Chapter 283: Snake Ghost Town · Third Night: A Snoop

There is no lighting around me. The branch is a closed space and a dead corner. It is difficult to see the inside under this light. I stared at the eyes and only felt the tightness of the throat for a while. Forgetting the reaction, he stared straight at him.
After looking at each other for a few seconds, I realized that it was wrong. The blood red of this eye does not seem to be diffused by ordinary blood, but it is really stained by "blood". The blood color even oozes out of the eye socket, and the eye does not blink at all. Solidified in general.
Living people can not move, but they can't help blinking. This is a common sense, and I immediately wondered.
Fumbled over the body, and took out a few fire folds, unscrewed the waterproof reed rod, and hit it carefully to the square hole.
Close to the opening, the situation inside was taken out. At first glance, the whole person exploded, and it was completely cold from the forehead to the sole of the foot.
What came into my eyes was a grim, strange face, which was a little swollen. This could not even be said as a face, because his chin was gone, and the lower part of the entire face did not know what was torn off. The flesh is vague, the whole tongue is hanging outside, there is no chin connection, the tongue comes out directly from the throat, it looks very long, like a rotten snake.
This is a dead person. I felt vomiting at once, and finally I could hold it back, and I felt a horror.
Looking at this person's hair style and equipment, he is obviously also the third uncle's person. He hasn't died for a long time. He should have been flushed into the pile of branches. But if this is a dead person, who was calling me just now?
I immediately looked at the corpse again. At this time, the fire fold was burnt out, and the grim face hidden into darkness again. I only saw the blood-red eyes staring at me with resentment.
All the goose bumps on my body got up and looked around. This is a black-painted underground water pool. There is no other person around me, and I haven't heard any movement of anyone just now.
Came down with cold sweat, my neck was a little bit stiff, and suddenly realized that something was wrong, something strange must have happened here, I can't stay here anymore, I must take the fat man away immediately anyway.
After taking a deep breath, I crawled back, untied the few strong vines left on my waist, wrapped it around my waist, and leaned down, grabbing the fat man's hand and pulling it up.
The fat man is too heavy, and his clothes are soaked with water, which is like a lead block. I only have one foot to work, and I dragged it a few times, almost immobile, and almost I had to slide down again.
I immediately knew that there was no way to pull it by hand. I looked around and saw that the fat man was still attached to the simple trailer I made. I tied the vine of the bracket to the vine on my body and hit it with a wooden stick. A set of sleeves was put under the fat man's armpit, made a stretcher handle-like thing across his armpit, and the other end was propped on the ground, so he used his weight and strength to grind his teeth up like a yellow river tracker.
This is the triangle mechanics in architecture. At that time, the teacher taught us how to use a stick and a rope to match our own weight to make a traction spreader. There are also such courses in Gongmin Construction.
It ’s much better with the help of my weight. I grabbed the vines and ran into the well a little bit. The fat man in the water lifted me up little by little, and finally lifted most of me out of the water. , But at this time the vines around my waist almost buckled me into a nunchaku.
I found a thicker stone gap, stuck my spare wooden stick in it, put the vine around my waist, fixed the fat man, and then crawled back into the water, lifted the fat man's feet up, dragged over Reached the safe area, and then untied the vine trailer on his body. Seeing that there was no abnormality in the pile of branches, he was given CPR immediately.
I have not received professional training, and the movements are all from the series. I only remember that if the heart stops, the limit time is eight minutes. There is a high possibility of rescuing within eight minutes. Now the fat man has a weak pulse and weak breathing. This should be a symptom of poisoning, and it is not known whether CPR is useful.
Did a few tricks, and didn't know if it was right, so I could only do it with my scalp, and pressed it for less than two or three minutes. Suddenly the fat man coughed, and the whole person twitched, and spit out a ball of yellow water. Then he took a deep breath and his chest began to rise and fall, but after only a breath or two, he rolled his eyes again and his breathing weakened again.
I looked at the blood hole on his neck. Obviously, the poisonous snake was really powerful. The weight of this bite was accurate. The fat man was like a waste person. He would never die. I took off my clothes, drew some water in the sink, cut his wound with a dagger, washed it to release black blood, and then continued to press him on the chest so that he could persevere while wondering what should be done.
Only pressed twice, and I suddenly heard another murmur from behind, also in the pile of branches.
In a hurry, I didn't hear what was said clearly, but it sounded familiar to me, and this time scared me stiffly, and I turned back suddenly, using a flashlight to look after the hole I dug in the branch.
Vaguely saw the blood-red corpse's eyes still looking at me dullly, cold and cold, looking extremely uncomfortable, and what made my scalp explode was that I saw the corpse's tongue moving.