Pan Zi asked the little brother, "Have you ever run a boat before?" Or have you been in the mines?"

The little brother shook his head and didn't say anything, obviously not wanting to say.

The little porridge water he had drunk on the edge of the waterfall was not full, so the fat man turned over the beef jerky and chopped it, mixed it with mustard vegetables, and planned to make some sauce and cook noodles to eat later.

The fat man's kung fu was good, and Zhang Qixun couldn't intervene to help, so he turned around and took out a medical kit to disinfect and bandage the small wounds on several people's bodies that were cut by bushes.

This time they had the blessing of heavy firepower, and after killing the two giant pythons, they did not suffer as much damage as in the original plot.

The little brother was also thrown to the ground after being blown out, and his knees broke some skin, but his skin turned white after soaking in water for a long time, and the wound looked a little serious.

Wu Xiaoxie asked Zhang Qi for a little gauze, sorted out the remains of "A Ning", and then put the body into a sleeping bag with the help of Pan Zi and moved it to the other side of the stone platform.

After making it, the fat man beckoned everyone to come over for dinner.

"Come on, come on, try the fat man's exclusive mustard beef noodles, and keep one bowl after another for you to eat."

The fat man's cooking skills are as good as ever, and everyone gives them a thumbs up.

Pan Zi couldn't help but sigh, "When I went to the tomb before, I had to be glad to have a great life when I could eat dry food in the wild, which is like us now, this situation, Teniang's is like suburban tourism, and sure enough, the times have changed."

As soon as the stomach is full, people begin to feel sleepy.

Pan Zi set up a simple tent with a tarp to block the sun, and he set up a sentry so that everyone could rest, "When we enter the swamp, we won't have so much leisure."

When I woke up, the sunset was already hanging on the treetops, and the sky was getting dark.

Zhang Qixun felt that his throat was a little dry, so he got up lightly, took the ginger tea that had been warm on the smokeless stove and poured himself some water, and after drinking it in three or two sips, the sleepiness disappeared.

Seeing Panzi leaning on the backpack next to him dozing, he leaned over and patted him lightly, and whispered, "Go and sleep under the awning for a while, I'll just watch."

Pan Zi looked up at the sky and patted Zhang Qixun's shoulder, "It's hard work."

Zhang Qixun smiled, watched Pan Zi walk to Wu Xiaoxie and lie down, and turned his head to stare at the other end of the stone platform, where the body of "A Ning" was placed.

The sleeping bag was intact, and apparently the pheasant neck had not yet started to move.

Zhang Qixun is a little entangled whether to care about it, it is better to directly let the pheasant's neck move the corpse, the little naïve of the province has always been worried, but it's too weird, those snakes are too weird, and they will definitely use the corpse of "A-Ning" to lure the little naïve to take the bait.

After thinking about it, I still feel that it is safer to burn a fire.

Suddenly felt a drop of water fall on his face, Zhang Qixun looked up at the sky, the sun had fallen from the treetops, and he couldn't see clearly, and the dark clouds above his head were converging, and it looked like it was going to rain again.

Zhang Qixun moved the smokeless stove under the tarp, took out the sulfur powder from the space, poured some into the smokeless oven to burn, made some egg whites collected in the space jar from the remaining powder, stirred well, and then sprinkled around the tarp.

After that, I sat down and waited with my chin propped up.

After a long time, there was a slight grinding sound in my ears, which sounded like the wind blowing through the leaves.

Zhang Qixun's heart sank, here!

Pulling out the dagger at his waist, he was about to get up and lean over to check, when suddenly his shoulders sank, and one hand came up and pressed him to the spot.

Zhang Qixun's hair exploded, and he hit his backhand elbow back, but he was caught steadily, and with a slight twist, he unloaded his strength, and his whole arm was twisted and stuck to his back.

A very low voice came from my ear, "It's me."

This sound? It's a little brother!

Zhang Qixun turned his head to look back, the little brother was half-kneeling behind him, staring at the corpse of "A-Ning" with an expressionless face, holding Zhang Qixun's arm with both hands, and only then did he let go when he saw that there was no movement of the struggle.

"it!" Zhang Qixun glared and asked him in an angry voice, "When did you come over?"

Damn, he just cared about the corpse of "A-Ning".

Over there, I didn't notice the movement behind me at all.

The little brother continued to stare over there and replied softly, "Just now."

Zhang Qixun moved his arm, the little brother was still very measured, and there was no discomfort except that the muscles were twisted a little sore.

Holding the dagger in his left hand and turning around twice, Zhang Qixun was a little breathless, and said softly, "Why don't you go over and take a look?"

The little brother shook his head, pinched the sulfur powder around him and sniffed it, then patted Zhang Qixun's shoulder, turned around and went back to lie down.

Zhang Qixun: "......"

This is because he knows that he has a protective cover against snakes, so he has nothing to fear?

Is it so capricious?

The snoring of the fat man and Pan Zi was earth-shattering, and they didn't notice anything was wrong.

Zhang Qixun sighed and continued to stare at the corpse of "A Ning".

In just a moment, there were already more than a dozen slender dark red shadows, dragging the watermark, crawling in front of the corpse little by little, and then, very cleverly, using the cockscomb head to open the zipper of the sleeping bag, along the gap, one by one.

Soon, the whole inside of the sleeping bag began to squirm, and the sound of rustling and rain were mixed together, and the listeners felt uncomfortable, as if those snakes were drilling into their own ears.

A few more shadows dragging watermarks climbed up the stone platform, silently, little by little towards the tarp.

Zhang Qixun squinted his eyes, and the dagger in his hand was about to fly out, when those dark red shadows suddenly seemed to touch something, writhing and rolling one by one, making a painful "cluck" sound, and after a few convulsions, there was no more movement.

The snake that got into the sleeping bag was holding up the corpse and carrying it out little by little, and seeing that most of the corpse was exposed, with a "whoosh", a cold light broke through the air, brushed the edge of the corpse, and directly pinned one of the pheasants to the neck in place.

The pheasant let out a few terrible "clucking" noises from its neck, and its body writhed a few times, trying to break free from the dagger's confinement.

Seeing this, the other pheasants immediately dropped the nutrients they were carrying, and all of them erected their upper bodies, bowed their snake bodies, and the cockscombs exploded, staring at Zhang Qixun.

Zhang Qixun released a killing intent, his eyes were sharp, and he also stared at them tightly, not giving an inch.

A slightly thicker pheasant's neck shook twice and gave a command, and the other pheasants moved their necks, pulling the dead companion's snake corpse out from under the dagger, and trying to remove the dead snake corpse around the tarp as well.

"Cluck" was heard a few more times, this time from the dense forest not far away, as if it was an order to retreat.

A dozen pheasants did not hesitate to drop the snake carcass that had not had time to be lifted, and retreated while on guard, crawling little by little from the edge of the stone platform into the mire.

It quickly vanished.