I think the iron donkey is a light statement, what five people? If you can't get the evil monarch, they will all be dragged away from here, as well as Jiang Shaoyan and the old cat.

I felt a sense of fear in my heart, and I thought, what had happened to them? How big would the bug be if it was attacked by a swarm alone? How is it possible to drag them?

We can't just analyze here, it's just just talking and not doing anything. The meaning of the iron donkey, let's be clever and follow along the road to see.

I was a little stunned, but I also understood the importance of this and responded to it.

The iron donkey took the lead, and was also responsible for identifying the traces, and I followed behind, and for a while I had nothing else to do, but was responsible for raising my gun and being vigilant.

It's been a long way, not to mention half a mile. Along the way, we found a few more strange places, all of which were sticky liquids stuck to the bushes, which made it clear to me that the iron donkey was on the right path. In addition, as you go deeper, the bushes become denser and taller.

Finally we came to a "bush wall", and even with our feet crossed, we couldn't see the other side, and the iron donkey said that we had to go through it, because we were all dragged through.

I'm a little pessimistic now, think about it, normal people are dragged so far away, even if it's just grinding on the ground, it's enough.

The iron donkey looked at me a little stunned, and pulled me as a reminder, and then squeezed into the bush wall first.

Some of the branches here have small barbs on them, and I was afraid that the iron donkey would be punctured, so I helped on the sidelines. I deliberately tucked my hand into my sleeve and picked up the bushes for him through the sleeve.

The iron donkey was still scratched a few times, but not too severely. He poked the top half of his body out first, but soon, his body shook, as if he was frightened by something, and hurriedly shrank back.

The two of us looked at each other, and the iron donkey took a few deep breaths, calmed down, and said to me, "Apprentice, you are ready, no matter what you see for a while, you must be calm, just like me!" ”

I think his words have the opposite effect, but it adds a lot of pressure to me, and he is really embarrassed to say that he is calm, how can he explain it?

I just nodded. We didn't care whether the barbs were barbed or not, and the iron donkey took the lead, and I followed the place where he had walked, and then drilled over.

There are no more bushes here, but the edge of the forest, but there is a sparse tree-to-tree relationship. I didn't feel anything about the trees, but the big white chrysalis hanging down from some of the trees scared me.

They are all about the height of a person, but the size is not fixed, some are large and some are small, some are wide and some are narrow. There is also a silk thread as thick as a baby's wrist that attaches to the top of them and hangs them up.

I counted the preliminary numbers, and there were ten large white pupae that I could find, and as soon as I contacted them, I had a bad premonition.

I didn't communicate anything with the iron donkey, and I leaned over to the nearest big white chrysalis. When it came to the bottom of it, the iron donkey reached out and tried to touch it, but it was not so tall, and it was almost a little bit closer.

The iron donkey was carrying a rifle with a scope, and he simply raised the gun high and patted the white chrysalis.

The sound that could be heard was a little muffled, indicating that there was something inside, and there was also mucus scattered on the outside of the big white chrysalis, and after the iron donkey took the gun back, it was all stained on the barrel of the gun.

The iron donkey had to wipe the gun with his hands, but the mucus was too thick and sticky. He cursed, squatted down again, grabbed a handful of dirt and rubbed it vigorously.

If Jiang Shaoyan is present, with his superb climbing skills, he will definitely go up to the tree to cut off the silk thread and let the big chrysalis fall. But there are also barbs on the trunk of this tree, and neither of us dares to climb it.

I made a suggestion, I stood on the shoulder of the iron donkey, found another branch, and tried to poke the thread with it to see if it had any effect.

The iron donkey kept observing the thread, shook his head and said that he didn't have to work so hard, and immediately raised his gun.

This rifle also had the added benefit of carrying a muffler, and he snorted and fired a shot, which hit the silk thread right and broke it.

The big white chrysalis fell quickly, and I would have reached out my hands to catch it. Seeing it getting closer and closer, I retreated.

What I thought was, if I really want to catch it, I'll have to hold it really if I can't get it, and then I'm not covered in slime?

At the critical moment, I withdrew my hand. The big white chrysalis slammed to the ground.

The iron donkey and I both saw that there was movement inside the big white chrysalis, as if something was writhing.

We didn't bother with this, and both crouched down next to it. This time we studied it carefully with the light energy of the flashlight, and the material of this white chrysalis reminded me of silk, but it was rougher and tougher, and I tried to pull it, but I found that it couldn't be pulled at all.

The iron donkey had taken out the dagger and wanted to find a place to poke it in and cut it open to see what was inside.

But he couldn't do it for a long time, because the contents were very close to the sack, and his dagger was too sharp, so don't go down and stab the contents with a knife.

I had a trick to get the iron donkey to put away the dagger and pull the scalpel out of his breast sac.

In the past, when performing autopsies, I often did bone and flesh strips, and I had similar experiences, but the difference was that this peel could not hurt the individuals inside.

I told the iron donkey to wait patiently for a while, and I tilted the scalpel slightly to find a place and swished it.

At first, the first few knives were all slime, but gradually, I made a tear and cut down the edges, allowing it to slowly expand.

When the crack was about a foot long, I put away my knife and used force with the iron donkey to break it open.

The stickiness inside the big white chrysalis was even greater, and we also saw a person sealed inside, and the crack was close to his chest.

We broke the rift and separated his chest from the rift, but there was still countless sticky hanging between them, and it was disgusting to look at. I also know this man, a little dwarf under the evil king.

I took the opportunity to look at the other big white chrysalis, and needless to say, what was hidden in them must be someone else.

My fear suddenly increased a lot. What is a pupa? I know very well and also think of silkworms. But how big is the silkworm that can spit out such a big chrysalis to seal people?

The iron donkey didn't break the crack anymore, stood up and raised the rifle, and traced it around, and once there was movement around him, and a super silkworm appeared, I believe he would definitely shoot all the bullets out of one shot.

I didn't get up, I wanted to get the little man out as soon as possible, and then I would do the same to save the others.

I was worried that the little man had been suffocated to death, so I touched his neck with my hand. His breathing was weak, but there was no sign of suffocation. I'm a little curious about this big white chrysalis, although it is partially covered in mucus, it still has a breathable function, which is incredible.

I was very slow to save people, and by the time I barely pulled the little man out of half of his body, he was so tired that he was sweating.

During this time, we did not encounter danger, and it also made me feel a little relieved. The meaning of the iron donkey, the little man put it like this first, and he pointed to the four big chrysalis in the distance, which were larger than the circle, and told me to go and take a look.

These four chrysalis are either the evil king and the hunchbacked old man, or Jiang Shaoyan and the old cat.

I agreed with the Iron Donkey, and we got up to go that way, but after a few steps, I heard a snap, and the Iron Donkey staggered back a few steps uncomfortably.

I turned my head to see a thread around his neck the size of a baby's wrist, which had come from the bush wall.

The iron donkey was strangled by it, and his breathing was not smooth, and the force on the silk thread kept increasing, and the iron donkey's feet slipped and fell to the ground.

Silk thread dragged the iron donkey like this, trying to drag him to the bush wall. I was in a hurry, and rushed over to pull the silk thread and tug-of-war with it.

I could have grabbed it, but it suddenly accelerated, and the last thing I could pull was the feet of the iron donkey.

In this way, I don't dare to exert myself, otherwise I will undoubtedly strangle the iron donkey to death if I exert myself with the silk thread. I got entangled, the silk thread didn't give me time to think about it, and the strength increased again.

I couldn't help it, so I let it go. The iron donkey sneered and slid forward, but he was not a master to be slaughtered.

He didn't want the gun, and reached for his waist with both hands. After taking out the dagger, he danced and slashed at it. The sharpness of the dagger helped, and after a few strokes, the thread broke.

The iron donkey was a little confused, but he could still get up from the ground persistently. I was rushing towards him when I happened to pass by the rifle.

I picked up the gun, called out to Donkey, and skimmed the gun again.

After the iron donkey took the gun, he quickly took aim, in fact, I suspect that he pulled the trigger without finding the target, and fired at the bush wall.

There was no super silkworm rushing out of the bush wall, but after one bullet went down, green liquid spilled out of the bush, indicating that the target was hit.

The iron donkey and I were very nervous, next to each other. The iron donkey kept raising his gun, and motioned to me to quickly untie his neck, where there was still silk thread.

I told him to stop and slash up with a scalpel. But we didn't stop for long, and all of a sudden, there was movement in the trees next to us.

There was a place that looked like tree bark, and all at once it came to life, and a white mass erupted from it.

It was running towards the iron donkey, the speed was very fast, the iron donkey was caught off guard and hit again, and the position was too right, and it was all pasted on the face.

The iron donkey wanted to bark, but could only snort. He couldn't see anything, he just raised his gun and shot at it by impression.

This time there was no longer an accurate head, and most of the bullets missed. I also had a gun, and I fired a few rounds of ammunition.

But the bark didn't react anymore. The iron donkey's whole face was sealed, and he couldn't stay up for too long, and his body shook again under the lack of oxygen.

I knew that if I didn't get rid of the mucus in time, the iron donkey's life would be in danger. I yelled for him to lie down quickly, and I also reached out to help him and guide him.

At this time, the iron donkey did not panic, and immediately did as I said.

I wanted to wipe it directly, but I didn't think it was appropriate, so I took it off and wiped it in the face of the iron donkey.

The white slime was so sticky, and it took me a lot of effort to clean up the mucus near his mouth.

The iron donkey was able to open his mouth to breathe at this time, and asked me, "What's going on?" ”

I looked at him, told him it was okay, and tried to go ahead and clean his eyes and nose, but I had just done it. There was a rustling sound in several places around it, as if something was about to come out.