Days Of Surviving On A Deserted Island With Supermodels

Chapter 97 The Iron-Headed Centipede

Zhang Long unconsciously pinched the handle of the Tang Dao, and the movements on his feet also slowed down a lot.

The three of them walked forward for a while, and the whole cave suddenly opened up.

The place is very spacious, in the shape of a rectangle, it looks like it was excavated directly, but the walls are very smooth and should have been treated.

There are some neatly piled woods in the corners of the walls. The cross-sections of these woods are neat and the length is the same. From the outside, you can't feel anything, but as soon as you get close, you can hear the sound of "rustling".

It was the sound of termites gnawing at wood, and it meant the pile of wood had been sitting here for years.

"Whoops! Old Zhang, come and see this!"

Peng Hai shouted and pulled Zhang Long's eyes from the pyre to a wall not far away.

The wall was densely engraved with all kinds of weird symbols, a bit like the oracle bone inscriptions from a long time ago, but there was something different between the two.

Because the symbols on this wall are all made up of lines and dots, and some places are even a bit like Morse code.

But it doesn't make sense from a Morse code perspective.

Zhang Long turned his head and glanced at John, who spread his hands and said that he had no choice.

Also excited.

"Zhang, who do you think left these things? It's obvious that someone has lived in this cave. Could it be that there are other people on this island besides us?"

"I don't think it's possible."

Peng Hai flashed a flashlight around, then turned his head and looked at the two people mysteriously.

"Let me tell you, I used to read novels like tomb robbing a lot. It can be said in the novels that the rich people's tombs are often made like a place where people live, so that they can..."

"Hey, far away!"

Zhang Long interrupted him.

Speaking of which, it looks a bit like a burial chamber, but the real burial chamber is just a little bit bigger, and it's not even 100 square meters in total. What's more, the symbols on the wall don't look like any other country.

The three continued to walk forward.

More and more traces of life.

The bones of wild boars piled on the ground and the hides on the ground are completely standard for a primitive tribe!

Seeing this, Zhang Long vaguely had some bad premonitions in his heart.

The situation here is obviously similar to the situation in the pit where Zhang Xiaotong accidentally fell. They all have some traces of life, but they can't find anyone who lives here.

Who are these people?

Where do they come from? Why did it all disappear?

This made Zhang Long conditioned reflexively to recall those recorded in the diary he found on the seabed.

Could it be that this island really hides some amazing secrets, so that these people did not leave a trace and moved away in a hurry, or...

It was wiped out by a mysterious force, and not even bones remained.

Zhang Long was so frightened by this thought that he broke into a cold sweat, and his pupils shrank to the extreme.

This guy Peng Hai didn't take it seriously at all. He also said that the temperature in the ground was very suitable, so there was no need to wear such a thick down jacket.

Hearing what he said, Zhang Long reacted.

"It seems so. The temperature in the ground is very suitable, neither cold nor hot."

"Look what this is!"

John's voice was particularly pale, and the expression on his face froze.

The two hurried over to look.

In one corner, the soil had dried to sand, and in these half-sand and half-dirt places, there was a long trail of marks.

"Hey~ what kind of snake grows like this?"

"There's more here!"

John quickly pointed to another trace not far from this one.

Zhang Long followed this trace and looked forward.

The light of the flashlight couldn't reach that far, and when I looked back again, it still couldn't reach that far.

Continue to look down for traces.

"I don't know if you think that this and this seem to be symmetrical, and the distance between these two traces has always maintained a stable value. If you don't believe me, see."

As Zhang Long said, he picked up a small branch, made it into a suitable length, and moved forward along the trace.

Sure enough...

weird...

"Old...Old Zhang."

Peng Hai patted Zhang Long on the shoulder, and even his voice was shaking.

"I...I think I already know what this thing is."

At this moment, a stench came, and it felt like the smell of a lot of dead mice in the sewers.

The cold hair behind Zhang Long exploded instantly! Then he looked up.

It didn't matter that he looked up, but he was startled.

It was a huge oval-shaped sphere, pitch-black, and reflected light under the light of the flashlight, and two tentacles stretched out from behind.

"This is... a centipede?"

At this moment, the surrounding air froze.

The three people were so frightened that they didn't dare to move at all, and their minds went blank.

"hiss!"

A sharp cry entered Zhang Long's ear in the next second. The sound seemed to tear the eardrum, and it was painful!

"run!"

Zhang Long shouted and pushed Peng Hai back.

Only then did the two people react, and they rolled and crawled to the outside along the road they had just entered.

Zhang Long was at the back, pulled out the Tang knife and retreated while preventing the big centipede from biting.

Running and running, suddenly I hit a fleshy thing, and I stumbled and fell directly to the ground.

"Fuck, what did you stop for? You don't want to die, do you!"

Peng Hai's face was pale.

"No no no... no, look at that!"

Saying that, he raised the flashlight in his hand.

There was another big centipede directly in front, but the one in front was slightly smaller than the one in the back.

John was so frightened that he jumped out in a series of native languages, and no one knew what he was talking about.

Just as the three of them were stunned, the big centipede behind them suddenly came out.

At this time, everyone is in the square space that they just started to enter, and the big centipede also has a place to use its hands and feet, and the speed is like an arrow that leaves the string.

Zhang Long only felt a gust of wind coming from behind him.

Flip his wrist, and then twist his body, the Tang knife slammed into the head of the big centipede.

"Pfft!"

A cloud of green liquid spurted out.

But it didn't cause any substantial damage to the big centipede. Instead, it caused Zhang Long's tiger's mouth to hurt so badly. If it were someone else, the knife in his hand would have flown out long ago.

"No, this guy's skin is too thick!"

While speaking, the big centipede in front was not idle either, and charged towards John two or three times.