The fat man did not resist, I didn't even see him moving, the chill in my heart became colder, was he dead?

The group of snakes was squirming. I had imagined quite a few ways to speculate on how they transported the corpses, but I didn't expect it to be like this. Red snakes, large and small, coiled together, wrapped the corpse in the center, and moved their bodies to make the corpse move forward. The fat man was extremely heavy, but these snakes could still move him here quickly. Obviously, this movement method was quite efficient.

After the fat man fell into the pool, the snakes became sparse and climbed back to the shore one after another, and soon disappeared on the stone wall. I looked at the fat man lying quietly in the water, a little at a loss. I didn't know whether he was dead or alive. If he was dead, I felt that all the hard-earned people like him were dead, and I would be dead sooner or later here. If he was alive, I had to save him. If he couldn't get over, he might just die.

After thinking about it, no matter what, I must go and see. Fatty and I have been born and died. I can't even know whether he died or not, so I just left him here.

I looked around vigilantly, as if the snake had walked away. I checked the mud on my body, then climbed down the vines again, and carefully fell into the water. I plucked the rock wall and walked to the fat man's side. The fat man didn't move at all, and most of his head was immersed in the water. My heart felt cold and a little trembling.

After listening carefully, there was no sound around me, so I approached the fat man and turned him over.

The fat man's lower body was sinking into the water. When he touched it, my heart relaxed and I breathed faintly, but I immediately saw the blood hole on his neck, and he was bitten by a snake.

The snakes here are so vicious that they bit them all around their necks. Unless the person is immune to snake venom, they are basically unable to deal with them and can only wait for death.

But I was wondering why Aning died in just a few minutes after being bitten. The fat man is still breathing, and at this time he found that the fat man has blood on his body.

I checked that there was no external injury on the fat man. The blood was obviously not his. I understood that it might have been touched when fighting with the snake. I guess it might be because the fat man was moving fast. As soon as the snake bit his throat, he had already cut the snake to death with a knife, so he did not die immediately.

However, even if he doesn't die, he's almost dead. I looked around and thought to myself that I must drag him out of this pool first, otherwise I may not have guaranteed that these snakes will come back to make up for it.

This was quite difficult, but fortunately, the vine was downstream. I helped the fat man up and pushed him downstream with the buoyancy and thrust of the water. Unexpectedly, I lost control after two steps. In order not to rush into the water flow, I twisted my body hard and let my hand float on it. When I rushed through the vine, I grabbed it before I could control my body again.

I used all my strength to stand in the water, then I hung the fat man onto the vine, fixed him with his belt, and then climbed up by myself, trying to pull him up. But after pulling it twice, I found that it was impossible. Although the vine was strong enough, the fat man was too heavy, and my little strength was not enough. I looked around and saw that there was a big Y-shaped branch on the branches where I was standing. I immediately hung the vine up, made a pulley, and then used my weight and strength to lift him up.

With just a moment, I pressed the branches on it into a bow shape, and the whole tree made a creepy sound. I suddenly felt that the fat man was too heavy, and it was simply ridiculously heavy. With my weight and my strength, it should not be so difficult to hang him up. But now it is obviously quite barely. I have carved him before, but I am definitely not as heavy as it is now.

If I could go back alive this time, I would definitely let him lose weight. I thought to myself, and continued to suppress my energy and took a full half hour to hang him up from the water bit by bit. When I dragged him to the branch, my tiger's mouth was completely broken and I had no strength to raise my hand. At this time, the branch I was standing on was simply bent by the fat man and my weight.

I had no intention of thinking about these things anymore. After a little slowing down, I thought to myself how to deal with his poison. It was too late to suck it out. It seemed that I had to go back to the camp and drag him through the woods on the spot. I was really good enough to be alone. But I had to do it even if I had no choice, otherwise if I died, how could I pass my own level?

After a while, I went down again, scooped up a handful of mud and applied it to the fat man. Then I pulled the vines around me, connected the vines and grass, and made a drag rack to put the fat man off the tree.

When I tied the fat man's body, I found that the fat man was too fat and it was really difficult to fix it, so I had to use the vines to tie a few parts of him tightly. The vines were very thick and my hands were not strong enough, so I stood up and helped with my feet to tighten the knot. Perhaps because the force of pulling it hard was too strong, the fat man suddenly opened his mouth and sprayed a mouthful of green water from his mouth.

The green water was extremely fishy and I immediately covered my mouth, thinking to myself that he had eaten something, and at this time I saw that there were many tiny red scales mixed between the green water.

I felt a piece of it, and thought it was not good. I pulled the fat man's clothes open and found that the fat man's belly was extremely big. I touched it hard and it was so hard that it seemed as if I had eaten a weight.

Oops, how could this happen? Did a snake get into his stomach?

I immediately turned the fat man over, pushed his stomach with my knees, and crushed it hard, and he began to vomit violently. A large amount of green water mixed with some white cotton-like things were spit out, and all spit onto the branches and then dripped down.

I pushed hard a few times until he finished vomiting. His breathing was a little smoother, and it seemed that the things in the stomach were also very oppressing his breathing.

Seeing that the spitting out was extremely large, it was like poured out of a bucket. Fortunately, the fat man had a big stomach, otherwise the ordinary person might have had a stomach burst if he had so many things in it.

I put him down, covered my mouth and looked at what he vomited. A sour smell hit my face. Between the green water, there was a white gel like eggs. I folded a branch and fiddled it, and found that the gel was full of egg-like things.

In an instant, an extreme disgust surged into my chest, and I almost vomited it out. Looking at the mixed scales, I thought to myself that this would be a snake egg? Fuck, this is really disgusting. This snake actually lays eggs in a human stomach, just like a monster in a Hollywood movie. I thought about fiddling all of these snake eggs immediately.

In this way, the belly of the corpses below should be filled with snake eggs. Fuck, I can't even imagine what these snake eggs will look like when hatched.

Trying to endure my disgust, I looked at the mud below, then at the snake eggs floating on the water and drifting downstream, and began to understand what was going on here.

Is the quagmire here a "hatching room"? These snakes hatch snake eggs based on the heat generated by the decay of the corpse, so they keep transporting the corpses and pouring them into the quagmire, allowing them to rot constantly and mix with the soil to generate heat.

I have heard of many ants that can control the temperature in the ant nest through fermentation and decay, which these snakes obviously cannot do, but they are already hatching eggs through the heat of decay.

However, the ruins nearby here are very sunny, so why don’t they use sunlight to hatch eggs like other snakes? Is it because the temperature requirements for hatching these snake eggs are very accurate?

Thinking about it, I thought of a possibility. If there were no heavy rains, there would be no water in this mud, and at most it would be a mud swamp. Then the fat man fell into it and it would take a long time to die. Then the temperature in his body would remain until he died completely. This may be the reason why the fat man is not dead yet. Those snakes just want to numb us and don’t want to kill us, just to hatch eggs with our body temperature.

I know that there are some snakes that have evolved very advanced. Their eggs have almost hatched in their bodies. They will hatch at a stable temperature for one to two days after birth. Is this what the snakes here mean? Fortunately, it was raining heavily, otherwise I would have fallen into the pile of small snakes just now.

What makes me feel most creepy is that there are snake eggs here, so doesn’t it mean that there is still a female snake here? I feel cold all over when I think of the relief, but it is still impossible to think about it. Such a huge female snake definitely violates the laws of natural creatures. These eggs may have been born from the descendants of the huge snake mother.

The fat man's stomach was still a little swollen. I don't know if there were any of these things inside. I thought it would be better to let him vomit them all. So I helped the fat man up, grabbed his throat, and let him continue to vomit, but what he vomited next was all green water, and it turned into dry retching.

I believe it should be gone, and if there is any more, it should be over the stomach, so I can only let him pull it out.

The fog has almost dissipated, and the visibility has gradually recovered. I continued my work just now, tightening the vines on his body, and then preparing to put them down slowly. This is very difficult. If I can't grasp it a little, the fat man may fall directly from the tree. He has lost consciousness and cannot use his muscles and movements to protect himself. Then this fall may kill him. Therefore, the length of the vine must be controlled well.

I prepared everything and shine the tree with a mine lamp. This big tree grows on the edge of the mud. If it is not done well, it may fall back into the mud. All previous efforts are wasted. You must choose a good place.

As soon as the mine lamp shone under the tree, I was stunned. The tree was misty and I couldn't see the ground clearly. The mine lamp shone over, as if it was shining on a chaos.

This is really a ghost. I didn’t use the mine lamp to light it just now, but I could see the blurry shadows on the ground with the afterglow of the mine lamp. Why can’t I see it now? Is the fog thicker again? But why is it only thicker in the part near the ground?
Chapter completed!