We carried him back into the tent and I immediately checked his injuries, and to my relief, I found that the place where he was bitten was his wrist, and there were two bloody holes, but the wounds were not deep, and apparently the moment he was bitten he shook off the snake, and this kind of wound will appear, and I may not be able to imagine how thrilling it was yesterday.

The fat man said to me that it had been time to puncture the artery, suck the poisonous blood out, and cut the intersection to bleed, but some of the venom must have entered it, this snake is too poisonous, just like that, the hand was immediately green, fortunately, the little brother moved fast, and pinched the snake's head at that moment, and the snake did not bite down completely, otherwise it is estimated that the little brother would also be reimbursed.

I poured the stuffy oil bottle with serum, massaged his temples, his breathing eased, I squeezed his hand, and found that the overall swelling was not bad, so I said to the fat man that it should be fine, no matter how poisonous the things on the land are, there is no poison in the sea, but I can't let him move anymore.

Panzi is still lying there, we put the stuffy oil bottle away, looking at the two lying down and giving them a headache, and it is also a loss to them, if I had died a long time ago, this place is really fucking completely different from the place we used to go, these two people have a lot of experience to make it like this.

Then I asked the fat man what happened yesterday.

What the fat man said was similar to what I speculated, and when they kept vigil yesterday, they gradually found that they couldn't see, and the fat man remembered my words, and suddenly realized that maybe the fog was really poisonous, and immediately went to look for a gas mask, but he couldn't find it, and he couldn't see it at all, and he was in a hurry.

He and the stuffy oil bottle first covered their noses with muddy wet towels, which really worked, and then they found a few in one of the tents, and just wanted to bring them, the stuffy oil bottle was bitten by a snake hiding in the backpack when he couldn't see clearly, but fortunately, he reacted very quickly, and immediately pinched the snake's head in the air, but he was still bitten, and his hands immediately turned green.

But because the amount of venom injected with shè was limited, the stuffy oil bottle was not killed immediately, they dealt with it briefly, at this time the fat man heard me calling, and immediately brought a gas mask to me first, and found outside the tent, I don't know when, from the cracks in the surrounding buildings, a large number of cockscomb snakes appeared, these snakes all hid in the cracks, that is, did not come out or go in, and saw that those cracks were all red sè scales, as if waiting for something.

So he immediately came back and put on my gas mask, and then returned to take care of the bottle of stuffy oil and carried him back, and in the middle of it, he saw a spectacle.

Countless cockscomb snakes poured out of the cracks and gradually coiled together, forming a huge "snake cháo", like a mass of mollusks, moving rhythmically and moving extremely fast, like a huge school of fish in the sea......

The fat man said: "This must be their way of transporting A-Ning's corpse, you fat master I still can't figure out how they did it, that snake cháo simply feels like a creature with a whole head." ”

I wondered, "Then why did they destroy this place like this?" ”

The fat man said: "They must have known about our existence, but because of the mud on the tent, they couldn't find us, these are beasts after all, and they finally took this way." ”

When I heard this, the fat man immediately said, we can't stay here any longer, they will definitely come again tonight, we must go. And the farther away from here, the better. He asked me if I could see clearly. I nodded, and he told me to collect the food and supplies right away, order them and pack them. By noon, see how the two of them are doing, and then decide where to go.

I smiled bitterly, but I also knew that it had to be done, but now I didn't know if the snake was clean or not, so I rested for a while, and when the sun came out, I began to dig through the ruins of the tent and drag out everything that could be used, and he was here to take care of the two of them.

The main thing I collected was food, I found a large number of compressed biscuits, all piled up in a bag, and later luckily found cans in one of them.

When there was a car, A-Ning and they also brought canned food, but because they had to explore the way, the canned food was too heavy and lightly packed outside the canyon, and since they entered the forest, they all came to eat light compressed dry food, and their lips were foaming, but I didn't expect the third uncle to bring this good thing, it was really hard work, but it was not like the third uncle's xìng grid to bring such a cumbersome thing.

Field canned food is very close to normal food, generally high-protein canned beef, canned tuna or canned glutinous rice and soybeans, these things eat long and full, not easy to get hungry.

I hurriedly beckoned to the fat man and asked him if he wanted it, and the fat man shook his head and said how to bring it, but we could eat it all at once, and he drooled when he looked at the type of canned food: "Virgin Mary, your third uncle is really a fucking man, enough to taste." ”

I continued to search, looking for dry food and other things, as well as containers, and we needed things to hold water.

When I pulled out a backpack, I noticed a picture of his family inside. I haven't seen this person, it's a middle-aged man in his early thirties, his wife is leaning against him with a child in her arms, the photos are very dirty, and the clothes are very simple, but you can see that he is quite happy.

I was a little emotional, and said in my heart that this person doesn't know what happened, if he dies here, what will happen to his wife and children? People who do this line of work, life and death are too common, why bother others.

Thinking of Ah Ning dying on the road, as well as Wu Laosi and those who died in the Devil's City, these people really don't know why they died? When I think about it, I can't help laughing at myself, damn it, if I hadn't come with the team at that time, I should have blown the air conditioner on the Internet in my shop now, and I had the face to say that others didn't want to think about themselves.

After collecting, I counted and thought a lot, it was already noon when I put it all into the bag, the fat man wanted to open the road immediately, but the situation of the stuffy oil bottle and Panzi was not very good, Panzi had been confused, he had not eaten, we fed water from his lips, the stuffy oil bottle was conscious but his body was weak, and he couldn't stand up, but the green sè in his hand had faded.

It's a lot of trouble, and we can't afford to leave here too far with two people and so many things.

The stuffy oil bottle pointed to the temple on the side, and said weakly: "Go inside, stay away from the water source!" ”

When we think about it, there is water under the cracks in these stones, which are connected to the swamp, so it is no wonder that these snakes all come out of the cracks.

There's no other way now, let's get things inside.

The temple had completely collapsed, only a general shape, and we didn't even know where the door was, so we found a random cloister and went in, and found that the space inside it was still quite large. The building was supposed to have two floors, and the underground one was badly damaged, but the upper floor still shows the structure of the time, which is all black stone walls, not high, but there are many very jīng stone pillars in between. I didn't know what path to get between the two floors, but now what has collapsed has become a steep slope.

We climbed up and entered a stone chamber that was almost intact, and we could see the camp below, and when we had finished moving our things, we carried the panzi and the stuffy oil bottle over. By this time, however, he was basically able to move.

The sun is like a spell, I feel that time is very fast, the fears and nightmares of yesterday have not subsided, and when I look back, it is the sun in the west again, and dusk is about to come.

During the day, there was basically no rest or stop, and as I watched the shadows of the trees grow hideous, I felt an invisible pressure pressing in.

Despair, there's really a hint of despair in that. A voice seemed to ask in my head, after two nights, can I continue to survive tonight?