Chapter 238: Snake Ghost Town · Swamp Demon (Middle)

I woke up at once, and sat up violently, and my head hit the chest of a man. Oops, Aning on the side almost knocked me down into the tree.
The conditional reflection pulled her, and I woke up suddenly, and found myself leaning on the tree, pulling the belt with my hand, and it was already halfway apart. On the side was the digging ground of snake bones, the rain was still falling, and the miner's lamps around My eyes stabbed and couldn't be opened.
Everyone looked at me inexplicably. The snake bones had been covered with waterproof cloth. The miner's lamp was on the surrounding branches. The oil bottle and Pan Zi were sitting there. The fat man was sleeping beside me. . Aning clutched his chest and obviously hurt me.
I realized that I was just dreaming. I took a breath and touched my forehead. It was still wet. I didn't know whether it was cold sweat or rain yesterday.
When did I sleep, I thought about it. I called them down to dig snake bones, but the bones of snakes have been entangled in the vines for at least ten years, and the inside is sturdy. Whenever I came, I took turns to rest. I didn't expect to be too tired all the way. I lay down and fell asleep. The face was still full of rain, just as Aning's saliva was these things.
I smiled embarrassingly, then I stood up, wiped my face and went on to help. Pan Zi asked me over there with no good intentions: "Little Master, what dream did you just have? Take off your pants?"
I photographed him, and I said that this time it was reasonable and I couldn't tell clearly. I couldn't help thinking of the story of the architect and the train. I said that this kind of thing is not just a joke.
Looked at his watch. He didn't have much time to sleep. His body was wet, that is, he squinted for a while. It is easy to have nightmares in shallow sleep, but finally he fell asleep and got a lot better. It ’s also a bit strange to say that this dream is terribly true. It is said that dreams are the subconscious reaction of human beings. I think of some psychological things that Old Tick told me before. Incomparable fear? It turned out to be such a plot in a dream.
Looking back at Aning, she had leaned on the tree trunk and took the rest for me. She closed her eyes and closed her eyes, and she was a bit haggard. However, this made her aggressiveness diminish a lot, and it looked even more. It was feminine, and the twisted face of Aning in the dream overlapped with the present scene, and at once I felt a little bit afraid.
Turning their heads to see their progress, they found that there did not seem to be much progress. The vines were entangled in the bones, and after a lot of tossing, they were shattered. It looks like paper money in ancient times.
I laughed at myself and took a deep breath, and asked Pan Zi what they found? Why not dig anymore.
Pan Zi picked up the miner's lamp on the side and took a picture of the bone. He said that he couldn't get the corpse out. The bones were almost rotten. The bones shattered when they were touched. this thing.
I looked down the light of the miner's lamp, and I saw the depth of the snake bone, where the vines were tangled, there was a bundle of chicken legs, but it was black, and there was a layer of rust on it. Looking closely, it turned out to be three old-fashioned grenades. It has become a whole.
Around the projectile, there was a blackened armed belt. Obviously these three things were inserted into the armed bag and carried on the body.
I looked at it and took a breath of air. I didn't dare to force myself when I walked, and I carefully returned. Pan Zi said to me: "This is what the fat man first discovered. If the fat man's eyes are not poisonous, a few of us may be blown up to heaven now."
I was surprised, "Who is this corpse, and why are you carrying this kind of thing?" Even Wen Jin's team should bring explosives instead of grenades if they want to bring their equipment. This wooden handle old grenade is completely a weapon used in actual combat. It is aimed at killing people. It is basically useless for engineering blasting.
"Do you remember the old lady who decided to lead Dolma and told us that in 1993, after a group of reactionary forces engaged in nationalist splits fled into Qaidam, the militiamen chased deep into the Gobi , This team was missing? "Pan Zi asked me," I think this bone was one of the people at that time, maybe it was a female bandit, maybe it was a family member, they were missing at the time, I think his mother was because of stray This swamp has gone. For more than ten years, this group of people has not reappeared. It should have all died here. "