Wang Ling is not stunned, he turned his head and ran back, the bat is like a tiger in the dark, so big target, you can still run with wings with your legs? That is, as soon as he turned around, he felt a "whoosh" on his back and blew a little wind, which was just the end of the story, and he subconsciously picked up the torch and waved it behind him!

There was a muffled sound, and Lao Pi saw the sparks flying behind Wang Ling, and vaguely, he also saw Wang Ling's body staggering forward, and his heart was really shocked by a cold sweat. Wang Ling knew in his heart that he had indeed hit the bat just now, but the tearing pain on his back was definitely not a stick hitting him, but ......

He had a thought in his heart, dear parents, and sister, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back, and I have to explain here today. He is not afraid of death, from the moment his home is demolished, he is afraid of this silent and even somewhat wretched way of death, dying in an inexplicable place in the hands of a group of inexplicable things, he is unwilling! He still has a lot of things to do, such as the fact that he promised his parents to take good care of his sister......

After this stumbling, Wang Ling lay forward according to his inertia, almost against his back and a gust of wind passed, and the cracking sound of the clothes on his back made a piercing "squeak", like a rag that was cut in the air with scissors. The voice made Lao Pi tremble, and the poet was dumbfounded, and when the two of them reacted, Wang Ling had already fallen heavily, but he didn't know that this fall happened to save his life, and at that moment, a bat that flew down swept against his back, and its sharp teeth just cut through his clothes but quietly flew through his neck because of his homeopathic fall.

The two of them immediately rushed back, Lao Pi walked into the darkness in a panic and fired two shots in succession, I don't know if this shot suppressed those "devils", Wang Ling was not attacked again, and desperately struggled to start running inside. Wang Ling, who was being helped up, gasped, the poet's legs trembled, and through the light of the torch he saw a blood-red patch on his palm, and the nerd didn't even dare to look at his palm again.

"Blood......" he trembled, "Blood, you see, is blood!" ”

Wang Ling's somewhat pale face squeezed out a smile with difficulty: "Don't be afraid, that's my blood......"

"Yours?" Lao Pi looked down at the poet's palm and immediately understood, he immediately went around the back of Wang Ling, and on his back his clothes had become fragments, and several bright red cuts became more and more dazzling. Sure enough, he was still attacked just now, especially the first blow, which slashed over his skin like a razor, and Wang Ling would fall forward, and it was hard to imagine that if he wiped it from his neck, he would have lost his life on the spot.

Strange to say, after Wang Ling stood up and was not attacked again, he said what he thought in his heart, and deduced: "My guess is still correct, they just want to trap us here or have another purpose, otherwise the three of us would be easily torn to pieces with such an attack force." ”

Lao Pi lowered his head a little gloomily, he understood that his shots were not the most important, but as Wang Ling said, these bats seemed to have extraordinary intelligence, but they didn't know what the purpose of these bats was for the time being. Is it to wait until they are exhausted and then rush to the top of the group?

Now that going back has been proven to be unworkable, all that remains is to continue to go inside, the wound on Wang Ling's back is fortunately not fatal, and Lao Pi dismantled a bullet and poured out the primer inside and grinded it and said to Wang Ling: "Fourth brother, you can bear with it, this thing can temporarily stop the bleeding, whether you will get rabies or something can only be left to fate." ”

This bat is one of the carriers of the rabies virus, Lao Pi is not joking, he gently shook the primer with his hand, every blow can make Wang Ling grin, but he still forced a smile: "You shouldn't take the foreign fire to the top again." ”

"That's," Lao Pi said: "Who can stand this method, if you can still go, let's go, if you can't go, I'll carry you!" ”

Wang Ling knew that there was an animal in this world that could be hunted with wisdom, and that was the wolves, and now they were like a herd of sheep that had fallen into the wolf's den, just like those sheep that had been lost, driven to an unknown death. What exactly are the purpose of those bats? He thought that maybe when he knew the answer, he might be on the verge of death, but things often turned out to be going in different directions.

After walking for about twenty meters, they could vaguely hear the sound of the sea slapping, and the three of them couldn't help but start to rejoice in their hearts. It wasn't long before they heard a heavy wheezing sound, a bit like the old sow in the countryside humming.

The light of the torch is really limited, and they don't dare to move when they come here, so Lao Pi decided to take out the flashlight, this thing is not as good as now, the old-fashioned flashlight at that time can only cope with one night, and the battery here is put in by Lao Xing early in the morning, and it will definitely not last long. The old skin was stolen out of his hand, and he was reluctant to turn it on, and the flashlight swept over, good guy, there were red eyes everywhere. Overhead, on the ground, there were more bats than they could have imagined, everywhere, and the nearest open mouth could hang down from it and fall onto their heads.

Looks like this is the final destination! However, Wang Ling noticed that there was a strange bat among them, its size was about twice that of the other bats, and the skin on its body was white, which formed a strong contrast with the black bat, and this bat was lying on the ground, not hanging upside down, and there were many other bats around it, as if it was the center of these bats.

He whispered to Lao Pi: "I can see the doorway here, and I guess eighty percent of us have been driven in by these bats to honor their heads." He pointed ahead and said, "Look at that white-haired bat, it looks like a special element, standing out from the crowd and being trapped in it, and if the bat is a social animal, it must have a leader, and I see that there is a lot of wool scattered around it......"

"It's over, it's over!" The poet squatted on the ground and cried: "Mom, father, the child is not filial, I'm afraid I won't have the opportunity to serve you again, we are going to be poisoned by enemy agents, but I haven't been to Tiananmen Square to see Chairman Mao......"

"What a mess," Lao Pi touched his pocket and said: "There are four more bullets, I am sure to blow its head off with one shot, otherwise, the remaining three rounds of our brothers and sisters will have one glorious bullet per person, and it will not be a meal for this group of monsters!" ”

"Wait!" Wang Ling had been observing, and he noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with the white bat in the middle, and the bulging bones on one of the wings were very obvious, as if a human arm had been folded at a right angle, and he said, "That bat may be injured!" ”

"Yes, the good fellow is injured and can't move, so he drove us in and fed them to the boss," the poet cried: "Damn, what kind of life have we suffered, and we have been used as a tonic to honor ourselves, and the thief will capture the king first, and you will go out and do it, so lazy, we will die heroes!" ”

"Don't," Wang Ling pressed the gun raised by Lao Pi, he stared at the white-haired bat and said: "If we have a conflict, we will definitely finish the game immediately, I heard the older generation of people say that the beast will become fine to the extent that it is a little bigger, and it understands human nature, it is better to hold the soldier and wait first." I once read an ancient scroll at home, and it was written by a Taoist priest Ge Xianshi of the Eastern Jin Dynasty in "Hug Puzi", which once said: "A thousand-year-old bat is as white as snow." The set is upside down, and the brain is heavy. This thing is dry and end-of-the-job, and it makes people live long. ””

"What do you mean?" Lao Pi didn't understand those ancient sayings, but the poet understood it at once, and translated it: "The undead said that this white-haired bat is a kind of immortal thing recorded in ancient books, and it is said that it can grow like this for a thousand years, and if it is dried and ground into powder and eaten, people can prolong their lives, up to 10,000 years!" ”

"Good guys!" Lao Pi heard the joy and said: "We are going to make a fortune by mistake, but it doesn't mean that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, we will not be allowed to become fine, we will be criticized when this remark spreads, I think if it is caught and let Lao Xing take it to the mainland supply and marketing cooperative, then change hands, at least it can be exchanged for dozens of catties of pork, haha!" ”

is this heartless and lungless, at this time he still wants to get rich, and the poet forgot to be afraid when he heard that he was going to get rich, but cleared his throat and began to chant poetry and said: "A thousand years of rats have turned into white bats, and the black hole is hidden in the snare." Far away from harming the whole body, what about the darkness? ”

"Good poetry, good poetry," Lao Pi praised, "that is, how can you bite me?" ”

I don't know if this provocation really angered those things, but after a while, the white-haired bat let out a low roar, and the black giant bats that had been surrounding it began to stir, and the little evil eyes stared at the three of them, and the moving body made a piercing grinding sound against the ground. Lao Pi pushed Wang Ling towards the poet and said: "Lao Li, take care of the fourth brother, fuck, even if it is a dead man, you have to get rid of a few white hairs from it!" ”