As soon as the three fat men saw it, they immediately broke free of the lumpy silk thread wrapped around their arms, raised their guns and fired a few shots at the black spider, but all the time we encountered something inexplicable, the bullet did not bring decisive damage to it, but only hurt the surface. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But even so, it still shows us the solution to it. After the bullet hit the black spider's body, it suddenly accelerated the speed of spinning, and the white silk threads flew towards us one after another.

At first glance, there is no difference from before, and we are still in the same passive position. But in fact, the black spider only accelerated when it felt the pain caused by the bullet, and we didn't care about wasting the waves at this time, and we had to pass through this dense forest before more spiders came out.

But the facts proved that He Beichen was not only the most unlucky, but also had his mouth open.

What are you afraid of, dozens of black spiders of similar size appeared in the clearing of the forest in an instant, I really wonder if they are hiding in the leaves that fall on the ground, otherwise why did it appear so suddenly, we are always an afterthought.

One black spider is easy to deal with, at most it takes a few bullets, but these dozen black spiders are not such a simple problem. Even though I had already used the flying technique, I was still wrapped in silk threads in the lower half of my body, and now I couldn't move at all, but those silk threads didn't give up attacking me because of my unfavorable state, but the attack became more violent, and I used all my strength to spare, and after a while, only my head was exposed.

I wanted to call the three fat men to help me, but they didn't have time to care about anything other than themselves.

In an instant, a dull, suffocating feeling came over me.

I lay on the soft leaves, and I didn't dare to roll around, because I knew that there was a terrible black spider attached to the other end of the silk thread that wrapped around me, and it could feel the slightest movement, and if it was not careful, it would be dead.

I had no choice but to lie stiffly in place, looking at Wu Ming and the three fat men not far away.

That's the way it is, now I don't dare to make any big judgments, and when I encounter danger, I'm always waiting for someone else's salvation.

It's the last thing I want to happen, but I'm still happy about it.

In the end, the black spider didn't work as I wanted, and it walked around me twice before wrapping me in the silk thread completely, and I struggled hard, but just as I thought, the silk thread suddenly tightened.

I immediately stopped, and the thread stopped, but it didn't relax.

The first feeling is that I can't breathe, and the lumpy silk thread is impervious to a little wind. Out of self-preservation, I quickly adjusted my breathing, reduced the number of breaths as much as possible, forced myself to calm down, and kept thinking about ways to get out.

At that time, I somewhat regretted why I had to give up resistance in the first place, if it wasn't my feet that had been the first to be wrapped around my feet, and I would not have been subdued so easily.

The feeling of suffocation replaced the crankiness in my mind, and I began to feel fear, fear of death.

Dure, suffocating.

Suffocating, dull.

Can't breathe.

I'm dying.

I kept my eyes open and didn't want to close them, and the feeling of suffocation hit me in waves. I've been afraid of water since I was a child, and I don't have the ability to hold my breath at all.

It is often said that if you are afraid of something, you should keep trying it, and gradually you will not be afraid. The best thing to do is to leave you alone in a small boat that breaks the waves for a few days, and eventually you will find that not only will you no longer be afraid of the boat ride, but you will also enjoy this adventurous sea activity. Another example is motion sickness, when my grandmother was still alive, the main means of transportation was footwalking, but my grandfather said at that time that he was a person with "status", and he couldn't lose face when he went out, so he forced my grandmother to find a driver and drive a small scooter of a certain brand of the domestic Red Army. But my grandmother couldn't live or die, saying that there was something unlucky on it that had been following her, making her dizzy and vomiting.

The grandfather who was in his prime was inevitably a little short-tempered, so he directly tied my grandmother to the passenger seat of the car and let the driver go around the entire city of Nanjing. And this so-called healing experience was also widely spread by people at that time, which was the prototype of the later "Nanjing Circle".

But it doesn't seem to be of much use to me at the moment.

When I was about four or five years old, I went to play in the fields with Ah Da in the countryside. At that time, there was an ancient river at the entrance of their village, and it was said that a big girl in the village was persecuted by a few idle people in the same village and jumped down from the ancient river in a red wedding dress, but the body did not float up, and many people went down to look for it and did not see it. Soon after, some animal hairs and corpses of various animals appeared one after another by the river. At that time, people were more superstitious, believing that this was a precursor to the revenge of the woman in red, and many people had seen the scene of the woman in red being raped, but no one was willing to lend a hand to her, which led to her finally dying of hatred.

After a few days of trembling and trembling, the people who had raped the woman in red suddenly died by the river, and their posture was quite meaningful, kneeling down to the river. This frightened the villagers, who concluded that it was the result of the ghost of the woman in red, and they moved out of the original village, but the matter did not seem to be over, and the people who moved out also had some strange accidents, either died suddenly and without warning or were inexplicably injured. In the end, those who remained in the original village and did not suffer any harm were some people who had helped the woman in red in their daily lives, but most of them were old people, including my Ah Da.

I was younger and more playful, and I grew up in the countryside since I was a child, and I was more aware of all the fun food, although I repeatedly promised Ah Da before going out that I would not go to the river, but after playing, I left those promises behind. But as a result, it was a slip and fell into the river, and it was also the feeling of suffocation like now, and it was also the same as before he died, recalling what happened before.

But the feeling of dying twice is different, this time it is unwilling, and the time when I was a child was afraid.

Because at the deepest point at the bottom of the river, I saw a decomposing corpse in the floating aquatic plants. Wearing a red gauze dress, just like the clothes worn by women in ancient costume films, with the flow of the river fluctuated for a while, the soaked rotten, black, and smelly faces were half-hidden in the red wedding dress, and suddenly poked their heads out and suddenly hid in the blue-brown aquatic plants and laughed.

I was stunned directly after being rescued by Ah Da, or a fortune teller in the village saved me, of course, I heard all these things said, the only thing I remember is the rotten face that leaked out for a while and disappeared for a while in the red wedding dress and the blue-brown aquatic plants.

Since then, I have never been to Ah Da's village, and even when he died, I hid in my hometown and cried all night. Water has become the most feared thing in my life, I can still accept the shallow stream and river at the bottom of the water, but the unfathomable sea and river cannot be seen.

I always felt that there would be the same female corpse in red waiting for me, she wouldn't kill me, but she would terrify me.

The longer I was wrapped in the thread, the more terrified I became, and the feeling of being submerged in the river and seeing the corpse in red returned, and every cell in my body was clamoring to get out quickly.

My breathing was not calm again, and I breathed impatiently into the last few breaths of oxygen left in the silk thread, and my head was dizzy. I know they're going to come back to save me, but I can't wait any longer.

I'm dying of oxygen deprivation.

I forced myself to keep the last shred of sobriety and wrote a suicide note in my head. It seems that the second and third uncles' calculations are wrong, just like they have always taught me to rely on myself in everything, it is a huge joke that they choose to rely on me this time, and I am going to die.

In the end, the last vestige of consciousness could not be left, and I stopped breathing and died completely.

The corpse in red, the river water.

Dure, suffocating.

Suffocating, dull.

Painful, hot.

How can I feel pain? Do you mean I'm not dead? Or have I already reached the eighteenth floor of hell and found the third uncle, because I didn't finish what he told me and beat me?

Should I open my eyes? Can I face it?

I opened my eyes suddenly, but I didn't see the imaginary scene of the devil's training, what I saw was a huge face, surprisingly occupied by two thin lips, I stared at it for a long time before I realized that it was the lips of the three fat men, he saw me pass out and wanted to give me artificial respiration.

Ah, it's disgusting, ah, why isn't it Wu Ming, Wu Ming is so good-looking. (Please ignore this sentence automatically and pretend that you didn't see it, to be honest, I'm not usually like this.) ）

I quickly turned my head, and the three fat men kissed me on the hair, which I had carefully groomed before the door, but unfortunately I never cared about it except for him growing on my head after all these days, so I can imagine what it smelled like now.

The kiss of the three fat men was also full of strength, and I felt the hot temperature through my scalp. Sure enough, I clearly heard the disgusting "um" of the three fat men, I really couldn't hold it back, I got up with a grunt, and laughed back and forth.

The three fat men were the first to be unhappy: "****, I said Dazhu, your hair hasn't been washed for a few years, it's so fucking disgusting, and you still hold it and put it on the fat grandpa's mouth, it's really fucking unlucky." ”

"Who let you get hold of the cheap while I fainted."

"****, his mother's blood is spurting, grandpa, I haven't seen that you can't wake up to save you."

"Well, I thank you, grandpa."

"Fuck you, fuck off."

"Hehehe."

But now is clearly not the time to laugh, the spiders are dead but everyone is hurt.

In addition to my own weak fainting, I saw that Wu Ming, the little brother in black, and the three fat men were all injured to varying degrees, especially Wu Ming's entire right hand was covered with blood, and there was even blood dripping on the ground along his crooked fingers, and he sat quietly on the ground as if he didn't notice it.

Following my gaze, the little brother in black also saw the blood stains that kept falling. He took out iodine wine and gauze from his backpack and wanted to treat Wu Ming's wounds, but Wu Ming's attitude was the same as when he fainted, reluctantly, and finally he stretched out his hand at the insistence of the little brother in black.

Maybe Wu Ming is only a little bit of a messenger who is so relaxed about the people he grew up with, which seems to be a little proud.

After dealing with the night's mouth, we didn't move our position and just sat in place and looked at the corpses of those black spiders, no one spoke, and in fact there was nothing to say, so it wasn't like a few big men discussing erotic issues around a bunch of dead black spiders. The three fat men fumbled and took out a pack of cigarettes from their trouser pockets, and smoked them separately, although I am a big man but I can't smoke, I used to think that I should be a maverick, and I shouldn't learn to smoke from the public, so I didn't learn. But then I found out that being maverick was just a manifestation of personality charm, and I never learned it, and I had never had any troubles, so I naturally excluded cigarettes from my life.

The three fat men should have also observed this characteristic of me, and they didn't mean to hand it to me at all, so they avoided ridicule. What surprised me was that Wu Ming, who seemed to be the least smoker, was definitely a veteran in the fog with the three fat men, on the other hand, the little brother in black only smoked one or two puffs, and most of the cigarettes burned out in his hand.

It's really getting more and more incomprehensible about these inexplicable people.

In fact, I have always thought that for cigarettes, alcohol is more suitable for me, and we often encounter the business of the wine table, and if you drink well, you will naturally sell it, and if you don't drink well, the price will be cheap. Although cigarettes are indispensable when talking about business, no one will raise the price of the underworld device because of how many cigarettes you smoke, on the contrary, if you hold a cigarette in your hand like the little brother in black, you can at least pretend to be mysterious and improve your identity.

The third fat man finished the last puff of the cigarette, threw the cigarette butt to the ground, and said proudly: "Let's go, fat grandpa, I will take you to make a fortune." ”

The little brother in black followed Wu Ming and walked forward, I hurriedly packed my backpack and followed, damn me this time I was the weakest one.

PS: Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, I wish me a happy holiday!!