Xiaolan snorted contemptuously and grabbed the rope-like thing. It turned out to be a vine as thick as a forearm.
"I can save you," Baomu tightened the vine and shouted softly, "but you have to help me escort Xiaolan up first. I'm not sure if the knot of this vine is strong. You two should protect it from below.
Can you please take a moment to our little girl?"
Baomu has matured a lot, but his tone of voice is still so gentle.
The green-haired and long-haired boys hurriedly agreed.
The vine was very strong. When Xiaolan grabbed the vine and climbed up, she looked down and saw the two people below stretching their hands with great enthusiasm, making a gesture of protecting themselves.
Finally, she saw Baomu's familiar face.
Baomu held onto the vine with one hand, and reached out with the other hand to grab Xiaolan's right arm.
Xiaolan noticed that Baomu's arms and palms were sticky. When she climbed to the ground, she lowered her head and took a closer look, only to realize that they were all covered in blood.
"Brother Baomu, what's wrong with you?" Xiaolan grabbed Baomu's arm and asked with eyes wide open.
"This is not my blood," Baomu pointed to the dense jungle. "When I was approaching here, I saw a strange animal. When I saw the animal, it was already dead. This is its blood."
Blood."
"Strange animals?"
Xiaolan remembered the slow footsteps approaching here before Baomu.
And those two wails.
She looked around cautiously, "I feel like it's a bit dangerous."
Lu Mao's cry came from the bottom of the cave, "Brother! There are us too! Please, please!..."
Baomu stood without moving. He glanced at the bottom of the cave, raised his head and asked Xiaolan, "They didn't bully you, did they?"
"They're bullied," Xiaolan squatted down and grabbed the vines, "but there's nothing we can do, we can't leave them here."
Feeling that the vine was tightened, Lu Mao quickly grabbed the vine and climbed up, and soon he climbed to the entrance of the cave.
Xiaolan glanced at him sideways and snorted, "Now do you still think that my strength is too small to be the first one to climb up?"
Lu Mao was speechless. The three of them worked together to grab the vines and finally rescued the last long-haired boy.
"Thank you." The long-haired boy looked at Baomu expressionlessly.
Baomu shook his head, lowered his head and asked Xiaolan who was close to him, "Where should we go next?"
Xiaolan also shook her head.
"Brother, we will go wherever you tell us to go." Lu Mao came close to Bao Mu and put on an attentive look.
He has obviously regarded Baomu as a boss-like figure and is ready to embrace him.
"Ah?" Baomu glanced at him confusedly, then looked at Xiaolan, "Should we... go together?"
"Brother, you can't leave us behind."
Lu Mao came up to grab Bao Mu, but Xiao Lan stretched out his hand to stop him.
"Let's go by ourselves," Xiaolan dragged Baomu towards the trail, "it's safer just the two of us."
Baomu gave Lvmao an apologetic look and ran away obediently with Xiaolan.
Lu Mao shouted "Brother" and "Brother" behind him several times, but the two of them turned a deaf ear.
The long-haired boy looked at the green-haired boy indifferently and had no intention of joining him. He also slowly left along the path and disappeared among the dense woods after a while.
"Where are we going?"
Baomu ran with Xiaolan for a while, and when he saw that Xiaolan didn't seem to be just running around, he opened his mouth and asked.
Xiaolan stopped suddenly and glanced around uneasily, "We should find a place to wash off the blood on your hands first... Brother Baomu, why are there so much blood on your hands?"
Baomu looked down at his hands, "It was too dark and I couldn't see the road clearly. I only smelled the smell of blood, so I accidentally fell on the corpse."
Baomu has indeed grown up a lot and is now able to say such things in an understatement.
After hearing Baomu's words, Xiaolan was shocked, "Brother Baomu, are there blood on your clothes too?"
The two of them had run to a place with a wider field of vision. Xiaolan looked at Baomu's coat and suddenly found a small dark mark on the right side of his coat.
"It's over, it's stained," Xiaolan pulled up Baomu's sleeve, "Brother Baomu, take off your coat quickly!"
Baomu didn't realize it, so he hurriedly took off his coat, without stopping, and continued running forward after Xiaolan.
Xiaolan ran according to the route in his memory, and finally, the sparkling light reflected the moonlight appeared at the end of their sight.
Fortunately, I remembered correctly, there is indeed a creek here.
After urging Baomu to wash his arms in the water, Xiaolan also washed his face upstream.
Before the water droplets on their faces were wiped dry, a low, oppressive roar sounded from the dense forest behind the two of them.
Baomu quickly turned his head and stared in horror at the deep, dark forest.
Xiaolan immediately came to his side and asked, "How far is it from us?"
Baomu sniffed and said, "It's not far away... maybe three or four hundred meters."
"Throw away your clothes quickly," Xiaolan stood up, "Just throw them here."
Baomu's blue coat was left on the muddy river bank, and the two of them ran upstream along the stream in the moonlight.
The monster's low roar has been lingering in the forest. The owner of the voice moved much faster than Xiaolan and Baomu. When the two of them had only run more than a hundred meters, a roar suddenly sounded from behind.
The two jumped away from the river bank and plunged into the woods as hard as they could.
Xiaolan hid behind the bushes and looked towards where the two of them had discarded their coats.
In the distance, only a black shadow can be distinguished.
For some reason, the moonlight only outlined an extremely blurry outline. Even though the distance between herself and the thing was not too far, Xiaolan could still only see a black mass with blurred edges.
"Brother Baomu, can you see clearly?" Xiaolan asked in a breathy voice.
Baomu's face turned red. He squinted his eyes and took a hard look. Finally he shook his head and said, "I don't know why, it's very blurry."
"Is it the same thing as the monster's corpse you saw?"
Baomu frowned, "Actually, I didn't see the appearance of the corpse very clearly."
"How could this happen?" Xiaolan turned around and looked at Baomu.
"I don't know what to say," Baomu tilted his head in confusion and recalled, "Although I saw the body and fell on it, that thing seemed... as if it was shrouded in darkness.
, I thought it was because the light was too dark."
"Then do they smell the same? Is it the smell you have smelled in real life?" Xiaolan asked a familiar question to Baomu.
"The smell... is almost the same," Baomu raised his eyes, "I have never smelled the same smell in real life, but speaking of it... their smell is very similar to... charcoal."