The giant slugs of the black horn followed closely behind everyone, constantly spraying sticky glue liquid, and then spit out small slugs full of tiny fangs from time to time, like a goddess scattering flowers, smashing violently on everyone's bodies. Everyone could only keep waving their hands to drive away and tear off the small fanged slugs that bit on their bodies. After a while, everyone's clothes were like red plum blossoms blooming, which were very dazzling.

There are only three tiger slugs chasing us now, and we can stop and fight them to the death. I'm confident that I can easily wipe out two common tiger slugs.

However, the special black-horned black-spotted slug can not only spray mucus like glue, but also spit out small fanged slugs, which is very difficult to deal with. Fight it, and if you don't get it right, you will take your life.

According to my current guess, this slug with black horns and black spots should be a female slug, so it can spit out countless young slugs.

Among the insects that live in groups, those who are responsible for laying a large number of eggs are called "queens", such as the queen ant and the queen bee, and they are much larger than the average male of the same type. It is estimated that the large slug with black horns and black spots in front of you may be the queen of the tiger striped slug. Normally, the queen will not leave her nest lightly, but now is probably the time for it to eat, but it was unfortunately encountered by us unlucky eggs, so it will chase after us.

If you can't beat it, you can run, this is the simplest and most effective strategy that everyone knows from ancient times to the present, and it is also the last word that has not changed through the ages.

However, you have to run. Seeing that our bodies are about to run out, we have to fight hard now.

He was about to beckon everyone to stop running. When he was about to give it a go, he suddenly found himself in a large puddle of water in front of him. The water inside is muddy and the pit is wide. It also seems to be deep. I visually surveyed the width of the puddle, which was about six or seven meters, and immediately came up with an idea.

Remember that you can jump about five or six meters away in the long jump, now is a critical moment to save your life, it is estimated that the explosive power has increased dramatically, and you should be able to jump over the deep puddle in front of you.

But there will be a case in everything, and I feel that I must prepare a response in advance, so I made a rough estimate first, and if I accidentally fell into a puddle. How long does it take to swim ashore?

After silently considering all the conditions in his heart, he said to the people, "The puddle in front of you is deep, and you all get out of the way, and I will lead the slug there." With that, he immediately picked up a stone and threw it at the black-horned slug behind him, then accelerated and rushed towards the deep puddle with all his might.

The slug of the black horn followed me closely. It also spits out a large number of fanged slugs from time to time. Now I don't have time to pay attention to the little slugs with fangs on my body, so I concentrate all my energy on the puddle in front of me, and wait until it is only about a palm's size away from the puddle. He jumped immediately, and jumped to the opposite side of the puddle with a bang. As soon as his feet hit the ground, he heard a "thump". Then he was splashed with cold water.

Unexpectedly, he actually completed an extraordinary performance and jumped directly and safely to the opposite side of the puddle. Hurriedly looked back behind him. The blackhorned slug, which fell into the deep puddle, splashed countless waters. Then it started to sink downward.

It is estimated that after the black horned slug reacts, it will climb up again in a while, and immediately beckons the crowd who are still watching the excitement around to run.

After it fell into the deep puddle, the other two tiger slugs immediately climbed into the deep puddle, and they should have gone in to rescue the nighorned slug.

Everyone took advantage of this opportunity to immediately rush into the distance, running desperately, thinking that it would be great to take such a rare opportunity to widen the distance between us and the tiger slug, and if they could get rid of it far away, it would be great.

As a result, we were surprised to get rid of the tiger slug, and at the same time we rushed out of the low-lying grass full of puddles to a mountain of sparse pine bushes.

Escaping from the sphere of influence of the tiger slug, everyone lay on the grass, gasping for breath, looking at the bright moon in the night sky, and only felt that they wanted to smile bitterly.

The fat man lay on the grass and panted and said, "Who named this place Baihua Mountain, I really want to strangle him." This is obviously the Mountain of Hundred Insects, the Mountain of Thousand Insects, and the Mountain of Ten Thousand Insects. ”

Lying on the ground, waving his hands, driving away the mosquitoes that kept pounced on his face, he agreed with the fat man's statement very much.

After everyone had rested enough, he asked Zha Ling'er to check the injuries for everyone again. The bodies of the people were covered with countless circular tooth marks, just like the caps of beer bottles, which were exactly the same as the marks on their bodies.

I am very worried that the bite of these fanged slugs will bring some rare germs. When we were in the Sanjiang Island Forest, we were bitten by a white python nematode, and a very disgusting, moss-like thing grew on the wound, and later I learned that it was some kind of parasite. I'm afraid that history will repeat itself again, and people may be infected with parasites or unknown bacteria again, but it will be bad, there are no peat bogs here, there is no cure. So, after Zha Ling'er checked the wound, I didn't worry about asking the cigarette man to check the wound again.

The cigarette man looked at it carefully and said, "It's okay." Only then did he put down his hanging heart and inform everyone that he would rest here tonight.

Now that it was not long before dawn, I told them to find a place with more bushes, sleep until after noon, and then get up and hurry. One is to replenish the body that has been depleted in the past few days, and the other is that the sun in the morning is too poisonous, and walking in an unshaded place is too easy to suffer from heat stroke due to sun exposure.

The exhausted people finally found a place where the bushes were tall and dense, and they all lay down under the bushes and began to replenish their sleep.

Because it was almost dawn, he made a very bold decision not to be on duty all night, and asked everyone to make up for sleep.

The cigarette man said that he could be on duty for the night, and I said to him, "It's getting dawn, what night is it worth?" Sleep fast. After saying that, he fell to the grass and began to fall asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but I felt something stuffy sweeping over my face, thinking that maybe it might be the leaves or broken branches of the shrub that had fallen by the wind, so I didn't care, and continued to sleep.

After a while, something was blowing on the top of the neck, but the breath was quite cold. In a daze, I suddenly remembered a ghost story I had heard from old people when I was a child.

In the past, there was a group of absentees who mined in the mountains, did not go down the mountain for many years, and slept in a large tent at night. It is said to be a tent, but in fact there is only a roof, and there is no curtain to protect it from the wind. However, it was a hot summer at the time, and there was no shelter, so it felt cooler.

A four-pillar tent with a large bed made of wooden planks underneath. At nightfall, more than a dozen absentees lay side by side on the big beds, slept until dawn, and then continued to mine the mines.

One day, it was very hot during the day, and when I went to bed at night, it was also very hot, and the miners slept very unsteadily.

Suddenly, a cool breeze blew, with a faint fragrance. The miners, who had been unable to sleep steadily, all fell into a deep sleep. And at this moment, a half-human, half-demon monster in a ragged black robe flew down outside the tent, and then quietly walked into the tent. He bent down and lowered his head, brought his mouth close to the sleeping miner, and began to suck the miner's essence. The miner, who had been sucked out of his essence, immediately turned into a dried corpse.

A dozen miners, and after a while, only one was left to breathe.

The ragged black-robed youkai walked up to the miner sleeping at the back, bowed his head and began to suck the essence.

However, the sleeping miner suddenly turned over, buried his face underneath, and the black-clothed monster, who could not absorb the essence, flew away. This fateful miner escaped because of this.

At that time, after the old people finished speaking, they said that there were many monsters in the deep mountains that could suck the essence of people. If you encounter such a youkai, cover your mouth and nose with your hands, and the youkai will have no choice.

When the fat man and I heard this story at the time, we mischievously said: If we encounter such a monster, we will take advantage of its bowing head, stab its eyes, and then choke its neck fiercely. I didn't expect that the children's jokes at that time are now going to be practiced.

I think the fluffy touch must be the youkai that came out of the mountains in the middle of the night to suck the essence of people, hurriedly opened his eyes, wanted to see what kind of monster it was, and then took advantage of its unpreparedness to strangle it.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that there was nothing in front of me, and I knew that it was my imagination, and I had succeeded in doing it again. Just as I was about to fall asleep again, I suddenly noticed something crawling on my lap and hurriedly looked up at my leg.

Suddenly, I saw a black cat with a pair of big blue glass ball-like eyes, like a ghost, lying silently on my lap.

The black cat was still lying on my lap when he saw me staring at it, motionless.

The black cat lying on my lap was not close to me, its body exuded an evil power, causing my body to be unable to move, and cold sweat continued to break out on my forehead.

I thought to myself: this black cat is definitely not an ordinary wild cat, it seems to have some kind of magical power, which can make people afraid and unable to move their bodies.

At this time when I was facing the black cat, the fat man sleeping next to me suddenly hummed and chirped, and a lazy pig turned over, straddled his leg directly on my leg, and suddenly pressed the black cat that was very leisurely and proud just now under his leg. (To be continued......)