I crawled almost to the bug-free area, and found that the centipedes kept coming towards me, but finally stopped two meters away, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, I found that there were still centipedes biting my flesh in several places on my body.

The snake cave was fine just now, but it's a bad thing here.

I had been terrified of this ugly and terrifying multi-legged creature all my life, and I couldn't care too much about it at the moment, so I reached over, pulled it off, threw it on the ground and stepped on it, and trampled it to a pulp, and it was only then that I was relieved of the evil breath, and at this time, about the spread of the toxin, my eyes were dark, and I fell into the mud puddle at once, and it took a while to breathe.

At this time, I barely sat up, but when I saw that the centipedes did not dare to come forward, I turned around and went towards the torches on the ground.

These centipedes have been gathering in the cave for many years, and they don't know why, they are extremely fierce, even if they are burned by the flames, they do not flinch, and in a short time, they extinguish the torches, and the last ray of light in the cave is extinguished.

This hellish place, which I haven't even had time to look at, is completely plunged into darkness.

I carried my bag, half-sat in the mud pit, leaned against the stone stick, and gasped constantly, feeling the burning pain at the wound continuously, as if I had been roasted on a fire, and the pain was like a wave, wave after wave of pain came into my mind, and my thinking gradually came to a standstill.

I felt the world in front of me shake, blurry, dizzy, and sleepy, as if I was about to fall asleep as soon as my eyes were closed.

But at this time, I was very awake, and I knew that if I closed my eyes and wanted to wake up again, I am afraid it would be difficult.

Thinking of this, I tried to pinch my thighs to keep myself awake.

At this time, darkness enveloped the entire space, except for the crawling sound of countless centipedes "rustling" around me, all that was left was my heartbeat and the sound of gradually heavy breathing.

Sitting like this, as depressed as I am, I suddenly had a strong sense of unreality.

I fantasized that I was actually dreaming.

When I woke up from the dream and opened my eyes, I was still the busy, running around potion salesman, with a good income and a decent job, eating and drinking with customers everywhere, and then waiting until the end of the month, receiving a good salary, the kind of salary plus commission, and then looking forward to the New Year, carrying a big bag and a small bag home.

However, the omniscient pain pulled me back to reality, and made me deeply realize that I was deep underground in a mountain forest somewhere in Jiangzhou, Jiangxi Province, surrounded by centipedes and poisonous insects.

And I may not make it out alive.

As soon as I thought of this, I was so angry that I couldn't help but curse my mother, but it didn't help me in the slightest, and after a while, I leaned over, took a deep breath, and then began to meditate according to the method on the Nine Mysterious Dew.

After sitting like this, I don't know how long it took, I felt the burning pain in my body disappear, and my almost numb body began to regain its vitality.

I'm not sure if it's the credit of cultivating the Nine Xuanlu, or the effect of the antidote pill that Teacher Xiahou gave me before, but in short, the previous signs of poisoning began to fade, allowing me to stand up again.

It was still pitch black, and I touched the backpack behind me and began to study the stone stick in front of me.

In this place full of poisonous insects, it can have a foothold, and it is all due to it.

It's just that these fierce centipedes, why are they afraid of this stone stick?

In the dark, I can't see much, I can only touch it with the palm of my hand, I feel that it is slippery, I don't know how much mucus it is stained with, the thickness of the teacup, very straight, straight up, I touch it up, I can touch the top - I am 1.76 meters tall, after wearing shoes, I can reach the top with my hand, that is to say, this stone stick rooted in the mud puddle is almost more than two meters.

Maybe longer.

My judgment at this time was a little vague, not particularly clear, rubbed the mucus on my hands, put it under my nose and smelled, there was a smell of rosin agar, but the smell was not much, I knew that it was not the excrement of some strange insects.

I crouched down and peeled away the mud around the stick, revealing that it was directly connected to the rock layer below.

I pulled it with all my might, but I couldn't pull it out.

It made me a little depressed.

Because I was thinking about one thing just now, that is, if I wanted to leave, I would have to face two problems - first, there were centipedes all over the ground, these insects were full of aggression, and if I left this safe zone without permission, I might have to drown the centipede poisonous insects alive; And then there's one more, and that's whether there is an exit here.

If not, I'll have to climb up.

The latter question, I need to investigate, and the basis for the investigation is that I have to survive in front of so many centipedes.

Now there is only one solution to the first problem, and that is to pull out the whole stick that stuns the poisonous insects, so that I can borrow it to repel the poisonous insects.

I tried for a long time, but the stone stick was like a steel bar fixed on the ground, and I couldn't pull it out.

If you can't pull it out, then break it.

If it breaks, I'll be able to take it away—thinking of this, I began to grab at it and fold it to the ground, but I didn't think that this thing was so tough that I didn't make a single crack even with the strength of milk.

What can I do?

The body has not yet recovered, and the excessive force at this moment makes my head appear more dizzy, and as time passes bit by bit, I know that the more it drags on, the greater the danger will be, thinking like this, I decided to make a desperate bet, so I began to adjust my breath, using the method of urging the blood veins on the "Nine Xuanlu", burning the demonic power, turning it into power, and pulling it out again.

This time, if it doesn't work, then I'll be killed here.

Yes......

I gripped the stick tightly with both hands, and the strength gathered from my limbs to my hands, and my breath sank, and then it jerked up to my chest.

Rise!

At first, the stone stick was still unmoving, but when the blood of the Lingming Stone Monkey exploded, the strong and indestructible stone stick finally loosened a little.

I took advantage of this loosening, and little by little I went around in circles, and gradually, gradually, gradually, the stone stick shook more and more.

When I shouted "up", the stone stick finally left the ground, but the moment it left the ground, I felt that the stone stick that I had grasped tightly and was as hard as steel did not soften, and suddenly changed from a steel rod to a boiled noodle and became soft.

Not only that, but the stone scale on its surface also began to fall off.

The moment the stick softened, I hurriedly reached out to take it, and when I came back to my senses, I found that the thing had softened into a ball of rope.

And when the stone scale fell off, this thing revealed its original true body, but it was like silicone, soft with hard, hard and a little soft, I was a little confused, this thing was clumped, and found that it was only as thick as chicken eggs, soft, and the length was reduced a lot.

It was so soft that I took it in my hand and shook it, and it felt like I was holding a whip.

I was a little caught off guard by this change, and it took me a while to hold back the curiosity in my heart, not to think about the reason, but to grab the huddled thing and walk forward.

I'm testing whether the stone stick turned into noodles can still deter these centipede poisonous insects.

Thankfully, as I took my steps, I felt the gadgets in the darkness begin to retreat, that is, although the shape of this thing has changed, the deterrent effect on centipede poisonous insects is still there.

As a result, my hanging heart finally relaxed.

Anyway, I was able to take the first step towards success, and then I had to find an outlet.

With a general impression, I came to the place where the torch had fallen, and then the centipedes had dispersed, and I hung the softened stone stick around my neck, leaned down and picked up the torch, and found that there were still some sparks in it, and I blew little by little, turning the sparks into flames again, and then the torches began to burn again, and also brought light to the place.

With the light, I began to look around, and found that it was a small space of twenty or thirty square meters, with a mud pool in the middle and rocks on the side, but there was no other way out except for those densely packed small holes in the mountain wall the size of a fist.

Fortunately, at this time, I saw a rattan rope hanging down from above, in an inconspicuous place.

This thing feels like it was specially left behind by the designer.

I walked over, pulled the rattan rope and tugged it, it felt quite strong, and then looked up and looked up, and then looked at the centipedes that were constantly surging in Zhouzhai, and I didn't want to stay longer for a second, so I put the slender half-stick into the backpack behind me, and bit the torch with my mouth, and began to climb up.

The process was extremely difficult, and if I didn't pay attention to it, my palms were sweaty, and I began to slide down, so frightened that I hurriedly hugged the rope, and then stopped the fall.

It took me about half an hour to climb to the top.

And there's a shallow and slippery slope where I just slipped down, and I have to be cautious about climbing here, because if anything goes wrong, I'm sure I'll have to fall again.

I was so tossing and turning, and when I finally climbed to the top, I was almost exhausted, and I threw the torch aside, and lay down on the ground, panting for breath, and at the same time stretched out my hands, and saw that it was full of blood blisters, and it hurt and itched, and I was very sad.

I rested for a long time before I got up, thought for a while, and suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly took out the silica gel rope-like thing.

Then I began to take advantage of the fact that there was only one person at this moment, to check what I had taken from Qiu Wendong's sacrificing life.

I've been exhausted all the time, so I haven't had time to take a closer look.

However, when I emptied the entire backpack, I was dumbfounded.

I was stunned.

Except for a bead of blood and a stone from nowhere, there was nothing in the backpack.

Including the piece of flesh that I thought was the Houtu Spirit Bead, and the other blood beads, they were all gone.

What the hell is going on?