"Bang"

"Hiss......"

I don't think I'm as skilled as Ah Gong, although I successfully let go of the rope and fell to the other side, but this so-called "fall" is not called falling, it is called falling. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The fart squat fell mercilessly on the hard ground, which made my face full of pain and wail a few times, but I could only get up on my own, and if I had fallen one step earlier, I would have fallen into the swamp.

Patting my chest a little in fear, I exhaled, looking at the bandit smiling on the other side, a little helpless, although this guy is for my safety, but it also makes Tee very energetic.

"It's you, don't laugh" I raised my hand to my mouth and shouted to him, "Come over quickly~"

"Okay" The bandit chuckled in response, braced his arms, moved his muscles and bones, and immediately did not tie his hands, but grabbed the rope barely, and tried to swing a few times.

I caught his eyes sparkling, but they quickly disappeared.

He still decided to do something about it, wrapped his hand twice, and then exhaled, and said loudly: "I'll do it too"

I saw the rope hang his strong body, and for some reason, it was much slower than the speed at which we came, as if he was about to fall.

His face was relaxed, as if he would soon reach the other side.

But when he swung all the way to the middle of the swamp, something happened to him!

I don't know if the rope couldn't hold the weight, it broke suddenly, and the bandit's body stopped in the air, and before he could react, he fell straight into the swamp.

"Grass" I was stunned for a moment, and instantly called out, "It's over, it's over"

As soon as the words fell, the bandit's feet were mercilessly flooded by the swamp, and when he saw this, he immediately stopped his movements, lest he fall seriously, and at the same time shouted to us for help: "It's really weak, hurry up and save me"

The body of Ah Gong, who was sitting beside him, stood up suddenly, and he walked quickly to the edge of the swamp, looking at the bubbling bubbles, and his face turned bad.

When I saw him like this, my heart jumped again, basically seeing his expression appear, something must happen.

And the following scene is really enough to make my heart beat.

I saw that countless small insects began to climb on the bandit's arm, and the body of this insect was slightly flattened, and at first glance it looked like a cylindrical shape, one after another, drilling into the flesh of his arm, causing the bandit to continue to wail.

His face was originally quite ruddy, but after being drilled into his body by the little worm, he slowly lost his blood color.

When I saw this, I instantly knew that the worm was sucking his blood, and if it continued like this, it would definitely cause him to lose too much blood and die, so I hurriedly ran to Ah Gong's side and urged him: "Save him, save him"

"Don't make noise" Grandpa said to me, and I obediently closed my mouth.

He was very calm, opened his mouth and asked the bandit to endure for a while, and ran to the trunk of the tree on the side, and suddenly picked up a blade and slashed at the branch that was not too long, but he cut it off.

I almost grew my mouth and widened my eyes at the same time, this special mother is a tree, it's not a soft thing, this can be cut by hand?

Ignoring my expression, he reached the bandit's branch in front of him, motioning for him to grab it with his hand.

The bandit endured the heart-piercing pain on his body, grabbed the branch, and Ah Gong instantly used his strength to pull out part of him.

What surprised me even more was that the lower half of the bandit's body was surrounded by those insects, and there was a lot of swamp stained and his pants red.

"Pull" Ah Gong turned his head to me and shouted, and at the same time he stretched out one hand and came to me, I understood, and immediately grabbed him with both hands and pulled him back.

The bandit grabbed the branch to the death, and after some struggle, his body was finally pulled out, and Ah Gong roared angrily and threw him to the shore, and at the same time he lost his strength and fell to the ground panting for air.

I helped him to the ground safely, and then ran to the bandit and looked at him and wailed, but I could only watch dryly, and could not help anything.

"Get out of the way" Ah Gong moved behind me at some point, he pushed me away, and at the same time his hands were on fire again as if they were in the village, and he ripped off his clothes and lit them and wrapped them around the branch.

When he was done, he handed me the torch and said, "Burn, burn out"

I thought, and hurriedly and carefully moved the fire along the bandit's leg from the bottom to the top, and at the same time separated a little distance so as not to burn him, surprisingly, where the flame passed, his leg actually began to slowly drill out of the cylindrical crimson blood worm, crawling into the swamp with a lot of blood.

The bandit gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and smiled at me: "You kid, you can take revenge"

"Don't be poor" I slapped him on the wound, he broke out in a cold sweat, but he didn't complain about me, and let me hold a torch to help him "deworm".

The burning clothes were all gone, and the insects on the surface of the bandit's body were finally driven out, and I looked at the small holes on his body, and I couldn't bear it, and I almost vomited.

But I was relieved that he had been saved.

And he wanted to fall asleep with heavy eyelids, but he was immediately woken up by Ah Gong's pinched wound, and said: "Wake up, don't get dizzy"

This is a symptom of ischemia, and I can't think of any way to help him, if he faints, we may have to stay, and Ah Gong is probably worried about this.

He took out a glass bottle of black liquid from his bag and handed it to me, I would have realized that it was something he had poured on the bandit who had been injured by the water ghost last time, and it was extremely effective.

I opened my mouth and sprinkled little by little on his wound, and his face twisted as he kept screaming.

The black liquid smelled of Chinese medicine, almost filling my mind with that smell, and when it dripped onto the bandit's wounds, it slowly stopped bleeding and scabbed over in a very short time.

It wasn't until dozens of minutes later that the lower half of the bandit's body and arms were all repaired by the black liquid and scabbed.

He exhaled a sigh of relief, and his face gradually eased, but it was still pale.

The blood could heal his wounds, but it couldn't replace the blood that had been sucked out.

"Are you better?" I asked him.

He nodded as expected, and did not pour out his pain more, but endured it alone.

I don't know how many similar injuries he had to go through to be like this, something that seemed so ordinary that even I was afraid that it seemed worthless to him, nothing at all.

If I could, I would like to be like him, because it would avoid a lot of unnecessary suffering, both physiological, but not limited to physiological.

Let's ask, if he is not mentally strong enough, how can he endure it with his body alone?