I suddenly felt like the Tianling Gallery stabbing and immediately hugged my head, thinking that the next blow must be this tent.

But what I didn't expect was that there was no attack. After a few minutes, the violent impact sound appeared in a relatively far place.

I thought to myself: What's going on? What's going on outside? I was about to tell the fat man that we should run away, but the fat man was covered by the fat man without opening his mouth.

There were a few loud noises outside, and the sound of the tent collapsed. Then after a few minutes, the same movement continued. This lasted for half an hour, and I guess more than a dozen tents were destroyed. We lay there, and we stopped every time we smashed it. The torment was like being bombed. I don’t know when the bomb would fall on our heads.

It was not until after a very long quiet time that we gradually realized that the attack might have ended. Slowly, we didn't know who was the first to react, so we all sat up. I found that my eyes had basically recovered, and although they were still a little blurry, we could see the colors and the outlines of the characters.

Later, I touched it and found that the remaining blur was also because of the fog on the gas mask lens, which became clear after being wiped off.

I saw Fatty and Mon Oil Bottle. Mon Oil Bottle was injured and covered with blood spots on his wrist. The fat man was covered with mud and was as embarrassed as if he had just come out of a pigpen. It was obvious that he had experienced an extremely severe chaos last night.

We still didn't dare to speak. After waiting for a while, the fat man secretly lifted the curtain. As soon as he lifted it, light suddenly came in. It turned out that it was dawn.

Then he walked out carefully. I asked Man Oil Bottle. He waved his hand and said it was okay. He followed him and followed me.

The fog was almost gone, and the dawn was very heavy, but I could see everything. When I came out and turned around, I was shocked.

All around us, the entire camp was collapsed, and all the tents were rotten, as if they had encountered an extremely powerful tornado. In such a huge area, only our tent stood alone there. There was nothing around, nothing that attacked us, and no trace of snakes.

The fat man cursed and sat down next to the bonfire that had been basically extinguished. I was stunned and unable to react. At this time, there was a sound of limb falling from behind me. I turned around and saw that the muffled oil bottle fainted on the ground.

We carried him back to the tent, and I immediately checked his injuries. What made me feel relieved was that the place where he was bitten was his wrist, with two blood holes, but the wound was not deep. Obviously, he threw the snake off the moment he was bitten. Looking at the wound, I thought to myself how thrilling yesterday was, I could not imagine it.

The fat man told me that he had pierced the artery as soon as possible, sucked poisonous blood, and cut the "cross" mouth to bleed, but some venom must have invaded. The snake was too venomous, so he bit it and immediately turned blue. Fortunately, the guy was quick to move and pinched the snake's head at that moment. The snake didn't bite it completely, otherwise the guy would probably have reimbursed it.

I injected serum into the oil bottle and massaged his temples. His breathing sootheed. I pinched his hand and found that the overall swelling was not severe. So I said to the fat man, it should be okay. No matter how poisonous the things on the land are, they are not as poisonous as the things in the sea, but they can't let him move any more.

Pan Zi was still lying there, and we put the oil bottle in place. After watching two of us lie down, we had a headache. Fortunately, they were the ones. If I had died long ago, this place was really different from the place we had been to before. These two people were experienced and made this happen.

Then, I asked the fat man what happened yesterday.

The fat man said something similar to what I guessed. Yesterday they were watching the night, they gradually found that they could not see it. The fat man remembered me and realized that the fog might be really poisonous. He immediately went to find the gas mask, but after searching for it, he couldn't see it at all. He was so anxious that he was so anxious.

He and Mon Oil Bottle first wet the towel with mud to cover their noses, which really worked. Later, they found several in one of the tents. Just as they were about to put them on, Mon Oil Bottle couldn't see clearly, and he was bitten by a snake hiding in his backpack. Fortunately, he reacted very quickly and immediately pinched the snake's head in the air, but he was still bitten and his hands immediately turned blue.

However, because the amount of venom injected was limited, the mud oil bottle did not die immediately, so they simply dealt with it. At this time, the fat man heard me screaming, and immediately put on a gas mask to come to me first. Outside the tent, he found that at some point, a large number of cocks-combed snakes appeared from the gaps in the surrounding buildings. All of these snakes hid in the gaps, neither coming out nor going in, and saw that the gaps were full of red scales, as if they were waiting for something.

So he immediately came back and put a gas mask on me, then returned to take care of the erotic bottle, carried him back, and halfway through, he saw a strange scene.

Countless cocks-combed snakes emerged from the gap and gradually coiled together to form a huge "snake tide", like a mollusk, moving rhythmically and moving extremely fast, like the huge fish in the sea...

The fat man said: "This must be their way to transport Aning's corpse. I can't figure out how they did it. The snake tide is simply a whole creature."

I wondered, "Then why did they destroy this place like this?"

The fat man said: "They must know our existence, but because there is mud on the tent, they can't find us. These are beasts, and they finally took this approach."

I was shocked when I heard this, and the fat man immediately said, "We can't stay here anymore. They will definitely come tonight. We must leave, and the farther away from here, the better." He asked me if I could see clearly. I nodded, and he asked me to collect the food and supplies here immediately, order them all and pack them. By noon, I then decided where to go.

I smiled bitterly, but also knew that this was something that had to be done. Now I don’t know if the snake was walking clean, so I took a break first. When the sun came out, I started to climb over the ruins of the tent and dragged out all the available ones. He was here to take care of them.

The most important thing I collected was food. I found a large number of compressed biscuits, all piled in a bag, and later I was lucky enough to find a bag of canned food.

When there was a car, Aning and the others also brought canned food, but because they had to explore the way, the canned food was too heavy and thrown outside the canyon. After entering the forest, they ate light compressed dry food, which made their lips blister. Unexpectedly, Uncle San and the others brought this good thing, which was really hard work. However, carrying such a cumbersome thing is not like Uncle San's personality.

Field canned food is very close to normal foods. It is usually canned beef with high protein, canned tuna or canned glutinous rice and soybeans. These things are long-lasting and full, so they are not easy to get hungry.

I hurriedly asked the fat man if he wanted it. The fat man shook his head and said how to bring it, but we could eat all of these immediately. After looking at the types of canned food, he drooled: "Holy Virgin Mary, your third uncle is such a man, and he is tasteful."

I continued to search, looking for dry food, and containers, and we needed something to fill water.

When I took out a backpack, I found a photo of his family. I had never seen this person before. He was a middle-aged man in his early thirties. His wife held the child and leaned against him. The photo was very rustic and dressed very simply, but he could see that he was quite happy.

I felt a little moved, thinking that this person doesn't know what's going on. If he dies here, what will happen to his wife and children? People in this industry are too ordinary to live and die, so why bother to delay others?

I also thought of Aning dying on the road, Wu Laosi and those who died in the Devil City, and these people really didn't know why they died. When I thought of myself, I couldn't help but laugh at myself. Damn, if I didn't come with the team at that time, I should be blowing the air conditioner in my shop now, and I have the attitude to say that others don't think about myself.

After collecting it, I was in a state of great mood while counting it. It was already noon. The fat man wanted to open the way immediately, but the situation of Mon Oil Bottle and Pan Zi was not very good. Pan Zi was always confused and had never eaten anything. We fed water to get down from his lips. Mon Oil Bottle was awake but weak and couldn't stand up. Fortunately, the blue color on his hands had faded.

This is very troublesome. It is impossible for us to leave here too far with two people on our backs and so many things.

The oil bottle pointed to the temple on the side and said weakly: "Go inside and stay away from the water source!"

When we think about it, the gaps between these stones are full of water and connected to the swamp. No wonder these snakes all come out of the gaps.

There is no other way now, let’s transport the things into them first.

The temple completely collapsed, with only one rough outline, and even the door was not known where it was. We found a corridor and found that the space inside was quite large. The building should have two floors, and the underground one was seriously damaged, but the upper one could still see the structure at that time. It was all made of black stones, not high, but there were many very exquisite stone pillars between them. I didn’t know what the two floors were based on, but now the collapsed things have become a steep slope.

We climbed up and entered a basically intact stone room, where we could see the camp below. After we moved the things, we carried Pan Zi and Mon Oil Bottle over, but at this time, Mon Oil Bottle could basically move.

The sun is like a spell that urges death. I feel that time is very fast. Yesterday's fear and nightmare have not subsided. When I look back, it's sun again. Dusk is coming soon.

There was basically no rest or stop during the day. When I looked at the shadow of the tree becoming ferocious, I felt an invisible pressure coming.

Despair, this really feels a little bit of despair. A voice seemed to ask in my mind, after two nights, can I continue to get through tonight?
Chapter completed!