For the first time after the injury, I stretched out my right arm vigorously, and a sharp pain that pierced my nerves made me dizzy, and sweat came out in the cold rain. I felt all the cold, a kind of cold after extreme collapse.

I couldn't help but shout. In a hoarse voice, my outstretched right hand grabbed a vine coiled around the trunk. The pain left my nerves tormented in pain, and every time I stretched out my right arm upward, it was like torture. I screamed and climbed up, gradually following Buazon.

The banyan tree was very tall, and in the gray light I saw that the Laotians in front of me had climbed to the canopy and were crawling along a horizontal branch towards the edge of the canopy. There was a branch of an adjacent tall plant. From my point of view, the two branches were more than five meters apart, and I couldn't imagine how he could jump over them.

I knew what the Laotians were for, and I guessed what they were going to do from the moment I saw them climb up. The banyan tree was very tall, and the canopy spread out so much that it was impossible to see too clearly at night, except for a rough idea of how close it was to the canopy of the neighboring tree. But we didn't have a way out, and even if we couldn't jump into the adjacent tree, we had to climb up, even if it was temporary safety.

Seeing that I had regained my ability to climb independently, Bu Asong also picked up speed, and the two Laotian mountain climbers were equally agile in climbing mountains and trees, and soon left me behind. At this time, the violent shaking below suddenly stopped, which was not good news, it must be that the python got rid of the trouble of the rain cloth and pounced on me at high speed. Its body is silent only when it crawls.

I didn't look down, and no stimulus at this point would add any strength to me. I kept my eyes on the man at the front, I didn't know if I had escaped with my life, but I knew that if two Laotians couldn't get along, I wouldn't be able to. Hoarse shouts kept coming out of my mouth, and the air currents washed away the rain that flowed into my mouth, and the pain was so great that I had to make a sound to vent it, or I would collapse or be unable to hold on. Shouting is the most enjoyable way to vent your emotions, and maybe crying can also release pain, but my expression is probably more ugly than crying.

The Lao man in the front hangs from the horizontal canopy, his hands and feet hooked to the branches, and in the pouring cold rain, he moves towards the edge of the canopy like a leaf that will be blown off at any moment. His movements were very light, and I was terrified to watch, as if he could fall at any moment. There was no longer any support under him, and at this time I could see the height of the banyan tree, about thirty-five meters. Falling will plunge directly into the silt of the swamp without any suspense.

The Lao man had been hanging and climbing to the top of the tree, which was overwhelmed by his weight and bent down so much that it seemed to break off in the next moment. The screams in my mouth grew louder involuntarily, and I didn't know if I was nervous, or if I wanted to remind him, or if it was just a spasm of my vocal cords caused by a great pain. But at that moment, my movements were noticeably faster, like a stimulated rooster, and the adrenaline rush of the Laotian's adventurous actions was stimulated.

As I got closer to the Laotians, my vision became more and more blurred, and as I approached the canopy, the foliage suddenly thickened, severely obstructing my vision. I only saw the Lao man pull something out of his waist and throw it at the treetops opposite. Then suddenly I heard a louder voice than my shout. It was Buazon's voice, who stopped not far above my head, shouting at me with a hideous face.

He leaned his back against the trunk, fastened himself to the trunk with two feet and one hand, and held the machete high in the other, as if to split me in half. Of course, I knew that his target was the python behind me, but the most meaningful signal he gave me was that the python was catching up, and I didn't even notice it. But his weapon is too weak, and using it against a python is no different than dying, but his reminder is timely, because I still have a little means to delay the python.

I have two hand-held flares in my backpack. This thing burns very hot, and can give a python an unexpected surprise, although not enough to make it deadly, it will definitely make it feel very excited. Of course, the premise is to burn its sore spots, preferably its eyes, which is too difficult, and the distance that can reach its eyes is estimated to be close to his mouth. In fact, throwing it in the mouth is also a good choice.

I can't hold myself in place with my back to the trunk of a tree like Buazon. After all, one of my arms is in a semi-crippled state. I put one foot in a solid tree hole, the other on a branch, my right arm around the trunk, and my left hand reached into my backpack and felt for a flare. The waterproof treatment of the signal canister is very reliable, and it is difficult to unpack at this time, because I did the waterproof treatment, and I can only scold myself at this time. I even used my teeth to remove the waterproof layer on the outside, and at this time, the huge python's body coiled around the tree a few times, and a ghost appeared two or three meters away from me.

The closer I got to the canopy, the brighter the sky became, and for the first time, the python appeared so clearly in front of my eyes. Its scales are brown, and its head is slightly flattened into an oval shape, not the thin, flat head of a venomous snake, but a head full of savage power. Its eyes were slightly smaller than my fists, glowing black, like a pair of dead things, without any emotion, without any emotion, staring at me motionlessly, as if what it was staring at was not a living thing. The tongue is as thick as a finger, and it stretches and contracts like a scythe of death. Its body coiled up the trunk in a circle, and on its body, which was slightly thinner than the trunk, I saw a wide band of red scales on its back. It reminds me of the crimson snake that surrounded and nearly attacked me.

At this time, the head of the python rose silently like a periscope, and its posture facing me and its expressionless and cold eyes did not change in the slightest, except that the perspective of the two of us changed, and in the blink of an eye it was in a top-down perspective. It was as if its body had elongated, and before I could see it climb up, its head was raised high in front of me, and it was facing me in a powerful bow or S shape. I actually thought of the big (small) S, I'm so nervous.

I think the next moment it will pounce on me.

At this moment, the world was quiet. The sound of my screams, the frightened cries of Buazon, the sound of rain like the slope of the heavenly river, the sound of the python's tongue stretching and retracting like the sound of death asking for his life. All these sounds disappeared from my ears. I had a brief deafness in my hearing, but my brain was unusually clear, and I could even say that I had never been so awake in my life. I have a clear idea of what I'm going to do next and how to time it best, down to the second. PS: Don't say anything else, please don't be too dismal on Monday.