Seeing that the old prostitute and Scar suddenly accelerated in front, I didn't dare to stop, and I didn't know what was wrong with them, so I ran with my life.

I don't know how long I ran, but I almost ran out of strength, and my pace slowed down involuntarily. I looked at the flashlight spots in front of me, and it gradually slowed down, and it seemed that I didn't have any strength.

Ran over to take a look, the three of them stopped, one by one tired like dogs, Ma Daha knelt on the ground and gasped for breath, his face was bruised, and he kept ticking to the ground along the corners of his mouth. The old prostitute and Scar stood against the wall, and the other supported her knees with her hands, both of them out of breath.

I sat down in the corner and took a few breaths before taking in my surroundings. It's a dead end and there is no access to other places inside the house. After looking at the structure of this house, I realized that the reason why they stopped was not that they were tired of running, but that there was no road ahead.

"Are you all fucking crazy? Didn't you hear me shouting from behind? Sue sù you bugs didn't chase after you, what are you running? I asked silently.

"Damn, you think I'm willing to run, it's not to chase him." The old prostitute gasped and spoke, pointing at Ma Daha with her finger.

I glanced at Ma Daha, who was now exhausted, kneeling on the ground with his hands on the ground and trembling, and I was afraid that he would not be able to speak for three or five minutes.

For the next few minutes, no one spoke, and the whole house was filled with gasping sounds. It wasn't until Ma Daha got up from the ground that the old prostitute scolded him: "You doping, why are you running so far?" ”

Ma Daha wiped the sweat from his face, and before he could even breathe, he hurriedly said: "You must have never seen the death worm, otherwise you must have run faster than me." ”

Listening to Ma Daha talk about the death worm, I suddenly had an impression, I remember that in the chaos just now, I don't know who shouted such a sentence, and hurriedly asked Ma Daha: "Is it the death worm you shouted just now?" ”

"Uncle Seven, I called it."

"You know that bug is called the Worm of Death?" I asked.

Madahar nodded and told us about the power of the Death Bug. It turned out that he and the fifth senior brother had encountered it a few years ago when they were fighting in the desert, but they didn't know how powerful this insect was at the time, and it was only after someone was sprayed to death by the insect that they began to pay attention to it.

It wasn't until he returned from that dump that he found a legend about those bugs on the Internet.

There is a bizarre legend in the desert, in the vast Gobi sand dunes, there is often a huge blood-red bug infested, they are very strange shape, the whole body is red, there are dark spots on the body, the head and tail are spike-shaped, the head organs are blurred, and they will spray a highly corrosive and highly toxic liquid, and any slight touch of humans and animals will lead to immediate death. In addition, these giant insects can also shoot unknown energy liquids from their eyes, causing instant injury to people or animals several meters away, and then slowly devouring their prey. That's why people living in the desert call it the "worm of death".

Ma Dahar also said that the death worm they encountered that time was more powerful than the one we encountered this time, and they were chased by two death worms that time, and they had no time to stop at all, and they ran for a long time to get rid of the death worm.

After listening to Ma Daha's speech, I kind of understood why this guy ran so fast, it turned out that he had been chased before, so this time I have a long memory.

After listening to this, the old prostitute muttered to herself, does the insect still have eyes? I didn't see where its eyes were.

To tell the truth, not only did the old prostitute not see it, but I didn't even see that the worm of death was so close to me, and it had eyes. But it's poisonous, I've seen it with my own eyes, it's so poisonous that it kills when you touch it, it's even more poisonous than arsenic, frost, crane top red and other poisons.

When I think of the poison of the Death Bug, I think back to the scene that just happened, and I feel sad as well as dangerous.

The thought of handing me the gold headdress in his hand a second before the guy was sprayed to death made my heart feel like a knife. It's all my fault, it's all my wrong decisions that hurt him, not just him, but everyone else.

If I hadn't agreed with him to get the things in the river, none of this would have happened, and no one would have lost their lives.

And the person who was crushed by me, although he was not from the company, just a ruffian, but he was also a member of this rescue operation, and it was because of me that he died in vain.

I asked Scar, do you recognize the person under me? Scar said that he couldn't remember the exact name, but he remembered that the man's nickname was: Cake Cutter.

But Scar told me one more thing, which made me feel even more guilty, and at the same time, I also felt that these ruffians were not all money-hungry and lustful, but also some people with feelings and righteousness.

Scar said that he had heard from his brothers in the church about cutting cakes and ruffians, and he had heard about them. He said that the cake cutter and the ruffian lived in an alley neighbors, and the cake cutter was an old man, and his mother only had him in her 50s. Their family did not have a good life, and his father who cut the cake died when he was ten years old, and he has been living with his mother ever since. At that time, their family's only income was to rely on their mother to sell cut cakes in the big market, and their life in the past few years was quite good, at least they could make ends meet.

But within a few years of this kind of food and clothing, my mother got a serious illness, which was a heart disease, and she had to undergo surgery, otherwise her mother's time was short, but the cost of the operation was very expensive, and the family could not afford it.

At that time, in order to perform surgery on my mother, I went to almost all my relatives and friends, and kowtowed countless times, but I couldn't raise enough money for the operation, and it was so bad that I didn't even borrow two-tenths of the money. It's not that his relatives don't have money, it's just that the relatives know about their family's situation and are afraid that they won't be able to pay it back after cutting the cake, so they don't lend a hand.

Later, the ruffian knew about this, and the ruffian took the initiative to lend money to cut the cake and help the cake cut through this difficulty. After the operation, the mother who cut the cake passed away within two years, and the funeral money at that time was also helped by the ruffian, so the cake cut was very grateful to the ruffian, and since then he has been mixed with the ruffian and loyal to the ruffian.

Scar also said that before coming here from Chengde, the ruffians had confessed to them, no matter how bad the situation here was, they must always remember two points, first, they must protect the boss and not let the boss have an accident. Second, you must obey the boss's arrangement, no matter who you are, you can't make your own decisions, let alone sabotage the boss's big things, otherwise after you go back, he will never spare the troublemakers.

After listening to what Scar said, I was filled with emotion, and I understood why the posture of the cake cutting was like that. It turned out that he was trying to save me, and he must have seen the death worm, so he used his legs to support me and then trampled on the death worm, but he paid with his life for it.

Just when I bowed my head and felt guilty for the death of the cake cut, the old prostitute sat on the side and scolded: "Damn, can you fucking go out to pee, we are still sitting here." ”

"No, I can't hold it back."

When I looked up, I saw that it was the old prostitute scolding Ma Daha, who was making a noise in the corner at this time. I don't know what is the situation in Madahar, is it tired of running? Or have you been holding it for a long time? This uproar took more than a minute to pee.

When he finished peeing, the whole house was filled with the smell of his urine, and the three of us quickly got up from the ground, carrying our backpacks and trying to go out.

But before we could take a step, we heard a clicking sound from below, as if something was breaking.

I looked down and said badly. I hurriedly wanted to run, but I was still slow.