Tree climbing is a test of both physical and mental strength. On the sixth day in the tree, Lu Lie's climbing speed was significantly slower. His hands became sluggish, his head began to fog, and his feet were empty several times, and he almost fell with a basket, becoming one of the many martyrs.

To make matters worse, he had greatly underestimated the height of the giant tree—he had been climbing it for six days, but there were still endless trunks above it, and the top could not be seen at the top.

No matter how much you save, the dry food and water in the basket have bottomed out.

Now, do you just get off the tree, or do you keep climbing?

If you go back down, you will naturally be much faster than you will be able to climb up. But even if he returned to the land, he would not be caught in prison by tolerance, and sooner or later he would be tortured to death by the evil fire in his body.

But climbing up is about a dead end. Lu Lie didn't know how long he had to climb, and he even suspected that this giant tree had no end at all—its form of existence might be an infinite extension, stretching out into an endless space.

What made him even more desperate was that along the way, he did not find a fruit of the giant tree that he had longed for for a long time. Fortunately, the giant tree itself seemed to have a soothing magic, which eased the evil fire in his body a little. As long as he stays in the giant tree, it should greatly slow down the speed of his spontaneous combustion.

Lu Lie prostrate on the tree wall and hesitated for a long time.

In the end, he made up his mind and slammed his fist on the tree wall: Climb! If you continue to climb up, there is at least a 1 in 10,000 chance of surviving, and it is better than going back down and dying in a nest.

Now that he had made up his mind to die, Lu Lie no longer hesitated. He was originally a child who grew up in the midst of war and chaos, he had picked up food from the pile of bones, climbed out of the human pit, and had never seen any big scenes? He Lu Lie didn't believe it, he didn't die after so many wars, and in the end he would be trapped by a tree and die.

Lu Lie waited until the sun came out and the clouds cleared, and then looked upwards again, trying to determine the situation above the giant tree.

When he looked at it, he saw that about two or three hundred meters above him, there were six black silhouettes attached to the bark of the tree, motionless. From Lu Lie's point of view, it should be the outline of a person.

Although Lu Lie was bold, he was not reckless. He knew very well that at an altitude of two thousand meters, there was no restriction on the law on land. Strange tree climbers meet on giant trees, fight for food, and even kill people to grab goods. In a situation where the good and evil of the other party are unknown, rash progress will only lead to disaster.

The wind was strong in the sky, and Lu Lie couldn't see the specific situation of the six silhouettes clearly. He was afraid that the other party would find out, so he could only stop where he was.

But the six silhouettes remained silently above them, not taking a step forward for a long time, and they didn't know what they were doing. Is it that in this kind of place, you are still in the mood to look at the scenery under your feet?

Lu Lie couldn't advance or retreat. When was he so embarrassed? Just when there was a fire in his heart, he only heard a snapping sound, and his forehead was cold. A little liquid dripped from above and landed on Lu Lie's head.

He secretly felt bad in his heart: What, could it be that at this time, it was raining again?

In the world of giant trees, rain is an absolute disaster. Rainy weather can make the bark more slippery, and climbers can stumble and fall if they are not careful.

Soon, Lu Lie realized that his judgment was wrong. Two more drops of liquid fell from the sky. He reached out and took the liquid, put it under his nose and sniffed it—a strong, rancid smell that definitely wasn't the smell of rain.

Suddenly, his pupils narrowed into two points: it couldn't be wrong, this familiar smell he had often smelled on the battlefield and in the pile of dead men before. It's the smell of decay that only rotting corpses emit, and it's corpse water that drips from above.

Lu Lie raised his head and looked at the six silhouettes above fluttering slightly in the wind. It was already six corpses hanging in the air.

Shocked in his heart, he smashed an axe into the bark of the tree with his left hand to fix his body, and with his right hand backhand, he pulled out the long machete behind his back, and assumed a posture ready to fight.

"There are enemies! I don't know what they are, but it's clearly aggressive. It has already killed six tree climbers and is likely to be hovering around, coming back at any moment!

"At a distance of two hundred meters above myself, this distance has become an aisle full of death and variables!"

This was the first judgment made by Lu Lie.

But doubts grew in his heart:

1. If these six people were attacked and killed, why were their bodies still hanging from the trees? On the two-thousand-meter cliff, after a fierce fight, the defeated did not lose their balance and fell into the abyss, and the probability of this happening is almost zero.

2. Did they die from other tree climbers, or from the beasts of the trees, and if they died from other tree climbers, why were the packages on their backs not taken away, and if they died at the mouths of beasts, why were their bodies still intact?

Lu Lie has been waiting in place for a long time, and it will be dark if he waits any longer. Stretching out his head and shrinking his head, he observed below for a while, and after making sure that there was no movement above for the time being. Lu Lie bit the machete in his mouth, hunched his back tightly, used both hands together, and cautiously climbed up.

In this short period of 200 meters, even the wind and clouds made Lu Liexin raise his throat.

Slightly to his surprise, he was ready for battle along the way, but in the end he climbed to the position of the corpse without danger.

Just now, Lu Lie was headwind at two thousand meters, but now he has climbed two hundred meters up, and he has entered the tailwind. A disgusting stench hit him, choking him with tears.

From behind, the six men were men and women, with dark necks and thick arms. The shoes are made of non-slip fish scales, the body is dressed in high-altitude deerskin to protect against the cold, the package on the back is bulging, and the weapons on the waist include daggers and nunchucks, which look like agile weapons for high-altitude combat.

Lu Lie wanted to find out the cause of their deaths. He crawled up to the male corpse closest to him and observed him further.

What made him feel creepy was that the male corpse had been dead for so long, and the muscles of his face had begun to dissolve, but he could still clearly see his expression before he died—his pale mouth was extremely wide open, the whites of his cloudy eyes were narrowed into a line, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes were pulled tightly.

He was laughing.

Dead people laugh too?

What is he laughing at?

What was it that he saw before he died, that would make him laugh so exaggeratedly? Even the imminent danger and the death of his companions could not stop him from laughing?

It was obviously broad daylight, but Lu Lie felt his goosebumps stand up.