The old cat didn't say anything specifically. I pondered for a while, and had a very ridiculous idea.

This little monster has egg sheaths, hairy heads, and can even spray poison, this is simply a big bug, I suspect that his body has mutated, and has a similar structure to a bug.

But I've never seen anything like this happen when I'm so old, could it be that I'm thinking too much?

I looked at the dead body of the little weirdo, and my head grew for a moment. The iron donkey thought of something else, and he looked back at the tree hanging the rope, and said that we had only climbed one tree just now, and we had made a little strange man. Could it be that this thing is hidden in other trees as well? Like silkworms, they hide in chrysalis that look like tree bark?

The old cat and I couldn't give a definite answer, and we didn't want to go back to verify anything, so we prepared a little and didn't want the corpse of the little weirdo, and continued to go deeper.

This time it was a long walk, and after at least five miles, the surroundings changed. It's still a forest, but the trees have a lot of white flowers.

Some of the white flowers also fell and fell on the weeds among the trees, and these weeds were also white.

It is said that seeing this kind of scenery, especially stimulated by pure white, will make people feel a sense of openness, but on the contrary, I have a strong sense of desolation in my heart, especially when the breeze blows, which makes me shiver.

I'm not used to it, both the old cat and the iron donkey saw it. The old cat also pointed to these trees and said, "Don't worry too much, it's normal to be uncomfortable walking under such trees." ”

I asked him why he said that, and what else is the name of the tree?

The old cat replied, "This is a characteristic of the Yunnan-Guichuan region, and the scientific name of the tree is Vietnamese benzoin." Then he deliberately emphasized the word rest, and let me figure out the rest of the meaning.

When I heard the rest, I was not at ease, and my heart said, "Isn't that a description of the dead?"

We didn't stop, we kept walking, and gradually, my feet became hot, as if two invisible streams of heat were drilling into my feet and necks.

I look at the iron donkey, and his head is full of sweat. I asked him, "Is it hot?" The iron donkey asked me inexplicably, "What's hot?" ”

Do I think he's teasing me? The brain is so virtuous, and he said that he didn't feel anything. I pointed to the door of his head.

After the iron donkey touched it a few times, he found that the sweat was dripping. His face changed, and he told me that he really didn't feel the heat.

It's a problem, and it's not just him, it's the old cat too. We analyzed it and there are two explanations.

First, after the little weirdo sprinkled poison on us, this poison made the iron donkey and the old cat's body numb, and I escaped this catastrophe with special blood; The second is that there is something wrong with the forest of benzoin, and the white flowers in it are poisonous or something.

To test which guess was more reliable, the old cat told us to pause our march, and he ran over a tree and swished up again.

This time, he also learned to be smart, biting the knife in his mouth, so that if there was danger, he could touch the weapon as soon as possible.

Iron Donkey and I stood under the tree and looked up, and there was no swamp gas around, and Iron Donkey also raised his rifle, which was a kind of double insurance.

I don't have to climb trees or hold a gun, so I don't have anything to do for a while. I'll take a look around while I have time.

I turned my head to look at it by accident, and saw a head poking out from behind a tree in the distance. She was a woman, with a disheveled hair and a bloodless face.

There was a buzz in my head, not only did I think of a ghost, but she was exactly the same face I had seen the other night in front of my bedroom in the rental room.

I thought to myself, did she follow us all the way?

When I was thinking about something, I also blinked my eyes a few times, and every time my eyes were closed, the female ghost even cooperated with a teleportation movement.

For example, this time I saw her hiding under this tree, and when she closed her eyes and opened them again, she moved to another tree to hide.

I'm scared, especially of the speed of this female ghost, if she rushes over and sneaks up on us, wouldn't it be easy?

I couldn't help but mutter to the iron donkey and ask him to look back. The iron donkey didn't want to turn back, and he didn't think it was interesting to turn back, but when I forcibly dragged it and looked back, I also saw the female ghost.

At this time, the female ghost was very close to us, just behind a tree more than ten meters away, the iron donkey was so frightened that he cursed, raised his rifle and sneered.

The bullets are all going for the female ghost. But the evil thing is that she disappeared. I asked the Iron Donkey where the enemy was, and the Iron Donkey said that he couldn't see it clearly.

Our actions were even more seen by the old cat. He had climbed to the top of the tree, and was reaching for a handful of white flowers. He didn't stay in the tree for long, and swooped down.

He asked me and the iron donkey, "What's going on?" ”

The two of us told us about the situation just now, but now there is no proof of death, and the old cat thinks that it is the two of us who have seen the difference.

I think it's very unlikely that something will go wrong, especially if it's not just me and the iron donkey's eyes, otherwise how could it be so coincidental that both of our eyes are broken?

The iron donkey and I both expressed their opinions on this issue, and the old cat put the white flower in his mouth and chewed it as he listened. He's a bit of an "evil crooked". It is estimated that he has survived in the wild for a long time and realized it on his own.

He chimed in, "This white flower is not poisonous. The implication is that the perception of his and the iron donkey's body is so weak, which may be related to the poisonous blood of the little monster.

I have just examined their bodies, and they are all signs of non-toxicity, so to be more safe, I will let them sit under the tree, and I will get them some medicine to eat.

I was crouching and turning my chest pouch when there was a click on the top of my head, and something had fallen. I looked up and chuckled.

The tree we were sitting on had its white flowers changing color and turned red, and some of the white flowers were still condensed with small red blood droplets. And it was these drops of blood that just clicked my head.

This environment was so scary that not only did I not squat, but the iron donkey and the old cat also stood up.

We looked around, and all the benzoin around us was changing color, and even the white weeds on the ground were turning red. Originally, it was taboo to walk here, because there were two words of rest. Now that we look at it, we feel even more like we're at the entrance to hell.

We didn't know how to get out for a while, there were blood trees all around, and there was nowhere to escape.

And that's not all, the old cat pointed to the distance and said, "Look! ”

The iron donkey and I looked over with a restless disposition, and a dark figure appeared in the distance, he seemed to be running, and a black cloud appeared behind him, following him closely.

What this black cloud is, I can't tell for a while, but looking at the posture, this person and Yiyun are likely to be connected, not like a chase and escape relationship.

The old cat said let's stop moving, find a place to hide and see the situation.

I didn't agree with the old cat's idea, but the iron donkey nodded, they were two to one, and I had to accept it. We didn't bother to find a place, so we squatted down under the tree again.

There is also blood grass here, which is also convenient to cover our whereabouts.

We stayed up, and after about a cigarette, the man got closer, and I could see closely, and the black shadow turned out to be a swarm.

They are all flying black worms.

Let's talk about this man, he is not tall, but he is not as strange as the little weirdo, he just has a bulging forehead, and has the characteristics of a southern man.

He didn't notice us, and finally stood up thirty or fifty meters away, sat down on the ground at random, and whistled a few times at the insects.

The swarm was very obedient, and they scattered in all directions, and they all ran to the blood flowers and blood plants, and attached themselves to it. I'm guessing they're drinking the juice from it.

We also brought binoculars with us this time, and the iron donkey quietly turned it out. We'll take turns looking at it.

I didn't see any information, but the iron donkey and the old cat both came to a conclusion, saying that the one in front of them was a reckless man.

I was shocked when I heard this, and before I came, I also looked at the information of the reckless people on the Internet, but there were not many records, only that they were the last primitive people in China.

I thought they all had to carry a stick or a stone axe, wear tiger skin skirts like the Monkey King, and wander around blindly hunting all day long, but the reckless people in front of me clearly told me that they would have a lot of things, at least some experience in deworming.

We're in the shadows right now, and it's easy to kill a reckless man, with just one bullet, but that's not what we want.

We must communicate with them, enter their tribes, and find the medicine and thaumaturgy we want. And I suddenly became optimistic, saying that reckless people know a lot, maybe their thaumaturgy will be of substantial use to Jiang Shaoyan.

We can't just hide like that, especially when the black worms are scattered. Let's discuss, don't choose any time, quickly stand up and walk over.

But the fact that we acted together so tacitly made the reckless people find out and be startled.