The flames leading the way in front of me couldn't figure out what the freaks were doing, so they turned around and came back at me.

By the light of the flames, I quickly surveyed the dark alleyway in which I was found.

A very narrow passage, only enough for three people to pass side by side, on both sides of the rocks, the tentacles were slippery and wet, although it was not smooth, but it was impossible to find a groove that could accommodate the kind of underwater just now, and when I looked up, the rocks extended upwards into the darkness that had no end in sight.

Hide, there is no possibility, nowhere to hide.

Catch up and kill with a block of ten, or turn and run away, making sure not to make a sound.

The freaks' tails dragged on the ground with a strange rustling sound.

It's close.

"Zixia, Zixia! tell me what to do!" I shouted to the flames in my heart.

The flames paused in mid-air, as if they were looking and thinking.

Well, I'll do it myself.

I stood in the middle of the alleyway and slowly lifted the bone blade in my hand - it was better to kill than to be a deserter.

The flames suddenly and quickly sank, falling from mid-air to the ground in the middle of the alleyway, and then drifting back and forth on the centerline.

What does Zixia mean?

My mind is spinning fast, what is he giving me?

A freak flipped its tail, moved its body, and approached me.

Just as the edge of its tail was about to touch me, I suddenly felt like a mirror, held the white bone blade in my arms, pressed it longitudinally against my body, lay down, tightened my body, pulled myself into a slender strip, and lay on the ground in the middle of the alleyway along the direction of the alleyway.

There was a rustling sound in my ears, and several freaks split into two columns, carrying a black rectangular box, sticking to the sides of the alleyway, and passed over me.

The flame stopped next to my head, motionless, and seemed very nervous.

Thankfully, at the last moment, I understood what the flames had given me: he had me lie vertically in the middle of the alleyway floor.

When the freaks carried a box out of the depths of the alleyway, they divided into two groups, carrying both sides of the box, and the width of the box determined that they could only move forward on both sides of the lane, so that under the box, there was a safe area, and I, now, lay on this safe zone.

I held my breath, tightened my body, endured the fishy smell of the freaks, did not dare to open my eyes, did not dare to close my eyes, did not move, only felt that the left and right sides of my body were the tails of the freaks moving in order, swinging and moving forward, and the slightest deviation rolled up on me.

I only hate that my figure has been too plump in sixteen years of sleep, and no matter how hard I try, I can't shrink myself into a slender look like a sea of paintings.

Oh, sister...... How beautiful it is.

As soon as my eyes are closed, my heart is horizontal, I have to live!

I have to live so that one day my waist can become as thin as my sister's!

The movement in my ears fell silent, and I opened my eyes.

The flames were already in the air, waiting for me.

"Thank you, Zixia, for a good job. I said to the flame in my heart and got up gently.

By the light of the fire, I saw that the freaks carrying the boxes had gone far away, and I tiptoed up.

I didn't wonder why those freaks were so close to me that they couldn't see me or hear my breathing, but at least they could smell me, a human, an alien species to them, and why didn't they react at all?

I looked down at myself, and I was holding the bones of the freak's hand, covered in fine fish scales, and still had the slime that the freak had smeared on my face and neck—I really didn't have any human taste at all.

I don't know what happened to the other flame to move the rescuers, but there has been no movement until now.

I'm trapped in the crack of this rock wall, and my brother and they don't know what to do in the tunnel.

When I thought of my brother, my emotions were a little uncontrollable, my heart was agitated, my body shook twice, I reached out to hold the rock next to me, forgetting the white bone blade in my hand, only to hear the white bone knock on the rock, making a soft sound of "bell".

The flames bounced in fright, and I froze in fright, and my back was numb, and my cold hairs stood up one by one.

The freaks carrying the boxes in front stopped.

Ten. There are ten of them. On either side of the box, there were five on one side.

It should be eleven, and one of them was silently dealt with by me and the fish in the water just now.

But now it's on the shore. I don't have helpers.

The freaks let out a whining sound, and they were discussing something.

Then the nine continued to carry the box and stood still, the last one in the row on the right moved towards the place where I was making the sound.

To be honest, the light was too dim for me to see how the freak's two tails alternated between its legs as it moved its body, and all I could do was use my ears to memorize the peculiar sound of its tail as it strewd across the ground in the quiet dimness.

"Click, click, click, click......" I think I remembered.

Remember, this particular sound will save my life!

Before the freak could get closer, I took the bone blade and headed it up—I dragged my steps, my body sinked, and I heard my deliberate gesture with a "click, click, click, click.......

The freak stopped.

By the light of the fire, I saw that the unusually large ears on either side of its head, not nervously propped up, but slightly relaxed, even a little drooping, and it rumbled at me from the eye of its throat - it heard the sound of my movement, and it estimated that I might be its kind, and sounded to me to confirm with me.

I'm going to have to remember this voice, this voice coming out of the freak's throat.

Not yet, I need to listen to it again.

I didn't respond, I just rubbed my feet on the spot again, and made a few chaotic "click, click" sounds again.

The freak hesitated, and gradually lifted one of its tails, and poked it in my direction—I knew that the tail was retractable and even regenerating, but when it rolled towards me, and I was no longer protected by the fish, I could not contain my shiver.

Before its tail could touch me, it let out the same rumbling sound as before.

Well, I'll just give it a try.

I stuck one hand in my throat, steadied it, and made an incredible sound.

Forget to say that I have a sensitive and extraordinary sense of smell, and Huahai has the ability to imitate other people's speech vividly, it turns out that I am not bad, the sound I make when I move, and the roar that I force out of my throat, it is no exaggeration to say, when you can't see me, you will think that I am a freak!

I tried again.

The freak immediately lowered his tail, which had been raised, and walked closer to me.

There was a look of relief and resentment on its dark green face - did it think I was the lonely companion (the guy I had already dealt with in the water)?

It opened its mouth, as if it wanted to say something more, but I didn't give it another chance.

By the light of the fire, I wielded the blade of bone.

Maybe I used all my strength, fast and hard, so when its head broke away from its neck, the blood that spurted out seemed to have a kind of boost, pushing the skull, not falling but rising, like a leaky ball thrown into the air.

It went limp, falling to the ground.

I quickly and silently fell to the ground, just in time to catch its fallen body, and at the same time, I opened my arms and caught the leaking ball in my arms.

As long as I don't make a little noise, I'm willing to do anything.

The freak in the distance, carrying the box, made an impatient sound.

I silently pushed away the freak body that was pressing on me, and the head of the freak I held in my arms deflated, turning from dark green to pale green. I hold it in my hand.

"Zixia, there's no turning back, let's go. I said to the flames.

The flame nodded, and the flame flickered in front of me.

In the dim light, I saw that I was covered in blood and my heart was wooden.

If the helpers still don't come, how long can I last?

How long does it last?

If I had the slightest hint of cowardice and discouragement now, I would have been doomed.

With the severed head of the freak in one hand and the bone blade in the other, I dragged my feet and made a "click, ......" sound, and walked towards the nine freaks carrying the boxes.