6. Even if you die of pain, you have to go

The fat man looked at me, and I said to the fat man, "I don't know anything, and I don't know why this blood is useful." Now follow me and rush out into the yard. ”

My bloody hand was pressed down to the ground, and we went all the way, all the bugs avoided and did not pounce on us, and we walked smoothly to the entrance of this yard, and found that there was not a single bug outside the yard.

The fat man turned around and closed the courtyard door and said, "Damn, I have to put a note on the door and tell others that there are evil insects in it." This insect is really good, and he likes to stay in the yard. ”

I said, "Don't be poor, we have to find a place to fix it first, or my blood will run out," I said. The cut was too deep just now, and we have to go down the mountain for such a long distance, if the blood does not stop, I will definitely die halfway up the mountain.

Cutting yourself is also a science, like the little brother can cut himself so gracefully, I estimate that I have suffered a lot before.

The fat man looked at my hands dripping with blood all over the ground, and sighed: "What a waste, you really don't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil, and salt are! Where are you going now?"

I said we still have to go to the little brother's yard, and the fat man asked why, and I said, "I don't know, I always think that it will be safer to have a little brother, and if he is not there, at least a statue of him is better than no statue at all." ”

The fat man said that you are too fucking superstitious, and said that you left before me. I suddenly had a thought, and I said why do I want to erect a statue for my little brother, is it because my little brother once fought off the insect soldiers here?

Anyway, in my heart, the place where the little brother statue is located should be more or less different.

We continued all the way, and there were no insects in the whole lama temple, so we ran all the way to the statue of the little brother. Because it was dawn, the fat man saw the true face of the statue for the first time, and when he looked at it, he wondered: "Damn, why does the little brother here look so sad?" I said, "Don't worry about it for now, let's see how I'm hurt." ”

We entered a room which was completely deserted. There was no charcoal stove, and we were so cold that our faces turned blue. I checked the fat man and my body as fast as I could, and found that the bugs didn't hurt us much, and although their heads were pointy enough to burrow into our skin, they didn't seem to want to actually burrow their heads, but just wanted to suck some blood. There were a few bugs on the fat man's body that had already sucked up blood, and I slapped them off with my hands, resulting in blood on one hand.

And all the bugs on me are dead. I didn't have time to clean them up one by one, so I had to just break them off the ones that were the most unsightly. I must have a lot more on my back, but there was really nothing I could do, and I thought to myself as I dealt with it: "Damn, that lama is so vicious, let's take off our clothes so that the worms can suck our blood more easily." ”

The fat man treated the wounds on my hands, my hands were almost miserable, the plasma stuck to the palms of my hands, and the blood kept flowing out. The fat man tied my wrists with a belt, then broke open my wounds, and said: "Why don't you just chop your hands, you see that it almost cuts the back of your hand, this one has to be stitched, although I am good at needlework, fat man, there is no equipment here, I can only use soil methods." ”

"What do you want to do?" I watched as the fat man took out his pistol, opened the magazine, and began to bite with his teeth, "Do you want to burn that set with fire again?"

"Trust me, it works. The fat man unscrewed the bullet, put the gunpowder aside, wiped all my blood with his trousers, pressed the wound, and then poured all the gunpowder on it.

I still remember that kind of pain, and it was definitely not something that could be described by sprinkling salt on the wound, but what hurt more than sprinkling salt was sprinkling gunpowder on the wound.

When I was done, I almost fainted, and the fat man asked, "Where's the fire?" and I pulled out a lighter and gave it to him. He put a little bit of gunpowder into it, and found that it was completely unlit: "Hey, this gunpowder is not of good quality." ”

I broke out in a cold sweat in pain, and when I looked into the palm of my hand, I found that the gunpowder was all soaked with blood, but the blood really didn't flow, and I thought that this would be it, and it would be really difficult to make the fat man reliable. /

At this time, I heard the fat man say: "It's safe for the time being, can you do it, do you want to rest for a while and see if you can go out?"

I said to the fat man: "In this situation, there is nothing that cannot be done, even if it is painful to death, we have to leave immediately." ”

The fat man gave me a thumbs up and walked out with me in his arms, not touching any other bugs along the way. The rest of the journey became very boring, and I didn't know how long it would take to walk, walk, walk, and rest, but I felt that my knees hurt terribly, and my muscles were strained, and I didn't walk out of the temple gate until dusk.

There was still a long way to go, and I was exhausted, and all my skin was purple from the cold. I know that if we don't have anything to eat, we will freeze to death and starve to death, even if there are no bugs.

We shrunk back, almost gritted our teeth, and walked slowly down the hill in the cold wind close to sub-zero. If it weren't for the exercise in the past few years, which has strengthened my body a lot and made me very determined, we would never have been able to finish this road.