There has been a very deep interdependence between animals and plants for a long time, and plants have existed on the earth for a longer time than the entire history of human evolution, and an archaeologist also found the world's earliest flower fossil in Liaoning, which is said to date back to more than 100 million years ago. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

More than 100 million, this number is too large and too illusory for me, I can't imagine it or summarize it as a fart.

In short, animals can evolve, so can plants, maybe the ancient plants can run faster than people, or they can block your way.

I shouted a few more times to the sky in a mess, but I still couldn't get a reply from the others, and I thought that they should be torn apart by this strange wall of flowers, or be guided further away.

In a moment of turning, the roots and leaves of the flowers quickly reformed into new walls, changing the course of the labyrinth. Now the road behind him is blocked, but there are two more forks in the road in front of me.

I froze in place, waiting to see what else these plants were up to.

But these all kinds of flowers just bloomed quietly, as if waiting for me to choose which way to go. It's not like the kind of plot that will stretch out countless terrifying vines and drag people into the mouth of a large trolley flower, as in the movie.

Choosing one or the other, right? I don't choose either, I don't take any road.

With an idea, he directly grabbed the dense branches and leaves on the side and wanted to climb directly to the top of the flower wall, so as to avoid going around in circles in the maze, even if he couldn't find anyone else, he could at least go back to the salt sea directly and go back the same way.

Unexpectedly, just as I reached out and grabbed it, these flowers seemed to be conscious, like an attacked hedgehog, and countless spikes were inserted from the flower stems in an instant, piercing my palm.

Suddenly, a sharp pain like ten thousand insects exploding on my right palm, and I hurriedly withdrew my hand, watching the blood that kept coming out of my palm and swearing words.

I don't know if there is any plant poison on the thorns, and in addition to black blood flowing from the palm, bubbles continue to bubble from the wound, as if it is eroding the wound.

I was anxious to squeeze my right arm and push the blood into my palm, trying not to let the suspected poisoned blood flow into my body.

A lot of black blood suddenly gushed out of the palm, dripping to the ground, the wound was not deep, but my stomach was twisted in pain. I kept squeezing the blood out until bright red blood flowed from the wound, reassuring a little after taking a breath.

After that, I didn't give up and cautiously approached the flower wall to test a few times, and I was surprised that these flowers seemed to be able to read minds, if I just approached, even if the whole body was attached to the flower stem, thorns would not grow, but as soon as I had the heart to run over the wall, these flowers would begin to spread their thorns arrogantly.

It doesn't matter if it's just a prick, at most it's just a few cuts to come out, and it's not a big deal. However, after knowing that these flowers were poisonous, I didn't dare to act rashly. The wound on my palm was still stinging, and I shook my hand and let it hurt.

At the moment, there are only these two paths, and there is no choice but to choose casually, so I will go to the left in a daze. I have a rebellious mentality, most right-handers will instinctively choose the right side, and vice versa. I'm right-handed, but I prefer to be left-handed.

Along the way, the flower wall kept changing sections, sometimes there was only one road, sometimes there were three or four at the same time, and when I chose a certain road, I would hear the noise of branches and leaves rubbing when the plants changed positions from all directions.

Suddenly, an idea appeared in my mind, I took out the utility knife in my bag, and carved lines on the ground as I walked, thinking that it was really going around in circles, and no matter what path the flower wall put for me, I would eventually see the mark number engraved on the ground.

Then I went around the maze with the flower wall for a while, and sure enough, as expected, I was trapped in place by these flowers, and I just kept circling around about ten square meters.

After understanding the situation, I didn't leave, and sat down dejectedly, unable to think of anything else to do.

I don't know if it's because I've just been poisoned, but I feel that I have no strength and I'm exhausted. Gradually, I felt paralyzed and unconscious, and I opened my mouth to ask for help, but in this silent and lifeless place, I couldn't even hear my own cries for help......

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When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on the ground, habitually pulling out the phone in my trouser pocket and pressing it in front of my eyes, but there was no response.

The storage power of the mobile phone is about three days, and the day when I come to Pompeii, the phone is out of battery means that I have been unconscious for at least two days, and it also means that no one has found me in the past two days, whether it is Feng Xin, Ziche or Qiancai.

I propped myself up in a daze, watched the wound on my palm scab over, and said in my heart that the flower poison didn't poison me, and it was almost over.

My throat was dry, thirsty and hungry. Without much thought, I swallowed the only chocolate and jar of water in my backpack, and then rolled back to the ground, almost giving up the struggle. There was no night here, and after more than seventy-two hours of continuous exposure to the light, I covered my eyelids with my hands in an attempt to reduce the fatigue of my eyes from the light.

As I closed my eyes, I noticed something unusual, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw something gray at the bottom of the flower bush opposite, which was very out of step with the whole flower red and willow green.

Driven by curiosity, I shifted my body to the other side, the large roots and leaves obscuring most of my vision, and it was impossible to tell what it was when I looked outside. I tried to find that it didn't look like a living thing, but luckily I reached in and pulled it out.

The gray thing was tangled in the base of the root leaf, and I felt that the material was metal, and it took me some more time to get it out. It's okay not to look at it, but after watching it, I was stunned for a moment, and then my face turned green......

I saw that what I fished out of my hand was a kettle...... The old iron kettle that was poured over the side of the flower wall, with a blurred figure printed on the body.

When I saw the kettle, my mind was confused, and I shook it, and there was still water in it. Unscrewed the cap, the thick smell of gagging came to my face, the water in it had already stinked, and the smell of rot in the gutter was emitted, I held my breath and hurriedly bolted the cap back.

I subconsciously snapped off the huge blades beside a few kettles to see what was still buried inside. I lay on my stomach on the ground, standing upright, reaching out and searching inside. Then, when I found that there was a soft thing behind the location of the kettle, I pressed it with my fingers a few times, and it seemed to be hard inside, and I intuitively felt a bag, and opened my fingers to drag the bag out.

After so many years, I am also afraid that the bag is old and unbearable, and I am afraid that it will fall apart halfway through, so I don't dare to pull hard. I don't know if it's a very strong relationship with the flower stems and branches or the big bag, it took a long time to get it out.

Just as I was determined to try to increase the force, my wrist stretched under the flowers was caught off guard by a strong force. I was so frightened that I didn't have time to resist for a while, and after screaming, the whole person was sucked under the flower wall. The rough branches scraped my face, and it was very uncomfortable.

Suddenly, I thought it was Feng Xin and them, but they were also hindered by the poisonous wall of flowers, so they made a move from below. I was delighted, and turned my head to look at it, coldly facing a pair of hollow depressions.

The light under the flowers was dim, but I could still tell that it was a person who was facing me. And it's a man who doesn't breathe.

A dried corpse lay in front of my eyes, and the vines of plants had passed through his body and entwined him.

My eyes slowly moved down...... Seeing that the hand of the dried corpse was on my wrist, my heart felt a lot cold, and it was this dry corpse that dragged me in.