After two days of safe travel in the swamp wetland, everyone's body suddenly took a sharp turn for the worse.

First of all, everyone's faces became very ugly, faintly revealing the green color of the dishes, except for the smoke man and Zha Ling'er.

His legs were injured, and he felt that his legs were stiff, like dead wood, and he fell directly to the ground, unable to move on his own.

So everyone knew that the inexplicable changes in the body must be related to the bite of the white python nematode. At this time, when I examined the wound again, I found that the green dots at the wound had unconsciously grown into green granules, which were a centimeter long and densely clustered together. The area of the wound has also spread from the size of a bottle cap to the size of the bottom of a bottle. The green flesh buds will also dance upright in the air from time to time, as if they are alive, which makes people tremble when they look at it, and feel disgusted and want to vomit.

This terrifying feeling that makes the hairs bundle up and the brain tingle, words are not enough to express it all.

The moss that grew from the wound was like a moss swamp, except that the moss swamp was a tuft, like duckweed, floating in a low-lying puddle. The moss on the wound grew in pieces on the white skin.

Since the growth of bud moss at the wound, everyone clearly felt that the body and energy had dropped very sharply, and even on the morning of the third day, the team had to stop and rest every few steps, or they would feel so weak that they wanted to vomit, and even their eyes were black and wanted to faint. The mental condition and physical condition of the team could not be lower, and they could not continue to march at all.

Moss grew from the wound on my arm. It's almost time to cover half of the arm. I didn't feel sick to see the turquoise-green moss, which looked like a nematode earthworm, wriggling on my arms. There is only a heart full of worries. I thought to myself: the granule moss is growing too fast, so keep it like this. Tonight, the moss will spread all over the body, and everyone will probably become a shriveled turf. What worries me even more is that my mind is starting to become less and less clear, and my brain is becoming more and more confused, making it difficult to think, and if this continues, my body's functions will collapse before we become turf. When the time comes. Everyone can only lie on the grass and let themselves and the surrounding turf slowly assimilate. Just imagining it will make people shudder from the bottom of their hearts, and they can't wait to bite their tongues and kill themselves right now, giving themselves a good time.

What is more terrible than illness is the collapse of people's psychological bottom line. The most team leader, I must not fall, so I hold on to my body. Fighting the spirit, when the consciousness was still sober, he persuaded everyone to have confidence, and gave the order to rest on the spot.

A member of the team with granulation moss on the wound on his body. At this point, it was like a mossy tree, unable to move at all. There was no need for any orders at all, they were all lying on the grass. Only the mouth can still breathe a little, or else it will be like a dead man.

I was the least injured. So he could still stay awake, so he quickly discussed it with the smoke man.

The cigarette man looked at the people who had fallen to the ground. I was so anxious that my eyes were red, this was the first time I saw the facial features and expressions on the cigarette man's face, there was an obvious big change, and he kept asking me about the feeling of the wound on my arm.

I kept pinching my thighs to keep me awake, and said very slowly, "The wound is still not painful." However, since the moss has grown, the injured arm has become weaker, and now it is more like dead wood, and it has become unconscious. ”

The cigarette man examined the wound on my arm several times, but he was still at a loss, and he couldn't think of a cure, so he couldn't help but ask me, "Do you have any ideas?" ”

The wound of the white nematode bite turned out to grow strange granulation moss. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that there would be such a strange and ridiculous disease. After thinking about it, I thought it might be Gu poison, but the smoke man resolutely denied it: The green granula moss is definitely not Gu poison, it looks like it is infected with some kind of parasite.

I think this argument is very reasonable, but even if I know that it is a parasite, I can't think of the right way to treat it for a while. I remember that if I had roundworms or parasites in my stomach, I could take insecticide, and I couldn't think of any cure for the parasites that grew outside the wound. So I tried to pinch a few green granulations with my fingers, and pulled them upwards hard, but I didn't feel any pain, but the green flesh was like the granulations of an earthworm, as if it had grown on my arms, and the skin was pulled up, but the green granulations were not pulled out.

I tried to pull harder, but a green bud broke, and a few drops of green mixed white liquid came out, without any flavor. At this time, I found that the broken green flesh buds were still wriggling, like earthworms, with tenacious lifeforms. And it can be inferred that if it is not completely eradicated, the green bud moss may grow out of the wound again.

The cigarette man agreed with me and thought that he had to think of a cure for the eradication of the cure.

If it's a parasite, then the teammate's situation is very dangerous. Patients infected with parasites will continue to fall into a state of stupor, until they never wake up. Everyone is now in a state of lethargy, and I don't know when I will not wake up, which makes my spirit feel extremely oppressive like never before.

I bothered my spirits, wasted no time, and began to have a heated discussion with the cigarette man about the treatment of ectoparasites. I think that burning with fire may be able to cure the cure, and the smoke man also thinks that this mention is good.

The fat man suddenly woke up at some point, and he heard our discussion and participated in the discussion. He expressed his opinion, and the method was very decisive, that is, to use a knife to rip off the moss directly to the skin, which can definitely be completely eradicated.

I think of some teammates who have been bitten nearly a dozen times, and if they all have their skin peeled off together, they will really be completely skinless. Imagining the scene of everyone's flesh and blood and the texture of the muscles exposed, I expressed my resolute right and scolded the fat man for being too out of tune, which will only cause everyone to be injured more severely, and may even infect the bare muscles with other bacteria and parasites, which is not a cure at all, but a way to kill.

The fat man couldn't find a reason to refute, and suddenly felt that his head was starting to fog, so he lay down on top of his backpack and stopped talking.

At this time, I looked at Zha Ling'er, who had been silent, she was not injured, and she was usually very flexible, thinking that she might think of a strange cure that everyone had not expected, so I asked her.

When Zha Ling'er heard my question, she showed a look of wanting to speak and stopped, I knew that she must have some ideas, but she had some scruples, so she didn't dare to speak lightly.

My head was getting more and more blurred, my eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and I knew that I couldn't hold on for long, and if I fell asleep at this time, I didn't know when I would wake up, and I might never wake up again. So I bit my tongue hard, and the sharp pain immediately cleared my brain a lot, and I coughed while encouraging Zha Ling'er to say what she thought.

Seeing that I was in great pain, she was so distressed that she wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth with her sleeve, and then said, "Actually, I just thought that these mosses that look like insects, if they were living beings, they would definitely need to breathe air." As long as we isolate it from the air, it will perish on its own. ”

Zha Ling'er's very bold remarks made my eyes light up, and I said: This is undoubtedly a very safe and safe way, although I don't know if it will work, but you might as well give it a try.

So I asked Zha Ling'er if she had thought of a specific solution?

Zha Ling'er didn't expect her nonsense to be approved by me, so she blurted out a bolder idea, which was to drown or dry these sprout mosses.

Then, she elaborated on the specific implementation methods. The first drowning, as simple as soaking one's body in water, prevents the parasites of the granulation moss from breathing, and drowns them. I didn't think this method was very reliable, so I asked her what was the way to dry it?

Zha Linger said that drying is also very simple, that is, the silt in the swamp is applied to the sprout moss growing from the wound, and then the soil is dried in the sun. The dry soil will definitely suffocate the moss parasites.

I think this method is good, and suddenly I remembered that we had been walking in the peat swamp after being bitten by a white python nematode, and the wound at that time did not appear any abnormal, and when everyone cleaned the body and walked on the land, the wound began to suddenly emerge green dots, and quickly grew into moss, and then it continued to spread wildly, perhaps because of the dirt on the body, the reason for being cleaned up.

The smoke man agreed with the idea of silt restraining the granular moss, and he immediately took action and began to dig up the silt near the riverbank with Zha Ling'er. I also wanted to help, but I found that I could barely open my mouth to speak, and the rest of my body was completely in a state of suspended animation, like dead wood, and I couldn't move at all.

It's past noon, but the sun is still very bright, but the sun can't last long.

And today, the moss parasites must be dealt with, because the state of several people in the team can't wait for tomorrow, they are lying on the grass, and they are almost unable to tell whether they are people or grass! (To be continued......)