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The gray color of this thing exposed is its skin, and I don't see its hair. His limbs were also light gray, and his claws embedded in the meat of the roasted bat were black, a bright black.

I don't think most people have ever seen a pangolin, let alone know how powerful a pangolin's claws are. The claws of this thing remind me of pangolins.

From the part of its claws that are exposed to the bat meat, I can tell that it is not as long as the claws of a pangolin, but it is more powerful than the claws of a pangolin. Its claws are curved and hook-like, short but stout

, when illuminated by a one-eyed flashlight, emits a metallic light.

It grabbed the roasted bat's claws and did not close them, but a few claws hooked to the roasted bat, and the roasted bat hung firmly on its paws, as if it had barbs on its paws.

Such claws, of course, are not suitable for digging and are more suitable for attacking predators. From this claw alone, I could tell that it was an extremely aggressive thing.

This thing is huge, probably no smaller than mine. While its claws holding the roasted bat left the stalactite, its body was not clinging to the stalactite hanging from the roof of the cave

, and like a field power grid line maintenance worker, standing sideways on the edge of an upside-down stalactite column.

The field grid line maintenance staff has a protective rope and a special foot buckle that allows him to stand upright on the pole and free his two hands. At this time, I also saw clearly, this gray-skinned thing is also protected

rope, a long tail wrapped around an upside-down stalactite column.

Compared to its stout body, it has a slender neck and a head that resembles the alien ET on "Contact of the Sixth Kind". In terms of proportions, the head appears slightly smaller. But the ears of this thing are very

Large, rounded ears can be moved, and the eyes occupy half of its face.

Seeing this ghost-like thing, I was actually a little happy in my heart. I'm glad my spirit isn't out of order.

I just had the feeling of being peeped, not a side effect of eating bat meat. It's not caused by a high level of mental stress, it's not delusion but intuition. But a nervous person like me really shouldn't

It's going to be mentally wrong, and I should have that confidence.

The thing looked at me expressionlessly from above. The absence of expressions also sends a message that it ignores me, does not think that I am a threat to it, and by extension, that it is sure that it can be at any time

Kill me.

I read this message and decided not to give it this chance, so I aimed the AK47 at its head.

The next moment. Just as I was about to pull the trigger, I felt a flash in front of my eyes, and the thing was gone.

I clearly saw that it had no wings, and it could not have disappeared out of thin air. I heard my brain buzz and I felt extreme fear.

The muzzle of the AK47 and the Cyclops flashlight were moving rapidly, and I had to find it and get rid of it in the shortest possible time. Let it hide in the darkness again, and I'll have a hard time finding it.

The strange thing vanished, at least within range of the cyclops' flashlight. It made me extremely anxious. I was unwilling to swim around the fire, tirelessly throwing the flashlight deeper into it

In the dark.

It stands to reason that I know that I am not delusional. I should have felt a lot more relaxed, but the truth is that my anxiety is getting worse and worse, and I can't stop at all. Seems to have to find that strange thing

And kill it, it will make my mood relax.

I myself feel strange that the behavior is involuntary and uncontrolled.

At one point, I suddenly stopped. I was standing on a puddle of oil. There is still a strong smell of grilled bats. I immediately knew why I couldn't calm down. My subconscious mind was still worried

One thing.

It could be the firelight that attracts this strange thing. More likely to be the taste of roasted bats. If there's only one of these monsters here, then we'll just have to watch out for one, and it's full

After a short period of time, you should not eat again. Then we are safe for the time being.

What if not? If there's more than one of these monsters in this place, the fire and smell are sure to attract more. We're going to get out of here as soon as possible.

I immediately packed my backpack. Pick up Jack and let him sit up on his backpack, shaking and flapping to try to wake him up.

Jack's condition is better, he has a normal stress response, that is, he does not have incontinence, and he can cooperate naturally when feeding him water. But he was still in a semi-conscious state, and he was fed water

, he reacts, swallows, lets go of him, and he becomes a pile of unconscious meat again.

If I want to get out of here, I can only carry him on my back, but if he is not conscious, I can't carry him on my back. Carrying an eighty kilogram of limp meat on my back, I couldn't go anywhere. I must call him

Wake up, with his cooperation, I can carry him on my back. Not to mention that I had to carry two guns and two backpacks.

My shaking only made his body stagger, his neck was as soft as if there were no bones, and his shaking head seemed to break his neck at any moment.

I can't see it, let alone twist my neck, even if I damage the nerves of the cervical spine, I will also get into big trouble. I'm ruthless, shoot it, I hope to wake him up.

There was a crisp slap in the cave. I've never beaten someone so cool in my life, and my hands hurt when I have a big mouth. Not to mention, this is more effective than shaking, shouting, or whatever, Jack's eyes are final

I opened my eyes.

His lips were not so swollen anymore, and his fat, blackened tongue wouldn't fill his mouth, but when he opened them, there was only a slit in his blue eye. The face is very swollen.

Of course, I didn't blame myself for this, and I didn't say anything superfluous, and told him a word right away. "There's something dangerous here, and we've got to move right away."

There was no expression on Jack's face. However, any face that has been swollen into a pig's head will not have an expression.

He opened his mouth and uttered a few syllables. It seems that it is still difficult for him to speak.

I comforted him and said, "Don't be nervous, I'll carry you on my back." All you have to do is cooperate with me while lying on my back, put your arms around my neck, and don't fall off. ”

Jack slowly raised his two weak hands, rubbed them on his cheeks a few times, and finally said a complete sentence. "Why don't you smoke me to death."

"I—" I couldn't speak, my mouth open.

Wasn't he in a coma? How does he know I'm pumping him because his face is swollen? No, he knew he was poisoned, and it was normal for his face to be swollen.

Can he feel me pumping him? No, if he felt that I was pumping him, he would have reacted a long time ago, so why did he give me so long. If he could feel it, and not resist, I think he would be in this life

He hasn't been slapped so much, does he have a tendency to be abused?

I shuddered involuntarily at the thought of this. (To be continued......)