Even though the rain was much lighter and there was no fog to obstruct the view, the cyclops' light still did not reach the source of the roar and the diversion of the water. I can only tell from the visible that the Laotians are right. The flow of water has changed here.

It's as if there's an invisible wall ahead, where the rainforest is blocked, and it's clear that there's no way forward, and all we can choose is to go left or right. That is, whether to continue to follow the direction of the current. At least under the current flashlight, there is no end in sight to the woods stretching to the left and right. I think Laotians are also talking about this topic.

I turned the light of the cyclops in the way it came, and there was no crimson snake on or under the tree, which made me think otherwise. Maybe we've gotten rid of the snakes, and if that's the case, there's no need to make a choice without knowing what's going on. Instead, you should take a break here, wait for the dawn, and see the situation clearly.

Frankly, I was curious about the terrain that created this huge vortex, and I don't see any weird terrain in my memory when I looked at the terrain in the valley from the cliffs. Of course, if the distance is too far away or the flooding caused by heavy rainfall changes the visible terrain, the observed terrain will not be detailed and inconsistent.

The two Laotians escalated from a whispered discussion to a loud argument and seemed to disagree on the next course of action. I don't know where their differences are, but I've made a decision, which is to rest here, and when the day dawns to see the terrain, I decide what to do next. I interrupted the argument between the two Laotians and told them what I thought.

Unexpectedly, neither Laotian would agree with me, even though they had opposite ideas. When they disagreed with me, they both expressed their views, Buazon insisted on continuing to follow the direction of the current, while another Laotian believed that the drastic change in the direction of the current was a red flag, and that if you continued to follow the direction of the current, you would be in danger, and you should go in the opposite direction in order to stay away from it. But they have one thing in common, and that is that they can't stop.

I think of this as an instinctive sense of danger. Perhaps this instinct of mine has deteriorated, and I do not feel the danger approaching, but I have the joy of escaping from the most dangerous situation. But it turned out that their hunch was correct, and the danger did not go away from us, and it soon appeared before us.

As I tried to convince two Laotians, and two Laotians were trying to convince each other, the familiar creepy groeping sound came again. Under the roaring sound of the water, the sound of the rain was no longer obvious, and even the sound of our fierce quarrel was not obvious, but the dense sound of ropes clearly came into the ears of each of us. Maybe we're too sensitive to this sound.

As soon as this voice appeared, it immediately interrupted our argument, it didn't matter which direction we ran, the important thing was to be fast. And as long as one person makes a choice and takes the first step, this direction will be our common direction. No one is left alone at this time, psychologically.

But none of the three of us moved, frowning and pricking up our ears to judge the direction of the ropes. The sound was dense, it was clearly the crimson snake making through the branches, but the direction of the sound puzzled me. Perhaps it was the loud sound of water that affected my ears' judgment, but I felt that the sound was more like coming from the left and right, that is, the direction of escape where the two Laotians were arguing.

I looked at the Laotians suspiciously, and saw that they were equally at a loss as quails. Since the ears were no longer reliable, and I could only rely on my eyes, I quickly turned on the cyclops, and the blinding white light instantly shone through the dense foliage into the distance.

We currently have two flashlights, one for me and one for Buazon. At the same time as I turned on the flashlight, Buazon also turned on his cyclops, and we tacitly shone the flashlight on both sides of the woods, ignoring the direction of the road. Obviously, we all sensed that the direction of the rope was uncertain, and that the direction of our escape could not be the way we came, and it was impossible to turn back.

I turned on the flashlight to the strongest light, the aperture was very small but the irradiation distance was very far, and there was no target in the irradiation range of the flashlight. Buazon and I turned around at about the same time, and the light of the two cyclops flashlights shone in the same direction. The two flashlights with the strongest light converged on one side, increasing the irradiation distance and range, so that we finally found the target. I saw a terrible red at the end of the cyclops' aperture.

The situation seems to be clear at a glance. Seeing the red color of the snake, the two Laotians finally agreed on their opinions, and Bu Asong put away his flashlight and took the lead in moving in the direction he had chosen.

I didn't move, but called out to Buazon and motioned for him to pull out the cyclops flashlight, and then I first shone the flashlight in the direction he had chosen. I felt uneasy in my heart, feeling that this thing was very strange and that it would not be so simple. I wanted to put the two flashlights together to see if there was something wrong with the direction Buazon had chosen, or if things were as weird as I thought.

Buazon was clearly more anxious to get out of here, and it was only at my insistence that he reluctantly turned on the one-eyed flashlight again. The flashlight shone into the distance, and the light reflected off the leaves in front of him reflected Buazon's pale face.

I don't think my face will look good either. At the end of the flashlight, there is a mottled red, and the color is deepening. It was clear that a large number of crimson snakes were gathering towards that place.

Buazon suddenly pointed the cyclops in the opposite direction and made a hurried sound at me. I understood what he meant, although I didn't think it made much sense to look in that direction, and I didn't think there was a way to live in that direction. But I still cooperated with Buazon to turn the flashlight around.

As I expected, the other side was also crimson, and we were surrounded.

When I heard such a noisy and dense sound, I had a bad feeling. It is inconceivable that these snakes are attacking us in the forest, it is against the instinct of the animals, and no animal will attack another species for no reason, especially when they are both escaping.

And for now, this group of snakes seems to be social, they seem to be gathering more of their kind, so that we have no chance of escape, because I found that the group of snakes is gathered at the end of the cyclops aperture, but there is no movement to move forward further for the time being. I even think that we came here because they drove us away.

Now that the encirclement has been closed, it is impossible for us to escape from any direction, and it is only a matter of time before they attack.

Fear and despair gripped the three of us.

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