Under the hazy night, countless stars and spots flashed on a cliff.

The highest point of the cliff is in some puddles of varying sizes, and countless adults of fireflies are gathering and laying eggs next to the puddles.

Fireflies here are more dense than ever before.

Perhaps this is because of the phototaxis of insects, or because the sudden increase in snails here can provide sufficient food for firefly larvae.

Of course, except for the adult fireflies laying eggs around, in the mountain stream of a stream in the hillside forest on the east side of the cliff, countless firefly larvae are constantly passing through the wet ground following the smell of snails.

For a time, due to predation, the food chain of this mountain forest was constantly converging to the same place.

As the person involved, Jing Lin was screaming silently at this time.

If Jinglin had vocal organs now, then the entire forest would definitely be filled with Jinglin's screams echoing.

The tingling pain continued to erode Jing Lin's thinking at this time. Countless snails of large and small had already covered one-third of the lower half of the vine, and more snails were crawling above the vine.

At this time, the dense vines and leaves of Jinglin had become riddled with holes. In less than half an hour, hundreds of snails gathered on his vines and were eating wildly.

And under the vines, although many firefly larvae come to have a big meal from all directions, these firefly larvae are still too small at present.

The intimidation of these firefly larvae is a drop in the bucket.

At this time, around the vine of Jinglin, the ground was covered with dense snails, and even some large bugs were mingling.

The mice and toads in the forest slowly appeared around, and at the same time, they could barely catch up with this big meal.

Because there were no birds gathering around before dawn, Jinglin would definitely have to endure the pain for a long time before dawn.

And even if it is dawn, with so many snails gathered here now, Jing Lin is definitely not optimistic.

"It's too difficult for me, right? Where did these snails come from?"

"Being gnawed to death by a snail?"

"If this is the case, then I'm too sad..."

The pain in the heart has made Jing Lin's pain thinking a little numb.

At this time, through the perception of night vision, he had already seen the densely gathered snails on the ground.

The rustling sound of snails eating Jinglin's leaves is constantly coming into Jinglin's sea of ​​consciousness, which also makes Jinglin feel the urgency of life and death.

However, when Jing Lin looked at some of the spots of light flashing with yellow light appearing in the pile of snails, he discovered that there were some rare luminous worms like black carapaces in the pile of snails.

And these black insects are chasing and biting the snail frantically.

In the 'battlefield', a firefly larva crawled from the 'far' stream, and relied on its keen sense of smell, it suddenly opened its mouth and bit the soft flesh of a snail in front of it. The snail struggled wildly and secreted countless foam mucus.

Although the smell of these foamy mucus is a big obstacle for the firefly larvae that relies on their sense of smell, it has injected the venom into the body of the snail that is escaping wildly before it let go.

Then the firefly larva turned around and continued to attack the snails with countless smells around them.

Such scenes are constantly happening at this time.

When Jing Lin saw this scene, he suddenly seemed to understand something.

Looking at the countless fireflies flying in the forest in the thick fog, Jing Lin knew what the glowing insects fighting snails on the ground were.

Although the appearance of these firefly larvae is really not a compliment, for Jing Lin, the current firefly larvae are simply a group of cute and life-saving straws.

"Yes, there are many fireflies in this forest. I remember that fireflies only eat snails..." At this moment, Jing Lin's eyes suddenly became hot when he looked at the fireflies larvae.

Jing Lin clearly remembered that the river below the cliff had a large number of fireflies at night, and even above the cliff, there would be many fireflies passing through the forest at night.

It is not an exaggeration to call this place the Firefly Forest.

Thinking of this, Jing Lin immediately started praying.

What Jing Lin can do now is just praying. After all, Jing Lin cannot control the vines to do various movements.

"Little cuties, you must save me! When I can move, I will definitely provide you with me..."

“……”

The tingling pain of the cone remains constant. While Jinglin is suffering, he is also constantly paying attention to the number of firefly larvae and snails gathering nearby.

...........

As the morning approaches, the sky is dark, and drizzle continues to scatter down the world.

The massacre of the snail army by firefly larvae has continued until now.

At this time, after nearly four hours of massacre, the wet grass on the top of the cliff was already covered with snails' bodies and countless firefly larvae.

Countless black firefly larvae tangled together under the mud and water and fed to the snail's corpse. Some of them hid under the dark grass, while others hid in the bark of dead trees coiled in the Jinglin.

In short, this place is a grand banquet for the firefly larvae.

For Jing Lin, there were still many snails hanging on his vine leaves at this time, with at least dozens of them, but it was much better than last night.

At this time, nearly half of the vines on the Jinglin vines became synonymous with holes, and in short, it was a mess.

A small amount of green juice in the wound of the vine leaves is invading the surroundings of the wound, and this is just a self-repair mechanism of the vine.

Many firefly adults quietly hid under the vine leaves of Jinglin when the morning arrived. Most of them drank a little rain mixed with Jinglin juice and quietly waited for the night to arrive again.

More firefly larvae hide in dark corners and keep gnawing on last night's snail trophy.

Looking at himself and the mess around, Jing Lin sighed and felt a little as he had a chance to survive.

To be honest, if these snails really ate all his leaves, he wouldn't know if he could survive in the end.

"Thank you for your hard work, little cuties!"

Sensing the fireflies in the shadows everywhere, Jing Lin finally thanked the fireflies from the bottom of his heart with a tired smile, and his consciousness quickly fell into a deep sleep.

After last night's stimulation, he was too weak now and needed plenty of rest.
Chapter completed!