Chapter Twenty-Seven: Blood-Red Gravel

My heart trembled, and I glanced at Hu San uneasily, the black and purple swollen lump that was still expanding made me gasp, and my heart suddenly pinched, pointing at it and shouting in surprise and panic: "This ...... I haven't had such adverse reactions before, have I? ”

Wang Linshuo shook his head, lowered his head to look at the towering swollen bag that looked like a small mountain, put his nose up and sniffed it, frowned at me and said, "Why does it have a rotten smell?" ”

I didn't bother touching my chest, I took a big step forward, lowered my head and sniffed, a faint rancid smell burrowing into my nose. The smell reminded me of the pork discarded by the stall owners in the vegetable market in the summer, and I shivered, looked at Hu San, who was unconscious with his eyes closed, and stretched out my hand to touch it gently.

There was a hot sensation from my fingertips, and at this time Hu San began to let out a painful moan, I couldn't look at it anymore, and gritted my teeth and said, "Wang Zhen, give me a dagger." ”

Wang Linshuo held down Hu San, I picked the tip of the dagger on the flame a few times, took a deep breath and gently punctured the pus. Hu San's body shook violently, opened his eyes suddenly, and shouted weakly: "What are you doing!" ”

I ignored him, wiped off the pus and blood that had come out of the wound, and continued to squeeze with the tip of my knife. I stared at the black and smelly blood mixed with pus from the wound, only to find that the original red and white pus and blood were mixed with some green stripes of green at some point.

The nightmare-like image of Yongsheng in Yunnan instantly came to my mind, but I wasn't too surprised, just a little flustered, knowing that his illness had worsened, and maybe the next person in pain would be me.

With the discharge of the fishy and smelly pus and blood, Hu San's furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and a subtle light began to appear in his originally dull eyes. I breathed a sigh of relief, stroked my chest and asked, "How are you feeling?" ”

His lips opened with difficulty, but he didn't make a sound, just nodded. Seeing that he was tormented by pain, I grabbed the water bottle and helped him up and stuffed it into his mouth. Hu San's Adam's apple rolled five or six times in a row before stopping, he let go of the hand holding the water bottle, exhaled, his face was finally no longer so pale, and he staggered up and said to us: "Go on, I'm fine." ”

He stumbled and staggered along the way, and almost fell several times. Although I couldn't bear it, I wanted to tell him to rest several times, but when I thought of his features huddled together when he got sick, I couldn't help but feel a chill in my back, and I just wanted to rush forward without stopping, and I couldn't wait for the herb to appear in front of my eyes immediately.

Wang Linshuo, who had been walking fast in front of me, suddenly stopped, I didn't have time to stop in time, I almost bumped into him, wiped my sweat and complained: "What are you doing?" ”

His tone was a little wrong, and he pointed to the front and said, "Why is the sand turning red there?" ”

I had a bad heart, pushed him away and poked his head out, and a sea of red came into view. About two kilometers in front of us, the sand that had been hot and yellow somehow turned into a blood-red color, which made people's backs chill when they looked at it.

I instantly thought of many creepy things, blood-stained sand, countless corpses and conspiracies, and terrifying monsters...... I shuddered, poked my head out as best I could, and before I could see what was going on, I suddenly heard Zhang Siyuan laugh.

I looked at him puzzled, and he smiled, "Look at the way you look, your face is white, and you are shrinking like a little mouse." I tell you, the sand is not red with blood, it is just like that. ”

I couldn't hold back my face, and I widened my eyes and retorted, "How can there be red sand?" ”

Zhang Siyuan shook his head: "Maybe they were red by the sun." I don't know how, but my eyes tell me that their color is natural, not like they are dyed red. ”

Wang Zhen became curious, walked over quickly with me, picked up a handful of sand and smelled it curiously. It was noon, and the intense sunlight that made people couldn't open their eyes did not hesitate to project all its energy, and the large blood-red sand shone with a dazzling bright red light, quietly looking at us. Wang Zhen shrugged his nose and said strangely: "Why does this sand smell strange?" It smells like burnt rubber. ”

I shook my head, feeling that the sand had an eerie glow, as if something was going to jump out of it at once. I urged, "Whatever it tastes like, let's go." ”

Then Wang Linshuo, who came in a hurry, frowned and said, "Why is the sand so big and so rough?" It doesn't look like sand, it's gravel. ”

His words sent a faint spark through my mind, but it was fleeting. I pressed my temples and tried to remember, but my mind was blank, I couldn't help sighing, shook my head and decided to ignore them and move on, but I heard Hu San read curiously: "44400891? ”

My heart trembled, and I looked back at him in disbelief, and Hu San bent down to pick up a large grain of sand and pointed to a string of rice-sized numbers on it to show me. I snatched it up, held it in front of my eyes and squinted my eyes, and involuntarily wondered: How can there be a 44400891? Could it be that the string of numbers that Lao Wang recited backwards is just a number?

I glanced at Wang Linshuo and saw that his face was a little ugly, staring intently at the sand in my hand, muttering something in his mouth. Uncle Lu wanted to pass through the grains of sand, almost rubbing it into his eyes, and suddenly raised his eyebrows, and shouted in unison with Hu San: "I can't go any further!" ”

My heart fell from the sky at once, and I looked at their solemn faces in disbelief, and said quickly and unwillingly: "Why! ”