Huang Xiaocheng didn't bite him again, but the amount of poison injected into the three poisonous wounds on his body was enough to kill him. Viper venom is a blood-circulating poison, and being bitten is the most painful. In less than ten minutes, the poison has disappeared.
The blood flowed out thoroughly. At that time, Yang Xuehai no longer had the strength to fight with him.
He kept rolling on the ground, crying and wailing; he was bleeding from all his orifices, and the bleeding wouldn't stop.
Huang Xiaocheng didn't want to think about the specifics. At that time, he crawled back to his bedroom and curled up into the quilt to avoid hearing Yang Xuehai's dying voice.
In this battle between humans and snakes, Huang Xiaocheng only received two hooks, a few scales were knocked crooked, and he felt a little pain.
After the living room became quiet for a long time, Huang Xiaocheng slowly crawled out. At that time, Yang Xuehai had become a black corpse, and his legs were especially swollen like an elephant.
Because he was lying on the ground, even though Yang Xuehai's body was lying down, in his eyes, it was as high as a hill.
Huang Xiaocheng remembered the critical period he had spent in the Jicheng Branch of the Chinese Association, and the day when the bed was moved from the isolation care unit to the general ward. Patients in the general ward had already been determined to have no possibility of infection, so relatives and friends were allowed to visit.
But he no longer had any relatives or friends, and they were all unfortunately killed in the catastrophe in late April.
Huang Xiaocheng was sitting in the ward in a daze. When a beautiful little nurse came over and told him that someone was coming to visit, his first reaction was that the nurse had found the wrong person.
Until Yang Xuehai walked in with a smile carrying a fruit basket. At that moment, Huang Xiaocheng's feeling was so unreal. Yang Xuehai was an old classmate in middle school. The relationship between the two was indeed good at the time, but after graduation, they went their separate ways and gradually fell out of love.
After many years of separation, Yang Xuehai grew taller and was half a head taller than Huang Xiaocheng. Sitting in front of his hospital bed, he looked like a hill.
"Let's develop in Jicheng, Xiaocheng." Yang Xuehai said, "Brother is doing well here, you can stay at my house first."
Huang Xiaocheng coiled his body into a ball. He wanted to cry, but could not shed tears. At this time, he got a knowledge that animals like snakes do not shed tears. He gently poked them with his tail scales.
My eyes feel hard to the touch and are covered with a layer of cornea.
Huang Xiaocheng tried to divert his sadness. So he thought of revenge. To avenge Yang Xuehai and to avenge himself, the Elga viper was the culprit.
However, it's missing.
Huang Xiaocheng walked around the house over and over again. At first, he was most accustomed to using his eyes. Soon, he learned to use all the senses in his new body to try to hunt it - but he found nothing.
After discovering that the kitchen window was not closed, Huang Xiaocheng confirmed that the Elga Viper had left the house. Considering the Elga Viper's gorgeous appearance, I am afraid that this should be a way to suspend the death penalty for it.
Huang Xiaocheng jumped up and pushed up the kitchen window with his body.
Having lost his goal of revenge, Huang Xiaocheng's snake life fell into confusion. He didn't know what to do next - he still retained consciousness. Whether consciousness remains or not is the only way to distinguish semi-aliens from mutants.
For the first time, Huang Xiaocheng sensed that this method of distinction was not rigorous. The half-alien was at least partially human, and in appearance, he was already a complete snake.
Wrapped in this giant snake body, I am afraid that he has already eaten a bunch of bullets before he can prove that he has consciousness.
He must think about his next way of survival.
Everything has changed drastically, but one idea has always been the theme around which all his actions revolve.
"Stay alive."
Several brushes with death made him realize the preciousness of life. Bu Ran had the habit of running at night.
Going out from the west gate of Hebei and passing through a quiet road, you will find Longhu Park. Named after the lake, Longhu Park has a large artificial water area and lush tree-lined avenues by the lake. It has always been a good place for surrounding residents to take a walk and relax.
It is not easy to stick to an exercise habit, and it is prudent for a person who hates exercise. Therefore, we must find ways to reduce the pain of exercise. A tree-lined avenue with twists and turns, and small landscapes from time to time, is better than an unchanging ring path.
The running track was naturally much more interesting, so he forced himself to jog around the lake every night.
This time, when he was nearly halfway through the distance, he suddenly stopped.
His eyes glanced at a large bush of purple flowers growing diagonally forward.
A premonition of danger.
very dangerous.
Bu Ran slowly stepped back and stood about thirty meters away, staring at the flowers.
There seemed to be something hidden in the flowers. It was very quiet and there was no movement, so he couldn't see it.
Although he didn't know what it was specifically, the feeling it gave him was definitely not a good one.
When he was not sure whether there was anything, Bu Ran always defaulted to yes. So his hand couldn't help but reach towards his waist. There was a small-caliber pistol in the portable sports bag.
If I fired a shot into that patch of flowers...
Without knowing its specific location, it would definitely miss. If the gunfire angers it, it may immediately act aggressively.
So he gave up the idea. Turning around and evacuating was a wise choice, but what gave him a headache was the small children whizzing around on skateboards from time to time.
Bu Ran looked at his communication terminal and hesitated for a while.
Maybe we should call someone from the special operations team to come over and deal with it. But firstly, there may be nothing there, and secondly, even if there is something, it is very likely that the thing will change its position while waiting for the teammates to arrive. If he reports it
It exists, so it is naturally the responsibility to track its location. Otherwise, if the special operations team arrives, it will be a wasted trip.
However, tracking the location of that thing may very well put him in danger. For the convenience of running, the caliber of the pistol he carried was too small, and he could not be sure whether its lethality was sufficient, or whether he had just received a gun permit.
Can your marksmanship kill you with one shot?
After struggling for a while, he took out a thick-line highlighter from his portable emergency bag, leaned over and first drew a large danger warning sign, and then dragged out a long warning line to cut off the road.
Pedestrians walking past him naturally turned their heads and stared at him.
Someone asked: "What are you doing?"
Bu Ran said: "There is something hidden in that Zike flower bush, which may bring danger."
The man said "Oh" in response to understanding, and hurriedly turned around to avoid the patch of purple flowers. This was a more ideal reaction, but more importantly, he gave him a look that showed concern for the mentally retarded, and then walked straight over.
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Bu Ran didn't call him. In his opinion, being able to take a walk by the lake first proves that you are not blind, so if you still just keep walking forward with such a big warning sign on the ground, then most of them are self-inflicted and suicidal. Of course, you should stop such people.