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"I can feel you cleaning me up and feeding me water. Even when you ate the barbecue just now, I can smell it. But I don't have control over my actions. You pump me like that, how could I not know!? If I could move, you'd die a hundred times. ”

Jack's words are very hard, and in the process, he has to constantly rub his cheeks with his hands to help him open his mouth and make the right sound. And didn't let me interrupt, insisted on finishing the paragraph. It seems that he is angry about this way of arousing.

Of course, I wouldn't bother with a man who was in the worst physical and mental state, and waited patiently for him to finish, and then immediately took his pants from the campfire and put them on. Carry the backpack on him.

I'm going to run away with him on my back, and it's impossible to carry two backpacks on his back, so I can only put the backpack on him, and the weight will eventually fall on me anyway. This way, at least it is convenient for me to shoot in the event of danger.

Jack grumbled, and the function of his mouth seemed to be gradually restored, and he was anxious when he saw that I was about to leave. "What about barbecue? Don't tell me it's my hallucination, I can still smell it! ”

I thought about it, after he was poisoned, he first asked me to wash my stomach, and then kept pouring water, I guess now not to mention the stomach, even the intestines are only left with water.

But where do I have barbecue for him now, so I have to carry him to the place where the roast bat disappeared. Pointing to a piece of rock in Lulu, he said, "I roasted a bat..."

As soon as I had said these words, I noticed that Jack was looking at my stomach with strange eyes. "How old?"

I gestured with my hand. "It's about that big."

"You ate it all? Aren't you afraid to die? ”

I understand the mood of a hungry person at the moment. It's also my fault, I ate too much, and my stomach is still bulging.

But I don't want him to be misunderstood. "I left you half one..."

I saw Jack's eyes light up. Oops, isn't this looking for trouble.

Without waiting for him to speak, I immediately said to him as fast as I could, "There's a monster here." Steal that half of the roasted bat. It's something I've never seen before, it should be very aggressive, and I'm afraid the smell of the barbecue here will attract more things, so we're going to move quickly. ”

I saw Jack's eyes brighten, as if he was breathing fire. "Why don't you kill it."

I really don't want to dwell on this with him, even if I have to explain. I'm not here either, I'm going to change the scene quickly.

Jack lay on the stain of oil, his swollen and shiny face intoxicated. "It smells so good."

I had a flash of inspiration. He took a bone out of the crack in the stone by the campfire, handed it to Jack, and said, "That's all there is left." ”

Jack's swollen eyes were filled with anger. "Why didn't you take it out earlier."

Instantly, the bone reached Jack's hand, and his saliva dripped onto the bone.

"It's so clean to gnaw on. Such a big piece of meat, why should you bother with this bone. ”

I looked at Jack guiltily. Yes, this is one of the leg bones of a roasted bat, my virtue of thrift and not wasting food. It manifests itself on the leg bone of this roasted bat. The bones are clean as if they had been picked by the most astute butchers.

I carried Jack on my back, Jack on my backpack, and we moved downstream along the sawdust levee by the underground river.

The road on this side of the underground river is even more difficult, with falling stalactites everywhere and almost no flat places.

I didn't have to worry about being hit by a stalactite hanging upside down from top to bottom, and I didn't see a very long stalactite hanging. But I have to be on guard at all times when fragments of stalactites of different sizes are scattered on the ground, and the ground is not flat in the first place. The cracks in the stones, the jagged stone staircases like ribs, and the abrupt stalagmites make me feel like a stony jungle of thorns. Any slight misstep. could have knocked me half to death.

Not to mention the dangers from the air and from the dark. The strange thing disappeared so strangely, not only in terms of the way it disappeared, but also in terms of timing, as if it knew that I was going to attack the next moment.

Its protective color and its teleportation-fast way of moving keep me on the lookout for it attacking us. In this case, it is clear that glow sticks are no longer sufficient to provide effective illumination. Our glowstick is long gone. I didn't light up the new glow sticks, I just used a cyclops flashlight to illuminate it.

At the same time, the AK47 was also abandoned by me, and I switched to a micro* punch that can be fired with one hand. I carried the AK47 horizontally behind my back and used it as a bracket for Jack to sit on. His body was still weak. If there is no AK47 to hold him, I have to hold him with both hands. In this case, it is impossible for me not to be ready for battle at all times, and I must have a gun in my hand at all times.

I'm carrying a man on my back, and I'm not fit to hold a gun in both hands, so I'm going to free up one hand to hold a cyclops flashlight. Of course, I could have shoved the cyclops flashlight into my mouth again, but then I wouldn't be able to communicate with Jack, and the lack of communication would be fatal in case of danger at any time. There is also the atmosphere is too depressing, and talking will relieve the tense and depressing atmosphere.

However, I thought too much, and Jack hadn't communicated with me since the departure, but his mouth wasn't idle, and my ears kept ringing with the sound of 'smack, smack' gnawing bones. I even felt that I was carrying not a man, but a wolf. This thing belongs to a dog.

I am like a camel walking with a weight in the desert.

The further I went down the river, the more obvious the sound of gnawing bones became in my ears, as if Jack was gnawing harder and harder, but the frequency of his gnawing bones did not increase, and it was always a slow, 'smack' sound.

I couldn't help but say to him, "Are you finished?" A bone gnawed all the way. ”

A bone reached out to my eyes, and Jack's angry words came to my ears. "Do you think I'm willing? I'd rather stuff it straight into my stomach, but I couldn't. ”

In the afterglow of the one-eyed beast's flashlight, the leg bone of the roasted bat has been reduced by a small half, and on the hollow leg bone section, clear tooth marks can be seen. It seems that the leg bones of the roasted bat are very hard, and the tooth marks are very fine.

It seems that he is really hungry, so he gnaws hard bones so persistently.

I didn't dare to provoke him anymore and praised him. "You've got a good mouth."

The bone was retracted and a new hand came to me, which had a straight middle finger.

I snapped the hand back. "You can't blame me, the sound of you gnawing bones is getting louder and louder, it's too disturbing. It's affecting my concentration. ”

Jack was silent for a moment and said, "It's not that my voice is louder, it's that the environment here has changed and become quieter." ”

I was startled and listened carefully to the sounds around me.

Sure enough, I could only hear the breathing and heartbeats of two people. The sound of the water flow is inaudible. (To be continued......)