Chapter 115 Chapter 27: The Secret Hidden in the Bullet

It's really blank... I stood like a hero, imagining how to fall after being shot, how to die in style.But I stood motionless for a long time, and I didn't feel any pain in my body. Could it be that I didn't feel anything when I was hit by a gun.Mu Qingxiang fired two more shots, but in the end I was not injured at all, as if the power of the wolves had been transferred to me. After Mu Qingxiang finished shooting, she threw the gun on the ground, which made me nervous. That kind of bullet can't hurt anyone, nor can it kill a wolf.When the wolves heard the gunshot, they took a few steps back, but did not attack immediately.Mu Qingxiang turned her head to glance at the wolves who were standing still, walked back to me, and then kept staring at Uncle Chen.

Uncle An and I watched curiously, not understanding what was going on. Uncle Chen was forced to retreat by Mu Qingxiang, and finally revealed the truth about him hunting and killing wolves for many years.Those bullets can't kill wolves because they are empty bullets, which only make a noise. They can't hurt people at a distance of five meters, and they can't kill wolves more than ten meters away.The use of empty bullets to injure people also depends on the advanced level of the gun. Uncle Chen's great powers are very old, and in fact they can't hurt people within three meters.

We didn't know the secret hidden in the bullets, and all of us misunderstood that the wolves had a great ability to be invulnerable.My Bagua needles work "accidentally" because each needle is made of real materials. No wonder the wolves are afraid of the power of the Bagua needles.But because of this kind of deceitful empty bullet, it almost killed us several times, and drove us to this desperate situation.Thinking of this, I angrily asked Uncle Chen, why did he want to harm people? Could it be that he was in the same group as the poachers.Uncle Chen hurriedly explained: "Of course not. If I wanted to harm you, I would have shot you long ago. Why don't I wait until now to be exposed!"

"There are empty bullets in the gun, how do you open it?" Uncle An was also surprised that an old friend who had been with him for a long time had such a secret. Mu Qingxiang said indifferently: "Didn't you all notice that Chen Yepeng always holds the shotgun, even when he sleeps, he refuses to let go. The reason for doing this is not only because you are afraid that others will take your shotgun by mistake, but also because there is only your gun They are real ammunition. Moreover, when Lu Jianxin stepped on a landmine, the ammunition he took out was not empty, otherwise how could he burn the explosives of the landmine.”

Sure enough, what Mu Qingxiang said was right, and Uncle Chen confessed to it.Uncle Chen walked around in the desert all year round. To protect his life, he had to keep live ammunition in his gun.Every time the wolves attacked, although the shotgun that Uncle Chen was holding fired, he deliberately shot at other places, so he never hurt the wolves.Just now Mu Qingxiang touched a gun, and after feeling the weight, she felt confident.I can also feel the weight of the gun, which is related to the practice of grasping tea all the year round.Grabbing tea is the same as grasping medicine. Grabbing for a long time will give you a sense of weight, and even strong people can detect subtle changes.

"Then how do you know, no one has discovered it for so many years." Uncle Chen asked incredulously. Mu Qingxiang explained very plainly that at that time in the ancient temple, she stopped talking halfway because she discovered Uncle Chen's secret.At that time, I asked Mu Qingxiang why she found the ancient temple was too clean when she entered, and then said "and" to stop. In fact, the following sentence is "And there is a wolf smell in the ancient temple." This sentence seems ordinary, but Mu Qingxiang immediately remembered that the wolf fur worn by Uncle Chen did not smell of wolf at all.Mu Qingxiang's nose is sharper than a dog's, I don't doubt it, but at the beginning no one doubted that the wolf fur worn by Uncle Chen was actually a man-made thing.Contacting the fake wolf skins, and Uncle Chen pretending to kill the wolves several times but returning in vain, Mu Qingxiang felt that Uncle Chen might not want to hurt the wolves.

"I didn't expect the wolf fur on my body to betray me." Uncle Chen laughed at himself, "It's ironic that I wanted to fool others with this." "Chen Yepeng, what is in your head? Do you know that this will kill us? I still trust you so much!" Uncle An was furious, "You usually kill wolves, but you can't kill even one. Bullshit. Every time someone wants to go into the desert, I keep recommending you to them, what have you done to you." "What did I do? What did you do again? You can't stand the fact that the exploration team doesn't take you seriously, bragging about how great you are every day, a living map in the desert, shit!" Uncle Chen became furious.

"Okay, stop arguing, now we have to figure out how to escape!" I was worried that Uncle Chen would get angry and shoot Uncle An in the head a few times, so I extinguished them. Uncle Chen felt humiliated, and said that it was the fault of the locals.Since the Mongols worship wolves so much, why do they hunt them and not stop the poachers.Uncle Chen has an inexplicable admiration for wolves. He does not kill wolves every time he hunts, but only kills other animals.For this reason, Uncle Chen tried to persuade the local people not to have trouble with the wolves, but the local people believed that the wolves would harm the animals they raised, so of course they refused to send the animals to the wolves.You say it, I say it, just because of the matter of hunting wolves, Uncle Chen quarreled with others, and was so angry that he fired at the other party, although he missed the other party.

Every time he went into the desert, although Uncle Chen pretended to kill the wolves, he actually used bullets to drive the wolves away, lest the wolves become the fur that others wore.Over time, Uncle Chen has become a wolf-slaying hero, but he is actually a wolf protector.This is also a helpless move. After all, the people around him are clamoring to kill wolves, so it is much easier to take the task on yourself and do tricks.Because of this, there are so many wolves in the desert, which is simply beyond our imagination. "Damn, you want to kill us just because of your own thoughts?" Uncle An was still puzzled, "Go now and tell the wolves clearly that you belong to them, please let us out of the city."

"You..." Uncle Chen was speechless with anger. "Forget it, stop arguing. Now that you have figured it out, Uncle Chen, tell us frankly how many rounds of live ammunition are left, and can we kill them?" I asked patiently. "It's not enough. I've fired a lot of shots. I should still be able to shoot 30 times." Uncle Chen wondered. Uncle An sat on the ground angrily, unable to think of words to swear, I looked down at my little cousin, she had closed her eyes.I hastily measured her breath, but luckily I was still alive. All I can do now is to reduce the number of casualties.I stood up anxiously, but saw a red fat worm drilled out of the sand, the same as I saw before, but very big.Uncle An was sitting next to the bug, and I was amazed.There are so many insects in the desert, and their vitality is really strong.

Uncle An also found the red worm. He was as curious as I was, so he turned around and knelt on the ground trying to find out what that worm was.At this critical juncture, the images of the four dead bodies kneeling to death in the big house and the mummified foreigner with blurred eyes in the stone tower are all intertwined.My heart was beating wildly, so that was the cause of those deaths! But I was still a step too late. When Uncle An was kneeling to observe the red worm, a jet of black mucus spewed out from one end of the worm, and it hit Uncle An's eyes.Before I finished shouting, Uncle An only twitched slightly for a second or two, and his kneeling position was fixed.It turned out that those people discovered the red worm by accident, and then wanted to kneel down to observe this creature that can live in the desert, and died of poisoning without warning. Uncle An is definitely hopeless, he will end up the same as the others, the venom is too strong, he will die immediately after being sprayed, and he won't even give you a chance to rescue him.In a panic, I trampled the fat red worm to death, but it was thicker than an intestine, and when I stepped on it, it splashed black liquid, and my pants were dirty.I feared that the poison might work through my skin, so I washed at once in the gushing spring.As soon as I washed my trousers, the spring gurgled, the water sucked back, and it was fucking dry again. "Could the spring be an intermittent fountain? Is there such a thing in the world?" I retracted my feet suspiciously. (Is there any water in a moment?... I don't just want to turn off the water pipe... 1, 3, 5 stop water, 2, 4, 6 intermittent water supply! Let your local ghosts be willing to make noise~~~~~ So 9 springs come out from time to time) Uncle Chen couldn't accept Uncle An's sudden death, but there were more and more red worms on the ground. They kept burrowing out of the sand and climbing onto Uncle An's body.I hurriedly carried my little cousin on my back, trying to escape to the stone pagoda or the ancient temple, where the floors are all stone bricks, and the red worms would not get out of the sand.However, the number of red worms is countless, and we have no way to go back.The wolves were also frightened, they kept retreating, and finally they could only temporarily escape from the ancient city to avoid the attack of the weird red worms. "Isn't it useless to have bullets now?" I sighed. Uncle Chen was not angry, but instead said: "Ju An just left like this, I really can't believe it, it's so sudden." "Insects are coming out of the sand in the streets now, so we can only go to the plane to avoid them. Wolves thrive in the ancient city, and they must have chosen the ancient temple and the wreckage of the plane as their nests. There should be no insects there. "Mu Qingxiang said calmly. With my little cousin on my back, I ran towards the wreckage with Uncle Chen and Mu Qingxiang, and red worms kept crawling out along the way.I used to read "Mongolian Annals", which mentioned a kind of death worm, which has the same shape as the red worm, and can spew a large amount of venom, and it is very poisonous.Although this kind of death worm is a legendary thing, many modern desert explorers claim to have encountered the death worm, but unfortunately they have not been able to photograph it. I thought to myself, this should be the worm of death. The destruction of the ancient city of Yuequan may be caused by the worm of death.In ancient times, the Guishuang Empire was trapped here, and the White Huns couldn't kill them, and couldn't pass through the Foehn, so they probably threw the worms of death into the hinterland of the desert.This kind of strange insect has a strong reproductive ability in the desert and requires very little water. Explorers will run away when they see it. The wreckage of the plane is all metal, no matter how powerful the death bug is, there is no way to penetrate it. Just as the wolves have run out, let us occupy the nest.When I was about to run to the wreckage of the plane, I heard the sound of gurgling again. I turned my head and saw that the sixth dry spring was now spouting clear water.These eight springs are likely to be gushing in turn now, and the climate is dry in the evening. After a short gushing, the remaining water stains will be evaporated in an instant, and we will think that it is a dry spring when we pass by. As soon as we all climbed onto the wreckage, I was gasping for breath, and the feeling of being chased was horrific.Seeing the red worms inundated the ancient city, I felt horrified. There was such a ghost under the thick yellow sand.We all looked at the red worms, no one said anything, and waited blankly for the plague to pass. I recalled the records in the Gold Piece Sutra that the third Tea King Sutra was in a spring in the ancient city. Unfortunately, we only found eight springs, and the ninth spring has never been found.I rested my chin in thought, but the wreckage of the plane made a sound like someone farting.I was stunned for a moment, my eyes lit up, and I stood up happily from the wreckage of the plane-the ninth spring was pressed down!