"Why does the stone on top seem to be... moving?" Wu Xie asked a little uncertainly.
"Don't be blinded." The fat man shook his neck, hissed, and looked around, "Fat man, I actually feel something is wrong, but I can't tell the specifics. It seems that Tang Monk has entered the market.
There are holes in my legs and my back is hairy."
The fat man lit up the torch and was about to turn around when he suddenly heard Zhang Zhuoxun utter a "shush" and reminded them angrily, "Extinguish the light, I feel like something is staring at us."
Without hesitation, the fat man stuffed the head of the torch into a crack in the stone and squeezed it out.
The entire space fell into a lifeless darkness. It felt like being trapped in a light-absorbing cover, and the visual sense seemed to have been stripped away by something.
After losing his sight, the corresponding sense of hearing and touch suddenly doubled in size. A few strands of drizzle fell on the back of his neck, and the sudden coldness made the hairs on Wu Xie's neck tremble.
"Listen, they are in the rain." Zhang Zhuxun's voice was very low, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.
It?repays them?
Wu Xie and Wu Xie's hearts skipped a beat, and they immediately listened attentively. They found that the dense rustling around them was not all the sound of rain, but more like the sound of some kind of creature with countless tentacles squirming on the stone, caused by friction.
, covered by the sound of rain, were moving quickly towards the area where they were.
"What?" the fat man asked.
Zhang Haixing came over quietly and said, "A kind of insect, the kind of soft-shell insect that changes color in the rain."
Everyone suddenly remembered that there was no movement when King Wannu appeared before. Its figure was hidden by some kind of chameleon that crawled with the water.
Zhang Zhuoxun raised his head and looked at the roof of the cave. The irregular stones seemed to be shrouded in floating mist, constantly squirming and changing between gray, green and black, like overlapping and alternating mosaics.
He took a breath and said, "There are bugs above our heads. They all crawled out from the hollow holes on the top of the cave. That is the nest of these bugs."
"Quick, we must leave here as soon as possible before they gather into a swarm of insects." Zhang Zhuoxun lit up a cold firework and greeted everyone in a low voice.
When the fire light came on, in just a moment, countless "stalagmites" protruding downwards appeared on the top, like beehives hanging on the cliff. The bottom tip of the nest was crumbling, and the insects above were still there.
Keep climbing down.
Looking around, the top of the stone cave outside the bronze door was covered with live insect piles.
Zhang Zhuxun made a decisive decision, "Run forward!"
Everyone hurriedly picked up their backpacks, took their weapons that were still usable, and stumbled over the gravel on the ground to the other end of the cave.
The wind brought by running blew past my ears, adrenaline surged, my mind was extremely clear at this moment, and all the illusions caused by the bell disappeared.
After running a few hundred meters, the cliff they first descended appeared in front of them.
Zhang Haixing understood at a glance. It turned out that he had jumped into the trap from the beginning. They had never left here from the beginning to the end. He couldn't help but glared at Zhang Chuxun fiercely.
The insect swarm was behind her buttocks. Everyone was anxious at the moment, and no one paid attention to her little mood.
"What should we do now? Climb up?" The fat man grabbed the climbing rope left behind when he came down and tried to climb up.
Looking back, I saw that the insect nests had piled up thicker than the golden nanmu pillars outside the main tomb hall. Some of them had collapsed under the load and were piled softly on the ground like burnt plant ashes.
Hundreds of billions of insects were densely packed, swarming towards the four of them like colorful red tides, which made everyone's scalp feel tight.
The rustling sound made people feel scratched all over, and Wu Xie seemed to have felt the bugs crawling around on his body.
There was a tingling sensation on the exposed arm, like feathers caressing it. When he looked closely, it seemed like some of those bugs had already chased over from the top. There were squirming mosaics everywhere on the cliff in front of him.
The two arms crawled the most and began to greedily suck his blood.
Looking at the fat man again, Wu Xie suddenly felt like he was going to go blind and almost vomited.
There were red bumps the size of fingernails all over the fat man's legs, back, and neck. They were densely packed together, like strings of brightly red pomegranate fruit shells on his skin. They were almost piled up like the head of Gautama Buddha.
The bun on top is done.
"Fat man!" he shouted, "you are covered with bugs, burn them with fire!"
He saw that there were almost no insects on the fat man's hand holding the cold fireworks. Apparently, these insects were afraid of fire.
The fat man listened to his reminder, turned his head and looked around. He immediately yelled and started slapping her, and blood was drawn from his hand with one slap. "You bitch, if I tell you to suck the water of life from me, I will kill you."
After a few pats, he realized something was wrong. Why were his palms so hard?
Turning over his hands, he saw that his palms were also covered with bugs. He hurriedly moved to the flames to burn them. The heat of the fire hardened the soft shells of the bugs almost instantly. The tangy smell of blood mixed with the smell of burnt protein made the entire
A large insect killing site.
With a crackle, the dead bugs fell off and fell by his feet, but more bugs came one after another, scrambling to get in, and the fat man's calves were soon submerged.
Zhang Haixing had already climbed up to the stone mountain like a thief, and the insects hadn't climbed there yet.
Perhaps because of the half-drained Qilin's blood, the transparent soft shells of the bugs on Wu Xie's body were not so bulging, and some even began to move aside spontaneously after tasting his blood.
"It's almost too late." When Wu Xie saw that there was a way out, he immediately shouted, "Let's bleed. I've just been running for such a long time. My blood should be useful."
As soon as he pulled out the dagger and put it on his arm, a handful of hot rain with the salty smell of blood fell on the faces of Wu Xie and the fat man like a goddess scattering flowers.
The beetle, which was originally arrogant and domineering, with only the consciousness of devouring reproduction in its life, began to instinctively avoid and stay away from the blood splattered on it.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "It's useful." Zhang Zhuxun slapped his dagger away, "There are so many bugs, even if you put yourself as a human being, it won't be enough.
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"Then what should I do? I can't keep draining your blood." Wu Xie angrily trampled all the fallen bugs into mud.
"Don't panic, climb up to the stone mountain first." Zhang Zhu escorted him to the stone mountain where Zhang Haixing was standing, then turned around to help Fatty clean up the remaining insects.
After smearing a few handfuls of blood on it, the insect immediately seemed to have seen a ghost, walking very fast and disappearing into the cracks in the gravel in the blink of an eye.
"My blood can last for a while. Come up quickly." Zhang Shuxun urged.
The fat man cursed secretly and climbed up with the stones. Wu Xie grabbed his arm and pulled him up hard.
Almost every inch of the exposed skin on the fat man's body had a bloody hole like a needle hole. After the insect escaped, the numbness faded away, and he jumped in pain, as if all the embroidery needles used by Grandma Rong were stuck in his body.
Seeing that the fat man had reached a safe place, Zhang Zhuoxun squeezed out again and spilled the blood, forcing back a wave of insects and climbing up the stone mountain.
Just as he stood firm, before he could say anything, the small rocky mountain beneath his feet shook suddenly.
Everyone stood frozen, not daring to move at all, and their breath was stuck in their throats before they had time to breathe out.
"Don't move." Zhang Zhuxun made a gesture very slowly.
The next second, a loud and loud sneeze came out of the fat man's mouth, "A sneeze!!!"
The fat man's whole body trembled three times, and the small rocky mountain under their feet also began to tremble.
"...Fuck!" Everyone looked at the fat man with grief and anger.
"A sneeze -" came another sound, and two big pieces of snot hung out of the fat man's nostrils.
Everyone has given up, is in despair, is in ruins - that's strange.
Already having a premonition of what was going to happen next, Zhang Zhuxun used a quarter of a second to grab a person with one hand, shouted "jump", and jumped down the small rocky mountain first.
Unfortunately, the pile of rocks collapsed too quickly, and Wu Xie, who was standing in the center, was swept in in an instant.
The rustling insect swarm launched another attack.
The fat man who had already jumped up yelled, "Even if I am buried under a stone, I don't want to be eaten by insects."
The fat body turned nimbly in mid-air and hit Xiao Shishan halfway up the waist.
Zhang Zhuxun's frozen expression looked like a beeping dog.
He was originally going to catch Wu Xie who was entangled in the rocks, but the fat man's sudden move caused him to fall down together.
After being stimulated several times by them, Xiao Shishan was completely overwhelmed, whining and wailing, swallowing everyone in his belly.
Darkness, rolling, dizziness, pain.
The fall only happened in an instant. Zhang Zhuxun could feel that the distance they fell was not long, only about five or six meters.
This stone mountain should be empty inside. The upper cover could not withstand the tonnage pressure of four people. The fat man's sneeze broke the balance of forces, and it collapsed.
He could still feel the fat man pressing on his back, helping him withstand the stone attack while exerting nearly 170 kilograms of pressure.
Zhang Zhuxun silently swallowed the taste of blood in his throat, and twisted his hand into an extreme angle under the squeeze of the stone to touch the fat man. He happened to touch his neck and found that his breathing was quite gentle. He must have just fainted after falling.
Breathing a sigh of relief, he calmed down and listened for the sound of a heartbeat or heavier breathing, but he heard a subtle sound of tapping stones.
[Are you alive?]
It was Wu Xie's knocking words. Zhang Zhuxun felt happy, and he also held a stone and knocked the Morse code, "Where are you?"
To be continued...