I was curious when I looked at it. asked A-Ning, "What is he doing down?" ”

"I don't know." A-Ning looked at the miner's light below with a complicated expression. He went down without saying a word. When asked, he ignored anyone. I don't understand you as a friend. I sighed. Since that conversation in Devil's Town. Even less so in stuffy bottles. Even lately his face has frozen. There was no expression at all. I don't know what's going on in this man's head. Maybe he really did what Lord Dolma said: in his own world. He was the only one all along. So he didn't have to reveal anything at all.

Look at the lights down there. It should be erected on a tree branch. The wind blows and sways around. I was a little worried if he would fall. Then it occurred to me that this kid was a professional missing person. Will it take advantage of this opportunity. Slipped away by yourself again?

Anin: They have no experience. That's a bit of a mystery...... I looked at the flickering lights below. I couldn't tell if he was there or not.

Come to think of it. I can't rest assured. So he turned on the miner's lamp. Said to Aning, I'll go down and have a look. Then it rained heavily. Holding on to the trunk of the tree, he carefully descended one by one.

Climb to the edge of the miner's lamp below. I looked around. My heart suddenly cooled.

There really isn't anybody!

Under the cover of the plant we were sheltering from the rain just now. Empty. Where is the shadow of the stuffy oil bottle!

"Dog's!" I cursed, "Did you really run away!" "I can't be angry all of a sudden. How could this man be like this? Rather than a fat man doing bad things, he will say hello to you. This man simply doesn't exist for us. It's just too much.

Angry. I was about to call the fat man and they came down to discuss countermeasures. Suddenly, the whole branch moved. But the bottle of stuffy oil peeked out of the darkness above the plant. It scared the hell out of me. I looked up. It turned out that he was standing on top of this covering. I don't know what I'm looking at.

A false alarm. I let out a long sigh. He saw me come down too. Fluted slightly. He beckoned me to go up.

I climbed up. Seen by branches, parasitic vines, ferns entangled with each other. The surface of the plant cover covered with green moss. He had already been cut open with a knife. The moss is scraped off. A large number of vines inside were cut off. Something was wrapped inside. In the rain, a large number of tiny grass ticks can be seen washing down these vines.

I don't know what the stuffy oil bottle is looking for in this pile. Only a bad smell was heard. I want to take a closer look. The stuffy oil bottle tore open a large patch of dead vines with all his might. Moment. I just felt a spicy eye. A large cloud of bugs poured out of that breach.

I was so frightened that I quickly retreated. I almost fell off a tree. Thankfully, it was raining heavily. These grass ticks were washed away by the majestic rain in one fell swoop. I held on to the branch on one side. Covering his nose and leaning over again. I saw what was wrapped around the cover.

It was a mass of rotting fur wrapped in animal remains. The skin has rotted into a black sè. I don't know what animal it is. The stuffy oil bottle is inserted into the fur with a dagger. Stir it up. The wreckage was found to be decomposed. Inside the skin is the bone. Those vines grow into it. tangled in its bones. The wreckage and the tree were tightly entangled. It was covered with moss again. That's why we think it's an ordinary plant-based hybrid. Go down there to shelter from the rain.

"I don't know what kind of animal it is. It's huge. It may have been infected and died after sucking the blood of these bugs. Lying on a tree before dying. As a result, all the bugs around it were attracted. Sucked dry alive. After that, the worm rested on the corpse. Wait for the next victim. The stuffy oil bottle said to me with a frown.

I listened to it and remembered that we were sheltering from the rain down there. I felt a wave of nausea. To the stuffy oil bottle: "The grass ticks here are so powerful?" The corpse was rotten. They're not dead yet? ”

The stuffy oil bottle shook his head. Probably means I don't know. He looked down at the pile of bones again. I don't know what comes to mind. Suddenly, he pulled out his black gold ancient knife. Scratched a line on the palm of his hand. Squeeze the wound vigorously. Blood flowed from his palms. Then he shook my sleeve. Stained with blood.

I was stunned for a moment. Didn't realize what he meant. He suddenly leaned over. Oddly long fingers stretched out. He plunged his bloody hand into the bones beneath the vines.

Suddenly, countless grass ticks swarmed out of it like cháo water. I screamed in fright. Lightning-like. At the same time, his hand ripped something out of the skeleton.