I turned my stiff neck desperately and looked my face back. I couldn't see my back, but I saw Jack burst into tears with a grief-stricken expression.

My tears flowed down my eyes at once.

I could tell what was going on my back from Jack's face. I'm afraid it's worse and more terrible than Jack.

With tears in my eyes, I said, "Can you handle it?" ”

I was worried about Jack, and I was certainly not in the mood to worry about his injury, and I was worried that his trembling hands were turning my back into a chessboard. I'm even more worried that if he stabs me to death by mistake, I will have to stab me with a knife if I want to take out the glitter embedded in my body.

Hearing this, Jack's tears widened. I'm so moved, this is the truth of adversity.

"Yes." Jack's answer was crisp.

"I'll give you morphine injections first." I don't want to mess with him.

"No, you don't."

Then I heard two 'pops, pops' from behind, and there were two places on my spine where I felt like I was pulling out the cupping.

I nervously shouted, "Wait a minute, use my knife." ”

Jack's knife is so good at killing people that it hangs after surgery. Let him pull such a terrible knife on my back, it's terrible to think about.

I reached for the knife, only to hear Jack's cry from behind. Isn't that annoying?

This time it was me who was going to be stabbed, and I was already nervous and depressed. It was good for him not to persuade me, to comfort me not to speak, and to put aside the wail. I felt that this time I was going to die, and in his state, if I didn't stab me to death, I would have to die of blood loss.

I comforted him with tears: "Jack, let's stop crying. Cry after dealing with those things, okay? If I die, you should mourn for me. ”

Don't mention how awkward I am. Eighty percent of the results of the operation had to die in his hands, and he had to rush to coax him, thinking about it, he really died.

With that, I handed the dagger behind me.

Jack said, "No. It's done. ”

I turned my head to stare at him. If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't do it myself, I'd have given him an old punch by now.

It's so perfunctory. I knew it was strenuous, it was nauseous, and it was questionable whether he would be able to complete it in his state. But he fooled me so much, I couldn't stand it, and I could tell from his tearful expression that the situation on my back was not optimistic. Could it be that this thing is scared silly?

Another possibility is that there is no longer a need for surgery. When I think of this, my heart is cool and cool, and how terrifying it is on my spine.

My voice trembled: "No... Saved? ”

Jack nodded.

The expression on my face froze all at once, it's back.

As I felt dizzy and on the verge of collapsing, I saw Jack raise both hands, each holding something the size of a date.

"They're hopeless."

I looked at Jack in a daze, my neck stiffening.

It took me a long time before I asked him, "What about me?" Is there any salvation? What are you taking? ”

Jack stretched out his hand. Pestle both hands in front of my eyes. "The things on your spine, just these two, are hopeless."

I was stunned for a while. Only then did he take a closer look at what was in Jack's hand. Black-brown, like a sun-dried lotus pod, with an inch-long dry branch on top. The overall appearance was similar to what Jack was carrying, but it was only one-tenth the size of the one on Jack's back, and it was noticeably wilted.

Instantly, I felt the expression on my face turn wonderful. A sneer came out of his mouth.

"Jack, don't fool me. Do you think I'll believe it? ”

"You can't know if you touch it yourself, what am I lying to you for."

I was right when I heard it, I was so frightened and confused just now that I forgot about this stubble. I couldn't operate on myself, but I could still touch it.

I put my hands on my back and it was smooth. There was nothing but goosebumps that froze out. I reached out again and focused on the place where I had just pulled out the cupping, and I could feel a circle of dents, but the skin was elastic and there was clearly no wound.

What a miracle. My eyes lit up, and I felt instantly full of blood.

". It's too bullying. ”

Before my excitement had passed, I heard Jack's cry again.

"It's all trapped by that thing, if you don't have anything to do, I'll be covered in bruises and better than dead, what's this called."

I looked at Jack sympathetically. Of course I was very excited, and anyone would be excited to encounter such an escape, but I didn't dare to show it, it was salt in Jack's wounds. But I can't shed tears, I really don't have that acting skills.

I resisted the urge to laugh out loud and said to Jack with a complicated expression, "You were pulled inside it, and you were in a coma or psychedelic state all the time, and you were trying to choke my neck." I think it's because you don't have the most basic resistance that it has a chance. ”

My expression, of course, was complicated. I had to desperately hold back my ecstatic expression, and at the same time I had to put on a compassionate bodhisattva face, and the two expressions were so contrasting that they could not be unified at all. I think I was a lot of a super chameleon, constantly changing, and I mean expressions.

As I spoke, I craned my neck and showed him where he had laid his dead hand.

Jack took one look and said, "I have the impression that I got into a fight with a sworn enemy, and he grabbed me by the neck." Then two more hands appeared, but only two hands were seen, but no one was seen. These two hands shoot at me all the way..."

At this point, Jack stopped, reached out and touched his face and asked me, "Did you do it again?" ”

"It's not," I immediately denied.

This thing is now extremely psychologically unbalanced. I was already angry that I had suffered a hundred times more than I had suffered the same thing, and I was telling him that I had taken a picture of his swollen face like a pig's head, and that it would not make him angry to death. Fortunately, this time he was really unconscious, and I didn't admit that he was dead without proof.

"It must have been something that that thing secreted that made you allergic, and you were dragged into it, and it was all over the green liquid, and your face was purple at the time."

Jack looked at his arm. "Then why isn't it swollen elsewhere? And the face is hot. ”

I "......"

Damn, this thing is quite sober.

"Maybe the skin on my face is sensitive. This also shows that you are thin-skinned. You move your body and see what is wrong with it other than the injury on your back. If nothing else, we have to get out of here, we have to at least find water to drink, or we'll get dehydrated. ”

I quickly digressed from the subject.

Jack looked at me suspiciously for a moment, and began to move his hands and feet.

The two of them knelt facing each other, feeling weird, and it looked a bit like worshipping heaven and earth to get married. I quickly stood up and put on my clothes, and took the opportunity to secretly wipe a cold sweat. This guy has a very high IQ, and it's not easy to deceive him.

After a moment, Jack stood up. "I don't have any other problems, I'm ready to go."

After saying that, Jack lay on my back with peace of mind. (To be continued......)