Daomu Biji

The blood-thirsty nature of grass ticks is definitely attracted by the snake blood here. The number of grass ticks in this forest is too horrible, and apparently already hungry, all gathered here.

I lowered the torch, burned the grass ticks on the surrounding bushes, and bitten my feet several times. At this time, I had no time to deal with it, so I had to let it work and try to break through.

The fat man temporarily made a torch with a rifled gun. We forced them apart with the fire and lifted Panzi up. At first glance, Panzi ’s back was completely covered with blood tumors, and he should have been bitten just now. Not found under the grass.

The fat man immediately burned it with a torch. As soon as he burned down a large piece, we dragged Pan Zi's backpack and left in a hurry.

Fortunately, Pan Zi's blood has stopped, and no more grass ticks have been provoke. When I looked back, I saw that the body of the python was completely covered by black spots. Soon this thing will be seen in the canyon. The bone of the snake that was found was sucked like a skin.

"I didn't rate this thing when I commented on the four evils, I was really aggrieved." The fat man looked at it and said in awe.

We carried Pan Zi all the way to a swamp. I was afraid that the blood stains on our body would attract those grass ticks again, so we washed all the blood and Pan Zi's backpack with water. Washing and washing, the sky brightened, and dawn finally came. I looked at the white light coming out of the sky and wanted to cry without tears. This is the second night I spent here. If possible, I really don't want to have a third.

The fat man asked me where to go better. I took out the north arrow and climbed onto the tree, trying to learn Pan Zi's method.

The light of dawn was dim, and the light was not bright. After I climbed the tree, I suddenly smelled an extremely sweet air, and my spirit couldn't help. This ghost place, if there is anything good to say, it should be in the morning. It's the only thing that makes me feel good, probably because the night here is so terrible.

I took a deep breath and just wanted to look around. Suddenly I was stunned. I suddenly found that my eyes were very wide, in front of me, but a huge temple suddenly appeared in the place of 50 or 60 meters. Similar black ruins.

I don't know how to describe my feelings. I originally thought I would see a large canopy. As I saw before, the sudden appearance of the behemoth made me unable to think at once. It took me a while to react: if I were not climbing a tree at this place, I might have been moving forward, passing by so close to this temple.

Unlike the ruins seen before, this temple is completely a whole, a huge and complete multi-storey building, which cannot be seen under the current light, but the scale may not be as large as we have seen, and Looking at the outline, the preservation is much better than the ruins in the rain forest. There are only a few places in the whole site where we can see the weeds and trees, and I saw a long dry stone. The ancient reliefs of the Western Region on the columns and walls of the temple look like tiny patterns on the boulders at this distance, which makes people feel very mysterious.

I walked there with the fat man, and in less than two minutes we walked out of the forest and walked into the area of ​​the ruins, the trees gradually thinned out.

Looking down from the tree, the ruins are even more amazing. At first glance, it really resembles the feeling of Angkor Wat. There are stone cloisters and unknown square towers. The fat man was shocked when he saw the temple, and I said to him with admiration: "If this place is developed, it is the ninth miracle in the world. Do you believe it?"

"I believe." The fat man suddenly saw something and pointed me in a direction. "His mother is not the nine miracles of the world, but also one of our miracles. Look over there."

I looked in the direction of his finger, and I saw a dozen large tents on the flat ground in front of the temple, which turned out to be a wild camp.

The tent is made of canvas. It is very big and very old. The size is small and scattered. The color is gray with stone. So I didn't find it from a distance. This is not Aning's tent. At the point of the year, a hope flashed through my heart. At this time, the fat man had cried out:

"This is your third uncle's tent, I know the fat man!"

I was ecstatic in my heart, and almost shouted out, this is really a mountain of water and doubt, Liu Anhuaming another village, it seems that God has played enough for me, I want to let me rest.

I and the fat man rushed to the camp immediately, and I don't know where the power came from. My mind only wanted to rest and rest, sleep and sleep.

We ran across the open area before the ruins. This is a square made of huge stones. There are a lot of huge pools. The water is living water. It is very clear. There can be a cloister under the pool. Obviously these parts were originally above and below the water, and are now submerged. The huge temple we see may be the roof of the temple at that time, or the top floor. How magnificent this building is, it is impossible to estimate.

Not close to the camp, the fat man began to yell, and he did not respond for a long time. Running and running, he found that the camp was a bit wrong.

──The whole camp was quiet and hairy, no one was walking, no figure, no dialogue and activity,

There was a dead silence, as if abandoned.

When we ran to the edge of the camp, we stopped and were exhausted. At that time, the excitement was gone. I realized that the rest might be far from me. The fat man gasped, quieted, and listened carefully. There was no sound at the campsite, the silence was like a rainforest, and I couldn't feel any anger.

The fat man murmured: "No, we may not come at the right time."