Chapter 40 Misunderstanding

Taking 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 this lama in words at all. He was densely covered with insects. I had never seen these insects before. In addition to armor and mosquito-like insects, there were several kinds of insects. They were colorful. His whole body seemed to be full of insects. Same.

Fatty and I went up. Because we had no clothes, we took the bamboo plaques and baskets in the room and took pictures of the bugs from the lama. After the filming, I found that this person had been bitten beyond recognition, and there were bulges all over his body, and it seemed that some bugs had burrowed into the skin, bulging out a bag like a broad bean, and the person was still twitching.

Fatty and I dragged the Lama back, and Fatty rushed forward, trying to close the door and window again, but found that it was too late. The lama hit so hard that the door frame was about to fall apart, and the door could not be closed at all.

Mosquito-like flying insects swarmed into the room outside, I dragged the lama to the corner, and the fat man beat him with a bamboo basket and said, "Naive, it seems that we both have to die here, this is not a fucking lama temple. , this is a fucking wormhole. Before dying, say something, the most worthwhile thing in my life is to know a friend like you."

I was just trying to tell him not to give up, when I suddenly saw the lama pull me and point to the room in a corner, motioning me to look over there.

Following the direction of the Lama's finger, I saw that in one corner of the room there were many bamboo baskets and wooden boxes, all of which were locked by very old iron locks, but the baskets were very light. I went up and looked at 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 bit reluctant to hold fat people, but I can't think about it that much right now.

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. I cursed: "If you want to survive, go to these baskets and hide." Thefat man said, "Are you going to chop me up and put it in?"

I said, "You don't want to . If you underestimate the size of this basket, many people will have the illusion that something is too big to hold them, but human flexibility is very strong, as long as you shrink it properly."

Fatty cursed, "Bah, I don't even have enough condoms for this basket for Father Fatty!"

I couldn't argue with him, and while slapping the bugs, I pulled him straight to the edge of the basket and forced him to put his foot in it. There was nothing the fat man could do. He squatted down half-push and half-slid. He suddenly smiled and said: "Ah, it seems that you can really enter."

"Your dick is not as big as you think." I said, "But this is only If you can get into a lower body, I can only use two baskets to hold you up." Then he picked up another basket, put it on the fat man's head and pressed it down hard, pressing it into the shape of a meat ball. Then immediately went to find other baskets.

There are a lot of baskets here. I picked two good ones, and put the lama in it, and then it was me, because I was much thinner than the fat man, so I went in very easily.

Shrinking in the basket, blocking the attack of the insects, but there are already many insects on my body that sting my skin and keep biting me.

I carefully pulled out the insects one by one with my hands, and saw through the gap that the bamboo basket on the fat man's side was shaking, and I knew he was doing the same thing.

Soon, I could no longer see the outside through the gaps in the frame. Numerous insects were crawling on the basket, densely packed. I could hear the sound of their thorny and hairy feet rubbing against the bamboo sticks on the basket. Crackling, crackling, terrifying.

Fatty said: "It's not too late, it's safe for now, let's see if we can get out."

I said to Fatty, "The threshold here is very high, Tibetan temples have built high thresholds, we definitely won't be able to get out like this. . Or we take off the bottom of the basket and go out. We try to let the bottom of the basket follow us, so that even if the insects come in from the bottom of the basket, we can quickly trample to death."

We tried to tear off the bottom of the entire bamboo basket. , but there is no guy, the bamboo basket is very tough, and in such a cold place, we didn't put on our shirts, our whole body was frozen, and we couldn't use our strength. Two holes to stick your feet out.

There was no time to repair the broken bamboo spikes at the entrance of the hole, so we stretched out our feet and moved forward little by little. This method is feasible, but the spikes from the hole kept scratching my ankle, and I was quickly scarred. We moved forward little by little, and we didn't know if Fatty was keeping up. It wasn't until I moved to the door that I asked Fatty how he was doing. I listened to Fatty's voice and found that Fatty was already outside the door.

Fatty's behavior is definitely a lot more reckless than me, but he has thick skin and is not afraid of insect bites. I jumped hard, jumped over the threshold, and came to the yard.

The fat man asked me, "Are we going to leave that lama alone?" I said, "Let's save our lives and talk about it, now where's the time to take care of him." , to the corridor, but all the bugs followed us, no intention of leaving. Fatty said: "It seems that it is not so easy to get rid of them. We can't move down the mountain little by little."

I said to Fatty: "In this situation, nothing is impossible, even if it is going up. When the sword is under the sea of ​​fire, we have to move like this."

Fatty had no choice but to continue to move forward while scolding.

After that, it was very boring. I didn't know how long I walked, stopped, rested, and walked. I only felt that my knees were sore, my back was sore, and my muscles were strained. With a little memory and a little feature that we occasionally saw through the gap, we kept moving towards the gate of the temple until it was dusk when we jumped out of the gate. There was still a long way down the mountain, and by this time I was exhausted, the bamboo baskets couldn't keep warm, and all the skin on my body turned purple from the cold. In addition, this way of advancing is quite exhausting. We have not entered the water and rice for a whole day. I know that if we continue like this, even if we are not killed by insects, we will freeze to death and starve to death.

Going 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 could survive if I rolled down. After all, the only protection we can use is bamboo baskets. If we roll down, as long as our bodies are well protected, 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 follow.

I looked at Fatty through the gap, and it was true, so I quickly picked up the bamboo basket above my head. Fatty's bamboo basket has no insects. All the insects flew to the temple and rushed into the temple gate. It seemed that their range of activity was within the temple gate, and they would never set foot outside the temple gate.

I went over and ripped the bamboo basket off Fatty's head, and found that Fatty had been frozen into a state of unconsciousness. I patted his face and pulled him out of the bamboo basket. Fatty asked in a daze: "Hey, have we already gone to heaven?"

I said, "Maybe our body temperature is too low, they can't feel our temperature."

Fatty trembled: "Not only them , I can't even feel the fat man."

We shrank our bodies, gritted our teeth, kept rubbing our bodies, and slowly walked down the mountain against the cold wind that was close to minus zero. The experience of the past few years has fully exercised my physical fitness and will, otherwise I would never be able to finish 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, and even I was very surprised. After I entered the house, I did not dare to rush to the warmest place in the house, because I was afraid that the sudden change in temperature would cause my blood vessels to burst.

We have been standing at the entrance, waiting for the skin on our bodies to start to feel and feel a tingling sensation before we dare to go in. Going straight to the fireplace, the warm current didn't make us groggy like before, but made all the muscles in my body tremble and twitch, and my skin started to aching hot.

At this point, I was thankful in my heart that it was fortunate that it didn't snow when we went down the mountain.

The waiter on the side was stunned when they saw us like this. I sat down with the fat man, and before he could speak, the fat man fainted directly on my seat cushion. When he fell down, he almost knocked over the heater, and the moment I was helping him, it was dark in front of him, and then nothing happened. Got it.