Chapter 38 Chapter 38: Swamp Demon Realm (Part 2)

I woke up immediately, sat up suddenly, and hit my head on a person's chest. With a bang, Ah Ning on the side almost fell into the tree by me. The conditioned reflex pulled her back, and I woke up suddenly, and found myself leaning on the tree, pulling the belt with my hands, and it was already half pulled, and there was a snake bone digging site next to it, the rain was still falling, and the surrounding miner's lamps I couldn't keep my eyes open. Everyone looked at me inexplicably, a waterproof cloth had been put up on the snake's bone, the miner's lamp was placed on the surrounding branches, Poker Bottle and Pan Zi were sitting there, and the fat man was sleeping next to me, snoring loudly .Aning clutched her chest, obviously hurt by the bump.

Only then did I realize that I was dreaming just now, and I breathed a sigh of relief. When I touched my forehead, it was still wet. I didn't know if it was cold sweat or yesterday's rain. When did I fall asleep? I remembered it when I thought about it. I called them down to dig the snake bones before, but the snake bones had been entangled in the vines for at least ten years. Whatever came, I took turns to rest, but I didn't expect to be too tired all the way, so I fell asleep when I lay down.The face is still covered with rainwater, just now Aning's saliva is these things.

I smiled awkwardly, stood up, wiped my face and continued to help.Pan Zi asked me maliciously over there: "Little Third Master, what was your dream just now? You still want to take off your pants?" I patted him, and thought that it was reasonable this time, but I couldn’t explain it clearly. I couldn’t help but think of the story between the architect and the train, and said that such things are not just in jokes. I looked at my watch, I didn't have much time to fall asleep, my whole body was wet, that is, I squinted lightly for a while, light sleep is easy to have nightmares, but I finally fell asleep, and my spirit was much better.By the way, this dream is also a bit strange, it is terribly real, and it is said that dreams are the subconscious reaction of people. I remembered some psychological things that Lao Qi had told me before, and I wondered whether in my subconscious mind, I had feelings for this woman, Aning. Incomparable fear?It turned out to be such a plot in the dream.

Looking back at Aning, she had already leaned against the tree trunk and continued to rest in my place. She closed her eyes and closed her eyes to rest her mind. She looked a little haggard. Feminine, the distorted face of Aning in the dream overlapped with the current scene, and I felt a little scared all of a sudden. Looking back at their progress, they found that there didn't seem to be much progress. The vines entangled in the bones, and after a lot of tossing, they all shattered. It looks like paper money from ancient times. I laughed at myself, let out a sigh of relief, and asked Pan Zi what they found?Why not dig it up.

Pan Zi picked up the miner's lamp on one side and shone into the bones, saying that he couldn't get the corpse out. First, the bones were almost rotten, and they would break when touched, and they would disappear if they dug again; second, they found this thing. I looked down by the light of the miner's lamp, and saw deep in the snake's bone, where the vines were tangled, there was a bundle of things similar to chicken legs, but it was black, and there was a layer of rust on it. Going down to look carefully, I found that it turned out to be three old-fashioned hand grenades tied together.Has rusted into a whole.

Around the projectile body, there is a blackened armed belt. It is obvious that these three things are inserted in the armed bag and carried on the corpse. I couldn't help but gasped when I saw it, and I didn't dare to use any force when I walked around all at once, so I stepped back cautiously.Pan Zi said to me: "The fat man discovered this first. If it wasn't for the fat man's poisonous eyes, we might all be blown up by now." I was surprised: "Who is this corpse? Why did it carry such a thing?" Even if Wen Jin and his team had to carry equipment, they should also carry explosives instead of grenades.This kind of old-fashioned grenade with a wooden handle is completely a weapon for actual combat. It is aimed at killing people, and it is basically useless for engineering blasting.

"Do you still remember that the old woman Ding Zhuoma told us that in 1993, after a group of reactionary armed forces engaged in nationalist separatism fled into Qaidam, the militiamen chased them deep into the Gobi. The team disappeared?" Pan Zi asked me, "I think this corpse belongs to one of those people at that time, maybe it was a female bandit, maybe it was a family member, they disappeared at that time, I think it's because they strayed into this area by mistake. It's a swamp. It's been more than ten years, and this group of people hasn't appeared again, so they should all have died here."