PS: PS: Recently, the time has been too rushed, and I can guarantee a change every day, so I do my best. The promised additions will be extended, but they will be fulfilled. I also hope to cash in sooner, and I have decided that I don't owe any more money. Disturbing.

There is no doubt that if I were to leave now, Jack would be food or nourishment for this green vine thing.

I can tentatively conclude that these are the remnants of the vine-like thing I cut off on the green wall. I was in a hurry to save Jack, I didn't have time to observe, and I didn't think that these things would take root in Jack, I only thought they were restraining him.

Then I was so dizzy by the black liquid gushing out of the green wall of light that I was horrified by the rotting corpse of the blood-eyed monster that I didn't think much about it, and ran away with Jack on my back.

Looking at them now, except for the tiny tentacles at the tops, they are exactly the same as the vine-like things I cut off, even the same color, and of course not that long.

Seeing clearly that it was that kind of thing, I felt a lot less fear in my heart. I've cut this thing a lot at the green wall of light, and I have a psychological advantage over it. I was able to chop them like melons and vegetables, and now there is no problem.

Actually, I couldn't have chosen to go. The Laotians and Vietnamese on the other side of the underground river said that life and death were uncertain if they were optimistic, but Jack and I both knew that nine out of ten of those three people were dead, but we couldn't bear to say it, so that we would have a reason to cross the river to find them and leave a glimmer of hope for life. Giving up Jack is actually the same as giving up the last of my kind in the underground cave, and I can't do that.

I shook these things with flashlight light and they didn't react to light, which surprised me a bit. I crouched down silently and turned Jack's body on its side. I'm going to take off his jacket and see what's going on inside. I'm worried that cutting them off now will make them grow back in a while. Yes, I think Jack has become their parasite or host at the moment, and I'm going to find their roots and eradicate them once and for all.

I put one hand on Jack's shoulder and put him on his side. One hand went to zip his jacket. There was a thick layer of greasy stickiness on his clothes, which emitted an unusually pungent stench, and my stomach regurgitated acid water as I grabbed it with both hands. I didn't expect the stench on Jack's body to be worse than it was just now, I didn't feel so irritated when I ran away with him on my back.

Smoked me to the point of almost blowing my back. I had no choice but to twist my head to the side and fumbled with one hand to unzip him.

Just as I was relieved, I tightened my left wrist on Jack's shoulder, and a tingling pain followed.

I turned my head to look. The closest vine-like thing to my left hand was already wrapped around my wrist. It wasn't long yet, and it could only go around my wrist once, but after it went around my wrist, the tiny anemone-like tentacles at the tip pierced into the skin of my wrist like the fibrous roots of a plant. Blood poured out in an instant.

When I turned my head to look, the ones pierced into my skin. The tiny tentacles that tingled me suddenly pulled out of my skin, as if its purpose was to bleed me. It's as if I'm going to retreat. As the tiny tentacles left my skin, the vine-like thing, like a nimble snake, 'swooped', retreated along the trail that wrapped around my wrist.

I'm not a bold person, but I have to compare myself to anyone. Compared with the fat man, I am a good baby, but in the eyes of most people, I am a guy with big nerves.

Is it possible to bleed me and get out of it with my whole body?

In this vine-like thing. The moment it slid away from my wrist like a water snake, I twisted my wrist and grabbed it in my hand with my backhand. At the same time, I picked up the dagger with my other hand and slashed it, and I cut off something nearly a foot long and six or seven centimeters in diameter and held it in my hand. The piece that left Jack's body was like a snake with its head cut off, writhing in my hand a few times and then falling limp and still.

But when I looked at it, my face sank. On the newly cut incision, I saw not only green, but also a faint red. It's not my blood, it's Jack's, and this thing is absorbing Jack's nutrients to grow.

There's no time to delay, any further delay will kill Jack. I shook off the soft stuff in my hand and took off my Czech coat against the unbearable stench. Wearing only a short-sleeved skinny T-shirt inside, he was lying on the ground with seven large bags bulging out of his back, six of which were swaying like flags on them, and six green vine-like things fluttered.

The seven bags were evenly distributed, almost occupying his back and making his skinny T-shirt seem to burst. The dress was so tight on him that he couldn't take it off.

I slipped the t-shirt open with a dagger up from the hem of his t-shirt. The skinny T-shirt with spandex was already extremely stretchy, but now Jack's back seemed to be stuffed with a few leather balls, and as my dagger slashed through the skinny T-shirt, the T-shirt seemed to disappear all at once, shrinking into a small piece of fabric and spreading on the ground, and Jack's back suddenly appeared in front of me.

The next moment, I jumped involuntarily. Looking at Jack's back, I couldn't help but feel creepy.

Yes, the vine-like stuff had taken root on Jack's back, and their roots, if they were roots, were seven protrusions the size of a fist. The bumps were no longer green, but blood-colored brown, and they were so tightly integrated to Jack's back that the bulges and skin were not clearly two distinct individuals.

What makes me jump and creep out is the edge where the bulge meets the skin. The skin and bumps are intertwined, you have me, I have you, and they are knotted in a circle of white and brown, which looks like a circle of welding. The weld marks are clear and dense, as if the two are welded into a whole.

I was determined to cut them off and save Jack, but I still didn't know what to do. It seems that to cut down the vine-like things and root them, they will have to dig seven holes in Jack's back and rip off seven pieces of flesh.

Jack's face was facing the other side, and I could only see a small half of his face upward. There was no expression on his swollen face, but I still felt the need to ask for his opinion, as I wanted to say something to him, whether he could hear it or not. Because I cut down these vine-like things this time, the most likely result is that these parasites are destroyed by me, and at the same time, Jack also dies at my hands.

"Jack, you've got grass on your back, I'll weed you. If you don't object, I'll just say yes. "I can't get any more out of that. Along the way, I know he's a guy who can joke around, and if he can hear it, I hope he enjoys it.

"If possible, pray that your god will bless you, and if your god forsakes you, go over there and get me a good bed, I think... I'll be there soon. ”

With that, I lit up my dagger and walked towards Jack. (To be continued......)