I almost rolled and crawled to the area without insects, and found these centipedes constantly rushing towards me, but in the end I stopped two meters away, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, I found that there were centipedes hanging on several places on my body that were biting my flesh.

Just now, the snake cave was fine, but it was a mess here.

I have been afraid of this ugly and terrifying multifoot creature in my life, and I don’t care too much at this moment. I reached out and pulled it down, threw it on the ground and stomped it, trampling the thing to pieces, and green juice flowed out, and then I relieved my anger. At this time, the toxins were probably spreading, and my eyes turned black and fell into the mud pit. After a while, I recovered.

At this time, I barely sat up, but saw the centipedes not daring to go forward, so I turned around and surrounded the torches on the ground.

These centipedes gather in caves all year round, and don’t know why, they are extremely fierce in nature. Even if they are burned by the flames, they do not retreat at all. In a short while, they put out the torches and wiped out the last ray of light in the cave.

This ghost place that I hadn't had time to look at was completely in darkness.

I carried my bag and half-sitted in the mud pit, leaning against the stone stick, constantly gasping for breath, feeling the scorching pain in the wound continued, and I felt like I was being put on the fire and roasted. The pain was like a wave, and it was transmitted into my mind one after another, causing my thinking to gradually stagnate.

I felt the world in front of me shaking, blurry, my head was dizzy, and my sleepiness floated up, as if I was about to fall asleep as soon as my eyes closed.

But at this time I was extremely awake and knew that if I closed my eyes and wanted to wake up again, it would be difficult.

Thinking of this, I tried hard to pinch my thighs to keep myself awake.

At this time, darkness enveloped the entire space. Apart from the "rustling" sound of centipedes crawling around, all that was left was my heartbeat and the sound of gradually heavier breathing.

Sitting like this, I was as depressed as I was, and suddenly I felt a strong sense of unreality.

I fantasized that I was actually dreaming.

I woke up from my dream and opened my eyes. I was still the busy potion salesman running around. I had a good income and a decent job. I accompanied the customers everywhere to eat, drink and have fun. Then I waited until the end of the month and received a good salary, salary plus commission. Then I looked forward to the New Year and went home with a large bag of small bags.

However, the omniscient pain brought me back to reality, making me deeply realize that I was at the depths of the underground forest in Jiangzhou, western Ganzhou, with centipedes and poisonous insects everywhere.

And I may not be able to go out alive.

When I thought of this, I was so angry that I couldn't help cursing myself. However, this was useless and it didn't help me to leave this ghost place. After a while, I put my body down, took a deep breath, and then began to meditate and visualize according to the method in "Nine Xuanlu".

After sitting like this, I don’t know how long it took, but the scorching pain on my body disappeared, and my almost numb body began to regain my activity.

I am not sure whether it is the result of practicing Jiuxuan Lu, or the effect of the Antidote Pills that Teacher Xiahou gave me before. In short, the previous signs of poisoning began to decline, allowing me to stand up again.

At this time, it was still pitch black around me. I touched the backpack behind me, and then began to study the stone stick in front of me.

It is all its contribution to having a foothold in this place where poisonous insects are densely populated.

But why are these fierce centipedes afraid of this stone stick?

In the darkness, I couldn't see too much. I could only touch it with my palms. I felt it slippery. I didn't know how much mucus it was. The thickness of the teacup was very straight and upward. I touched it up and could reach the top. I was 1.76 meters tall. After I put on my shoes, I could reach the top. In other words, this stone stick stuck in the mud pit was almost two meters away.

Maybe longer.

My judgment was a little blurry at this time, not particularly clear. I rubbed the mucus on my hands and put it under my nose to smell it. There was a smell of rosin agar, but it didn't smell much. I knew it was not the excrement of some weird insect.

I squatted down and pulled open the mud around the stone stick, and found that it was directly connected to the rock layer below.

I pulled it hard, but found that I couldn't pull it.

This made me a little depressed.

Because I was thinking about one thing just now, that is, if I want to leave, I have to face two problems - first, there are centipedes everywhere here, these insects are full of offensive. If I leave this safe area without authorization, I might have to flood the centipedes and poisonous insects; another one, that is, whether there is an exit here.

If not, I had to climb up.

I need to investigate the following questions, and the basis for conducting them is that I have to survive in front of so many centipedes.

Now there is only one way to solve the first problem, that is, pull out the entire stick that shocks the poisonous insects so that I can borrow it to drive away the poisonous insects.

I tried for a long time, but the stone stick was like the steel bars frozen on the ground and could not be pulled.

If you can't pull it, then just break it.

I could take it away after breaking it. Thinking of this, I began to grab it and fold it to the ground, but I never thought that this thing was very tough. Even if I used the strength of my breasts, I didn't make any gaps.

What should I do?

My body has not recovered yet, and the excessive force at this moment made my head look more drizzy. As time goes by, I know that the more I drag it down, the greater the danger. Thinking of this, I decided to take a gamble, so I began to adjust my breath, use the method of urging blood in "Nine Profound Lotus" to burn the demonic power, turn it into strength, and pull it out again with force.

This time, if you fail, you will be successful. If it really doesn’t work, then I will kill you here.

ah……

I held the stick tightly with both hands, and the strength gathered from my limbs and bones into my hands. The breath sank, and then I suddenly lifted it to my chest.

rise!

At the beginning, the stone stick was still motionless, but the moment the Lingming Stone Monkey's blood burst out, the solid and indestructible stone stick finally loosened a little.

I took advantage of this looseness and turned around in circles bit by bit, gradually, gradually, the stone stick swayed more and more.

When I shouted loudly and said "up", the stone stick finally left the ground. However, the moment it left the ground, I felt that the stone stick, as hard as steel, had not come soft, and suddenly changed from a steel rod to a cooked noodles, and became soft.

Not only that, the stone dirt on its surface also began to fall off.

The moment the stick became soft, I quickly reached out to pick it up. When I came to my senses, I found that the thing became a rope.

When the stone dirt fell off, the thing revealed its original true body, but it was like silicone, soft and hard, and a little soft. I was a little confused and made the thing a ball and found that it was only as thick as a chicken egg, soft as a lot, and the length was much smaller.

It was soft and I held it in my hand and shook it, feeling like I was holding a whip.

This change caught me off guard. After a while, I suppressed the curiosity in my heart and did not think about the reason. Instead, I grabbed the thing that was shrinking into a ball and walked forward.

I'm experimenting with whether the stone stick turned into noodles can still shock these centipede poisonous insects?

Fortunately, as I took my steps, I felt the gadgets in the darkness and began to retreat. In other words, although the shape of this thing has changed, its shocking effect on centipedes and poisonous insects still exists.

This result made my heart finally relax.

No matter what, I finally took the first step to success, and next, I have to find an outlet.

With a rough impression, I came to the place where the torch fell just now. At this time, the centipedes retreated one after another. I hung the softened stone sticks around my neck, leaned down and picked up the torch, and found that there were actually some sparks inside. I blew them bit by bit, turning the sparks into flames again. Then the torch began to burn again, which also brought light to the place.

With the light, I began to look around and found that it was a small space of twenty or thirty square meters. The middle area was a mud and rocks were next to it. But there was no other way out except for the dense small holes on the mountain walls that were as big as fists.

Fortunately, at this time, I saw a vine rope hanging from above, in an inconspicuous place.

This thing seems to be specially left by the designer.

I walked over and pulled the rattan rope, which felt quite solid. Then I looked up and looked up, then looked at the centipede that was constantly surging in Zhouzhai. I didn't want to be too late for a second, so I put the slim half stick into the backpack behind me, bit the torch with my mouth, and began to climb up.

The process was extremely difficult. I was not careful and I started to slid down when I was sweating in my palms. I was so scared that I hurriedly hugged the rope and stopped falling.

After climbing like this repeatedly, I almost worked it for half an hour before climbing to the top.

There is also a slippery shallow slope here, which is where I just slipped down. I have to climb here with caution, because if there is any mistake, I will definitely fall down again.

Just tossing and trying to make it, when I finally climbed up, I was almost exhausted. I threw the torch aside and lay down on the ground, panting heavily while stretching out my hands, and saw that there were blood bubbles on it, which hurt and itchy, and I was extremely sad.

I rested for a long time before I got up. After thinking for a while, I suddenly remembered something and hurriedly took out the ball of silicone rope-like things.

Then I began to take advantage of the time when there was only one person to check what I had snatched from Qiu Wendong's hands.

I had been running around before, so I hadn't had time to take a closer look.

However, when I hollowed out my entire backpack, I was stunned.

I was stunned.

Apart from a blood bead and a stone that came from somewhere, there was nothing in the backpack.

Including the piece of flesh that I think is the Houtu Spirit Bead and other blood beads, they are gone.

What the hell is going on?
Chapter completed!