The smell of barbecued meat was right next to me, while another Laotian was on a tree branch not far away, screaming in horror and posing as he was about to jump into the water.

Perhaps my attention was too focused on the white light of the flares to see any anomalies around me, but after the Laotians gave me a clear warning, I sensed something was wrong. The sound of ropes around us has noticeably intensified.

I immediately shone the flashlight in the direction of the road, and the light of a flashlight could see the red color approaching us. It seems that the white light of the flare has become a rallying cry for the snakes to attack, and the snakes are closing in on us at frantic speed.

Buazon also turned on the flashlight, and in the direction he was irradiating, a swarm of red snakes also appeared. The general offensive began.

I wasn't so nervous and idiotic as that Laotian to jump. The tree we were in was overgrown with many vines coiled on its branches, and I quickly bit my flashlight in my mouth, grabbed one of the vines underneath me, and rolled over and jumped off the branch. At this moment, my feet are already suspended in the air, and there is no force to draw on, and I can see directly the water below. I spread my arms and climbed over the vine like a gibbon, and soon jumped onto another branch.

At this moment, my body's flexibility was exerted, and even Buazon was left behind me.

The other Laotian realized that he shouldn't have jumped to escape for his life after Buason and I activated the invincible mode, and shouted and shouted to follow us.

Buazon and I reached the top of the water, and we each climbed a branch, and the light of the cyclops kept scanning the water. Our goal is very similar, we are looking for something to live in. Time was running out, and if we couldn't find a single larger log in the short term, we had to venture into the water.

There are a lot of dead trees two or three meters long in the water, and we can often see short logs floating under the trees, but this kind of wood has little resistance in the whirlpool, and if we want to survive, we must find a long log that is buoyant enough to pass through the whirlpool.

Our luck was so good that soon I saw a huge dead log, which was a little far away from us, but hopefully swam past. The three of us jumped into the water almost simultaneously and swam towards the dead log.

The current here is already extremely fast, and I have to do my best to keep my balance and not be swept under the water by the small whirlpools that appear at any time. In the process of fighting the whirlpool, the two Laotians did not have any advantage, and I saw that they were not faster than me, but the speed of the giant tree was faster than that of both of us. The small swirls here have little effect on it.

Seeing the huge log pass me upstream and seem to be away from me in the blink of an eye, I no longer care whether I could maintain my balance or not, and paddled desperately in the direction of the current. But this didn't close the distance between me and the wood, but instead I was swept into the water because my body was out of control.

The water was dark, and the one-eyed beast in my mouth showed that the dead branches and leaves that had been swept into the water were tumbling and rolling, but it could not reach the bottom of the water, and the depth of the water here was beyond imagination. Fortunately, although there were many whirlpools here, they were not large, and I was able to stabilize my body and easily resurface. Then I saw a man lying on his stomach on a log.

I hurriedly raised my head and signaled my position with the one-eyed light in my mouth. Immediately I felt my shirt get caught in something. I reached up and grabbed a piece of rope. Dragged up the wood, I saw that the man on the wood was Buazon. He hooked me with a rope with a hook at one end.

When he unhooked from my clothes, I found that his hook was very cleverly designed, after the hook was forced, the three hooks had an inward closing force, and basically did not loosen. The downside is that it takes some time to unhook the hook.

I can't help Buason with this, but I'm not out of business, the other Laotian is not on the wood, and I have to hurry up and find him. The one-eyed flashlight in the hands of me and Buazon not only helped us find the big log, but also allowed me to use the flashlight to call for help, locate and be rescued. But the other Laotian was not so lucky, he should have a glow stick in his hand, the light of the glow stick is diffuse and hazy, unlike the light of the cyclops, which can directly stimulate the other person's eyes and give the clearest and most accurate information.

In addition, the light transmission distance of the glow stick is far inferior to that of the one-eyed beast, if you can't find him for a short time, and when he is thrown away by us, it will be impossible to find him again.

The wood is thick and not badly decayed, and should be able to withstand large whirlpools and waves. To increase my visibility, I climbed hard onto the wood and rode on the wood in the opposite direction to look backwards. This log, which ignores the small whirlpool, drifts so fast that the Laotians can't get faster than it, only behind.

Even though I was riding on a log, I was not satisfied with the view at this height, not even as far as I could have seen from the branches. The water and the air were pitch black, and the area swept by the one-eyed light could only be seen in front of the eyes, and it was still as black as ink outside the aperture. There are dead branches, rotten trees, and rolling waves on the water, and it is very difficult for me to distinguish a person who is floating and sinking from these visible objects, and I need to concentrate all my spirit.

Buazon joined the search after unhooking the hook, and he agreed with my judgment, and the flashlight also shone behind him. One of my fears was soon confirmed, there was no light from the glow sticks in our line of sight, and my initial fear was that the Laotians had lost the glow sticks during the escape. Of course, there is also the possibility that the Lao man fell too far away, so far that the light of the glow stick could not reach us. Whatever the reason, it means that we can't find him.

When I met the light of the cyclops in Buazon's hand, our hearts sank to the bottom. Because the two of us initially tacitly searched separately from the middle to the two sides, the two lights met again, indicating that the visible waters behind had been searched twice. I don't believe he has any chance of surviving after all this time. At least there won't be a chance of finding him.

I convinced myself that he had another chance to escape, and I had no choice but to give up, because at this moment, the whirlwind had made the wood beneath us unstable and violently swaying. We're close to the center of the swirl.

A small whirlpool has no effect on the giant tree, it can run over it without hesitation, while the large whirlpool in the heart of the water can make the giant tree lose control. I didn't see a giant vortex that could engulf it, but I did see a few that had the ability to tear it apart. If we enter this maelstrom, the consequences are also very worrying, we are powerless to change anything, but we must be ready to fight desperately at any time. Sometimes, life is a fight.

But when I turned around, I saw a little dim light in the distance.

PS: It's the second hundredth chapter, and I really want to make a summary. First of all, please make a summary for me. I'd like to hear your opinions.