We didn't pay attention to the traces just now, but when we heard the stuffy oil bottle say, we looked at the footprints, and sure enough, we became more vigilant now. Pan Zi immediately picked up his short gun and aimed at A Ning's corpse.

We took a few steps back, and the stuffy oil bottle on the other side held a miner's lamp to shine on the corpse, and motioned for me to go and wake the fat man up immediately.

After experiencing a life-and-death struggle before, and then encountering the sudden death of A-Ning, my nerves could no longer bear it. It didn't take a few minutes now that my nerves tensed again, and I felt very depressed, but I was not afraid, but stepped back to the fat man, first felt the dagger from the fat man, and then slapped him a few times.

But the fat man slept too much, I patted him a few times, but he only moved his brows slightly, but he couldn't wake up. And when I hit it, I felt that his face was covered in sweat.

I felt a little wrong, how could anyone sleep like this, could it be sick? However, touching the fat man's forehead but not feeling the heat, I said in my heart, is it a dream? I was about to pinch him hard, but suddenly I saw that there were also small mud marks on the edge of the place where the fat man was lying. And it's more and messier than Aning's side. I couldn't say it in my heart, so I quickly stood up and stepped back, and called Panzi.

"What's wrong?" Panzi turned around, and I pointed to the mud mark and asked him to see it. "There's that too!"

Panzi looked at A-Ning's corpse and retreated to my side, looked down, scolded his mother, and moved the head of the gun over. The stuffy oil bottle on the side also looked back and retreated.

The three of them looked at the corpse and then at the fat man. I thought to myself that the situation was complicated, and that the corpse was fine, and that I was not allowed to think about anything. Pan Zi glanced at the stuffy oil bottle, and the two of them made a gesture, obviously exchanging opinions. Panzi raised his gun and retreated to the edge of the rock at his feet, away from the corpse and the fat man, so that he could monitor both directions at the same time. And the stuffy bottle handed me the lamp, and asked me to shine on the fat man, and at the same time took the dagger in my hand, and the cat's waist walked to the fat man in a very difficult posture.

It is a semi-squat position, with the feet bent and the person leans down, but not completely, so that he can maintain maximum flexibility in the event of an accident. He approached the fat man, and without looking back, he made a gesture to me, asking me to move the light and shine it on the footprints beside the fat man.

The atmosphere was so bad, I cursed in my heart, and I said when will this kind of thing come to an end? I moved the light over, and at that moment, suddenly two or three unknown objects rushed out from under the fat man's shoulders at a rapid speed, and at once they swept over the range of the light.

It was so fast that it took my eyes to shoot in a flash. But my hand was still in reverse, and it went straight in the direction of the things that rushed out. Unfortunately, nothing was seen, only a series of sounds of something jumping into the swamp that I don't know what it was. At the same time, there was a sudden movement on the side of A-Ning's corpse, and the same series of sounds of entering the water seemed to alarm a lot of frogs by the ridge.

The Stuffy Oil Bottle reacted amazingly, but apparently he didn't have a problem with such a fast speed. He just turned around quickly, and gave up without even taking the first step. He hurriedly waved me over and went to shine in the water.

I rushed over and raised the miner's lamp to shine into the water, and at once I saw the ripples and a few water marks in the water quickly disappear into the swamp.

"What is it? Water rats? I asked, and that's what I thought first. In the past, when the urban construction was not so perfect in the 90s, I saw a lot of such rats.

The stuffy oil bottle shook his head, and his face sank: "It's a snake!" It's that cockscomb snake. ”

I was speechless, looking at the series of marks that had just been left on the ground, and suddenly realized that it was right, it was a serpentine trace, no wonder it was a bit like a footprint but it was not. An ominous thought suddenly rushed to my heart, and it is said that this snake is extremely retaliatory and acts strangely, and now it has really come to the door.

At this time, I found that the fat man still hadn't woken up, and I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, saying that the fat man had been bitten?

I immediately went over to see the fat man, and because I didn't know if all the snakes were gone, I cautiously leaned over and pushed him first. Unexpectedly, he woke up after this push, and sat up at once, his face was pale, but he was still dazed. He looked at a few of us, then at the sky, a little inexplicably. Seeing that we looked at him as if we were facing a great enemy, it took a long time before he said, "What the hell are you doing?" Fat man, I don't sell my body, it's useless to look at me. ”

We were relieved to see him look like this. And I still didn't feel at ease, so I asked the fat man to turn around and check on him, and he was indeed not bitten. The fat man saw that I asked him to take off his clothes, and he felt even more inexplicable, and asked me what was wrong, and I told me what had just happened.

The fat man was suspicious, and we didn't have time to explain to him, so he got up and walked to the side of Anin's corpse. I took a look at the nearby swamp, it was completely black, and I couldn't see anything, and the stones beside the corpse were full of traces of the snakes leaving just now.

"What a fucking evil door, could it be that these snakes opened this sleeping bag?" Pan Zi whispered to himself, patting the top and bottom of the corpse with his gun to see if there were any snakes inside.

No snakes came out, but I felt very uneasy, and a nightmarish panic spread through me. While we were sleeping, several cockscomb snakes crawled up from the swamp and crawled under the fat man and Aning, not knowing how to open Aning's sleeping bag yet. It's so weird, what the hell are they trying to do? I looked at the dark swamp and had the feeling that something ominous was going to happen.

Everyone else feels this way. The stuffy oil bottle squatted down, checked A-Ning's body, and found nothing unusual, and made a gesture for us all to turn on the miner's lamp, and he wanted to take a closer look at the underwater situation around him.

We did as the stuffy oil bottle said, and the fat man on one side also came to help. We turned on the miner's lamp in four directions, and began to sweep the shè water, only a few times to sweep, suddenly the fat man behind him exclaimed.

We thought that the snake had reappeared, so we immediately turned around and looked in his light, and saw a figure about twenty meters away from the swamp in front of us, as if it had come out of the mud of the swamp.

The light of a miner's lamp could not shine clearly, and immediately all the lights converged, and we saw a man covered in mud, standing waist-deep in water, like a water ghost looking directly at us.

"Dog, what is this?" The fat man shouted.

The stuffy oil bottle took a closer look and exclaimed: "Oh my God, it's Chen Wenjin!" With that, he rushed into the swamp and stumbled towards the man.