I don't know what the skin mantis is going to do, it seems to be burrowing out, the hole is getting wider and wider, and the blood is pouring out of it, staining my thighs red.

At this time I saw that only the bustard was awake, crouching in the corner and smoking the cigar he had "seized" from the Bergamot people. The old bustard also saw me, saw that I opened my eyes and thought I was awake, just wanted to open my mouth to say hello, I found that my face was full of pain and blood on my legs, and immediately knew that something was wrong, and immediately panicked, ran forward, and hurriedly: "Xu Xuan, what's wrong with you?" Why is there blood all over the legs, what's wrong? ”

But at this time, I was so painful that I couldn't speak, I just lay on the ground with my thighs covered, screaming. I only felt the flesh of my thighs twitching violently, and an unbearable pain flooded unscrupulously in every nerve fiber, like countless sharp nails constantly piercing into the flesh, and the pain was getting more and more intense.

Tang Haitang and Uncle Bai were then woken up by this movement. Tang Haitang opened his eyes and saw me I fell to the ground, covering my bloody thighs, knowing that something was wrong, he hurriedly stepped forward to check and asked, "What's wrong?" Why are you like this? ”

I clenched my fists, tried to overcome the pain, gritted my teeth and replied with difficulty: "Legs, bugs in legs, here, drill out." ”

Everyone hurriedly moved their eyes to my thigh, and it was obvious that there was a hole in the middle of the pimple at the root of the thigh that was constantly oozing blood, and the hole had been enlarged to the thickness of a thumb at this time. I saw that it showed the two rows of sharp little teeth, densely arranged and neatly arranged, twisting up and down, as if once the fingers were put in, they would be chewed into a pile of meat puree.

"What is this seven-star ladybug going to do?" The bustard didn't know what was going on at the moment, but he knew that I was in pain and my thighs were constantly bleeding, so I was naturally very anxious, looking at me, and then at the half-exposed skin mantis, not knowing what to do.

The old bustard was anxious for a while, and asked Tang Haitang and the others: "Why don't I use a dagger to remove this bug?" ”

Tang Haitang stopped: "By all means, I don't know if this skin mantis is still pulling nerves on its legs, and I can't act rashly now." ”

"Then what should we do, we don't know what Xu Xuan's situation is, we can't just watch him scream in pain!" The old bustard looked at me who was almost fainting from the pain, and was very helpless.

Tang Haitang didn't speak, obviously she didn't have any ideas now. But then the next second, her eyes flashed, as if she noticed something, she squatted down and looked directly at the cut-skin mantis on my leg, and then suddenly said, "No! ”

The old bustard continued: "What's wrong! ”

"The color of the blood is wrong!" Tang Haitang raised his head sharply and looked at the old bustard, "The color of the blood is a little greenish. ”

When the bustard heard this, he noticed that the blood that kept coming out of my wound was not a normal bright red, but a dull glowing green, more like two kinds of blood mixed together, one was my blood, and the other, no doubt, was the blood of the skin mantis itself!

The old bustard was confused: "Why is this seven-star ladybug also bleeding?" ”

Tang Haitang stared at the pimple on my thigh again, and said, "The appearance of the insect doesn't look as domineering as we saw before. With that, he stretched out his left hand, raised his wrist, and pointed out the demon-avoiding rope he was wearing on it, aiming at the skin-cutting mantis that was still moving outward.

The rope began to shake slightly—a reaction to the demonic aura on the mantis. But after four or five seconds, the only faint shaking gradually became smaller and smaller, and in the end it was almost difficult to feel.

"The movement of the rope is decreasing, indicating that the demonic energy of this skin mantis is weakening." Tang Haitang said in a low voice, frowning, "This skin mantis looks like it has been suppressed by something, and it seems that it wants to escape." ”

"Escape?" The old bustard was stunned.

At this point, the sensation on my leg became more and more intense, as if the iron cone had pierced the bottom of the flesh, and then it seemed to puncture the skin and come out from the other end. My hand clenched the bustard's arm tightly, my face was flushed, and my facial features seemed to be twisted together in pain. I gritted my teeth and couldn't get a word out.

Look at the skin mantis, it is constantly moving its feet and crawling out, the movement is very large, some disordered, like a dehydrated fish tossing and fluttering to keep returning to the water, and it can be more and more obvious that its exposed back shell is constantly oozing green blood, as Tang Haitang said, this skin mantis seems to be suppressed by something, want to escape, its current movement, like a struggle.

The skin mantis is like a roundworm pulled out of the intestines, crawling out of the hole on the pimple, as the hole is constantly squeezed and expanded, the complete body of the skin mantis is slowly exposed, and finally, the skin mantis finally crawled out of the pimple and fell to the ground with a bang.

The bustard thought that the insect would immediately attack them, but in fact, on the contrary, they saw that as soon as the skin mantis's foot touched the ground, it dragged the green blood trail towards the outside of the soil hole.

At this point, the skin mantis looked a little weak, and we could see that it was constantly flapping its wings, but even those weak forces did not make it float in the air, only slightly off the ground and then fell to the ground again.

Tang Haitang cut the grass and eradicated the roots, quickly threw out a dart, and slammed it deep into the back of the skin cutting mantis, killing him.

"Are you alright?" After the skin mantis was disposed of, Tang Haitang turned his head to look at me, concerned about my injury.

But it's also strange to say, the moment the cut-skin mantis left my body, the sharp pain disappeared inexplicably, and now I don't feel the slightest pain in the wound on my leg rupture, and I don't have the feeling of almost tearing before.

I shook my head and said it was much better.

Then I tried to move my feet, or move freely, it seems that there is no problem with my feet, the boulder that has been hanging in my heart before finally fell, although I don't know how this cut skin mantis came out, but my legs are saved, and I don't have to worry about ending up like Wu Fugui.

The old bustard looked at the corpse of the tailoring mantis, frowned and underestimated: "What's wrong with this seven-star ladybug?" It's like something forced out. Xu Xuan, did the medicine work? ”

"It shouldn't be because of the medicine, I started to feel pain before I could apply it."

"So what's going to happen?" The old bustard pondered. Indeed, if we knew what was the cause of the Cut-Skin Mantis to force it out, we might be able to find a way to deal with it.

"Could it be light?" Tang Haitang looked at the burning fire and guessed, "The villagers of the cutting village lit candles all night, could it be that they used light to drive away the cutting mantis?" ”

"It shouldn't be the light." The bustard shook his head, took the cigar that had been half lit into the fire, lit it, and took a sip - he was also a good smoker. The old bustard spat out a puff of smoke and continued: "Xu and I lit torches on the train before, but those seven-star ladybugs did not show a photophobia except for a little fear of heat, and they should not be resistant to light. ”

"What could it be?" Tang Haitang said secretly.

But no one dwelled too much on this issue. The bustard helped me to clean the wound briefly afterwards, bandaged it with rags, and I was able to get up at this time, and it was relatively safe to walk a few steps, and the scab of the cracked wound was almost the same.

I've been wondering what happened before, is it the black powder "medicine" that works? Then why did Wu Fugui use it for so long and still have no real effect? Or is there something else to the real medicine?

I rubbed my brain, the smell of cigars filled the air, I scolded the bustard and told him to go out, and everyone was about to rest for a while, so I was ready to pack up my things and continue to explore the enchanted grave of this ghostly woman.