The sound of the huge water of the waterfalls was like thunder, and the sound of such a close distance made our hearts tremble. It was difficult to maintain due composure in this environment, and as several old vines broke, the body also fell suddenly, if it weren't for the safety rope on the fat man's waist, the three of them would have fallen into the deep pool below.

But now this kind of can't come up, can't go down the situation is even more terrible, those "scabies" are half-human and half-worm, after this period of time, the body has changed significantly, human characteristics are less, the characteristics of insects are more and more significant, already half-worm and half-ghost, the ugly face makes people dare not look directly.

They are constantly climbing down the cliff from the "gourd mouth", relying on the suction cups on their bodies and the ground hooks on their forelimbs, climbing on the vines and quickly outflanking us.

I hung headfirst down from the vines, the dark green water below me dizzying, and I struggled to turn my body around. This movement was too big, and the vine that hung on the three of us broke again, and the body fell again, almost breaking the waist, thanks to Shirley Yang hanging on the rock wall with a climbing pickaxe, temporarily finding a point of focus.

I smiled wryly, "This time I really stabbed the hornet's nest." As he spoke, he lifted Miai up and shot two half-worm people who had climbed to the top of their heads, one of them rubbed against my body when it fell, only to feel a disgusting smell, I quickly put my body close to the cliff, so as not to be driven by its falling, and rolled into the deep pool with it, falling into the water from such a high place is not a joke, if the water depth is not enough, it is no different from jumping off a building.

Shirley Yang hung on the cliff and shouted to me: "Old Hu, these vines won't last long, we have to move to the plank road quickly." ”

I replied, "That's right, but it's a matter of life, so please ask God to manifest and do some miracles." ”

I turned my head to look at the fat man beside me, he didn't dare to open his eyes at all, he was clutching two or three old vines, the safety rope on his waist was stretched straight, the pitons on it were probably no longer able to support his weight, and the broken stones and plant mud were falling down.

The plank road was originally below us diagonally, but after the sudden fall just now, it was almost parallel. However, the distance of a few meters in the middle is an anticline, and there is no grass, so if you want to get past it, you can only grasp the vine and the climbing rope, swing it left and right like a pendulum, accumulate this power, and finally swing it onto the plank road.

I handed the Miai submachine gun to Shirley Young: "You cover me. I'll get the fat man over first, and then you, and I'll be the queen. In this case, there was no room for negotiation, and Shirley Young climbed on a thick vine with one hand, pressed the butt of the gun with one hand, and fired the barrel of the gun on the pickaxe that hung from the rock wall. From time to time, the angle was changed, and the "scabs" who climbed close down one after another.

I hung my backpack on the fat man and lifted my feet and kicked him in the ass. The fat man immediately understood what I was going to do as soon as I kicked him, and shouted, "The master is here to fight, not his* to play acrobatics." ”

Before he finished speaking, the fat man had already swung sideways in the direction of the plank road with a trill, but due to insufficient strength, the swing amplitude was less than 30 degrees before swinging back. The rattan that the fat man had grabbed was rubbed by the sharp rock, and the two Titicaca trees broke together, and the climbing rope was stretched even tighter, and it was about to break.

I knew I had to do my best this time, there was only one rope, I couldn't bear the fat man and the heavy bag, and I had only one last chance left. If you don't have enough strength, you have to go to the river to catch him.

At this time, Miai's typewriter-like strafing sound suddenly stopped, and it was estimated that Shirley Yang's side had run out of ammunition. The rest of the drums are in the backpack, and there is no way to reload them on this cliff. At this moment, it has become an urgent trend, and he immediately rose up with all his strength, first swinging to the side and back to the limit, grabbing the old vine and kicking it straight to the fat man's big ass with both feet.

I overexerted myself, my mind was already blank, and I only heard the fat man's "whoop" voice in my ears, and the fat man had fallen on the stone slab of the plank road at the same time when the climbing rope was broken, but below the thighs was still hanging in the air of the broken plank road, and the plank road, which was not close to us, was crushed by him for nearly a meter at this time.

This section of the ancient "plank road" closest to our location was erected when the "Tomb of the Offering King" was built, and it was all spiraled from top to bottom, and a turn around the cliff was built. When we entered the valley, we saw an embankment that cut off the flow of water, and when the original construction was carried out, these waterfalls were all intercepted, so some of the "plank roads" used to pass through here, and then they must have been washed away by the waterfalls, so this section is a remnant road. The fat man smashed down a few stone slabs, but finally climbed up, lay on the ground in horror, and only left a small half of his life, and kept chanting "Amitabha".

I helped the fat man on the "plank road", but the force was too great, and the last two vines that I relied on to support broke one more. The only one left could break at any moment, and when she looked up at Shirley Yang again, she was reversing the butt of Miai's gun to knock down a man who had grabbed her shoulder. On the turquoise cliff, the hateful insects seemed to have spread a thick layer of white maggots on it, forming a meniscus-shaped encirclement, which had enveloped the two of us.

I quickly jumped up, hooked an old vine on the side with my hand, and shouted to Shirley Yang, "It's time for you to go, go quickly." This is not the time for humility, Shirley Yang stepped a little and swung his body towards the plank road. It was also the first time that I didn't have enough strength and needed to swing repeatedly to accumulate strength, and I wanted to do it again when I saw this, raising my foot and preparing to kick her ass.

Shirley Yang also raised his feet, supported me on my feet, and bounced towards the plank road with his strength, and then let go and landed next to the fat man. At this time, the fat man had also come to his senses, took out another "Chicago typewriter" from his backpack, and shot the "lepers" around me into the deep pool one by one.

But although Miai's firepower is strong, it is like a drop in the bucket here, and it can't stop the waves of half-human and half-insect monsters like the tide. However, there may be secret materials for insect and ant control on the ancient plank road, and these guys are not close to the plank road, but they all come to me.

My sapper shovel and mountaineering pickaxe were all thrown away by me while swimming, and all I had on me was a Russian-style paratrooper knife. It was difficult to use on this cliff, so I had to pick up the pickaxe that Shirley Yang had inserted on the cliff and cut it indiscriminately.

Under the cover of the fat man and Shirley Yang's double guns, although I had no worries about my life for the time being, I was surrounded by groups and only wanted to protect myself, and I had no time to withdraw and swing to the "plank road".

Shirley Yang had an idea, and was about to throw a rope to meet me, but at this time, the vine I was climbing on had been gnawed off. Although these thousand-year-old vines are brittle, they are very tough. Those "lepers" are like a group of mad dogs that have lost their minds, not caring that the barbs in their mouthparts are broken, and they will not let go of their mouths when they bite the rattan.

At this life-and-death moment, I realized 200% of my body's potential. Feeling that the old vine was loose, he jumped sideways without waiting for his body to start falling, and grabbed another rattan, but in this way, he was a little farther away from the "plank road".

As soon as my hand grasped the rattan, a red-eyed "leprosy man" suddenly jumped down in the air, just hanging on my back, and opened four large barbed mouths and bit the back of my head. If I had been bitten, those four weird mouths would have been enough to encompass my head. Hurriedly tilted its head, causing it to bite into the air.

The pickaxe I used as a weapon happened to be bitten by another "Scalpy Man" and could not be used to fend off attacks from behind. My head was tilted to one side, but it didn't get out of the range of the "scab" that was holding my back, it turned its head and bit again, and I couldn't avoid it. I saw the pink flesh thorns in the strange mouth, and went straight to my front door to bite it.

A string of miai bullets grazed the skin of the back of my neck and flew past, and the head of the "scab man" behind me was knocked off by the neck. I just felt a heat on my neck and a lot of blood on the back of my head.

I didn't care to see if it was the fat man or Shirley Young's gun, but the shooter who saved my life must have thought that if I shot the worm's head, it would definitely splash poisonous worm blood into my mouth, so he shot it off its neck with accurate marksmanship. Although Shirley Young's marksmanship is also excellent, her shooting lacks a ruthless spirit. The one who can hit the vital point directly, and is so accurate under his hands, should be fat.

The pickaxe in my hand was firmly bitten by the insect bite, and I was straining myself, trying to shake it off with all my might. Suddenly, three more "lepers" jumped off the cliff, following the example of the one that had been knocked off the head earlier, and pounced directly on me, two of them were killed in mid-air by Shirley Yang and Fat Man's Miai, and the remaining one jumped on my back.

There was still a headless insect corpse behind me that could not be shaken off, and now there was another living one, and the rattan in my hand could no longer bear it, and it immediately broke off. Almost at the same time, the fire that supported me smashed the second worm head to pieces, but I also lost my center of gravity, and two headless worm corpses hung behind me, flipping backwards in the air and falling straight down.

I only heard the sound of water in my ears, and because the weight of my upper body was too heavy and my head was light-headed, I fell straight into the deep pool under my head and feet. I was in the air, and all I saw was dark green, and I could still distinguish between east and west, only a circular sky swayed, and the vertical cliffs around me extended downward to form an iron wall. At this moment, it was as if he had fallen into a large green funnel, his whole body was cold, and he felt as if he had fallen alone into the eighteenth-story Netherworld Cave, infinitely far away from the world.