Daomu Biji

I was curious when I looked, and asked Aning, "What is he going to do?"

"I don't know." Aning looked at the mine light below with a complex expression. "He went down without a word, and asked him that he didn't care about anyone. I can't understand you friend."

I sighed. Since the conversation in the Devil City, there have been fewer words about the oil bottle. Even his face has solidified recently, and no expression has appeared. I do n’t know if this person ’s brain is in the end. Thinking about something, maybe he is really like what Doma said: in his own world, he has always been alone, so he does not need to reveal anything at all.

Looking at the light underneath, it should be on a tree branch, swaying to the wind, I was a little worried that he would fall, and then thought that this kid is a professional missing person, would he take this opportunity, and Have you slipped away by yourself?

A Ning they have no experience, this is really a bit mysterious-I looked at the shaking lights below, and could not see whether he was there.

Thinking of this, I couldn't rest assured, so I turned on the miner's lamp and told Aning that I would take a look. Then under the heavy rain, holding the trunk carefully section by section down.

Crawled to the edge of the miner's lamp below, I looked around, and my heart suddenly became cold.

There is really no one!

The plant that we hid from the rain just now was covered with empty space, where there was the shadow of a stuffy oil bottle!

"God's day!" I scolded, "Do you really run away!" Why is this person saying hello to you compared to fat people doing bad things, this person simply thinks we don't exist, it is too much.

Was furious, and was about to call the fat guys to come down to discuss the countermeasures. Suddenly the tree branch moved, but the stuffy oil bottle came out of the dark place covered by the plant, which surprised me. I looked up and it turned out that he was standing on top of the cover, not knowing what to look at.

There was a false alarm. I couldn't help but let out a long breath. He saw me coming down, he was slightly stunned, and he waved me up.

I climbed up and saw that the surface of the plant covering covered with green moss was entangled by the branches, parasitic vines and ferns. The surface of the plant covering covered with green moss was cut with a knife for him. Cut off, revealing what was wrapped in it. A large number of tiny grass ticks can be seen washing down in these vines in the rain.

I do n’t know what the dull oil bottle wants to find in this pile of things, but only smell a very unpleasant smell, just want to look closer, the dull oil bottle forcefully pulled apart a large piece of dead vines, in a flash, I only Feeling spicy, a large swarm of bugs came out of the hole.

I hurriedly backed away and almost fell off the tree. Fortunately, under heavy rain, these grass ticks washed away the pounded rain in a single stroke. I held the branch on one side, covered my nose and leaned in again, and I saw what was wrapped in the cover.

It was a wreckage of animals wrapped in rotten fur. The skin had rotted into black. I don't know what animal it was. The dull oil bottle was inserted into the fur with a dagger and stirred, and found that the wreckage had rotted away, and the bone was inside the bone, and the vines had grown into its body, entangled in its bones, and the wreckage and the tree were tightly wrapped together . It was covered with moss again, so we only thought it was a mixed plant of ordinary trees, and went down to cover the rain.

"I do n’t know what kind of animal it is. It ’s very big. It may have been sickened after blood-sucking these insects. Before lying on the tree, they lay on the tree. As a result, all the insects around them were attracted and sucked alive. Wait for the next victim on the corpse. "The dull oil bottle frowned at me.

I remembered that when we were hiding under the rain just now, we felt a nausea. To the stuffy oil bottle: "The grass ticks here are so powerful? This corpse is rotten, are they still dead?"

The dull oil bottle shook his head, probably indicating that he did n’t know, and then looked down at the pile of bones, and did n’t know what he thought of. He suddenly pulled out his black gold ancient knife, drew it on his palm, and squeezed it hard. The wound, blood ran out of his palm, and then he grabbed my sleeve and stained the blood.

I was stunned for a moment, and I didn't realize what he meant. Suddenly, he suddenly leaned over, his long fingers extended, and reached his **** hands into the bones under the vines.

Numerous grass ticks swarmed out of it like a tide, I was screamed in shock, lightning, and his hand pulled something out of the bone.