Chapter 102 The stone box is for Miss Godot gql//Add
These things absorb water quickly and obviously, and you can even hear the crackling sound of the dry and cracked parts as they expand after absorbing water. But apart from these sounds, nothing else seems to happen. The German who was dragged away by the guy
The man was a little annoyed, so he threw the waiter's hand away and scolded him loudly.
The guys in this team didn't have a good temper, and they had a strong gangster spirit. They were scolded for no reason. They were very unhappy and simply left the Germans behind and ran back. Lao Zhao scolded him a few times, but his attention remained the same.
Concentrating on the river where those things fell, his heart is not as broad as that of foreigners. Although these things have not moved yet, they make Lao Zhao very uneasy.
The German who was still not far away waved his hand and expressed disdain for the guy's timidity and suspicion. He stepped on the water under his feet and leaned forward to see what those things would look like after absorbing water.
.But before he could stand still, he suddenly screamed as if he had seen a ghost and almost threw the camera out of his hand.
Something may have appeared under his feet. Mustache couldn't see it, but he could see the Germans retreating in fear. He was probably frightened by the sudden appearance. He didn't have time to grab anything else, so he kept using the camera strap.
of shaking.
The situation spread very quickly. The German only ran a few steps before he fell down and fell into the river. His actions could not be seen, and only a burst of heart-rending shouts could be heard. The team behind him
The explosion followed, and those guys seemed to have seen something fatal at the same time. They hesitated suddenly, and then rolled and crawled back. Lao Zhao was relatively calm, observing the situation while gathering the team.
people.
But Lao Zhao soon couldn't stand it any longer. Along the shallow layer of water in the river, a black snake surged over. The snake was very small, only about a foot long and as thick as a thumb, but it was so black.
, almost filling the river, swimming forward in dense numbers. This kind of snake obviously cannot be touched. The German who fell before was entangled by countless small black snakes, and he could only twitch with strength.
.
"Don't fucking panic!" Lao Zhao took off his bag, rummaged through it quickly, pulled out a package of stuff, shook his hands and threw it forward.
"It's realgar!" A waiter suddenly smelled a strong smell of realgar: "Did you know there are snakes here?"
"I know what the heck! They are all just trying to make ends meet, why are you like Hina!"
Veterans are like this. When they go up mountains, go through woods and go into pits, they carry a lot of miscellaneous things. Some of them may not be used in their lives, but they still have to carry them, maybe they will save their lives someday.
The strong smell of realgar made the Chinese in the team secretly relax, but then their expressions changed. This kind of small black snake was not afraid of realgar. Old Zhao spilled a pack of realgar without stopping them at all.
The trend was surging. Soon, dozens of small snakes swam under the feet of the people at the front of the team, and those people were jumping around like they were tap dancing.
The remaining two Germans were stunned by the move of old Zhao spreading realgar. Only then did they come back to their senses. One of them shouted: "Zhao! Zhao! Tell me what happened!"
"Holy shit!" Old Zhao already had the intention of evacuating. There were so many little snakes piled up together, crawling over from all directions. As long as he missed a little bit and got a bite, he would basically be confessed here: "You have such big eyes to see
Missing? Snakes! They’re all snakes!”
"Think...find a way!" The German pointed at his companion who was covered in black snakes not far away, and hurriedly grabbed Lao Zhao: "Bring him back! Bring him back!"
"I can't save you!" Lao Zhao tried hard to shake off the German who was grabbing him.
"For God's sake! Zhao! Save him!"
"It's not that I don't want to give Mr. Shang face, I really can't help it." Lao Zhao couldn't get rid of him no matter how hard he tried, so he just dragged the German who grabbed him and ran away.
The team of ten people suddenly became a mess. Even Lao Zhao took the lead and started to run away. The remaining ones ran faster than the other. They did not dare to run forward and could only follow the way back. The messy beams of light were getting bigger and bigger.
The further away. The mustache did not dare to be careless. He turned on the weak light source and immediately felt the shallow water under his feet ripples. The alloy tube stabbed downwards, and the sharp edge immediately killed a small snake swimming over.
Truncate.
He also ran towards the river next to him. At this time, the group of people who had run away didn't know what they encountered, and there was a loud sound of gunfire. Mustache couldn't care about that. He knew that the things hanging in front of him could not be approached or touched.
When a few clumps of stuff fell, a team of more than ten people fled in panic, and he began to look for a way around it.
The team on Lao Zhao's side suddenly dispersed, and the swaying light could not be seen. Mustache groped in the river for a while. No matter where he passed through, he was about four or five meters away from the things hanging above. This was not
There is a safe distance, and with Mustache's style, it is impossible to rush through now. Once he rushes through, he will be blocked by something, and there will be no way out.
Mustache was a little embarrassed in his search. The German team was now dispersed, but it would soon gather together once the crisis was over. He had no choice but to get ahead. After searching in the river for a while, he heard a German shouting
Sound. The opponent came running from where the team dispersed, panicking and not choosing the right path.
Mustache immediately realized that something was chasing him, but it didn't look like those little black snakes that were about a foot long. At this time, he didn't want to face the Germans, so he turned around and turned into another river. Very quickly
Soon, the German's shouts disappeared, and the mustache revealed his two eyes. He saw the light source held by the German rolling down to the bottom of the river, but the man was gone.
He didn't have time to think too much about why the person was missing, and quickly adjusted his direction. After about a few minutes, an aura that made Mustache uneasy overflowed from the darkness. Under the illumination of the light source, he saw a river intersection not far away.
, a huge snake head was revealed.
This was the largest sacred mountain dragon that Little Beard had ever seen. It was as thick as a bucket, and its body almost filled the narrow river. Little Beard turned around and ran away. This thing was invincible and difficult to kill.
The Holy Mountain Dragon chased over silently. The scales on its body rubbed against the water at the bottom of the river, making a tooth-itching rustling sound. The movements of the mustache were already very fast, but this thick Holy Mountain Dragon chased after it.
Just as fast, they quickly turned more than a dozen turns in the winding river.
The chase has just begun, and Mustache has already sensed a strong crisis. He has plenty of physical strength, but no matter how abundant he is, it is impossible to have as much energy as this sacred mountain dragon. If the chase continues like this, sooner or later, he will be exhausted. If that time comes, only
A dead end.
Mustache's mind was spinning rapidly. He took a deep breath, pulled out a sharp dagger from his body, then accelerated his speed, jumped forward for more than ten meters, turned around at the intersection of a river, and reached out his hand.
He was groping in the stagnant water and running while bending down. The Holy Mountain Dragon soon caught up with him. Mustache had to continue running faster. After getting a little farther away, he continued groping in the stagnant water.
There was only a gap of three or four centimeters wide under the stagnant water, and Mustache finally touched it. He kept this position firmly in mind, and led the Holy Mountain Dragon in a big circle to buy a short time, and then took the dagger in his hand.
Insert it upside down in this gap.
The blade of the dagger was about sixteen or seventeen centimeters long. As soon as the dagger was inserted upside down, the snake letter of the Holy Mountain Dragon almost licked the mustache's back. He suddenly jumped forward a few steps. The Holy Mountain Dragon was swimming, and the ground
The sharp blade exposed on the top silently cut into the belly of the big snake.
Mustache continued to run, and the Holy Mountain Dragon's body completely passed over the blade, which was equivalent to being disemboweled. A smelly blood dyed the water in the river red, and the messy internal organs followed the Holy Mountain Dragon.
It swam all over the floor. Mustache looked back, and he suddenly discovered that a person rolled out of the dissected abdomen of the Holy Mountain Dragon. This should be the German who was swallowed by the big snake.
The vitality of the Holy Mountain Dragon is beyond imagination. It reminds Xiaowu of the snake he caught with his own hands when he was a child. He pulled out all the skin and internal organs of the snake, and soaked the body in clean water. Until an hour later, the nerves were not completely dead. But
The severe disembowelment injury slowed down the Sacred Mountain Dragon a lot. When Mustache led it to a pile of messy internal organs, they saw that the German who rolled out of the big snake's belly was probably dead, with his body curled up.
, covered with a layer of translucent mucus.
What surprised Mustache was that the German was holding a small backpack strap tightly in his hand. He was attacked by the Holy Mountain Dragon until he was swallowed alive. Faced with this situation, he still clung to it.
I clung to this backpack and refused to let go.
What will be in the backpack?
The movements of the Holy Mountain Dragon became slower and slower. Mustache was afraid that the Germans would come after the dispersed team gathered together. He speeded up again and wanted to use the alloy pipe to pick up the backpack on the ground, but the dead German caught him.
It was so tight that I almost broke a few stiff fingers before I could take the backpack away.
He no longer cared about the Holy Mountain Dragon behind him, and ran back along the original road from the river in one breath. The backpack was very heavy. Mustache opened the backpack without stopping. There were some things in it, all of which were ordinary equipment. Only
A simple stone box makes Mustache feel like he has gained something.
The German who would rather die than let go may be defending this simple and heavy stone box.