In fact, the red dividing line is not very far from me, if it is in the daytime, I can see it clearly, it is not even beyond the range of the cyclops, that is, fifty or sixty meters. But not now, although the light of the cyclops is very bright, the water and grass are too dense in the process of illuminating it, blocking most of the light and vision. If I want to see clearly, I have to have a height, and I have to get rid of the influence of the aquatic plants on my vision.

I took a deep breath, quickly straightened up and cocked my toes, the Cyclops in my hand also reaching the highest. At this moment, the red line became somewhat clear.

It wasn't a line, to be exact, but a wide band of red water, as if the water in the swamp had turned red from that place. Because of the fog, I can't determine the width of this red ribbon, I can only see the boundary between it and the near shore, and I can only guess that the part that is not in the fog is maybe just a very narrow red ribbon, maybe very wide and wide.

Soon I was choked by the smoke and crouched down, tears welling up in my eyes, and I couldn't open my eyes. In thick smoke, it's not like it's okay if you don't breathe, and the smoke is just as irritating to the eyes. I let the tears wash over my eyes, which would reduce the damage to my eyes from the smoke. The cat bent back to the fire, I opened my backpack, took out a bottle of water and washed my eyes, and my eyes felt much better. Then I went back to rummaging through my backpack. I'm looking for something, a telescope.

Ever since I saw the red ribbon, I had a vague suspicion that, though immature and not very credible, would be a terrible thing if it was true. I went through my backpack carefully, and to be sure, I didn't have a telescope in my backpack. When distributing luggage, Jack and I counted and categorized the items that needed double and multiple portions first, and then packed them into different backpacks, rather than preparing our own items. In fact, these things can't be divided too finely, for example, batteries, they bring dozens of pieces at once, and this thing is heavy, so they can only do their best according to their abilities. I pulled out two walkie-talkies from my backpack and shoved them back with a swear word. I knew the walkie-talkies were in my backpack, or I would have contacted Jack through them.

I remember the telescope in Jack's backpack, and it was just a reluctant act to come back and find it.

Just because I don't have a telescope here doesn't mean the Laotians don't have them. Their backpacks were provided by the Vietnamese, and I don't know what they contained, but now I can only pray that there is a telescope in them.

I quickly opened the backpacks of the two Laotians and dumped the contents of the backpacks directly on the ground, unfortunately, there was nothing I needed. I even cursed the Vietnamese in annoyance by stuffing a lot of batteries and drinking water into their backpacks, as well as some canned food. It is estimated that the heaviest items were stuffed into the Lao people's backpacks, except for guns and bullets. The problem now is that our personnel are scattered, but the supplies are very unevenly distributed among several groups. Our group had almost all the batteries in their hands, which were very heavy, and the number of batteries far exceeded the needs on the premise of losing most of the equipment. Because these batteries are mainly used by detection equipment.

The two Laotians were still asleep, and I went over and shook them both awake. After the two of them woke up, they felt choking, covered their noses and coughed for a while, and when they saw the smoke coming from the fire, they hurriedly fanned the fire to make the fire hot.

I motioned for Buazon to come with me, and when I came to the water's edge, I asked him to crouch down a little and gesture to tell him what I was going to do. Buazon confidently stepped on his horse, and I stepped on Buazon's knee and stood on his shoulder. Two people need to have a good balance to stack arhats, and physical strength is the most critical for those below. Buazon stood firmly.

I was almost standing in the smoke, and my eyes were starting to hurt again. I knew that my eyes wouldn't last long in the smoke, so I turned the cyclops to the brightest and adjusted the flashlight aperture against the red ribbon in the distance.

At my current height, I have completely gotten rid of the influence of aquatic plants on my vision, and although it is impossible to see far from the dense fog, the clarity is much higher. After adjusting the aperture of the cyclops flashlight to a certain range, the brightness reached its maximum value, and within a spot of one meter in diameter, I saw that the red color in the water was active, like some kind of worm wriggling in the water. Dense red worms were wound into red threads and rolled in the water that was not deep. The clear red dividing line was like a tangible glass barrier that kept the red worms out.

I almost fell off. The smoke choked my eyes with tears again, but the pain could not have had much effect on me, especially on my heart. But the creature of the ball of red thread, and the barrier that seemed to be a barrier, drove me almost crazy.

The first thing I can be sure of is that those red, worm-like creatures should be the crimson snakes that attacked me. Of course, I couldn't see it clearly at this distance, but a few shadows that were faintly visible made me see the characteristics of these crimson snakes, that is, a crimson on the back.

We were surrounded by a bunch of snakes. I already had this suspicion without going to another shore to observe, but in order to confirm this suspicion, I ran to another shore and observed that the red strip of water had completely closed and formed a circle fifty or sixty meters from the dry land where we were.

Buazon followed me a few shores, and naturally saw the red ribbon, but he couldn't see what it was because of the height, but he had his own explanation: Kumanton

At this time, Buazon began to mutter this word that I was puzzled and frightened again.

I had no way of knowing what Kumantong meant, but from Ah Xiangdu's fearful expression, I could tell that it was probably a form of sorcery in Southeast Asia, similar to a head drop. My attitude towards this almost metaphysical mystery is not to believe and not to be afraid. It's like what we often say when we fear the gods: faith leads to spirit. Then on the other hand, there is nothing to be afraid of not believing. This may have something to do with my nerves.

But in reality, a group of venomous snakes alive fifty or sixty meters away is enough to make me creepy.

What I have to figure out now is, why did these snakes surround this dry land and not attack us, and what were they afraid of?

PS: Thank you friends for your support. On Monday, it was on the double list. Thank you