Looking back, I still didn't see anything under the light, but when I shone the light on the ground, I noticed a string of red footprints.

The footprints were not mine, nor eastern, but bat's, and were on the ground and walls, but they were all intermittent.

Seeing this, I immediately looked back and saw that there were no such footprints in front of me, as if the invisible bat had been following us all along.

Following the traces of these footprints, I went from the stone wall to the ground, and finally found Liu Ran's body.

She was still the same old look, and I reached out to wipe the bat's blood away, and looked at the footprints on the ground.

My eyes wandered over the footprints and bloodstains, and I frowned at last, and then cautiously, breaking her fingers without alarming her, snatched the dagger away.

I was in too much of a hurry to take a closer look, and now with the dagger in hand, I have time to take a closer look.

This dagger was longer than the others, and it was not even considered a dagger, because at first glance it seemed to be almost a foot, but what was not proportional to this length was the hilt.

The blade is long and the handle is short, and when you hold it in your hand, you always feel cold, as if you are holding a blade, and you can barely hold it with three fingers, and if the power is not well controlled, it is easy to lose balance.

The blade reflected a white edge under the flashlight, and on the edge of the blade, two small seals were faintly visible, which should be the name of the dagger.

But because those two words were so small, and the flashlight wasn't too bright, I couldn't read them clearly.

I have just seen Dongfang hold a knife, holding the handle with only the index finger, middle finger and ring finger, and the little finger pressing the side of the knuckle against the handle of the handle.

When swinging the knife, the four fingers are forced, and the thumb is pressed against the tip of the blade to assist in the swing of the knife.

Holding the knife in this way is enough to give full play to the power of the hand, so that one of the strokes kills the enemy, but only when attacking, if usual, it is really a little unaccustomed to holding it like this, so in the problem of defense, this knife is very lacking.

I don't usually come into contact with these things, so naturally I feel a little awkward, but I can't help it, there are dangers here, and I'm afraid that something will go wrong if I'm not careful.

Thinking so, I let myself be strengthened, and after exhaling deeply, I picked up Liu Ran and continued to walk forward, paying attention to my back from time to time, but I didn't dare to spend all my thoughts on paying attention to my back.

Although it is said that it is a boat of ten thousand years with care, if the feeling of being on your back becomes a habit and another intuition, you will instinctively offset this tension in yourself.

Under the flashlight, the bones of bats on the road ahead became less and less, and the strange clicking sound disappeared with it.

Steep slopes began to appear on the ground, and there were some stones, scattered on the ground, and I carefully avoided them, keeping an eye out for signs from the east.

Time passed imperceptibly, and when I stopped again, a figure vaguely appeared under the light pillar of the flashlight.

When I saw this figure, I paused in my footsteps and tentatively called Dongfang, but I couldn't hear any response.

Slowly approaching the figure, I could be sure that it was Dongfang through the black camouflage uniform on his body.

Leaning against the stone wall on the right, I tried to keep my footsteps as low as I could, and after moving to his side a little, I slammed the flashlight into his face.

In the light, I saw that Dongfang's pale face was painted with a blood-red face, as if someone had drawn it on his face with a knife.

The blood stains followed the knife marks and the outline of his face, outlining an extremely strange face, the color of the blood, as if it was some kind of ghost, a ritual when he put on his body.

The moment I saw him like this, I was frightened and took a few steps back, and finally settled down.

The flashlight flickered around quickly, and I realized that the place where Dongfang was now was the end of this stone cave, and there was no way out in front of him.

Along the stone wall, and then look up, there is a pitted stone wall, and you can see dozens of gaps of different sizes, those gaps seem to have been bored by something, and they seem to have been washed by the current, and they do not seem to have any regularity.

When I dodged to the east, I looked at the holes a few more times, and found them to be strangely looking, in the shape of such long pointers, like strange eyes.

The appearance of this thought reminded me subconsciously of the things I found in the hive.

Immediately shaking my head again, I shook off the strange thought, and then turned my attention back to Dongfang.

The flashlight shone down from the top of his head, and I put Liu Ran down first, and then carefully reached out to probe his snort.

But in the face of that blood-red face, I felt a chill on my body, as if there were thousands of water bugs crawling on me.

Finally, I touched Dongfang's face, his breathing was slow, but I could be sure he was still alive.

But when I was about to withdraw my hand, I found a pattern the size of a mung bean on his neck, which looked exactly like the worm we saw in the hive.

Looking at this, I knew that what we encountered now must have something to do with those bugs, but I had no idea how to deal with them.

Rummaging through the backpack, we had also brought some antidote serum with us, but now we have found it, but we haven't found anything.

Liu Ran and I had most of the equipment and food in our backpacks, and after searching our backpacks, I was about to go to Dongfang's backpack to have a look, but as soon as I walked behind him, I suddenly heard a snap - the sound of bats flapping their wings again.

Hearing the sound, I immediately stopped what I was doing, and my eyes subconsciously moved backwards, chasing the sound, and turned to the front in the dark.

Because the sound is not as good as the physical one, I can only find it by feeling, so I don't have a specific direction.

The voice I heard in my ears lingered beside me for a while, and just as I was holding the dagger, I suddenly noticed that Dongfang had slowly turned around at this time.

The flashlight shone from obliquely below, and the blood-red strange face showed a strange appearance, and the faintly visible lines outlined the expression of his face.

From those closed eyes, a resentful gaze looked silently, like a deep well that was constantly seeping black water.

It was all a feeling, a feeling that was different from ordinary people, as if something was coming to life in him.

The red lines, slightly distorted, the face was changing its expression, as if it was looking at me, trying to find something out of me.

But the expression was stiff and distorted, and there was a strange smell of it, and I still had to remain calm in the face of all this.

Looking at this strange face, it was moving stiffly, getting closer to my face, and the strange smell was getting closer and closer.

I held myself back, nervously watching the other man's movements, and lifted the dagger in my hand, and when he reached for my neck, I slashed into his arm.

The blood flowed out and fell to the ground along his arm, echoing the snapping sound.

Listening to this strange voice, I wanted to use the pain to wake up Dongfang, who was bewitched by the hallucination, but looking at the gurgling blood, there was still no sign of Dongfang's improvement, and it seemed that he had no sense of the wound on his hand.

I couldn't say it in my heart, and when I saw that it didn't work, I quickly took a few steps back, flipped the dagger in my hand, and stabbed him in the hand with the help of force.

At this time, he also forced him again, and after I saw the opportunity, I quickly attacked, thinking that the pain of the fingers was enough to make him sober up, but who knew that it backfired.

It's not very spacious here, we have already occupied most of the place between entering and retreating, and if I retreat again, we will run into Liu Ran.

Looking back at Liu Ran, her current situation is not optimistic, if she is implicated again, I am afraid it will be even more auspicious.

Thinking like this, the strange face chased after me again, and the bloody arm reached out and grabbed me straight at me.

In desperation, I waved my hand and smashed it with a flashlight, and after blocking it for a while, I flew up again and kicked at the other person's body.

Because the situation is urgent, I don't have time to think about it, so this kick is not light or heavy, and I don't know if there will be any problems in the East.

While watching him carefully, I thought about how to deal with it, and the noisy voice echoed in my ears, and I suddenly remembered my own hallucinations before.

Subconsciously touched the wound on his neck, and looked at the blood-colored face on Dongfang's face again.

After my two temptations, Dongfang should be much more seriously involved in hallucinations than I am now, but why are they both obsessed, but I am very sober.

It's because when I was in the tomb, the toxins released by that strange bug were purified in my blood, by my own blood.

Although I think about it this way, I feel like I am comforting myself that my life is big, and there are other unknowable factors, but now in this situation, there is no time for me to hesitate more, even a little hope, it is worth trying, what if it can be done?

Since you can't find a way to wake him up from him, it is better to find out from me what is different from them.

Before, Liu Ran had been curious about why I was bitten by a poisonous insect and was still unharmed, maybe this was an opportunity to let the facts explain my speculation - my blood may have produced immunity from the last toxin, which can effectively control the appearance of hallucinations.

With this in mind, I took a few steps back and slashed at my hand, and when the bloody face came again, I pasted the blood mark on my hand.