Looking at the hideous face of the bighorn worm, I began to feel very scared in my heart, what does this guy want to do.

His eyes were definitely not gentle gazes, but the kind of desperate light that only a dead man would emit, gray, that could infect everything that had hope.

He looked at me and laughed for a long time, until goosebumps jumped out of my body, and then he suddenly turned around and strode back.

Looking at the back of the bighorn worm leaving, I was a little disappointed, and a little happy, finally I was the only one left, and finally I was abandoned by everyone, the mud was bubbling green bubbles around me, each blister was ringing the death knell of death, and life had begun to enter the countdown.

I lay my body back so hard that it was almost impossible to get out of the swamp now, and I had to stop my body from sinking rapidly in this way, and then spend the rest of my time looking back on my sinful life.

I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't, the silence around me was as if I was deaf, my sense of smell was filled with a pungent mist, my temples ached, and the blood vessels on both sides were beating for a while, as if they were about to explode at any moment.

The figure of the bighorn worm walked farther and farther away in sight, and he stepped on my heart with every step, and I wanted someone to accompany me through the final journey, and I was really unwilling to die like this.

I could see the mud around me rising little by little, which indicated that my body was constantly sinking, my feet had been squeezed by the mud and I was unconscious, I squirmed my body little by little, trying to make the mud next to me disperse and become soft, so that I could pull out my body when I exerted my strength, and I didn't want to give up the last hope at this desperate juncture.

It seems to have some effect, the upper body is lying horizontally in the swamp, and the chest is almost completely swallowed up by the swamp, but as I continue to shake slightly, my body is slowly rising, which surprises me, maybe I can still get out of the swamp if I shake it so slowly!

Things were far from being as good as I expected, this slow shaking could indeed pull my body out of the mire, but there was no focus around at all, the bighorn worm had long since disappeared, and as I continued to shake, the mire gradually receded to my waist, and continued to shake, but there was no change in the slightest, and instead of changing, the mud actually began to ...... Solidify!

I'm completely confused, this is to play me to death, even if I can stalemate with the swamp now, so as not to suffocate directly, I can't resist it from starting to become a dry and cracked state, and when this quagmire completely turns into dry soil, then I won't become a living terracotta warrior in the dirt!

This way of dying was terrible, I quickly shook my body vigorously, and tried to pull my body out of the mud with both hands on the ground, but unfortunately this method did not pull my body out, but began to sink rapidly, this kind of sinking is not the normal kind of slow sagging, as if under the mire, a hand grabbed my foot and neck, and it was trying to pull me down.

My scalp suddenly exploded, the grasp at the beginning was not obvious enough, my feet were numb and I couldn't feel clearly, but as I grabbed more and more tightly, I really felt a stiff hand pulling my foot, no, not one hand, several hands!

That hand was cold, colder than the muddy water of this swamp, and I couldn't help but snort, what the hell is this!

With all the strength of his body, he shouted: "Get out!" "Hands trying to support the ground on both sides, trying to compete with the strange hands below, but it doesn't have any effect at all, the speed of the sinking can be seen with the naked eye, the mud is slowly passing through my chest, squeezing my chest, and then slowly surging up my neck, at this moment I am really scared, my feet hurt, those hands seem to have grabbed into my flesh, they touch my bones, and my hands are buckled by a mysterious force, stuck to the ground and can't move, as the body sinks, Both arms were also imprisoned by the muddy water, and I watched as the muddy water next to my arms turned into cracked dry soil, and then literally sealed in the soil.

Slowly, the mud poured up to my neck, my jaw was about to sink in, my heartbeat was accelerating, I shouted to cheer myself up, but I couldn't even say a word, the ghost hand under me had disappeared, and instead behind me, there seemed to be a lot of people laughing, the laughter was a little gloomy, and I could tell that the laughter was chaotic, not just one person laughing.

I couldn't move, and I especially wanted to look back, this kind of mentality made me want to cry impatiently, the mud rose over my chin, slowly covered my mouth, I closed my eyes in despair, and suddenly the world turned black, in another three or five seconds, I was going to die, in an extremely sad way to end this not too sinful life, it was really enough.

The second I gave up my life, a scream rang out right in front of me, and he said, "Get out of here!" ”

The sound was like a battle horn, and it ignited the laughing crowd behind me, and I felt the wind blowing overhead, and suddenly I opened my eyes, and a group of things that looked like monkeys, but more like dwarves, were jumping over my head in droves, rushing towards the one who was screaming.

The man turned out to be a bighorn worm, and he held a compass in his hand—a compass from my previous life.

This guy is back again without fear of death, and with an invincible force in his body, has he evolved?

The mud stopped when the monkey-like gnomes attacked, and I felt like I was buried in the ground, with only one nose exposed, and I couldn't even move my mouth.

As a pair of dwarf feet passed over my head, through the gaps between people, I saw that the face of the bighorn worm was actually squirming, as if he was constantly breathing, and something disgusting like fish gills grew under his cheeks, as if he was about to turn into a worm.

Familiar thoughts came to mind once again - was the bighorn worm really a bug?

I can't help but think about it seriously, the group of monkey gnomes frantically pounced on the bighorn worm, as if they saw something fearful, from the second the bighorn worm appeared, this group of gnomes began to be restless, they were not fighting, but like expulsion, thirty or fifty gnomes lined up in a thick wall, blocking my view, I couldn't see what the bighorn worm was doing, this group of gnomes didn't seem to attack him, but were demonstrating to the bighorn worm, and their mouths made a sound like a poisonous snake spitting letters: "Hiss ~ hiss ~"

What kind of strange thing is this, from their backs, they are different from the gnomes I saw in the tomb, they are real human beings, although they are a little like monkeys, but they are more like orangutans in height and size, and their muscles are very strong, and they are completely human appearance, the only difference is that this group of people are dwarfs.

Their waists were wrapped around green, dazzling wide leaves, which reminded me of the gold belts of American boxing champions, the kind of green that I had never seen before, the green was excessive, and the green dazzled made people want to be disgusted.

They can walk freely on the swamp, or even burrow under the swamp, but they are still not human!

Could it be that in the Magic Eye, the miniature skulls and blood belong to this group of gnomes?