Chapter 391 The sound of distress in the wooden box
I hesitated whether to climb up and save him. After all, this is the breeding room of the evil witch cult. The man must have been captured and used as a victim of the voodoo seedbed. I just don’t know what kind of voodoo is contained in the wooden box.
thing, maybe I will be instantly killed as soon as I open the lid.
Now at this critical juncture, is it really necessary to cause trouble? There was a war between heaven and man in my heart, and finally I felt compassion. The man's pleading voice kept echoing in my ears, which was really unsettling.
The fat man also heard the cry for help. After some discussion, we decided that if it was easy to do, we would rather not save him.
So I signaled the fat man to keep an eye on my movements and be ready for support at any time, and then climbed up through the gap in the wooden box below.
The strange smell became stronger when I got closer to the wooden box. It couldn't be said to be a stink, but more like dust, dirt and secretions mixed together, or the smell of some special hormone drugs.
, although it is not pungent to the nose, it does give off a dull feeling after being smelled for a long time, which is really unpleasant.
I boldly tried to open the lid of the wooden box, but found that it seemed to be firmly nailed shut. There were several gaps on the lid that seemed to be ventilation holes, and there were some oil stains on it, which may have been used for feeding.
Function.
"I'm already next to you, but I can't open the lid. Do you know how to open it?"
"Save me...I want to get out...save me!"
However, the other person seemed to not understand what was being said and kept repeating the same words without answering my questions at all.
But he didn't seem to turn a deaf ear to me. He obviously knew that I was approaching, so he struggled more and more, and even started to hit the wooden boards around him hard, making a clanking sound.
It was as if he was calling me for help louder and telling me that he was inside.
I had no choice but to say forcefully to the edge of the box: "Calm down! Tell me what is in the wooden box and how to open it, and I will come to rescue you right away!"
"Help me! Help me! Help me!..."
The other party also yelled in response to me, but his words did not reveal any useful information, as if he would only say this sentence in his life.
Could it be that his brain was bitten by a bug and was damaged, so he lost most of his thinking and language abilities and could only say this sentence?
This conjecture makes some sense, but I always feel that it is not that simple, especially since the other party's speech is very clear. It doesn't look like a brain injury at all. It is even so clear that it seems a little bit different from a human voice if you listen carefully.
The fat man was a little impatient waiting below, so he shouted to me: "You can just use the real fire charm to burn the lid. Anyway, the pure moral fire can be sent and received at will. When the lid is almost burned, you can just put out the fire."
That is, it won’t hurt the people inside.”
After thinking about it, I still felt that this was a bit too reckless, so I asked him to throw the peach wood sword up.
"The peach wood sword can't split such a hard thing, it's unnecessary." The fat man muttered and threw the peach wood sword to me from below.
Of course, I knew that the sharpness of the wooden sword was limited, so I took out a Gengjin Taibai Talisman, attached it to the peach wood sword, and chanted the incantation. Suddenly, a golden-white halo appeared around the blade. It was not sharp at all.
The mahogany sword used for victory, with the blessing of Taoism, has now become a sharp blade that can cut through iron as well as mud.
Then I took a few more talismans and stuck them on the lid of the wooden box, just in case. Then I inserted the mahogany sword that turned into a fine steel blade into the connection between the wooden box and the lid. It felt as smooth and smooth as inserting tofu.
, then he used his wrist forcefully and slashed with a knife, and half of the lid flew off immediately.
"Are you okay? You can come out now..." Before he finished speaking, a winding and huge shadow suddenly flew out from the wooden box, with a strange and nauseating breath, like a sharp arrow leaving the string,
It was poking straight at me.
I was startled. Before I could dodge, I felt as if my whole body was tightly bound by iron ropes, especially the neck. My breathing and consciousness were gradually fading away.
"Run quickly, it's a snake!" When my vision went dark, I heard the fat man yelling anxiously below.
Yes, it was indeed the touch of a snake, slippery and greasy, with the coldness unique to cold-blooded animals. The layers of raised scales stuck to my limbs and rubbed my skin, as if thinking about where to start.
As if swallowing.
Although I couldn't raise my head, I could feel the sticky and smelly saliva dripping from the top of my head, and then slipped from my eyebrows to my cheeks. The snake made a tut-tut sound from its mouth, as if it was very useful, and
It seems reluctant to bite the prey, and must play with it and lick it before devouring it.
I remember hearing about the blind bear in the old forests of the deep mountains of Northeast China. After catching a living person, he would not bite him off and eat him immediately. Instead, he felt that the hairless monkey in front of him became more beautiful and cuter the more he looked at him.
, I liked it so much that I suppressed my appetite and was reluctant to swallow it immediately.
Therefore, when he is really hungry and must devour people whole, he will only stick out his barbed tongue and lick people's bodies and faces to satisfy his hunger.
But human skin is so tender that it can't withstand his tongue like the barbs of a lathe. Basically, half of the face is gone with one lick. Some people who narrowly escaped from fighting with the blind bear had their faces disfigured, and even their faces were damaged.
Eyes were licked off.
The hairs all over my body stood up, and I felt like I was being targeted by a blind bear. A sense of fear emerged spontaneously from the blood instinct itself. It was probably passed down through genes from ancient times, when my ancestors were still cavemen.
The deep fear, the extreme panic of being a prey, being bitten and torn apart by wild beasts.
The fat man seemed to have thrown a few real fire talismans from below, and they were easily swept away by the flexible and thick snake tail. Not a single spark was left behind. It seemed that it itself had an evil aura, purifying the moral purity that would not be easily extinguished.
The fire was immediately suppressed and put out.
But because I was also here, the fat man did not dare to use the spell that was too powerful. He could only stare at me from below. Suddenly, I saw an extremely shocked and terrifying emotion in his eyes.
Out of curiosity, I heard a hoarse, familiar voice.
"Help me...save me...hehe...save me."
My thoughts suddenly sobered up and I forced myself to calm down from the overwhelming fear. Wasn't this the cry for help I heard from the wooden box before?
The only difference is that now it has a clear sense of satisfaction and excitement, without the dull despair and powerlessness before. It is as joyful as if the goal has been achieved.