In addition to some food and mineral water, each person also came with four flashlights, a roll of rope, and a set of clean clothes. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info The three of us are in a hurry, but we are not prepared for anything. At that moment, the fat man sighed: "It's still a woman who is careful, but I didn't expect it to be quite well prepared." ”

Cui Linghong glanced at him angrily, and urged: "Check your equipment, if it's okay, let's hurry up." ”

When I set off, I was far more excited than nervous. After all, it was the first time to prepare to go to the grave, and for me without any experience, this was simply the best opportunity to gain insight and show my skills. As for the fat man and the thin monkey, the two of them are probably used to it, after all, they have been involved in this kind of thing before. But what I didn't expect was that we all climbed in this deep mountain and old forest for more than half an hour, and Cui Linghong, the little girl, was stunned and didn't even take a breath.

This not only made me more curious about this woman, but this woman is becoming more and more difficult.

It's late spring, and the dew is heavy at night. Several of us were almost soaking wet, which slowed us down. Because the dew was too heavy, none of us found any trace of the wave of people in front of us.

As we walked and searched for the trail of the wave of people in front of us, there was a sudden sound of a strange request. The sound was like the sound of sand falling on the leaves of a tree. And the sound is getting closer and louder to us.

I secretly screamed in my heart, and this voice revealed a strange energy. I didn't have time to think about it at the moment, so I shouted at the three of them, "Hurry up the tree!" Without waiting for them to react, I jumped up to a very tall tree next to me.

When I climbed up, I found that all of them, except for the fat man, had already climbed up the tree. At this time, the sound was very close to us, and I could even feel the shaking of the ground, if I didn't live in modern times, I would have doubted that I had arrived at the ancient battlefield, because this sound sounded like thousands of troops galloping when I got closer.

The tree that the fat man chose was quite smooth, and his skills were not very flexible, so he couldn't climb to the branch at all. If this continues, this grandson will not be drowned out in this huge source of sound. I thought to myself, damn it, I can't let the fat man fold here anyway. So, he jumped down from the tree again. Before he landed, he hurriedly shouted: "Turn off the flashlight!" ”

When the fat man saw me jumping down again, he yelled, "You're crazy, hurry back!" ”

I didn't have time to deal with him, and when I came down, I had already tied a knot in the branch. But pulling the knot up and down, I saw the fat man crawling around and still in place. I didn't have time to think about anything else, so I grabbed his hand and pulled him under the tree I had climbed up earlier. Luckily, the woods are extremely dense and the two trees we chose are not too far apart. I pulled the fat man over and tied the other end of the rope around his waist and kicked him in the ass.

"Stop, get up there!" I kicked the fat man under the tree and roared.

By this time, the sound was so close to us that I could even feel the gusts of wind from the incessant galloping of thousands of horses.

The fat man also began to work hard this time, and he climbed up the tree without talking nonsense. I pulled the other end of the rope on his other side, and as I climbed up under him, I pulled the rope to help him. When the fat man finally went up, I couldn't pull the rope anymore in case I pulled the grandson off the tree again.

By the time I let go of the rope and was about to grit the trunk of the tree, the sound was already at my feet. In the midst of an air raid that had nowhere to be borrowed in less than a second, a hurricane almost blew me under the tree. Luckily, I was in good shape, and then I twisted my waist and hugged the trunk. But at this time, I felt a huge pain in my calf, like someone taking a knife to cut the flesh and pulling the meridians with red-hot pliers.

I once read in books about the scale of pain, which said that mosquito bites are level 1 and pregnant women give birth level 12. I can't relate to the pain of giving birth, but I'm sure my pain level is 14. The pain almost didn't make me faint, and I bit out my teeth to keep them from falling under the tree.

At this moment, I don't know where the strength comes from. I climbed up the tree in three or two clicks, and I guess this is the potential of the human body to burst out in a desperate situation.

When I got to the tree, I was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the pain struck again. This time it almost didn't make me roll under the tree, and this time I'm on fire. Grab it directly at the calf, and the place where you start is like a gourd-like thing. It's just that the carapace is much stronger than that of the gourd, and it seems to have a lot of thorny feet. I can at least break an apple with this grab, but I can't scratch the thing in my hand. But it was able to rip it off my calf, and now that it's in my hands, I don't believe it can still get out of my hands. I clutched it and let it struggle desperately in my hands. I don't have time to settle accounts with it right now, because there are tens of thousands of the same kind of thing. As they passed under the tree we were, even the towering tree, which neither of us could hold together, shook or shook.

I was holding the branch with my other hand, and I didn't have time to check my calf. Luckily, I had already grabbed it in my hand, and there was no pain in my calf, so I didn't fall off the tree. Just such a thing, it almost killed me. If it falls, the consequences are unimaginable.

The trees swayed, and a hurricane with a fishy smell blew between us. The smell is disgusting, and if I had the choice, I'd rather stay in a pile of rotting dead snakes. Because the smell is like pouring into your mouth and nose through a hurricane, and you can't hold your breath.

I grabbed the hand of the thing, and there was more and more force. This gourd-like thing is far more powerful than I imagined. If I hadn't been wearing rubber gloves, I'm sure I would have been covered by the barbs on its feet.

"I'll settle accounts with you in a while****** Lao Tzu won't let you survive or die, so Lao Tzu won't be surnamed Zhao." I said viciously in my heart, but whether this account can be settled, I don't have any bottom in my heart. The force of this thing was so great that it almost struggled out of my hand several times. Before I know what this thing is, I don't dare let it run out of my hands even if I fall under a tree myself.

If this thing escapes from my hands and tells the tens of thousands of unprovoked things below, I guess the four of us will end up with no bones left. But I'm not afraid that this thing can teleport over long distances or something, because the tens of thousands of unknown things running around are just too big. The loud sound is like throwing you into a bronze bell several meters high, and a bunch of people next to you are ringing on it.

In the huge hurricane with the extremely disgusting stench, while enduring the loud sound that made the eardrums almost burst, I had to hold the branches to prevent the giant tree from being thrown to the ground by the shaking, and I also had to hold the unknown gourd-like thing in my hand. Several times I almost couldn't hold on and fell under the tree, but it didn't take long. From the time I got the fat man into the tree, eight or nine seconds had passed at most.

Eight or nine seconds seemed to me as long as eight or nine centuries had passed, and my whole arm was numb and no one felt anything, and the reason why I was still holding the branch was completely instinctive. By a little moonlight, I saw that the fat man was not far away, his limbs wrapped around a branch the thickness of an arm, and he was also desperately holding on.

I'm not worried that this grandson will fall, although he is not very flexible, but since I got him to a tree, I can hold him tightly and not fall. And because I had an injury in one leg and had to grasp it with one hand, I had a lot more trouble than the fat man.