Daomu Biji

Chapter 36 The Third Night: The Man in the Mist

Apart from the rumble of water leaking in the distance, there was almost no other sound. This voice was so sudden that I was caught off guard and broke into a cold sweat.

The first reaction was to think of whether it was Third Uncle's people, and I thought to myself, are there any survivors here?

The sound just now was definitely someone speaking. I knew I wasn't hallucinating. I had never expected to meet a living person before. Being a human made me feel a little more at ease. I stopped moving and looked behind the fat man. However, there were piles of dry branches behind him. They were not clearly intertwined. The light was poor and I couldn't see anything clearly.

It should be Third Uncle's person. I had an idea. There couldn't be anyone else in this forest. If I suddenly ran into someone, the most likely person would be Third Uncle's person. Maybe this was the one who called me just now, and was washed here by the water before I fell into the quagmire. From what he said just now, it seemed that he was talking to someone else, and there might be more than one person.

"Who is there?" I called out, squinting my eyes and looking in that direction. If I met someone from Third Uncle here, it would be God's blessing, and I would know the whereabouts and experiences of Third Uncle.

However, after waiting for a while, there was silence behind the fat man, without any reply. There was no movement in the beast's mouth covered by the branches over there.

I immediately became alert and had an ominous premonition in my heart, so I touched a long wooden stick on the side, picked it up, held it, and then slowly leaned towards it. But after walking a few steps, I heard another faint voice coming from deep among the branches: "Little Third Master?"

The voice was very weird, speaking very fast, but it was indeed a person speaking, and he was calling me by my nickname. I was immediately relieved. That must be from Sanshu. And he definitely knows me.

I immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "It's me!" I immediately went over, opened the gap between the branches, and asked: "Who is in there? Are you trapped? Don't worry, I will rescue you right away!"

"Mistress?" Shen Shen asked again.

"It's me! It's me!" I shouted, digging a hole out of the pile of branches, and stuck my head through the gap between the branches to find the person deep inside.

It opened a deep distance. I didn't see anyone. There were all rotten branches inside, but the people inside didn't speak. I felt strange, so I cursed in Changsha dialect and said, "Hey, mom, who is in there?" What the hell, tell me where you are."

Called a few times. Still no reply, I felt something was wrong again. The man's voice didn't sound like he was injured or unable to move. He should have come over anyway after hearing what I said. Why did he remain indifferent after calling for so long? Couldn't he hear clearly what I was saying? Or is he also unconscious?

As I was thinking about it, I suddenly realized.

Although I wasn't affected at all. But just now the swamp was full of black air, so there must be some here. This person may have also been bitten by a snake, if the poisoning was very deep. He was definitely unconscious; even if he wasn't bitten, he might have damaged his head due to the water flow just now and couldn't hear what I said.

I stopped screaming when I thought about it. I gritted my teeth and dug in. I wanted to dig him out. If the other party was indeed poisoned, it would be a big trouble. I couldn't take care of two of them by myself, but I couldn't ignore it. .

This pile of branches is six or seven meters high. It doesn't look big, but it is quite difficult to dig a hole in it to find things. I endured the severe pain and dug the branches with my hands. It took two or three minutes to dig out a space. I immediately lay down and looked over to where the sound came from.

I thought I would see a person leaning somewhere, but what shocked me was that there was nothing in the pile of branches, no one at all, and there was an animal behind it.

"What's going on?" I cursed, but before I finished speaking, another faint, ghost-like voice suddenly came from the edge of the hole in the tree branches I dug.

"Mistress?"

The voice almost screamed right next to my ears. I was so frightened that my scalp went numb and I almost fell off the pile of branches. When I turned my head and looked around, I found that on the side of the hole I dug, the branches intertwined in the darkness. There was a person lying on the ground like me, with a pair of blood-red eyes exposed through the gap, staring at me.

Chapter 37 The Third Night: Spying

There was no lighting around me. There was a closed space inside the branches, a blind spot. It was difficult to see clearly what was going on inside under this kind of light. I stared at the blood-red eyes and felt my throat tighten. I forgot to react for a moment and looked directly at him.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, I realized something was wrong. The blood-red eyes seemed not to be filled with ordinary bloodshot eyes, but were actually dyed red by "blood". The blood even seeped out of the eye sockets, and the eyes did not blink at all. It seems to be solidified.

A living person can be motionless, but he cannot help but not blink. This is common sense, and I immediately became suspicious.

He groped around on his body and found out a few fire sticks. He twisted off the waterproof reed stalks and then carefully put them into the square hole.

As I got closer to the opening, the scene inside was revealed. As soon as I saw it, I was shocked. I felt cold from my forehead to the soles of my feet.

What caught my eyes was a ferocious, strange face, which was already a little swollen. It couldn't even be called a face, because his chin was gone, and the entire lower half of his face was torn off by something unknown. The flesh and blood were blurred, and the entire tongue hung outside. There was no connection with the jaw. The tongue came out directly from the throat. It looked extremely long, like a rotten snake.

This was a dead person. I wanted to vomit all of a sudden. I couldn't hold it back and felt a bit creepy.

Judging from the hairstyle and equipment of this person, it was obvious that he belonged to Uncle San. He had not been dead for a long time. He should have been washed in by the water and got stuck in the pile of branches. But if this is a dead person, then who just called me?

I immediately looked at the corpse again. At this time, the fire had finished burning, and the ferocious face disappeared into the darkness again. I only saw the blood-red eyes staring at me maliciously.

I got goosebumps all over my body and looked around. This is a dark underground pool. There was no appearance of anyone else around. And I didn't hear anyone moving just now.

Cold sweat fell to the ground, my neck felt a little stiff, and I suddenly realized that something was wrong. Something strange must have happened here. I couldn't stay here anymore. No matter what, I had to take Fatty and leave immediately. Taking a deep breath, I crawled back, untied the remaining strong vines around my waist, and put them around my waist. He leaned down, grabbed the fat man's hand and pulled it up.

The fat man was too heavy, and his clothes were soaked in water, making them like lead weights. I only had one foot to exert any strength, and after a few drags, I could barely move, and I was about to slide down.

I knew there was no way to pull it with my hands, so I looked around and saw that the fat man was still wearing the simple drag frame I made. He tied the vines of the tow truck to the vines on his body, made a knot with a wooden stick and put it under the fat man's armpit. He made something similar to a stretcher handle across his armpit, and propped the other end on the ground. Your own weight plus strength. Like a tracker on the Yellow River, he gritted his teeth and pulled up.

This is trigonometry in architecture. At that time, the teacher taught us how to use a stick and a rope to match our own weight to make a traction sling.

It was much better with the help of my weight. I grabbed the vine and ran into the shaft little by little. I lifted the fat man in the water bit by bit, and finally lifted most of him out of the water. But at this time, the vines around my waist almost broke me into a nunchuck.

I found a gap in the rough stone. I stuck my spare wooden stick in, pulled the vines around my waist, and fixed the fat man. Then I climbed back into the water, lifted the fat man's feet up, dragged him over to a safe area, and then untied the vines on his body. He towed the truck and saw that there was nothing unusual among the branches, so he immediately performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

I have not received professional training, and the actions are what I saw in the TV series. I only remember that if the heart stops beating, the limit time is eight minutes, and there is a high possibility of resuscitation within eight minutes. Now the fat man still has a weak pulse and weak breathing. This should be a symptom of poisoning. I don't know if cardiopulmonary resuscitation will help.

After trying it for a few times, I couldn't get the point, and I didn't know if it was right, so I had no choice but to go on with it. I pressed it for less than two or three minutes. Suddenly, the fat man coughed, his whole body twitched, and he spit out a ball of yellow water. Then he took a deep breath and his chest began to rise and fall. But after only taking one or two puffs, he rolled his eyes again and breathed weakly again.

I looked at the bloody hole on his neck. It was obvious that this venomous snake was really powerful. The bite was precise. The fat man was like a cripple but he would not die. As long as the poison was not removed from his body, it would be useless to save the fat man. I took off my clothes, got some water from the pool, cut his wound open with a dagger, washed it and let out the black blood, and then continued to press his chest to keep him going while thinking about what to do. .

After only pressing it twice, I suddenly heard another gloomy voice coming from behind, also within the pile of branches.

In my desperation, I didn't hear clearly what was said, but it sounded familiar, and I was frightened. I suddenly turned around again, and used the miner's lamp to look at the hole I had just dug in the pile of branches.

I could vaguely see the blood-red eyes of the corpse still looking at me dully, cold and cold, which made me feel extremely uncomfortable. What made my scalp numb was that I saw that the tongue of the corpse was actually moving.

Chapter 38 The Third Night: Venomous Tongue

I cursed secretly, thinking that he was really unlucky. Could this be a fake corpse?

But at this time, I was completely prepared, thinking that even if it was a fake corpse, this fresh rice dumpling didn’t have a jaw, so it couldn’t bite me to death. Just as he was about to fight, he suddenly saw a fiery red snake head protruding from under the tongue, the size of a fist, with a huge comb on the head. As soon as the snake head twisted, the whole snake crawled out from under the tongue. Come out and climb onto the pile of branches.

The entrance of the well where the fat man and I were was less than two or three meters away from the pile of branches. After the snake snaked its way onto the pile of branches, it slowly swam down along the branches growing horizontally on the pile. The snake's body was quite long. , more than one meter long, longer than the one that bit Aning to death.

The snake was obviously hiding in the corpse in the pile of branches, and I was alarmed.

The snake quickly climbed up the stone wall along the pile of branches. The stone wall was very uneven. It crawled towards us quietly like a gecko along the stone wall. I saw that it was terrible. I had no time to avoid it. In desperation, I quietly slipped down from the well mouth and shrank into the water.

I was already more than two meters away from the pile of branches. I immediately looked up and saw that the snake was attracted by the fat man. Next to it was the entrance of the shaft where the fat man was. It went down along the pile of stone walls and reached the entrance of the shaft. He immediately discovered that the fat man in the shaft was a living person. He stopped and turned his head several times.

My heart immediately jumped up, and I said in my heart: It is not going to bite the fat man. This is unlikely. The fat man is lying like a dead fish. If the snake is not disturbed, the snake will not take the initiative to bite. After all, the venom is very strong. valuable.

Seeing that the snake suddenly started to move again, it crawled into the shaft and went straight to the fat man's head. It actually coiled itself on the fat man's forehead, as if it wanted to burrow into the fat man's mouth.

When I saw that it was bad, it was going in to replenish protein for the fat man. I immediately wanted to find something to hit it to drive it away, but found that I couldn't touch anything in the water, so I had to use my hands to splash water and hit the snake. .

This was really a stupid decision. If it were another kind of snake, it might have been scared away, but I forgot that this snake has evil nature. The snake was slapped by my water, jumped out, and found me immediately. It straightened its snake body, its combs stood upright, and made a series of high-pitched "clucking, clucking" sounds, which seemed to threaten me.

When I saw it, I thought it was effective, so I continued to shoot the water. Before I could shoot the second splash, the snake suddenly shrank, and then flew up like an arrow from the string, jumped out of the well entrance, and made a very big splash against the water surface. The graceful dancing figure "8" rushed in front of me in less than a second.

I only saw a flash of red light, and I reflexively blocked it with my hands. The snake covered my arms and shoulders. It felt as thick as an arm, and its scales were very slippery. At that moment, I almost saw its fangs. His head immediately buzzed, and he cursed loudly and threw it away.

It was a crazy move. I must have used all my strength to throw the snake. The snake was actually thrown several meters away by me. But when it touched the water, it suddenly turned around, and its tail hit the water and bounced up again. , and came again close to the water.

I turned around and ran away. I used all my strength to flutter away. I jumped forward and plunged into the water, changed direction and swam several times. I got into the gap under the branches and hid.

I hid until I couldn't hold my breath anymore, and then I came out of the water. I tried to suppress my violent breathing and looked around to see if I had deceived the snake.

What I was thinking in my mind was that snakes are always beasts and will never behave like humans. This simple little trick will always work.

It really surprised me. I looked around and saw that there was no shadow of the snake on the water. It seemed that it was not chasing it.

I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, and said to myself, "Damn it! I finally got my life back." I just smiled bitterly, but before I opened my mouth, someone suddenly sneered sinisterly behind my head.

I could no longer withstand the fright, and immediately felt cold all over my body. When I looked back, I saw the blood-red cockscomb snake standing upright behind my head, looking down at me with its vicious yellow snake eyes.

My throat choked, and I immediately wanted to dive into the water, but when I saw its comb twitching, it suddenly made a faint voice: "Little Third Master?"