Chapter 40 Chapter Thirty-Nine

The fat man looked at me, and I said to the fat man: "I don't know anything, and I don't know why this blood is useful, so follow me now." After speaking, we both rushed into the yard. I lowered my bleeding hand, close to the ground, and walked all the way forward, avoiding all the bugs, not even a single bug on us, and walked smoothly to the gate of the yard. The strange thing is that there is not a single bug outside the yard. The fat man turned around and closed the door and said, "Damn, I have to put a note on the door to tell others that there are evil bugs inside. This bug is really good, and he likes to stay in the yard." .Let's retreat quickly."

"Don't be poor, let's find a place to rest first, otherwise my blood will run out." I said, "Just now, the cut was too deep, and we went down the mountain for such a long distance, if the blood didn't stop, I would definitely die halfway up the mountain superior." Che himself is also a science.The little brother can cut himself so coolly, it is estimated that he has suffered a lot before. The fat man looked at my hand, which was covered with blood, and said, "It's too wasteful. You really don't know how much money is needed. Where are you going now?"

I said: "We have to go to the courtyard with the statue of my brother." "why?" I said, "I don't know. I always feel that a place with my little brother is safer. If he is not there, at least having his statue is better than no statue." The fat man said that you are too fucking superstitious, and started off before I did.A thought suddenly came to me, and I wondered why I wanted to erect a statue for my little brother. Is it because my little brother fought off insect soldiers here? Anyway, in my mind, the place where the little brother's statue is located should be more or less different.

We continued to move forward, and there were no bugs anywhere else in the entire Lama Temple, so we ran all the way to the side of the little brother statue.Because it was dawn, the fat man saw the true face of the statue for the first time, and he wondered after looking at it: "Damn, why does the little brother here look so sad?" I said: "Don't worry about it, look at it first See how I'm hurt." We entered a room which was completely deserted.Without a charcoal stove, we were blue with cold.I checked the fat man and my body as quickly as possible, and found that the bugs did not do much harm to us. Although their heads are pointy, they can penetrate our skin, but they don't seem to want to really drill their heads in. But just want to suck some blood.There were a few bugs on the fat man who had already sucked up blood, and I slapped them off with my hands, making his hands bloody.And all the bugs on me are dead.I didn't have time to clean them one by one, so I had to remove the most annoying ones.I must have a lot more on my back, but there was really nothing I could do, and I thought to myself while dealing with it: "Damn it, that lama is really vicious, let us take off our clothes so that the bugs can suck our blood more easily. "

The fat man treated the wound on my hand, my hand was almost horrible, the plasma stuck to the palm of my hand, and the blood kept flowing out.The fat man tied my wrist tightly with a belt, then opened my wound, and said: "Why don't you just chop off your hand, you can see that it's almost cut to the back of your hand, this needs stitches, fat man, although I do needlework Not bad, but there is no equipment here, so we can only use local methods.” "What do you want to do?" I watched the fat man take out the pistol, opened the magazine, and began to bite my teeth, "Do you want to use fire again?"

"Trust me, it works." The fat man unscrewed the bullet, put the gunpowder inside aside, first wiped off all my blood with his trousers, pressed the wound, and then poured all the gunpowder on it. I still remember that kind of pain. It is definitely not something that can be described by sprinkling salt on the wound. What hurts more than sprinkling salt is removing gunpowder from the wound. After the withdrawal, I almost fainted, and the fat man asked me, "Where is the fire?" I took out the lighter and gave it to him. He put a little in the gunpowder and found that it couldn't light at all.

"Hey, the quality of this gunpowder is not good." I broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, and when I looked into the palm of my hand, the gunpowder was completely soaked in blood, but the blood really stopped flowing, so I thought that’s it, it’s really hard for Fatty to be reliable for a while. At this time, I took a closer look at these bugs and found that they were not fireflies, but a very strange little beetle. The fat man closed all the windows and everything, and then he came to deal with the dead bugs on my back. I looked at my bloodless hands, and just breathed a sigh of relief when I suddenly heard the windows of this house start to vibrate.We looked at the window, and the dense shadows that we saw just now were covered outside the window at some point, but the shape seemed to be different from what we saw just now.

Why did it suddenly appear again?Even if the bugs gather, shouldn't there be a process?Why does this happen every time? This time, we didn't hesitate any longer, the fat man opened the door a crack, and with a buzzing sound, a few bugs got into the crack, and then closed the door immediately.The bugs that squeezed in through the cracks of the door flew straight at us. I suddenly found out that it was another kind of bug that flew in this time. These bugs were a bit like mosquitoes, but they looked even weirder. They had two very large wings. The head is pointed, much bigger than those beetles just now.

The fat man slapped in the air, and directly slapped the bugs to the ground, and the bugs flew up again. He waved his hand down vigorously, and directly held the bugs in his hands.The fat man let out an "ah" and immediately spread his palm, only to find that the beak of the bug had been directly inserted into his palm. "Fuck, don't touch this thing, this thing is more powerful than the one just now!" said the fat man. - I just can't understand it, now it's like a bug party, and it's all weird bugs. We slapped the bugs to the ground and trampled them to death, and I found that the bugs didn't seem to be afraid of my blood.

However, the number of bugs here is less than those just now. We quickly reinforced the windows and used a lot of waste to block the gaps in the windows. It's getting stronger and stronger. Suddenly, I heard someone shouting in the yard. "Help...help..." I was shocked, and the fat man cursed: "Fuck, this bug can talk." I heard that the voice didn't sound like it, and I thought to myself: Maybe the statue of my brother came back to life, the statue is calling for help. Bang... Suddenly the door was knocked open, and a man covered in blood rolled in from the outside, fell to the ground, covered in all kinds of bugs.

"Brother?" I almost cried out, "Is the statue really alive?"