Jack also had a bottle of medical alcohol in his backpack. His first aid kit was intact and unopened, and I opened it calmly, taking out alcohol, disinfectant cotton, bandages and other things one by one and placing them on the ground. But my hand was shaking involuntarily, and I had the heart to do it, but I didn't bear the will that he might die in my hands.

As I do these things, I silently say in my heart: calm, calm...

I also had to keep my mind steady, my slightest mistake could speed up Jack's departure from this world.

Ignited the alcohol stove with a little alcohol and sterilized the dagger. The heat quickly reached my hands, and the temperature of the blade should be very high, at least it would cause burns.

My first target was the fist-sized root of the vine I had chopped off. It's the closest, and there's no shaking vine to interfere with my hands.

I didn't choose to go to the junction between the root and the skin, I felt that if I cut there, the mere bleeding would catch me off guard. I don't have time to deal with the heavy bleeding, so it's best to get rid of the seven roots that bulge out of Jack's back in the shortest possible time. Then treat his wounds, including hemostasis.

The brown roots are not hard, but they are very tough, and when I go down, it feels like cutting into a piece of rubber. And the further the knife goes, the greater the resistance, and it seems that the high temperature of the knife is more lethal to it.

But I don't have time to bake a knife, I can't bake it for a while and cut it, and when I cut the root, Jack will burp.

I didn't rush to cut the knife under Jack's skin, the root bulge was very high anyway. My dagger was flat, against Jack's back, and stuck into the root, long enough to cut the bulge off, but it was too tough. The dagger can't be fully inserted, and it feels a bit of a knife.

I pushed harder, and the knife only went in a little, but the skin on Jack's back was torn and distorted. The junction between the root and his skin looked solid, and there was no sign of cracking, but the outer skin had been torn apart.

I knew it at a glance. Don't try to cut it off by brute force. Don't wait to cut off the roots, just peel off a layer of skin for Jack. If it doesn't work, I can stab a few more times, and if I can't stab it to the end, I can stab it a few more. I was dumbfounded as I drew the knife back, as if the root was secreting mucus and sticking my dagger. It could also be that the knife was inserted too deep and caught the blade. In short, the knife can't be pulled out.

This left me in a dilemma, and I couldn't afford to deal with it here, and the longer it dragged on, the slimmer Jack's hopes of surviving became. I silently looked at the roots for a moment. Decided to take a risk and give it a try.

The roots were bare, a bit like a yurt, and I had cut off the vine-like stuff on it. The evidence that it pierced my wrist is still there, and there is blood on my wrist. I gritted my teeth and reached out my left hand to grasp it.

This thing is not big, and it is very elastic to grasp, and I used five fingers with force, and the fingertips even sank into it slightly. There's a lot of pressure on me to grasp this. I didn't catch it just now because I was afraid that I would get hit again. He can take root in Jack. It can also parasitize on me, which is creepy to think about.

But I can't care about that much now. I held it firmly with my left hand, and pressed my right hand in the direction of the dagger's blade. With a 'sting', I cut a hole in its roots, and I turned my wrist and performed a circumcision on it. The bulge on Jack's back was cut off completely.

I threw away the cut with a shake of my hand, and put my left hand under the cyclops flashlight to look at it, but fortunately, there was no sign of drilling or puncture in the palm of my hand. It seems that after I cut off the tentacle vine, this thing has no means of attack.

The section of the incision left on Jack's back is as large as the mouth of the bowl. It is pink in color, much like a bowl of translucent jelly. There was no muscle tissue or fat to be seen, and I knew that this layer of subcutaneous tissue in Jack had been completely destroyed, and there was not even blood coming out.

I'm afraid I'll have to keep cutting until the destroyed tissue is sliced clean and Jack's original musculature is exposed. Fortunately, Jack is in a coma and will not react to this. I think if you are a sentient person, don't say that the pain is unbearable, just this scene will scare you to death. Who can bear to be covered with vines?

Not only does the pink tissue look like jelly, but when a knife cuts it, it also breaks open like jelly. I carefully scraped off the jelly-like tissue, very carefully, of course, and I didn't want to cut Jack's flesh off.

After scraping off a thin layer, in the center of the large cut in the mouth of the bowl, something flashed, as if an eye blinked. My expression was so focused and my face was so close that the flickering eyes almost knocked my jaw down.

My face jerked upwards to get away, and if it weren't for the fact that my legs went limped in an instant, I would have jumped up screaming.

This sudden incident stimulated me a lot, because I didn't jump up because my legs were weak, I reacted more extremely, and the dagger in my right hand stabbed at it at the moment when that eye flashed.

I guess I must have stabbed it accurately. Because at the same time as this knife stabbed down, the six vines on Jack's back that shook slightly suddenly violently and frantically, like six tentacled claws trying to catch the murderer who stabbed it.

Even though my legs were still limp, I jumped up. It wasn't just the violently shaking vines that terrified me, but also the fact that while the six vines were shaking wildly, a piercing howl suddenly reached my ears. In such a quiet cave, in such a tense situation, this harsh and abrupt sound almost broke my nerves. It's terrifying.

"Ah......h

I think this sound can be heard on the other side of the underground river.

I had a cyclops flashlight in my mouth, not the one I had on me, not Jack's. We couldn't put our flashlights in our mouths, and no matter how much I wiped the smell on it, I could vomit out all the stomach acid. We had a spare flashlight in our backpack and the backpack was well sealed and this flashlight was clean.

By flashlight, I saw Jack's face turn to mine, but his eyes didn't open. Maybe it's because the mouth is too wide and the face is swollen, and all the flesh is squeezed into the mouth. I didn't expect his mouth to open so wide that he could fit a fist into it.

It is an extra-long note comparable to a Pavarotti aria.

After the super long note, Jack's swollen face trembled and said to me: "Zhang, you start with a sharp hand, don't torture people with a blunt knife." I really can't use a gun, give it a good time. ”

I was stunned for a moment. Your sister, when I was a perverted murderer. (To be continued......)