the back foot will be tragically poisoned by those evil spirit crows, this is not a joke.

The dawn light has gradually cast into the cave, the light is very gentle, and it always makes people feel the presence of the word "hope", everything is still in place, and there is no strange change, as if the balls have never entered.

The tiger girl was still lying close to the stone wall, the black-haired fish balls were nestled in the grass with a foul smell, and the native girl did not seem to wake up, I saw that her eyelids were very peacefully closed, and the nerves around her eyes did not contract, which was a sign of coma, otherwise, with the pain she was suffering now, it would be impossible for her eyelids to be without shrinking folds.

Cautiously walked two steps to the side of the stone bed, and took two more steps, but nothing happened, which made my original trembling mentality reversed a lot, these natives are this virtue, see something they don't understand, they will think that this is a "god" or a "devil", if Lao Tzu does something they haven't seen on a whim one day, make sure that this group of grandsons can nail me to the board for the ancestral spirit hall to be admired by the world, of course, they have to have the ancestral spirit hall first, and there must be a "nail", oh yes, I have to agree with Lao Tzu!

It's really strange to say, although everything in the cave is intact as it was to the naked eye, but if Dandan didn't say anything "cursed", it's fine, and guess what? Instead, I felt as if something was always staring at me in this hole, the feeling of being peeped.

Do you still remember the strange feeling of being followed, peeped, and stared at when you first saw the black-haired child Yumaru in the woods next to the Death Swamp at the foot of the mountain? That's right, right now, that's the feeling, I'm sure, not bad at all.

Leaning down and squatting beside the smelly fish balls, it's all my fault, after last night's tossing, I didn't have time to change clothes and hay for this unconscious child, I stroked her forehead a few times, everything was as usual, in fact, this child looks very cute, but the black short hair on her forehead makes her a little different.

Just as I got up and wanted to walk to the stone bed to see Huya's injury, for a moment, yes, that is, for a moment, I suddenly noticed that something seemed to be moving on the rock wall of the cave, and the movement was so subtle, so faint that I would not have been able to detect it if I had not used my peripheral vision.

I vigilantly picked up the bird's gun, which had long been out of bullets, and thought to myself that this thing was just a stick without bullets, and at best it was only for my own courage, so I might as well lean it against the fireplace, and then lay the dagger across my chest.

This series of movements did not take my eyes off the entire stone wall by half an inch.

I really can't appreciate the "art" of this child, it is simply a Van Gogh-style decoration of my nest, with oblique and steep lines and scattered patterns, but only the big eye in the center of the stone wall is the most conspicuous.

Wait, I seem to have noticed something wrong, yes, it's this eye, damn it, it's evil, no matter where I move to this cave, the eyeball in the center of that eye seems to be aimed at me, moving with me.