Chapter 41 Chapter 40 Misunderstanding

After a closer look, I found that it was not the little brother at all, but the lama who just killed us. I can't describe the lama's appearance in words.He was densely covered with bugs.I have never seen any of these bugs, except for beetles and mosquito-like bugs, there are several kinds of bugs, colorful, and his whole body seems to be full of bugs. The fat man and I went up, because we had no clothes, so we took the bamboo plaques and baskets in the room and patted the bugs off the Lama.After the filming, I found that the man had been bitten beyond recognition, his body was bulging, and it seemed that bugs had penetrated into the skin, bulging bumps like broad beans, and the man was still twitching non-stop.

The fat man and I dragged the Lama back, and the fat man rushed forward, trying to close the doors and windows again, but found it was too late.The lama hit it so hard that the door frame almost fell apart, and the door couldn't be closed at all. Mosquito-like flying insects swarmed into the room outside, I dragged the lama to a corner, the fat man patted it with a bamboo basket, and said: "Sincerely, it seems that we two must die here, this is not a fucking lama temple , This is a fucking wormhole. Before I die, the most valuable thing in my life is to know a friend like you."

I just wanted him not to give up, when suddenly I saw the lama pull me, pointing to a corner of the room, motioning me to look over there. Following the direction of the lama's finger, I saw a lot of bamboo baskets and wooden boxes in a corner of the room. Those wooden boxes were all locked by very old iron locks, but the baskets were very light.I went up to check the gaps in the basket, it wasn't particularly dense, but it was more than enough to block those big bugs.It's just that these baskets seem to be a little bit reluctant to hold the fat man, but right now we can't think so much.

I yelled at the fat man, and the fat man turned his head to see me pointing at the basket and understood, but he shook his head. I was furious, and thought you were being hypocritical, and cursed: "If you want to survive, go hide in these baskets." The fat man said, "Are you planning to chop me up and put it in?" I said, "Don't underestimate the size of this basket. Many people have the illusion that something is too big to hold them. But people are very flexible, as long as you shrink it properly." The fat man cursed, "Hey, this basket is not enough for the fat man to use as a condom for me!"

I couldn't argue with him, and while slapping the bugs, I pulled him straight to the edge of the basket, forcing him to stick his feet in.The fat man had no choice but to squat down halfway, and suddenly his face showed joy, and he said, "Ah, it seems that we can really get in." "Your dick is not as big as you think." I said, "But this way you can only enter one lower body. I can only use two baskets to hold you up." Then I picked up another basket and put it on the fat man's head Press down firmly to form a meat ball.Then immediately went to find other baskets.

There are a lot of baskets here, I picked two good ones, put the lama in it, and then I was myself, because I was much thinner than the fat man, so I went in very easily. I shrunk inside the basket to block the attack of the insects, but many insects on my body had already bitten into my skin, biting me non-stop. I carefully pulled out the bugs one by one with my hands, and through the gap, I saw that the bamboo basket on the fat man's side was shaking constantly, and I knew he was doing the same thing. Soon, I could no longer see the outside situation through the cracks in the frame. Countless bugs were crawling on the top of the basket, densely packed, and I could hear the sound of their thorny and hairy feet rubbing against the bamboo strips on the top of the basket. Crackling crackling, very frightening.

The fat man said: "It's not too late, it's safe for now, let's see if we can get out." I said to the fat man: "The threshold here is very high. All temples in Tibet have high thresholds. We will definitely not be able to get out like this. How about we remove the bottom of the basket and go out. We try to let the bottom of the basket follow us, In this way, even if the worms come in from the bottom of the basket, we can trample them to death quickly." We tried to tear off the bottom of the whole bamboo basket, but no one, the bamboo basket is very strong, and in such a cold place, we have no shirts on, and we are all frozen.Unable to use all his strength, he finally had to dig out little by little, finally digging out two holes in the bottom of the bamboo basket through which his feet could stick out.

There was no time to repair the broken bamboo spikes at the hole, so we stretched out our feet and moved forward little by little.This method is feasible, but the spikes at the hole kept scratching my ankles, and I was quickly scarred. If so, I can't care so much.We moved forward little by little, and we didn't know if the fat man had followed. I didn't ask the fat man how it was until I moved to the door.I heard the voice of the fat man, and found that the fat man was already outside the door. Fatty's behavior must be much more reckless than mine, but he has rough skin and thick flesh, and he is not afraid of insect bites.I jumped hard, jumped over the threshold, and came to the yard.The fat man asked me, "Should we just leave that lama alone?" I said, "Let's save our lives first, we don't have time to take care of him now."

The two of them moved little by little in the yard, and finally moved to the gate of the yard and into the corridor, but all the bugs followed us, showing no intention of leaving.The fat man said: "It seems that it is not so easy to get rid of them. It is impossible for us to move down the mountain little by little like this:" I said to the fat man: "In this situation, nothing is impossible. Even if we go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire, we have to proceed like this." Fatty didn't do anything, he could only move forward while cursing. Afterwards, it was very boring. I didn't know how long I walked, stopped, rested, and walked like this. I only felt weak knees, back pain, and muscle strain.Relying on a little memory and a little feature that we occasionally saw through the gap, we have been moving towards the gate of the temple until dusk when we jumped out of the temple gate.

There was still a long mountain road to go down below, and I was exhausted at this time, and the bamboo basket couldn't keep me warm, and all the skin on my body was blue from the cold.In addition, this way of moving forward is quite exhausting. We have not eaten water or rice for a whole day. I know that if this continues, we will freeze to death and starve to death even if we are not bitten to death by insects. Walking all the way to the edge of the stairs, I wondered if I could roll all the way down. I don’t know if I can survive if I roll down. After all, the only protection we can use is bamboo baskets.If we roll down, as long as we protect our bodies well, even if we are bruised, it is better than freezing to death from exhaustion.

At this time, I found that the insects began to leave my bamboo basket one by one. Soon, there were only a handful of insects on the bamboo basket, and the insects behind did not keep up. I looked at the fat man through the gap, and it was indeed so, so I quickly picked the bamboo basket on my head.There was not a single bug left on Fatty's bamboo basket, and all the bugs flew towards the temple and rushed into the temple gate. It seemed that their range of activities was within the temple gate, and they would never set foot outside the temple gate. I went over to tear off the bamboo basket on the fat man's head, and found that the fat man had been delirious from the cold. I patted his face and pulled him out of the bamboo basket.The fat man asked in a daze, "Hey, have we already gone to heaven?" I said: "Maybe our body temperature is too low, they can no longer feel our temperature." The fat man trembled and said, "Not only them, but even the fat man, I can't feel it." We shrank, gritted our teeth, rubbed our bodies non-stop, and walked down the mountain slowly against the cold wind that was close to zero.The experience of the past few years has fully tempered my physical fitness and will, otherwise I will definitely not be able to complete this road. When we finally came down the mountain and came to the bar, our skin was almost frostbitten, but I was still very clear-headed, even I was very surprised.After I entered the house, I didn't dare to rush directly to the warmest place in the house. I was afraid that a sudden change in temperature would cause my blood vessels to burst. We have been standing in the porch, waiting for the skin on our bodies to start to feel the tingling sensation before we dared to go in.Straight to the edge of the fireplace, the warm blowing against our faces did not make us groggy like before, but made all the muscles in my body tremble and twitch, and the skin began to burn and ache. At this time, I rejoiced in my heart, fortunately, it didn't snow when we went down the mountain. The waiter on the side was dumbfounded when he saw us like this.I sat down with the fat man, before we could speak, the fat man fainted directly on my cushion, and almost knocked over the heater when he fell down, and I was helping him for a moment, his eyes went dark, and then nothing happened understood.