"You can't get up yet, my hands are slipping." The little uncle shouted at me with a flushed face.

As soon as I heard his voice, it seemed that I really couldn't hold on, and I knew that if I continued to be ruthless, I would definitely die, and now was not the time to be ruthless, everything would wait until I went up, I bent down and clasped the hands of the little uncle tightly, and the forest behind me and Dapeng worked together, and pulled me up at once.

As soon as I came up, I saw the mess everywhere, the tent that had finally been set up had fallen, and the pot that had been erected had been turned over, only the water that had flowed all over the ground was quite neat, and then I looked at the cigarette bag and pot, he actually had an attitude of not caring about himself, looking at our embarrassment, he actually laughed stupidly, my nameless fire suddenly arose, clenched his fist, and went up to give him a punch, my punch used up my greatest strength, and hit him several steps, but he finally didn't hold on and fell.

This time I may not have hit lightly, because he lay on the ground and moaned for several minutes without getting up, after he fell, I thought that others would save him like I am, but I was too naïve, because I saw that in the minutes before and after he moaned, no one helped him to help him, not even a word of comfort, until now I know that in everyone's minds, he is a fool, a complete fool.

In those few minutes, everyone was busy setting up the tent again, and I was not in any mood at this time, not only did I feel ridiculous when I thought about it, I laughed at me for being a normal person but dealing with a fool, to be honest, I really regretted it at that moment, looking at his stupid smile after getting up, I thought, he is so pitiful.

It was getting dark, and we went into the tent after eating the gruel cooked with compressed food, and in the tent I recalled the scenes of the day, the cigarette bag and pot kicked themselves off the cliff with one kick, so how much power should this kick have?

But he only hurt a little flesh and skin, so how clever should the strength of this kick be? Listening to the little uncle, he didn't kill this kick, because he first hit the pot, then hit the tent, and finally slid down the cliff, and then everyone's attention was attracted to me, and then there was the scene where the little uncle saved me, and the little uncle said that if he really wanted me to die, then none of them had a chance to save me.

In fact, I don't deny his view in my heart, because I didn't see how the cigarette bag and pot came out, I flew out, the little uncle said, he has suffered a lot for the "cigarette bag and pot" on his waist, and his skills are also practiced step by step by being beaten, it seems that he has the consciousness of protecting this "cigarette bag and pot" in his subconscious, every time he shoots, it seems to be subconscious, as long as you don't touch his "cigarette bag and pot", you just kill him He will not fight back.

I asked him if he had ever touched the "cigarette pouch pot", and the uncle said that he had only touched it once, the pot, the tentacles were cold, extremely slippery, and under the sunlight, the pot would reflect a layer of colorful halo, which was tightly enveloped in the pot part, which was very beautiful.

The sleeping posture of the cigarette pouch and pot is very peculiar, it looks like a "ghost ghost", and the popular point of the ghost is that the dead man lies in the coffin.

He put his legs together, his hands on his abdomen, his breathing was steady, motionless, that is, he could not hear his breathing, nor could he see the tremor that he should have when he exhaled and inhaled.

I carefully touched his chest with my hand, and found that his heart was only beating faintly, and his body was a little cold and stiff, I was startled, and sat up with a "whew", at this time, the little uncle sleeping next to me patted me, signaling me not to panic, I covered my heart that was still beating wildly at the moment, and fell asleep full of doubts.

I slept very unsteadily this night, after waking up in the middle of the night, I found that the cigarette bag and pot were still sleeping in a ghostly posture, he kept his body still in the middle of the night, but his body temperature has returned to normal, what is going on, I really don't understand, but I think the little uncle must know the reason, otherwise he would not let me not panic.

Unconsciously, I fell asleep again, this time I was woken up by a sound of "Peng Peng", I woke up not only myself, I quickly opened the tent, and saw that it was already raining outside, and the raindrops of beans smashed on the tent, making a "Peng Peng" sound, and we all quickly got out of the tent to check the situation.

I saw that the woods in the distance were shrouded in thick fog, and in the rainy night when we couldn't see our fingers, we could still see the white expanse, and the cliff did not know when it had been surrounded by fog, and the fog spread with the wind, getting bigger and bigger, and it was rushing in the direction of our tent, we didn't dare to judge randomly, because no one knew whether this strange fog was poisonous or not.

The poisonous barrier under the cliff is even more white and terrifying, and the white vortex that rotates with the wind is getting faster and faster, and soon surpasses the woods and floods the mountains.

The five of us were stunned for a moment, but finally the little uncle reacted, and he shouted: "Damn it, run." ”

Run, we looked around, there is no way to run, we are on the cliff at this time, there is a cliff of dozens of meters below, and around, there is a dense fog, there are a lot of dead leaves and weeds in the woods, it may be that the humidity of the rainy day caused the fog, but the poisonous barrier under the cliff, we have seen it, from the time we entered the mountain, we have always felt very strange, this kiln ridge even has a trace of birds and insects, in the end why is this, now we finally understand, if the poison barrier below and the fog in the forest are integrated, I'm afraid that even we will become nourishment in this forest.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, just a stunned effort, our clothes have been soaked, all of them have been drenched into the soup chicken, the bean raindrops have become a pouring rain at this time, under the washing of the rain, the sludge on the cliff is also washed clean, at this moment it finally revealed the true face of Lushan, only to see that the stone cliff is all covered with dense holes, like a hornet's nest, the rain flows down this hornet's nest to the inside.

We all discovered this strange phenomenon, and soon understood that there must be something in this cliff, at this time a cold wind came to the face, the fog borrowed the wind, has rushed to the cliff, we have no time to pack the things in the tent, everyone can only take the nearest backpack to themselves, no one can take care of anyone, just swarm to the tree next to the rope, because everyone knows that the stone cave under the cliff should be safe.