"Holy shit! I've never run that much in my life. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Shaolin Temple is easier than this. The monk gasped for a while, then relieved himself and said, "Could this 'dried lentils' just now be that Xu Fu?" Baozi also said to look at the appearance? This appearance is so fucking handsome. It's good that the bun is not there, otherwise I have to be scared to pee. ”

When the monk said this, I wiped the acid water from my mouth. Thinking of the dried corpse just now, could it really be Xu Fu? I said, "Whether he's or not, I think you're really good enough." There are so many invincible lice hidden in this golden room, and they encourage us to go and get the treasure. I've seen a cheating father, but I've never seen such a cheating son? ”

The monk was not happy when he heard this, and said, "Pit wool pit, do you baby take less?" I don't know that there is a thousand-year-old lice lying in that coffin. I think it must have been the three white lords who led the corpse. ”

I don't want to blush with monks. I don't know the relationship between their father and son, after all, I am an outsider. However, although Uncle Wang is gloomy on weekdays, he will not be so cheating on his son, so he changed the topic and scolded: "You are conscious, it's not you?" Nothing to do with other people's three wine glasses? I can't guarantee that Xu Fu and the ghost who follow each other, every time you raise a glass to Lang Qing's concubine, you can bring the wine glass of others playing with Fengyue. You say that female ghosts are not drunk, how can male ghosts have a chance? ”

"Don't talk about some useless things, you take out the white jue and tweet" The monk looked at me and said, and then asked the sick beauty with a puzzled face: "I said Miss Shi, you were the last one to come out of the golden room just now, and the two white jue were also brought out, right?" ”

The sick beauty shook her head and said, "Put it back." Otherwise, none of us will be able to escape. ”

I patted my head and just ran for my life, forgetting that there was still a lord in my pocket, and I touched my pocket to ensure that I didn't lose it. Holding it in his hand and observing it carefully: "You say, what is this thing?" A room full of peerless treasures are at our disposal, and this lord is the only one who wants to fight with us whether he follows the ghost or the dried lentils? ”

The monk rolled his eyes and said, "Who knows what this thing is." But it could be a big baby. We have to find Baozi for him to study and study, after all, he is the only professional. If the buns are more auspicious and less auspicious, we can only take this lord out and check the information on the Internet, or bring it back to Shaolin to ask my master. ”

I'm really speechless, the monk curses people to death as soon as he speaks, and the Shaolin Buddhist mantra has not learned to curse but has learned it all. I didn't bother to pay attention to him and began to wonder which way to go. I got up and looked before I walked to the three-way intersection and saw that there was no difference between the three roads. I've seen a lot of this kind of channel in movies, basically based on feeling, if you want to find a mark or something, it's pure. No sooner had this idea been than I saw a rectangle of black on the stone floor of the middle passage. I looked at it suspiciously, and it was actually a black Apple four-phone phone.

"A cell phone? Or Apple's? I'm injected. Could it be that the lice were lost? Now lice are high-tech. The monk came over and screamed. I ignored him, but my heart skipped a beat. I slowly picked up my phone, opened the screen and entered the password 0825, and sure enough, I entered the interface function bar.

The monk was startled and said, "Fuck! How do you know your phone password? Are you an undercover lice agent? ”

I ignored him directly, and clicked on the WeChat interface of my mobile phone, the familiar avatar and the familiar WeChat name 'Concubine can't do it'. And sure enough, it was! I replied, and the monk immediately fell silent. "This phone belongs to my mother."

One of the purposes of Ben coming to this East China Sea Dragon Palace was to find my mother, and he lost the tiger in the middle. Now in this dangerous Dragon Palace, I am really worried about my mother's safety. I stood up and said to them, "I choose to go in the middle, what about your consciousness?" It's best to choose quickly! Because we don't know when those lice will follow. ”

I nodded slightly when the sick beauty saw this, and the monk agreed. I went over to pick up the sick beauty, and was just about to walk into the passage. At this time, a series of mobile phone ringtones rang. I subconsciously lowered my mother's mobile phone in my hand, if it rang, then it was very likely to find my mother's location. But the truth disappointed me. The phones of the three of us rang at the same time. I fumbled around myself and found two mobile phones, plus my mother's three. In retrospect, in addition to his own, the other part is a big strong, because he was holding it in front of him to shoot and follow the ghost.

Click on the WeChat group, and Baozi sent a voice. The content is: "Do you feel itchy on your body?" ”

What kind of consciousness is this? The three men looked at each other for a moment. I felt that after he said that, my body did have some inexplicable itching. Evil door? Why does that itching sensation come just now? Once the itch gets worse and worse, it's like thousands of ants crawling. I scratched my body with one hand, and with the other hand, I pressed a voice and asked Baozi, "What's the matter?" Why is it so itchy? ”

As he spoke, the monk also began to twist all over his body, and put his mobile phone in his pocket. Scratching his hands up and down his body: scolding: "Fuck! What happened when we got a flea bite?? It's itchy and unbearable. ”、

The two of us were scratching like monkeys. The sick beauty remained motionless and looked at us with some surprise.

At this time, Baozi sent another voice: "Sure enough, you have also been tricked." Don't scratch your skin, remember. ”

The monk's bare upper body has been scratched with blood-red marks at the moment. Suddenly, he impatiently stepped forward and snatched my phone, pressed the voice button and shouted, "Can you fuck say it all at once?" What the hell is going on? Even if it's a collective flower willow! Can you tell me why? I'm itchy. ”

I'm not as nervous as a monk thinking about this nonsense. However, this itching is extremely unbearable, and if you don't bend it, you can't stand it at all. As I scratched, I remembered that the four of us men had taken off their shirts and were naked at the city wall. I'm a little better than them, though, because I've had a few layers of gauze wrapped around me in that pool. The gauze area didn't have that unbearable itching sensation. It occurred to me that it could be caused by the black mist just touching the surface of our body? Could it be that there is something greasy in the black fog?

The next voice of the bun confirmed my suspicion: "In the black fog just now, there was a parasite like a leech, which was so small that it was almost invisible to the naked eye. Because it's too small, it can only get into the pores of our skin. This parasite is blood-sucking, and because it is too small, it cannot bite through our skin and suck it directly. It can only squirm in our pores, so we will feel itchy all over our body. But we're going to scratch the skin ourselves, and they'll be able to pick up the ready-made bloodsucks. When the time comes, it will be difficult. This parasite grows extremely fast, and once it grows up, it can bite through our flesh and skin, and when we fall, we will be sucked dry. ”

I gasped as I listened, and saw that the sick beauty was okay. Maybe she hadn't been exposed to the black mist, or maybe it was her tightly wrapped? As I thought about it, I realized that I had scratched my arms and waist and abdomen with bloody marks. Soon the bloodstains turned into white marks. Worst? Is it being sucked by those parasites? I was horrified, and I felt a few scratches start to swell. At first, small bumps like melon seeds bulged, and within a few minutes, pimples as big as peanuts protruded on the surface of the skin.

I looked at the monk in shock, he was miserable compared to me. The entire upper half of his body was densely covered with pimples the size of peanuts, even on his face. It's disgusting and terrifying, and the hair on my body is worse than smallpox when I was a child. What's more, those little bumps are still wriggling on the surface of our skin, which is extremely weird!

"You're helping! Can you talk to us about this on the other end of the phone, surely you know how to solve it? Lao Tzu is trembling to the sucking legs, and they are all anemic! The monk scolded according to his voice, and the pimples on his face squirmed with his mouth as he spoke, and he was about to vomit when he looked at me

And at this time, I also felt that my face began to itch, and this kind of itching is not something that people can tolerate at all. I could only scratch all over my face with all my might, and without any incident, I felt my face bulge too. When I looked down, I saw a pimple around the wings of my nose and on my cheeks, still squirming. I was scared. It might be a good idea to pick them off with a thorn. But there are so many of them, thousands of them on the surface of our bodies, and if we dig them up with a knife, we don't have the energy. And even if we had, we would be more likely to die faster due to excessive blood loss from our wounds. Is it difficult to take a break this time? It is more embarrassing to be killed by this little bug than to die at the hands of lice.

After a long time, just when we felt like we were being sucked blood. Baozi's voice came from WeChat: "We simply call this parasite a flea leech." ”

The monk's face was already swollen and blurred, and when he heard this, he lost his temper. yelled at the phone: "I'll jump your grandma's legs." People are dying! What the are you giving this thing a name? Lao Tzu will not let you go if he is a ghost. ”

The voice on the other end of the voice was visibly trembling: "Don't! Monk, don't worry, I'll talk to you now. Leeches are known to be covered in water, and they are extremely afraid of salt. When we were children, we all played with leeches, and when we saw leeches doused with a handful of salt in the gutter, they would immediately dehydrate and turn into a puddle of water, and there was nothing left. Thankfully, flea leeches are creatures that are more afraid of salt than ordinary leeches, and just find a little salt to coat the skin on which they are located. Even with a small amount of salt, they instantly become invisible. My side and Da Zhuang took the edible salt in the bag to solve them. ”

"Hey, aon!" The monk's face was already swollen, and it was not easy to speak. Look for salt in your bag right now.

I was overjoyed at first, but then my face began to look ugly. The food equipment has always been kept by Da Zhuang, and his backpack contains herbs, food, and ingredients. Monks are responsible for the storage of guns and ammunition, folding shovels and other weapons. Not to mention, where do we have to find salt at this time? ”

I just found a way to save my life, and suddenly I realized that this solution didn't work. This kind of blow is really uncomfortable. I spoke more sharply than the monk, and said into my phone, "Baozi." The salt is all in yours, and the three of us don't have any salt at all, so what are we going to do now? Is there any other way? ”

There was silence for a while, as if in thought. After a while, he replied: "Salt is really hard to find in this Dragon Palace for a while. However, there is a lot of salt in the human body itself. For example, sweat, tears and other things gather most of the salt of the person himself. Flea leeches live on the surface of their bodies, and if they secrete sweat and tears in large quantities, they should be able to kill them if they are applied to their habitat. ”

The monk and I looked at each other. The head is straight and cloudy, and the consciousness of the bun makes us cry or sweat? I looked at the monk's face swollen like a pig's head, not to mention that I cried, if the situation allowed me, I would almost laugh out loud.

I really admire the heroines in those bitter dramas now, cry when you say cry! If we learn a little bit of this skill, it can save lives in this situation. Tear? Sweat? Where can I find it? If I had seen the corpse of the tiger at the beginning, I would have cried out in a state of great sadness. I'm not a cold-blooded person, but I'm not an emotional person at all. Now let me cry when I say cry, it's really hard for me.

While I was thinking about it, the monk stood up and played a set of Shaolin Luohan boxing, which I didn't feel very standard, but I could barely watch it. After playing Luohan Boxing, he immediately played another set of King Kong Boxing, and when he finished two sets of punches, he was out of breath, but the sweat on his body was pitiful. Originally! How could we sweat too much in this gloomy and cool passage, and we were naked. However, after two sets of punches from his exhaustion, the pimples on his body have disappeared a lot, and now the situation is similar to mine, maybe I am more serious than him.

I noticed that my condition was getting more and more wrong, the surface of my skin was squirming, I felt nauseous and my head was groggy, I was probably anemic, and I was afraid that it would not be long before I was sucked dry. What does my heart say to tears? Even if I let the sick beauty or the monk beat me hard, I'm afraid it won't be possible. You can only start with sweat! I suddenly thought of a solution, stood up and said, "Monk, let's go!" Look for sweat. ”