PS: PS: I took a leave of absence to code words at home. The updates have been irregular in the past two days, which has broken the hearts of many book friends. Efforts are being made to rectify them.

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The fat man's shouts sent chills down the spine at the same time as Jack.

A little upstream of the underground river, there was a transparent beetle bloodsucking bug in the water, which once nearly killed me and Jack. When the underground river arrives here, the water temperature is even lower, and I don't know if the bloodsucking worm can survive at this water temperature, but the big bats can survive and hunt at this temperature, and the possibility that the bloodsucking worm can survive here exists. If there are such bloodsucking worms in the water, it can be a big problem.

As the fat man shouted, I saw Jack's muzzle press down slightly, and a volley of bullets swept across the white spray.

The white waves are only rolled on the surface of the water, pushing towards us at a height of half a foot in the quiet river, and the river is so slow that we can't see the flow, and this white wave, like a model on the mirror, almost no changes in size, speed, etc., is so constant approaching us.

The wind blowing horizontally on my face and body became more violent, and it carried with it the smell of river water and a certain pungent smell peculiar to the big bats, not the smell of bat droppings, but an unspeakable pungent smell secreted by their bodies. Because of this, I didn't suspect that the big bats were still around us.

The smell was not new to me and Jack, but at the moment, the smell was stronger and more irritating, and even affected my eyes, making my eyes very uncomfortable. The tears that flowed out involuntarily affected the vision.

"Fuck. Did these brutes grow up eating onions? ”

The fat man's curse voice showed that I was not the only one with uncomfortable eyes. Don't say it. Although the pungent smell in the wind is not the smell of onions, the effect is really the same as cutting onions.

The pungent smell made it difficult for my eyes to see what was rolling up in the white waves, but I could tell that Jack's line of bullets into the water didn't do anything. Don't say stop the approaching waves, not even add or decrease a single wave.

"It's the big bats that are doing the trick, they drive the piranhas against us, and the low temperature doesn't have any effect on these fish as long as they don't fall overboard. There's nothing we can do about these fish to keep them from capsizing the boat. ”

Tang Yumo's attention was always focused on rowing, and even the bullet casings from the M16 automatic rifle that dropped out when Jack shot did not affect her rowing. But it was obvious that she had done her best, after all, a girl's physical strength was limited, and even I felt that I couldn't bear it, let alone her. So much so that she paused twice before she finished speaking.

"Piranha?! Isn't this stuff unique to Amazon? Why did you run here, and you can't freeze to death. ”

I gasped and interrupted the fat man's foul words. "It should be a subspecies, and the man-eating pomfret is not unique to the Amazon."

"It's a variant. If it's a man-eating pomfret. Jack quickly switched to a magazine, his eyes moving from the water to a little higher. This will be the only cold-water man-eating pomfret ever discovered. This species has only been found in tropical and warm waters in the past. So, there could be something else in the water as well. Miss Tang, listen to your tone, you've seen this thing. ”

"Yes." Tang Yumo said expressionlessly. "Our main danger is still in the air, and if we get rid of them, the piranhas will disperse immediately. Piranhas only operate in the shallow waters of underground rivers, and the deep waters are their off-limits, where they have natural predators. ”

"What do you mean by piranha?" I asked Tang Yumo.

I want to be sure of the piranha in Tang Yumo's mouth. Is it what we usually think of as a man-eating pomfret? After all, this species is easily recognizable. Also, I'm more worried about being guessed by Jack's crow's mouth, and it's not the man-eating pomfret that is driving the waves. It's something more terrible that we've never seen. And, I think it's very likely.

Piranha pomfret are gregarious, carnivorous fish that, stimulated by the smell of blood, will go crazy to attack species much larger than themselves. Just as Jack had guessed, I also thought that the wind blowing sideways was the work of the big bats. None of us have uttered this speculation, but our actions speak for it. For example, Jack shoots wildly in the direction where the crosswind is coming from. Nature is not catharsis and a waste of bullets.

And I believe that, although I didn't see it, such a dense bullet must have hit the big bat that was making a difference. So why didn't those big bats that fell into the water and released a lot of bloody smell attract man-eating pomfrets to turn back to hunt?

"Let's focus on rowing. You'll see that in a moment. I don't want to be overrun by big bats. ”

Tang Yumo finished this sentence with great difficulty. He refused to answer my questions again.

It's impossible for me to call a fat man to row. He was now acting as a balancing hull, half of his body still leaning out, cursing and staring at the approaching waves at an even speed. I don't think he had pressed the boat on the other side, and the boat was already half-capsized.

Except for the fat man's roaring curses, the only sound in the air was the sound of me and Tang Yumo rowing, and the sound of our heavy breathing. Instead, the man who made the loudest noise and his gun remained silent.

"Why stop shooting?! Do you want them to catch up? ”

The silence and darkness drove me crazy. The fire of the three torches in the bow and stern of the boat shook violently under the great wind, and the shadows cast by the four of us on the water were fickle and jumping, like a few hippies dancing wildly.

My nervous questioning voice didn't get a response from Jack, but I heard the fat man let out a louder growl, a more brutal curse.

The fat man's leaning body against the wind, the light of the ship's torches behind him, casting his figure on the surface of the water and keeping his face in darkness. The pungent smell in the air grew stronger, and I had to muster up the courage to turn my face to the side where the wind was blowing.

The first thing that caught my eye was Tang Yumo's tearful face. She sat on the side of the crosswind with her face facing the opposite side, and even so, the strong, pungent smell brought tears to her eyes. I knew I was about the same, and I could feel the tears running down my cheeks and dripping down my chin.

We looked at each other with tears streaming down our eyes, as if neither of us wanted to face each other in this way, and our eyes were touched and separated. Then from behind Tang Yumo, I saw the fat man's upper body raised outside the ship.

At this moment, his hands were still in a holding position, but his fingers were all parted, and water quickly trickled down from his fingers and dripped into the underground river. His face and bald head were also flowing downward. However, his eyes were closed, the veins in his temples were throbbing violently, and the sound coming from his mouth was indistinguishable from a curse or an instinctive roar.

Judging from the posture he maintained, he had just washed his face and eyes with the water of the underground river.

"Idiot."

Jack glanced in the direction of the fat man and said with tears streaming down his face. (To be continued......)