The fat man hummed a ditty out of emotion, as if he was playing an erhu, "The years are ruthless and make people grow old, the sun shines at sunset...the south wind blows my heart..."
"Ah?" Zhang Zhuxun and Wu Xie had the same confused and unspeakable expressions on their faces.
Zhang Haike rubbed his forehead with his fingertips and smiled, "In that case, those legends are not necessarily legends anymore. Maybe the creatures in the legends once existed in real life."
The fat man subconsciously touched the egg in his backpack, hissed, pretended to be scared, and winked, "It's scary to think about it, brothers."
Wu Xie curled his lips to express his disdain for him, "Stop thinking about it, let's just focus on the present. If dissipating one's own energy is the evolution method chosen by the big snakes."
"Then the question is, what forces them to choose this heroic way of evolution?"
Trillions of years ago, in the era of barbaric growth, the energy on this planet was enough for all powerful races to reproduce.
But the meteorite rain hundreds of millions of years ago changed everything. The powerful energy carried by the meteorite when it arrived assimilated the original energy pollution suitable for survival on the planet, causing the extinction of a large number of species.
Other ethnic groups that barely survived and lived in the same era as Orochi's ancestors began to snatch survival resources. After experiencing countless racial battles, for the continuation of the entire race and to have enough energy to reproduce, the Orochi had to choose to use
Save yourself this way.
The disintegration and dissipation of energy is a sacrifice, and the pure red energy like flesh and blood also brings better life to future generations.
Perhaps the big snakes in the past had a very long lifespan, but this species had to give up this advantage when it chose to evolve. The snakes that can be seen in the snake nest today are only slightly stronger than the natural snakes outside.
In the current peaceful era, dangerous races have been eliminated for a long time, and their toxicity and cell activity are probably less than one thousandth of what they were in the days of their ancestors.
The second clue that the little brother left for them was a prophecy-like sentence, "The green grass returns to its nest and meets the snowman."
The second time I came to the Snow Mountains of Southern Tibet was fifty years ago. What did he know during that long period of time? What did he see after coming here? That made him finally decide to seal up the ancestral bell forever.
There is a place that even the Zhang family cannot reach.
So what about Zhang Menyu? And the first host of the system, they have also been here, and they have also seen with their own eyes what the little brother has seen.
When they faced that thing, they made different decisions from the younger brother, but in the dark, Zhang Zhuxun seemed to hear the sound of the gears of fate locking together.
At this moment, the white horse stops and time stops.
Countless red light spots floated in mid-air like fine sand, circling around Zhang Zhuxun's body, sometimes like waves in a galaxy, sometimes like misty smoke, circling and changing the scene for a brief moment.
He saw a tired big snake crossing the desert, climbing over towering mountains, walking through muddy swamps, and walking through the white snow. It stood upright and moved forward indomitably, leaving behind all the shackles that held it back.
It comes here and then dies calmly.
He saw the huge figure gradually disappearing into nothingness, turning into a red meteor like a bright firework. The lights burned out and the afterglow melted away.
At the end of Chu's night, he heard the heavy door slowly opening, the desolate bells ringing throughout the snow-capped mountains, someone was coming, he heard the cry of eagles circling in the sky, and the sound of wind chimes in the rain, the sound of Buddha whispering.
Yin.
Suddenly, there was a soft touch on the left cheek, like a leaf blown by the wind, gently falling past the side of his face.
The silence faded away like a tide, and everything came alive.
He vaguely heard someone calling his name. When he opened his eyes, everyone was still surrounding the area, but the red color there had disappeared.
Wu Xie and the others just blinked, and the rocks under their feet changed drastically!
Zhang Bo closed his somewhat heavy eyelids and braced himself to remind them, "Be careful, something is coming."
There was a rustling sound above their heads, and countless thick snow-colored vines spread from all directions, surrounding everyone in an instant, and Wu Xie and the others screamed in surprise.
Before they could react, the ground beneath their feet shook violently, and then sank suddenly. The stone slabs collapsed and shattered like pieces of tofu, and the feeling of weightlessness swept over them instantly.
In the process of falling, the snow-colored vines that emerged from the cracks seemed to be seeing relatives reunited after a long absence, curling up happily and chasing after them from behind.
Following the fat man's miserable howl, a snow-white tentacle as thick as a bucket poked out from the darkness below. With a twist in mid-air, it rolled up the four people who were holding on to the stone wall like a rice dumpling, and then mercilessly rolled them together.
Drag it into the bottomless abyss below.
Their limbs were squeezed in an instant, as if they were swallowed into the stomach of a giant beast.
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I don't know how much time passed, but Zhang Zhuxun was awakened by the tight feeling all over his body, and his eyes were covered by soft branches, and there was darkness.
Zhang Zhuxun struggled a few times, and the things tied to him began to shake. He immediately realized that he was hanging in mid-air, like a cocoon.
Could it be that some of them were treated by those white vines as food reserves?
How do those soft vines have the same virtues as the Hydra cypress? Or are they another variant of the Hydra cypress?
Zhang Shuxun pondered silently in his mind, and took out two or three thin blades from the cuffs with his fingers. He moved to a position with difficulty, groped for the slightly thinner tendrils, and then started cutting with the stacked blades.
Although these tendrils are soft to the touch, their outer skin is very tough and has strong healing power. It took a lot of effort to pull them apart, but before Zhang Zhuxun could move, the cold sap inside flowed out and formed a scab immediately.
Zhang Zhuxun: "... Damn!"
After working in vain for a long time, he was almost angry.
I don't know where Wu Xie and the three of them were kidnapped. Apart from his own movement and breathing, the only sound in his ears was the rustling of leaves.
Zhang Zhuxun was a little anxious, staring at the tender tendrils in front of him, his jaw moved unconsciously.
Instinct told him that these tendrils seemed to be... edible, just like cubs that would return to eat the nutritious eggshells after breaking out of their shells.
But snakes don’t seem to eat eggshells!
Damn it, has he mutated? Why do such thoughts come to his mind? He doesn't look like a human anymore!
Zhang Zhuxun's mind was caught in a battle between heaven and man.
How can this thing be eaten? I don’t know the specific species. What if it is poisonous?
But it seemed to be really edible, and he even vaguely smelled the fragrance of the juice in the vines.
Zhang Zhuxun bit the tip of his tongue hard, shivering in pain, and his brain suddenly sobered up. However, the fragrance that seemed to be absent just now became clearer. This was not an illusion!
What was numbing his claws was that at this moment, his body was screaming with a strong sense of hunger, as if he had turned into a chick in the nest with its mouth wide open, waiting for its mother to feed him.
How long has he been unconscious? How could he be so hungry - so hungry... I really want to eat...
Zhang Zhuoxun pursed his dry lips, tried hard to suppress the urge to eat, and thought about how he thought the rattan was edible.