Shen Er's fat man could feel that the blood in the cave had already spilled to his calf at this time. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info a cold and bone-eating cold air rose from the soles of his feet and penetrated his heart.

The blood in the cave was getting thicker, making it more and more difficult for him to breathe. It was pitch black - he simply threw away the torches that were already wet with blood.

He could feel the writhing bodies of the insects around him touching him from time to time, and from these inevitable touches, he could feel that the bodies of these insects were still growing up.

"Zi, zi, zi......" The sound of an old cow drinking water sounded from under his feet. In this sizzling sound, he could clearly feel that the plasma that had just soaked in the calf and stomach disappeared to the lower calf with the sizzling sound.

The sizzling sounds suddenly stopped as he felt the plasma return to his ankles, and then an even colder, slimy liquid rose from the ground and enveloped his ankles, down his ankles and down his calves.

"Is this a coffin on the ground sucking blood?" Shen Er's fat man thought secretly, "Could it be that these plasma are using the bodies of these insects as a tool to suck the plasma?" ”

He gritted his teeth, stretched out his right hand and swung his knife in a circle around him. The feeling of a knife cutting through a melon appeared on the blade again, and then he felt it from the blade. Streams of blood arrows splattered at him as the worm slashed open.

"Anyway, my whole body is almost wet, and I don't care about any more. Dead cheap fish, rotten grass," Shen Er's fat man cursed the two of them in his heart, "Every time I encounter these troubles, it will always be my turn, I met you two, it seems that I have been bad luck for eight lifetimes......"

In the darkness, he heard the cries of the four 'digging holes and digging back to Kanjia'. He hurriedly gestured to them and began to open all the layers of earth on top.

As soon as he had given the order to the four 'Cave Digging and Returning to Kanjia', he began to take turns lifting his left and right feet - the soil on the top was constantly being carried from the edge of the four walls to the soles of his feet by the four 'Cave Digging and Returning to Kanjia'.

The dirt mixed with the blood under his feet, and then he stomped it up and down with his feet, and gradually, the blood and mud were submerged in his lower abdomen.

The roof of the cave suddenly opened wide.

Although the entrance to the cave was covered by a large coffin, there was still moonlight pouring under the parchment felt from the periphery of the coffin from the ground, and then poured into the cave through the gap between the parchment felt and the ground, bringing a dim glimmer to the cave.

These dark lights still couldn't make Shen Er's fat man see the situation above the cave entrance.

The dim light allowed him to see something inside the cave. The bloody mud in the cave was made of blood and mud, and it was almost submerged to his navel, and his legs were tightly sunk in it.

He suddenly felt that it was a mistake for him to let the 'Cave Digging Back to Kanjia' remove the dirt from above. He had hoped to use the dirt to cushion his feet so that he could reach the bottom of the coffin above. Who knows, after the soil falls under his feet, it is mixed into bloody mud by the blood plasma, sucking his legs and almost unable to extricate himself.

What's worse is that he can feel the blood in his legs, and the blood in the ground is still gushing upward, getting colder and colder, wrapped around his legs, freezing so that his legs begin to feel a little numb.

"This blood must have been fucking coming up from the depths of the earth, or it would never have been so cold." Shen Er's fat man scolded secretly in his heart. He pursed his lips, otherwise he would have cursed loudly.

The cave was affected by the dim moonlight, and all around it were insects whose severed bodies floated on the bloody mud, and those insects that had not been cut off were like snakes with the size of a bowl of mouths plunging straight into the bloody mud, and the blood was transported upward along the body one by one. He didn't dare to cut through the worms anymore at this point, because then more blood would flood him.

The plasma that kept pouring up from the ground began to stir up the mud more and more thin, and it had spread to the navel of Shen Er's fat man.

One 'Searching for Holes and Digging Soil to Return to Kanjia' carried a torch from the cart according to Shen Er's fat man's instructions, and the other put the fire fold into Shen Er's fat man's hand.

Shen Er's fat man stuck the lit torch on the wall of the cave, and reluctantly moved his body to the edge of the cave, he couldn't care about the nausea anymore, he bit the knife in his mouth, pulled out two short arrows from his back, and inserted them deeply into the wall, and then grabbed the arrow body with both hands, and pulled his body out of the blood and mud.

Two 'Cave Digging Back to Kanjia' poked their heads out of the edge of the cave and dug out two small holes under his feet to put his feet on.

Shen Er's fat man stepped his feet into the small hole, grabbed the arrow body with one hand, fixed his body, and then, with the other hand, took out a short knife from his mouth and slashed along the edge of the cave wall towards the sheepskin felt between him and the big coffin on top of his head.

The tip ......of the "snort" knife pierced the sheepskin felt, making a slight tearing sound. Shen Er's fat man pulled his wrist forward with his wrist - because of the awkward position of his body, he could only use his wrist to make a two-inch-long cut on the sheepskin felt.

"Whoa......" A stream of blood leaked from the slit in the wool felt. Since the knife on the sheepskin felt was right on the top of Shen Er's fat man's head, the plasma sprayed onto his head and flowed down his body to the hole.

As soon as the blood plasma of "Zizi Zi ......" touched the blood and mud in the cave, the sound of the old cow drinking water came from the coffin. Shen Er's fat man saw that the bodies of the insects that were stuck in the blood and mud suddenly contracted rapidly.

By the light of the torches, Shen Er saw that when the plasma leaked from the sheepskin felt, small insects stretched out from the burned grass roots around the cave entrance, and then, those small insects sucked the plasma and continued to expand, stretch, and extend to the bottom of the cave, and when their bodies, which were several times thinner than hair, came into contact with the plasma at the bottom of the cave, their bodies began to thicken, thin, and become more and more transparent.

"It's really fucking unlucky," Shen Er's fat man took the short knife in his mouth and scolded in his heart, "If you're unlucky, you can choke to death when you drink water, and you can hit your heels when you fart......"

He took the crossbow from his back, and by the light, he split his legs and shot two arrows in the crooks of his legs, then put the crossbow back on his back, put his feet on the arrows he had just shot, and climbed up against the wall of the cave.

He had risen two feet against the wall of the cave, and then made a gesture with his hand on the parchment felt—a short knife on which he could make a large opening.

He took the crossbow and filled the hole with short arrows around the whole hole, following the position of the two arrows under his feet. Then, according to the position of the two arrows on the wall of the cave above his head, which were used as handles, he nailed another circle to the wall of the cave.

Shen Er's fat man didn't know how many times he scolded Feng Jiutian and Hua Can.

With one hand he held the arrow above his head as a handle, and stepped on the arrow nailed to the wall of the cave under his feet, and with the other he held a short knife, pierced into the sheepskin felt, and slowly slashed forward along the edge of the hole......

The plasma ran down his knife-wielding arm, onto his head, face, neck, shoulders, and then poured him through. (To be continued.) )