My judgment is that it is the smoke, and it is this smoke that drives the snakes out of the dry land, so that they are unwilling to gather outside the range of the smoke.

Of course, this is only my guess, but it should be accurate, because the red ribbon is almost on the dividing line where the smoke clears the fog. I can do experiments to test my guess, although this is a bit of a game with fire**, but it is dangerous for us not to know what these snakes are really afraid of. If we want to get out of here, we have to know how to deal with them.

When Buason and I returned to the fire, another Laotian had already removed the wet grass from the fire, and without the wet grass to hold down the fire, the flames slowly burned, and the area around the fire was immediately less choking. In the same way, due to the lack of incendiary materials, the fire is very small and is about to burn out.

In spite of his nervous thoughts, I urged them to go around and fetch some hay and dead branches to make the fire burn, while I went back to the shore to observe the changes in the red ribbon, and I soaked a towel over my mouth and nose to avoid being too smoky to observe for a long time. Because there is no wind in this place, even if there is no smoke coming out of the fire, it is difficult for the original smoke to dissipate in a short time. I looked at my watch for thirty minutes and didn't notice any change in distance from the red band, which was still at the boundary between the smoke and the fog.

This was not what I expected. I was unwilling to find a reference in front of the red water belt, a particularly tall aquatic plant, and looked at the watch to observe the changes of the red water belt. This time, it only took twenty minutes for me to notice the change, the red water belt approached two or three meters forward, and it had already crossed the aquatic weed that was used as a reference. At this time, I also noticed that the smoke in the air was much lighter, and my eyes did not hurt very much when I looked straight up.

Looking closely at the red ribbon in the distance, I realized that it had approached a large distance, and I didn't notice it just now because the reference selected was inaccurate. The reference I initially chose was the edge of the fog, so it seemed that it was not only the red ribbon that was approaching, but also the fog, which was moving in sync.

The smoke lost its follow-up support, dissipating faster and faster, and similarly, the red ribbon approached me faster. I don't need to be too high to see the truth inside the red ribbon in the light of the cyclops. Yes, I can already be sure that it was a swarm of crimson snakes.

After determining what the snakes were afraid of, I turned and ran to the fire, picking up a large pile of grass that I had cut down along the way, and running to the fire to cover the pile of grass. The fire had already risen more than one person tall under the care of two Laotians, and my pile of wet grass could not completely suppress the fire, so I picked up more wet grass on the side of the fire and threw it on the fire. Buazon and another Laotian looked at me inexplicably and yelled at me, unable to understand my capricious behavior.

I didn't have time to explain to them, and I couldn't explain it clearly, so I pointed to the water's edge and made a lookout gesture to Buazon, and threw the cyclops at him. Two Laotians ran to the water's edge with one-eyed flashlights, and soon ran back again, their expressions panicked and their mouths shouting loudly. This time they shouted not "Kumantong", but another word, "poisonous fog". I guess the word means snake.

I ignored the two Laotians who were screaming and jumping around me, and sprinkled the wet grass on the spot where the flames were rising, trying to suppress the fire as much as possible to produce smoke, but not enough to completely extinguish the fire, which required great care and patience. Two Laotians, apparently misunderstood me, and when they saw that I was using wet grass to suppress the fire, they thought I was putting out the fire, so one of them took a pile of wet grass and threw it on the fire.

I almost fainted when I saw it, and when I opened my mouth, I burst into a foul English sentence. But when they thought about it, they couldn't understand Chinese, and they couldn't understand English, and the scolding was also in vain, so they just vented it themselves. I hurriedly stopped them and told them with body language that those snakes were afraid of smoke, and we had to let a lot of smoke come out of this fire to get rid of the poisonous snakes.

I think my performance must be very vivid, and if I go to the acting department, I can pass it, because I only have to say it once and two Laotians understand what I mean, and I don't even make a note in the middle. Acting talent can be forced.

Soon black smoke billowed from the fire, choking the three of us with tears on our faces, and the smoke spread in all directions, and at the same time, it also pressed us to the ground and couldn't lift our heads. I saw that the two Laotians understood what I meant, so I left the care of the fire to them, and ran to the water's edge to observe the changes in the red ribbon.

Fortunately, the smoke spread quickly, not only suppressing the approach of the red ribbon, but also driving it back. Finally having achieved temporary safety, I was secretly relieved and began to think about ways to get out of the predicament again.

The smoke has a repelling effect on the snake, but there is only so much combustible material on this dry land, and it is up to God to bless it until dawn. And then what? How do we break through the red water belt and escape. I can now be sure that the leeches in this water have been eaten by the snakes, and while this will give us one less trouble, it has caused another, more deadly problem that I can't do anything about. It seems that there is no way to escape except to fly into the sky.

I watched in torment as the red ribbon at the end of my line of sight grew farther and farther away until it withdrew from my vision. The smoke around me was getting bigger and bigger, and I was coughing from the smoke as I squatted on the ground. It wasn't until I felt that I could stand up a little straighter when I felt that the combustible material here had burned out and that the real danger we were facing was coming.

At this time, the sky was white. The fog has begun to dissipate, as does the smoke from the fire. Although the sun had not yet risen, or even the morning sun had not yet appeared on the horizon, the darkest hour had passed, and I could already see the whole of the dry land without the illumination of the cyclops.

This dry land is supposed to be silt, and in shape it is not a regular square or round, but a cobble-oval. This means that it was formed by alluvial currents, and it can be inferred that the water here has at least a history of flow, and has not always been a stagnant pool. In fact, judging from the fact that the water here does not smell mixed and smelly, and there are aquatic organisms, it can be judged that the water here should always have a chance to flow.

The grass on the ground had been cut down by the two Laotians, and several tall shrubs had been cut down to the main trunk. And the fire has been completely extinguished.

Two Laotians looked at me helplessly, chopping grass and tending to the fire all night, leaving them with black and gray faces, and at first glance they looked like two Africans. The three of us stood together, looking at the unclear horizon as if looking at our future. I looked at their expressions, and our future was as rosy as ours.

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