What I'm afraid of is what the Laotians are afraid of. He's desperately trying to get away from us, and what changes does me and Buazon frighten him?

It seems to me that Buazon has not changed much, and if there is one thing that has changed, it is that he almost choked to death with water, and his face was terrifyingly pale. As for me, I guess my face is not much better. The problem was that he couldn't have seen me and Buazon, let alone our faces. It was dark like a cloud of ink, and all he could see was the light of a white, blinding one-eyed beast.

With the Laotian in front of me shifting a little bit, I finally figured out what he was doing with his stroke, and he wasn't able to increase his speed, but was trying to change direction. In this way, Buazon and I can only sigh that our wood is too big for us to change its direction.

The Laotian's behaviour was beyond my ability to think, and the only thing I could tell was that we would get farther and farther apart, and even if I and Buazon were to outrun him in speed, we wouldn't have a chance to meet him.

I struck Buazon with the one-eyed beast to stop his useless work and gestured to tell him my judgment.

This message I gave him was devastating, and Buazon immediately recognized my judgment and shouted desperately at the Laotians in front. I could see that he was shouting desperately, but the shouting was drowned out by the loud sound of water like a mosquito, and I couldn't hear him clearly when I was so close to him.

I understand Buazon's mood at the moment, and I can hear from his shouts that it is helpless and desperate. I didn't stop him, and I wasn't in the same mood. Just let him vent out.

Suddenly, the Laotians in front did not move. The log he was lying on was much smaller in length and diameter than ours, and he could easily paddle with his hands on the wood. If we lay on this log, we couldn't reach the water on either side, so we had to use a long stick to pad if we wanted to paddle with the help of a long stick, and we could only paddle from one side.

Now, the Laotians on the wood in front of them are lying on the wood as if they have lost their strength, and most of the wood is submerged in the water, and the limbs of the Laotians hang down from both sides of the wood into the water, and their bodies are also faintly floating in the water. The two glow sticks in his hand poked weakly into the water, emitting a light light in the water, and then the light was shattered by the rolling water, turning into countless light patterns and bright spots in the water.

My one-eyed flashlight has been shining on him very dutifully, and naturally I can see that he has been paddling desperately, and at this moment his performance is undoubtedly exhausted, and there is no longer a trace of strength. But when I saw this scene, I had a strange feeling.

I grew up in a southerner in a northern coastal city. It's a bit of a mouthful, right, but it can be explained in one sentence. Boys who grow up near the sea must have two essential skills, swimming and fishing. At least all of my peers I know have both skills.

There are two types of fishing: day and night. Night fishing requires the bait or float to glow, otherwise the bait will not be visible to the fish that hunt at night. Sometimes they even turn on their headlights to illuminate a sea surface to help the fish see the bait and attract them to it.

When I saw the light from the glow sticks in the two hands of the Laotians, I suddenly had the feeling of seeing the glowing bait of night fishing. I was amazed at the sudden thought of myself. But I was all too familiar with this kind of scene, and I prayed that I thought too much. Fear chilled my heart.

The wood of the Laotians in front of us is no longer in a straight line, and the two logs are now spaced apart and side by side. At this time, the Lao man on the wood in front of him suddenly turned his face to the other side, and his face was facing our side.

The light of the cyclops made his eyes squint slightly, and his face was very white, the kind of white that had no blood, as if the melanin on the Laotian's original face had been blistered away. And this white face smiled weirdly at us.

I couldn't imagine what his smile was conveying, but I could tell that his expression was prostration, half of his face was not in the water, but he was still panting violently. The water could choke on his lungs at any moment, and he didn't seem to have the strength to lift his head, so he put his head on the side of the wood.

What's going on? Is he glad he stayed away from us? His expression now, in my opinion, is that he has finally gotten rid of us and relaxed.

I was shocked by his expression, and all kinds of thoughts flashed through my head, all of which were bad feelings. Buazon also had a bad feeling, and he had stopped shouting, his eyes wandering around the other Laotian, looking for something.

I immediately understood what Buason meant, and I enlarged the aperture of the flashlight very cooperatively, and suddenly the illuminated area around the Laotians increased dramatically. Although the increased aperture of the cyclops will reduce the overall brightness of the flashlight, the distance between us is so close at present, and in the dark environment, the light of the cyclops appears to be abruptly bright.

The water around the Laotians is very clean, in fact, there are very few debris on the water surface here, and most of the debris has not been swept into the bottom of the water, and it is a miracle that the Laotians have not been swept under the water before. The current is very fast, and new small whirlpools are constantly generated in the process of flowing, and white foam is rarely seen on the surface of the water, and even some white waves are quickly broken, and it cannot form foam floating on the water.

The surface of the water is clean, clean like a table that has been wiped a hundred times, and if it is still, it can reflect a person's face. However, we could not see anything under the water, and the angle of my flashlight was too small when it hit the position of another Laotian, and the penetration of the water surface was greatly weakened. Flowing water and whirlpools also have a strong reflection and refraction effect on the electric light, and the cyclops shine more often on the surface of the water, glowing with large areas of phosphorescence.

Maybe I'll get better on my feet, but it's too hard for me and I didn't take the risk.

In contrast to the nervous appearance of Buazon and me, the Laotians under the light of the cyclops were calm and terrifying. I felt that nothing could make him nervous at the moment, and his relaxed attitude made me feel as if he had lost the nervousness of nervousness.

But for me and Buazon, the tension and excitement are just beginning.

As Buazon and I stared intently at the water, the water in the light of the cyclops suddenly boiled upward, like a huge spring pouring out of the water. Of course, I knew that this was not a spring gushing out, because at the center of this gushing image of boiling water was a log of Lao people lying on their stomachs. The Laotians' crouching wood is fast in the rapids, but the center of the gushing has not changed.

This means that this gushing water seems to be moving with the Laotians.

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