Whether I'm shining a target on Buazon or holding on to the wood and enjoying the pain of the egg, my face is facing to the left, where the flying Laotian has fallen into the water. At the moment, of course, I'm still shining the flashlight on this side.

However, after a short period of time out of sight, the two Laotians were no longer at the same angle and distance as before. It was difficult for me to sit up, and I couldn't avoid my lower body from touching the wood, and as long as I moved a little, the pain in the egg still made me want to die. I sat on the wood in an incredibly exaggerated gesture, and if I had to give it an evaluation, it would be two words, obscene.

The flashlight scanned from far to near like a progressive scanner, and soon I found two Laotians, both of whom were so close to me that I felt the urge to cry. When it was finally time to bring the three suffering people together, I took the cyclops in my mouth and pulled the rope in excruciating pain. With a little more force, the two of them could be pulled up the wood.

My movements made the flashlight shake very much, and I looked down for the rope wrapped around the branches, which also made the flashlight temporarily leave the two Laotians. When I grabbed the rope, looked up, and shone the cyclops at the two Laotians who were close by, the expressions of the two Laotians made me shudder.

The other Laotian was not simply exhausted, but more like he was injured, and he not only lay on Bu Asong's back, looking at them as close as conjoined people, but also as if he was tied to his back. He had always looked half-dead in the light of the cyclops, and when he saw them just now, he was the only one who was desperately pulling the rope and climbing against the current. But now, two Laotians waved at me at the same time, in a strange and intense manner. In particular, the Laotians who were tied to Buasong's back waved their hands as if they were suddenly injected with vitality, and their facial expressions were even more hideous and terrifying.

My first reaction when I saw this was that they were in trouble, and that trouble was coming from underwater. Because on the surface of the water, there is no obvious danger under the light of the cyclops, and the aperture of the cyclops covers a diameter of at least seven or eight meters, and there is nothing in the visible range.

No matter what trouble they encounter, the first thing to do is to pull them up and see their performance, this trouble makes them scared to the extreme, it should be a ** annoyance. With difficulty, I lifted one leg and pressed my foot against the branch in front of me, grabbing the rope with both hands at the same time. At this moment, I was already in extreme danger, my body could not maintain balance at all, and a slight whirlwind or wave could lift me off the log.

But looking at their performance, I know that if my movements or reactions are slower, the ** annoyance they encounter will kill them. I'll only bet once, that I'll be able to pull them up in the shortest amount of time, and that I won't run into a deadly whirlpool in the process. Of course, I need Bouasson to cooperate with me, and working hard at both ends will shorten the process, and I also believe that Bouasson will be more desperate than I am, after all, he is the one who faces the danger.

At present, every time I exert force, I cause severe pain in my body, especially the work of pulling the rope, which exacerbates the back pain. If it weren't for the damn one-eyed beast in my mouth, I would have to vent it out loud, and the screams would relieve or deflect the pain. Here's what I learned.

When I pulled the rope, I was very focused in order to speed it up, and the cyclops naturally and accurately shone on the two Laotians. But I saw that Buazon did not cooperate with me as I expected, and he did not climb the rope to move forward.

I saw two Laotians approaching me under my hard tug, but they didn't have the slightest expression of excitement, and their hellish expressions were even more obvious. Buazon still grasped the rope with only one hand, and struck in the air with his fist with the other, as if there was an invisible devil around him. But to my horror and incredulity, his eyes kept on me, as if I was the devil he was trying to kill. He's waiting for me to drag him over and give me the fatal blow.

This eerie scene gave me the creeps, and I certainly didn't believe that Buazon had gone mad, and I immediately thought of another possibility, that they were warning me. There's a ** annoyance, but it's in my place.

As I realized this, I saw Buazon's mouth repeating one word: poisonous mist.

My head was stunned. After repeating the word a few times, Bu Asong suddenly loosened his grip on the rope, and in the blink of an eye, the two Laotians disappeared into the light of the cyclops.

There is no doubt that the danger is with me, and the two Laotians must have been terrified of this danger before they abandoned me. But I still want to thank them for risking the risk to call me to the police.

The word "poisonous fog" is the most pronounced Lao dialect in Buason, and it has also become the Laotian word I am most familiar with. I felt that Buazon was saying other words, and I wouldn't understand it just by the way I mouthed, but I understood the word right away, and he was telling me that there was a snake.

My instinct made me think that the danger would only come from the python or the crimson snakes. They haunted us almost all the way, especially the crimson snakes, and I thought they would chase us all the way to hell. They're really a bunch of beasts that should exist in hell.

It's weird. From the performance of the two Laotians, I knew that danger was imminent, but I didn't panic or be so frightened that I didn't know what to do. I seemed to be in that mysterious feeling again, and although I couldn't control everything, I knew what I had to do now, and I wouldn't make an irreparable mistake because of it. Even the sharp pain in my body has been relieved and I can make some incredible movements.

I first threw away the rope in my hand. The Laotians have gone away from me, and it is no longer possible to pull them up, and loosening the rope from my hands is only to keep them away from me. It didn't make them lose contact completely, because the rope was still wrapped around the branches and tied around my waist. It can also keep them away from the present danger.

Although their actions are suspicious of betrayal, I can understand that. If they were rescued because of this, I would not blame them, and I did not think that their presence on the scene would help me, but that they were another Laotian who was half-dead and could have become a burden to me.

Then my body naturally leans back, and in the process, I turn my head to the right facing the left.

My eyes have been in the direction of the flying Laotians, and the danger cannot have been over there, otherwise I would have discovered it a long time ago. Whether the danger comes from a python or a crimson snake, the direction must be to my right.

The light of the cyclops flashlight was parallel to my line of sight, and before the white light reached the surface of the water on the right, I saw a mortal danger.

PS: I've been feeling unwell these days, and I'm struggling to write. Ask for comfort. Also, a little girl in the book review area asked me to invite her to eat seafood, this, wait until I get the money from the starting point. You know, I'm still pleasing you for free.