Chapter 33 Chapter 33: The Secret Under the Moss (Part 2)

I was curious when I saw it, and asked Ah Ning, "What is he doing down there?" "I don't know." Aning looked at the miner's lamp below with a complicated expression, "I went down without saying a word, and he didn't answer me if I asked him. I just don't understand your friend." I sighed, since the conversation in Devil City, Poker-Face has spoken less, even recently his face has become frozen, no expression has appeared, and I don't know what is going on in this person's mind Thinking about something, maybe he is really like Dingzhu Dolma said: in his own world, he has always been alone, so he doesn't need to reveal anything at all.

Looking at the light below, it should be on a tree branch, dangling in the wind, I was a little worried whether he would fall, and then I thought that this kid is a professionally missing person, would he take this opportunity to Slipped away by himself again? Ah Ning and the others are inexperienced, it's really a bit mysterious... I looked at the flickering lights below, but I couldn't tell if he was there or not. Thinking of this, I felt uneasy, so I turned on the miner's lamp and told Ah Ning that I would go down and have a look.Then, under the heavy rain, I carefully descended section by section with the tree trunk in my arms.

Climbing to the edge of the miner's lamp below, I looked around and felt a chill in my heart. Really no one! Under the cover of the plant we hid from the rain just now, it was empty, and there was no shadow of the oil bottle! "Damn it!" I cursed inwardly, "Did he really run away!" I was so angry all of a sudden.Why is this person like this, compared to the fat man doing bad things and saying hello to you, this person treats us as if we don't exist at all, it's too much. Burning with anger, I was about to call Fatty and the others to come down to discuss countermeasures, when suddenly the whole branch moved, and the Poker Bottle poked out from the dark place covered by the plant, which shocked me.I looked up, and it turned out that he was standing on the top of the cover, looking at something.

After a false alarm, I couldn't help but let out a long breath. When he saw that I was also coming down, he was slightly taken aback, and beckoned me to go up. I climbed up and saw that the surface of the plant cover covered with green moss was tangled with branches, parasitic vines, and ferns. He had already cut it with a knife, and the moss was scraped away. Cut off, revealing what was wrapped inside.A large number of tiny grass ticks can be seen washing down these vines in the rain. I don't know what Poker-Face was looking for in this pile of things, but I just smelled an unpleasant smell. I was about to take a closer look, but Poker-Face tore away a large piece of dead vines. I felt my eyes burn, and a large group of worms gushed out from the opening.

I was so scared that I quickly backed away and almost fell from the tree. Fortunately, it was raining heavily, and the grass ticks were washed away by the majestic rain.I held onto a branch on one side, covered my nose and leaned over again, and saw the thing entangled inside the cover. It was the remains of an animal wrapped in rotting fur. The skin had rotted black. It was unknown what animal it was.Poker Bottle inserted a dagger into the fur, stirred it, and found that the wreckage had rotted away, and the bones were inside the skin. Those vines grew into its body, tangled in its bones, and tightly entangled the wreckage and the tree. Together.The top is covered with moss, so we think it is a mixture of plants entwined on ordinary trees, and go below to shelter from the rain.

"I don't know what kind of animal it is. It's very big. It may have died of illness after sucking blood from these insects. Before dying, it lay on a tree, and as a result attracted all the insects around it, sucked it up alive, and then the insects rested. On the corpse, wait for the next victim." Poker Face frowned and said to me. When I heard the memory of us sheltering from the rain just now, I felt a nausea. I said to Poker Bottle, "The grass ticks here are so powerful? The corpses are all rotten, are they still alive?" Poker-Face shook his head, probably indicating that he didn't know, then looked down at the pile of bones, and thought of something, suddenly pulled out his ancient black gold knife, drew a line on his palm, and squeezed hard The wound, blood flowed from his palm, and then he grabbed my sleeve and stained it with blood.

I froze for a moment, but before I realized what he meant, he suddenly leaned over, stretched out his strangely long fingers, and inserted his bloody hand into the bones under the vine. Immediately, countless grass ticks swarmed out of it like a tide, and I screamed in fright, like lightning, and at the same time his hand pulled something out of the bones.