There was no lighting around me, the branch was a closed space, a dead end, it was difficult to see the situation inside in this light, I stared at the blood-red eyes, I only felt my throat tight, I forgot to react for a while, and I looked straight at him.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, I realized that something was wrong, the blood red of this eye did not seem to be ordinary bloodshot, but was really dyed red by "blood", and the blood even oozed out of the eye socket, and the eye did not blink at all, as if it was solidified.

It is common sense that a living person can not move, but he must not blink his eyes, and I immediately became suspicious.

When he fumbled his body, he found a few fire folds, unscrewed the waterproof reed rod, and carefully sent them into the square hole.

Approaching the orifice, the situation inside was illuminated, and when I looked at it, the whole person exploded, and it was cold from the door of the head to the soles of the feet.

What caught my eye was a hideous strange face, already a little swollen, it couldn't even be said to be a face, because his jaw was gone, the lower part of the whole face was torn away by something, the flesh was blurred, the whole tongue hung outside, there was no jaw connection, the tongue came out of the throat, it looked extremely long, like a rotten snake.

It's a dead person, and I feel like throwing up all of a sudden, and when I finally hold back, I feel a creep.

Looking at this person's hairstyle and equipment, it is obvious that he is also the third uncle's person, and he has not been dead for a long time, so he should have been washed in by the water and stuck in this pile of branches. But if this is a dead man, who just called me?

I immediately looked at the corpse again, but by this time the fire had burned out, and the hideous face had disappeared into darkness again, and I saw only the blood-red eyes glaring at me with resentment.

I had goosebumps all over my body, and I looked around, it was a dark underground pool, there was no one else around, and I hadn't heard anyone move just now.

Cold sweat brushed down, my neck was a little stiff, and suddenly realized that something strange must have happened here, I can't stay here anymore, anyway I have to take the fat man and leave immediately.

I took a deep breath and climbed back, untied the few sturdy vines that remained on my waist, put them around my waist, leaned down, grabbed the fat man's hand and pulled it up.

The fat man was so heavy, and his clothes were soaked in water, like lead, and I only had one foot to exert my strength, and I dragged it a few times and barely moved, almost sliding down again.

I immediately knew that there was no way to pull it by hand, and when I looked around, I saw that the fat man was still tied to the simple tow frame I made, so I tied the vines of the bracket to the vines on my body, beat a knot with a wooden stick and put it under the fat man's armpit, crossed his armpit to make something similar to a stretcher handle, and the other end was propped up on the ground, so I used my own weight and strength, gritted my teeth and pulled it up like a slender man in the Yellow River.

This is triangulation in architecture, at that time the teacher taught us how to use a stick and a rope to match our own weight to make a traction spreader, and there is also such a course in Gongmin Construction.

It was much better with the help of my weight, I grabbed the vines and ran into the shaft little by little, and the fat man in the water lifted me little by little, and finally lifted most of the people out of the water for me, but at this time the vines around my waist almost buttoned me into a nunchuck.

I found a relatively thick stone gap, stuck my spare wooden stick into it, put the vines around my waist, fixed the fat man, and then climbed back into the water, lifted the fat man's feet, dragged them over to a safe area, and then untied the vine tow frame on his body, and saw that there was no abnormality in the pile of branches for the time being, and immediately gave him cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

I don't have professional training, the actions are all seen in the series, I just remember that if the heart stops, the limit time is 8 minutes, and the possibility of saving life within 8 minutes is very large, and now the fat man still has a weak pulse and weak breathing, which should be a symptom of poisoning, I don't know if cardiopulmonary resuscitation is useful.

I couldn't get the gist after a few clicks, and I didn't know if it was right or not, so I could only do it hard, and after pressing it for less than two or three minutes, suddenly the fat man coughed, the whole person convulsed, and spit out a ball of yellow water. Then he took a deep breath, and his chest began to rise and fall, but after only one or two inhales, he rolled his eyes again, and his breathing was weak again.

I looked at the bloody hole in his neck, obviously this poisonous snake is indeed powerful, the weight of this bite is indeed jīng, the fat man is like a waste person is immortal, as long as the poison in this body is not removed, it is useless to save the fat man. I took off my clothes, fished some water in the pool, cut his wound with a dagger, washed it and released the black blood, and then continued to press his chest so that he could hold on, wondering what to do.

After only two clicks, I suddenly heard another voice of sympathy from behind me, also in the pile of branches.

In my desperation, I didn't hear what was being said, but it sounded familiar, and it frightened me, and I jerked my head back again, and used my flashlight to look after the hole I had just dug in the pile of branches.

I vaguely saw that the blood-red corpse eyes were still looking at me sluggishly, cold and cold, and it was extremely uncomfortable to look at, and what made my scalp explode was that I saw the corpse's tongue moving.