Yang Hao and Li Cu moved their muzzles to the white snake and looked straight at this face. For humans, shrinking their necks and making intimidating gestures have no meaning, but rather it is easier to aim.

However, no one expected that such a huge white snake would reveal a human face after its neck was opened.

The face is formed by discolored scales, with a few protrusions forming the shapes of forehead bones, noses, etc.

What made Li Cu most collapse was that this face looked very familiar. Because of the light and tension, he could not remember who his face was, but he was sure that he must have seen this face.

The white snake hung down from the roof and became a threatening state, but did not attack immediately. The two phases were in a stalemate. When Li Cu was a little dazed, the white snake's throat trembled and began to make a sound.

The white snake's screams were very unpleasant. It first made continuous calls similar to roosters, but the frequency was a little wrong. Li Cu listened pale and realized that the snake was actually imitating the gunshots they had just now.

After the white snake screamed a few times, its throat trembled strangely again, making a sound that surprised everyone.

The white snake said something.

"If we dig further, we will have no chance to go back on our word."

Li Cu was stunned and thought to himself, Madam, it’s too late to regret it now.

Then, the White Snake said another sentence, "Why do each of us see different things?"

Li Cu grinned and saw that the face of the white snake's neck began to change and turned into another face. This face looked a bit like Wu Xie, but it was obviously much older than Wu Xie. Then, the white snake turned into a woman's face.

It was testing and observing them. Li Cu looked at the white snake's eyes and suddenly realized this. These snakes could simulate human faces and also imitate human pronunciations.

Sure enough, the white snake's neck slowly formed a blurred face. The face became clearer and clearer, and finally turned into Li Cu's appearance.

Li Cu immediately covered his face with his hands. He didn't know the snake's intention, but he was reluctant to be imitated by the snake.

The white snake's neck slowly closed, no longer acting as an attacking posture, and then slowly retracted to the roof and disappeared into the darkness.

Li Cu's legs were weak. He looked at Yang Hao and found that Yang Hao had his eyes closed.

The vines around him did not change at all, Li Cu's mind was blank, and his fatigue and high tension almost made him faint. He gritted his teeth and held on, knowing that this was definitely not a place for him to rest.

He adjusted his breathing and his heartbeat slowly slowed down. The blood that had just rushed into his brain began to slowly pull back into his body. He opened his eyes again and felt much better.

I picked up the napkin that was soaked in sweat, and just wanted to continue, Su Wan's watch rang again.

Li Cu immediately ran away and turned around and cursed: "Su Wan, are you finished?"

In an instant, a claw grabbed Li Cu's ankle and dragged him into the vine circle. Then countless vines coiled over and wrapped him tightly. Then he dragged it into the sand, and in an instant he was dragged under the sand layer.

Li Cu held his breath and had no power to fight back. He had experienced the feeling of a person sinking into the sand once before. He thought he would never have experienced it in his life, but he did not expect that in less than half a year, he experienced it again. Fortunately, he had experience this time.

Hold your breath hard and press the person's head down so that the sand is not easy to enter the nostrils.

The weight of the sand was pressing towards him. He felt that he was still holding a breath in his chest and could hold on for a while, but now the pressure on his chest was getting stronger and stronger. He could no longer hold it in his breath and sprayed it out directly.

It was not that easy to drag prey in the sand. His paws dragged him down three or four meters and then stopped. Three or four meters was already deep enough for Li Chu, and then most of the vines let go of him and hid quickly in the sand.

Li Cu tried his best to slide his arms, trying to climb up and climb out of the sand as soon as possible, but he found that he was trapped in the sand and unable to move. He realized that the vine was not suddenly discovering his conscience, but wanted the sand here to suffocate him to death.

Many people use bamboo poles to insert them into the sand pile because the beginning of the sand is very soft, but the more they are inserted, the harder they are to insert. That is because the more they are inserted, the greater the friction force the bamboo poles are, and the greater the pressure on the sand they are to be exposed.

Li Cu's body was buried under the sand dune. The resistance here was already very great. The sand around him stopped moving, but fixed his limbs like plaster. He still struggled hard.

He swung his head and his chin was pressed against his neck, so there was a small space in his nose that could take another breath at the last moment of suffocation.

This breath helped Li Cu a lot. In fact, when he could breathe for two or three minutes, Li Cu forced himself to calm down. If he needed to take one minute to act at this time, then the remaining two minutes were definitely worth it to think. He thought about it. Sand was not as good as water, and there was no gap in the water, but there was a lot of air in the sand. Now he only needed to set up a space of bamboo poles around his nose so that he could breathe a few breaths calmly, and he could persist for ten to fifteen minutes, so that his physical strength could be restored and he could continue to climb up.

But his hands are absolutely unable to move. Moving his hands in the sand to himself will make him suffocate directly. He can only achieve such an effect with minimal physical strength.

So Li Cu began to move carefully with his nose, and the suffocation feeling was like a shadow. He moved and squeezed the sand in front of him. The space under his nasal cavity gradually became larger. He took a breath again and felt much better. Just as he was about to take a second sip, the sand in the space in front of him collapsed, and a mouthful of sand sucked directly into his lungs. He began to cough violently, knowing that he was dead.

Time flowed backwards, Wu Xie stood on the sand dune wearing a black canvas poncho, quietly watching Li Cu and the others covering their tents looking for the sadness of the people.

The dune collapsed, and several people rolled in and disappeared.

Wang Meng behind him said, "Boss, do you think this is still a bit risky?"

"After I come back from **, I rarely misjudgment people." Wu Xie said, turning around and saying to the black glasses that were a little far away from him: "I'll ask you here."

Black Glasses nodded, he held an umbrella and put his hands in his pocket, "You have really changed a lot."

Wu Xie ignored it. He had no intention of paying attention to these things. After a long time, he had learned the principle of only looking at the results.

"You really don't have your surname Zhang?" Wu Xie finally asked Black Glasses.

He touched his chest with black glasses, "The person surnamed Zhang will not hurt. No matter what, I will still feel a little painful."

"Ah, then I'm not even as good as you now." Wu Xie said, waved his hand and walked down the sand dune with Wang Meng.

Black Glasses shouted, "Don't kill yourself, otherwise I can't explain."

Wu Xie ignored it. The rain began to get weaker. He pulled off his hair, exposed his shaved bald head, put on his glasses, and could see that inside his poncho was the lama's clothes.
Chapter completed!