PS: PS: Good weekend everyone. Successfully completed this chapter before zero o'clock, which is the smoothest time for the recent code word. It's time to get a good night's sleep.

Hearing Jack's shout, I hurriedly turned my head to look at him. In this life-or-death moment, any way to survive is worth trying, and I want him to give me a hint of what I can do. I hope he doesn't put on his own mistakes, but it doesn't matter, I don't think there will be a worse outcome.

Jack didn't look at me, though, and it was clear that he was going to do it alone. I saw Jack shove the cyclops flashlight into his mouth, his hands raised, the muzzle of the gun pointing towards the top of his head. In an instant, a tongue of fire erupted.

The rate of fire of the micro-charge was very fast, and all fifty rounds were fired in a matter of seconds. As the gunfire stopped, I felt something fall from the sky, stirring up a splash in my face.

I shone my cyclops flashlight at the surface of the water and saw several huge bats struggling on the surface of the water, making a big splash. I felt that the number of bugs in the water had suddenly decreased, and all the bugs on my body were leaving me.

Soon I could see the reason, a layer of crystal frost condensed on the bat's body that had fallen into the water. It's the swarm of bugs, and it seems that bats are more to their tastes. The struggle of the drowning bat became more and more weak, and a bat with the largest number of insects on its body sank to the bottom of the water first.

I was in the middle of my heart when I heard Jack shout, "Don't look, run." ”

I looked up and saw that Jack had swam out.

I extinguished the cyclops' flashlight, looked at the glow from Jack's glowstick in front of me, and swam desperately to the other side of the underground river.

Although my physical strength had long since reached its limit, my body was weak and weak, and my head had poor control over my body, the desire to survive forced me to paddle with all my strength. Fortunately, almost all the bugs on the body are attracted to the big bats, which reduces the burden on the body a lot.

I don't know if the air attacks will come because there are fewer bugs on our bodies, we don't have the time and energy to look at them. The strength I have doesn't necessarily guarantee that I will swim to the other side, and where else will I have to care about anything else. I have the desire to turn back, I really don't know how far the other side is, and I don't have the slightest certainty of swimming over, I know the distance to go back, and I know that I can swim back. But I can't. I can't bring the danger back to the Laotians.

Fortunately, the big bats didn't rush down to attack me and Jack, I knew they were right above me, and the sounds they made kept stimulating my nerves, making me anxious and frightened, but they also brought out my last potential, and kept me paddling.

I don't know how long it took for me to become numb, and I thought it would take just a few blows to sink me to the bottom. In this state, I could vaguely see the riverbank.

Jack is also not a fast swimmer. I think he's in a similar condition to me, he's exhausted all his strength, and his body is also stiff and numb.

I pressed closer to him and shouted to him weakly, "When we get up to the shore, those big bats will attack us, don't stop, just run up." ”

I noticed that Jack didn't react, still paddling in the water. I had to get closer to him and slap him hard where I could reach him.

Jack turned his head at me as if he was frightened. But it was I who was really frightened.

Jack turned off the cyclops flashlight earlier than I did, and we relied entirely on his glowsticks for lighting. And his glowstick is still stuck in the collar behind his back. The moment he turned his head, the light of the glow stick shone clearly on his face, and his face reflected cyan light, like a dead man's face. His lips were black and purple, swollen like two sausages.

I stared at him ghostly, my limbs twitching and flapping against the water.

I saw his two sausage-like lips move up and down. But no sound came. Then he just looked straight at me. I looked at him with the same blankness, and suddenly I understood that he had been poisoned.

Seeing Jack's ghostly appearance, I naturally thought of myself, but I was afraid that I would not be much better than him. I touched my face. Especially on the lips, there is no noticeable change, it is still very soft, not swollen and hard. It seems that his condition was caused by chewing and swallowing bugs.

Seeing that I didn't respond, Jack moved the two sausages a few more times. His lips were swollen into two cocks, and he couldn't make any other movements except opening and closing them up and down, and I couldn't even understand what he meant by the shape of his mouth. And he himself did not realize this, not even realizing that he could no longer make a sound. I don't think he can hear anymore either.

The good thing is that I can use my mouth to convey information, and as long as his brain is not broken, he should be able to understand the message I gave him. Judging from the current situation, he only has a problem with his senses, and his ability to understand and react is there.

I tried to slow down as much as I could and tell him with my mouth. "You're poisoned. It must have been caused by eating too many bugs. ”

I saw Jack's two sausages move, and by his expression it should be cursing, and the two sausages only moved once, which was an interjection pronounced. It's '', since this thing learned the word, the frequency of use is quite high, it's really not in vain.

"You're having problems with your vocal cords and hearing." I continued to lip-sync to Jack. "After you go ashore, you have to hurry up and detoxify you, if you don't have time to run, let's light a fire." I don't believe that these bats are not afraid of fire. ”

Jack touched his face with one hand, and when he touched his lips, Jack's expression became surprised, but when he touched his tongue, it immediately turned to fear. I took a look at it and felt creepy. His large, blackened tongue almost filled his mouth.

Jack's two sausages moved again, and then he turned back and swam towards the already clearer riverbank.

I was expecting this foodie to play a key role, but I didn't expect to be completely unable to count on him, and I had to take care of him as a hungry half-cripple. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but deliberately move my arms, and there was no pain in my back, not even discomfort. This made me even more convinced that Jack's M.M. was a Sibei cargo.

The most dangerous time to go ashore was to make a fire in the shortest possible time, and to make sure that Jack and I were not torn apart by the big bats in the process. After thinking about it, I felt that it was difficult for me to do this alone, and I needed someone to cover me and at least let me light the fire.

I immediately told Jack what I was thinking, and made a strafing motion in the air to get him to cover me for the fire.

Jack nodded blankly. I noticed that he was not doing well, and it seemed that he was mentally devastated and depressed. It's not surprising, I can't laugh if I want to be me.

I turned on the cyclops flashlight, and bit into my mouth to shine on the bank of the river in front of me, what kind of world would be on the other side of the underground river? (To be continued......)