More than ten meters down from our position, the brown bark of the trunk turned red and wriggled constantly. The one-eyed light stimulated the red, and when the one-eyed light hit the red, the wriggling red instantly stopped wriggling, but stood up diagonally like countless tentacles protruding from the trunk of a tree, like the synapse of some kind of sea anemone fluttering at the bottom of the sea, the same bright red and bright, except that they were still.

In fact, it is not absolutely static, at the front of each synapse, there is a small bifurcated red thread stretching out and gently vibrating. Yes, I saw the crimson snakes again, if this is the same group I saw at first.

The first thing I had to do was to wake the two Laotians out of their sleep. Although I don't have much hope of escaping this time, because if these snakes were the ones we have encountered, their sheer numbers can overwhelm us, and there is not much point in escaping, I still have to wake up the two Laotians and let them face the choice of life.

The two Laotians were woken up from their sleep by me, and although they were still half-asleep, they gave me a lewd smile. Only then did I realize that I was in a hurry to wake them up, completely forgetting the reality that I was naked. But I didn't have time to worry about it, so I pointed under my finger to signal that there was something underneath them, and then I put my pants on first.

I'm about to face a flight again, or even end my life's journey, no matter what, I don't want to be so embarrassed, even if I die, I have to die with dignity.

As soon as I fastened my belt, I heard Buazon cry out as if he had been bitten by a snake: poisonous mist.

Hearing this voice, I am more sure that the word means snake. I ignored him, got dressed as I could, took out the last piece of rope from my backpack, put it on my shoulder, and then pointed in the direction of the treetops and said, "Run." ”

Just as I can understand some simple Laotians, two Laotians can understand a few simple Chinese words, such as: run.

I knew that the two Laotians were better at climbing trees than me, and I didn't want to be left behind by them again, so I hugged the trunk and climbed up after saying this. The two Laotians also had to loosen the rope that held their bodies in place, and they were naturally left behind by me, who took the lead. I didn't look back at the two Laotians, nor at the red snakes, and the moment I climbed up, I knew what to do. We had no choice but to keep climbing up and jumping to the adjacent tree in a suitable position.

How to say, escape here like Tarzan of the Apes. Of course, this is also due to the fact that there is no one of their kind in the adjacent tree. The snakes must have been washed here by the flood, just like us, and I hope that they will stay at this place of residence quietly and not make any more crazy moves.

The trunk of this tree is clean and the view is not obstructed in any way where there are no forks. The only trouble was that it was hard to climb, and even at this height, the trunk was still so thick that I could just fold my arms around the trunk. Climbing up completely relies on the strength of the arms and legs to clamp the tree trunk, and move upwards little by little, and the dexterity of the hands cannot be exerted at all. Fortunately, the pain in my back was not so stimulating, and I was able to endure it without prostration.

With the cyclops in my mouth, I turned my head to look around as I climbed up, looking for trees to jump over. I have also seen the way the Laotians jumped between the two trees, but I am not sure how to do it, and I still have to rely on them to build a connection between the two trees. But if I find a branch that's closer, I'll still be able to.

Soon, I chose a branch that was close to another tree, and that branch was also flat and grew a thick foliage. From that position, you can see a branch sticking out of the tree on the opposite side. I climbed onto the thick branch, and instead of rushing into action, I knocked the cyclops to the bright light and observed the situation in the opposite tree. As I thought, there were also crimson snakes in the lower part of the trunk opposite. However, the snakes seem to have only found a place to stay, and did not climb higher, but gathered in the lower half of the trunk. As the light continued to shine down, I saw that the water under the trees was also red, and it seemed that we were once again surrounded by this group of snakes.

At this time, the two Laotians climbed to the fork of the trunk, and they seemed to agree to move from here to another tree, but when they saw the little red snake on the opposite tree, their faces became ugly again, and they said something to each other. The tone is quite intense, as if there is a disagreement.

Actually, when I saw the snakes in the trees opposite, my mind was confused, and if this forest was occupied by these snakes, then it would be of little practical point for us to move to other trees. I really don't have a good idea of what to do now, I just have to observe the behavior of these snakes more carefully, in order to come up with some way to break the situation. Of course, the two Laotians should have more experience in dealing with this situation than I do, and if they have ideas, I am willing to follow the advice of professionals. But at present, it seems that they are not in agreement, and I cannot pin my hopes on them.

The snake on the trunk was crawling up, but only in the tree we were, and the snake from the adjacent tree was still in the lower half of the trunk. But I soon found out why the snakes didn't climb up, they had a hard time climbing up the straight trunk, and often the snakes fell from the trunk into the water below. It made me think a little bit that maybe they wouldn't be able to climb up.

Soon this thought was brutally shattered, and although the snakes crawled hard and slowly, with their perseverance, the red was slowly but surely approaching us.

I interrupted the two Laotians who were arguing and showed them a flashlight and signaled that they had to act as soon as possible.

The two Laotians let out a few interjections with even more ugly faces, I think they were cursing. But the scene put an end to their argument, and Buazon immediately climbed to the end of the branch, took out a rope and shook it a few times, and threw it at the branch of a neighboring tree.

There should be a hook or something at the end of the rope, and it is firmly fastened after a few strokes around the opposite branch. Buazon pulled hard a few times, and his body jumped over with the elasticity of the branches. On the opposite side was a large, spreading broad-leaved tree, and Buazon grabbed a branch and rolled over and rode on it, throwing back the rope in his hand.

Another Laotian handed me the rope and motioned for me to jump first. I don't have the skills of the Laotians, so I can't jump over with the elasticity of the branches, I can only swing over like Tarzan of the Apes, hoping that the branches on the other side will be strong enough.

I tightened the rope and swooped to the other side. It was too dark for me to bite the cyclops for fear of putting the flashlight in my throat if I hit the tree. The glow stick in Buazon's hand was so dim that by the time I saw the trunk in front of me, my head had hit the tree.

I'm secretly glad that I really had a visionary vision, but fortunately I didn't bite the flashlight down.

PS: I always feel like I'm being chased by time, no, it's Monday again. Thank you all for your support.