The huge water flow of the waterfall group was like thunder. Such a close distance sounded particularly shocking. It was difficult to maintain the calmness it should be in this environment. As several old vines broke, their bodies also fell suddenly. If it weren't for the fat man's waist, the three of them would have fallen into the deep pool below.

But now this situation is even more deadly if you can't get up and down. Those "baby" are half-human and half-worms. After this period, their bodies have undergone significant changes, and human characteristics are fewer. The characteristics of insects are becoming more and more prominent. They are already half-worms and half-ghosts, and their ugly faces are afraid to look at them directly.

They are climbing down the cliff from the "gourd mouth" continuously, relying on the suction cup on their bodies and the inverted hooks on their forelimbs, they quickly climbed on the vines and quickly surrounded us.

I hung on the vine with my head facing downwards. The dark green pond water below made me dizzy. I hurriedly struggled to reverse my body. This time, the action was too big. Another vine that caught the three of us broke, and my body fell again, almost stretched my waist. Thanks to Shirley Yang hanging the rock wall with a mountain pickaxe, he temporarily found a focus point.

I smiled bitterly and said, "This time I really poked the hornet's nest." As I said that, I raised M1A1 and shot two half-worms who had already climbed to the top of my head. One of them rubbed against my body when they fell down. I felt a fishy smell that made me sick. I quickly pressed my body against the cliff so that I could not be driven by its whereabouts. Following it, I rolled into the deep pool and fell into the water from such a high place. It was not a joke. If the water depth was not enough, it was no different from jumping off a building.

Shirley Yang hung on the cliff and shouted to me: "Old Hu, these vine baskets can't last long, so you have to quickly transfer them to the plank road."

I replied, "That's it, but this is a life-threatening thing. Please ask your God to appear and create some miracles."

After saying that, I turned around and looked at the fat man beside me. He didn't dare to open his eyes at all on the high ground. He grabbed two or three of them and the old vine tightly. The safety rope on his waist was stretched straight, and the rock nails on it were probably no longer able to hold on to his weight. The gravel stone foam and plant mud were falling down.

The plank road was originally slanted below us, but after the sudden drop just now, it was almost parallel. However, the distance of a few meters in the middle was the reverse slope, and no grass grew. If you want to go there, you can only grab the vine basket and the mountain climbing rope, swing left and right like a pendulum, accumulate this power, and finally swing it on the plank road in one fell swoop.

I handed Shirley Yang the M1A1 submachine gun: "You cover me, I'll get the fat man over first, and then you, I'll put it behind." In this case, Shirley Yang climbed on a thick vine with one hand, pressed the stock with one hand, and put the barrel on the mountaineering pick hanging on the rock wall to shoot. From time to time, he changed the angle and knocked down the "people" who were climbing nearby.

I hung my backpack onto the fat man, raised my feet and kicked him in the butt. When the fat man was kicked, I immediately understood what I wanted and shouted: "I am here to fight back, not ******* to do acrobatics..."

Before he finished speaking, the fat man had already swung his way toward the plank road with a tremolo, but due to insufficient strength, the swinging range was less than 30 degrees and then it swung back. The vine that the fat man grabbed was cut by a layer of sharp rocks, and the two ticacas trees were broken at the same time. The climbing rope was tighter and it was about to break.

I knew that I had to do my best this time, with only one mountaineering rope, which was hard to withstand the fat man and the heavy bag of equipment, and there was only one last chance left. If I didn’t have enough strength, I had to go to the river to catch him.

At this moment, I suddenly heard the typewriter-like straping sound of M1A1. It was estimated that Shirley Yang's ammunition had been exhausted, and the remaining drums were in the backpack. There was no way to reload the bullets on this cliff. At this moment, it became a igniting moment. I immediately started to rush to the side and then to the limit, grabbed Lao Teng and kicked the fat man's **** with both feet.

I used too much force, and my mind was blank. I could only hear the fat man's "scream" sound in my ears. At the same time as the climbing rope was broken, the fat man had already landed on the stone slab of the plank road, but his thighs were still hanging in the air of the broken plank road. The plank road, which was originally not close to us, was crushed by him at this time.

The ancient "plank road" closest to our location was built when the "Tomb of King Xian" was built. It was built in a spiral shape from top to bottom, surrounded by cliffs and cliffs. When we entered the valley, we had seen dikes that cut off the water flow. During the construction, these waterfalls were intercepted, so some "plank roads" had passed through here, and later they must have been destroyed by the waterfall. Therefore, this section was a broken road. The fat man smashed a few stone slabs, but finally climbed up. He lay on the ground and was in a terrifying state. Half of his life was left, and he kept chanting "Amitabha".

I helped the fat man to the "plank road", but with too much force, one of the last two rattan baskets that I rely on for support broke, and the only one left could break at any time. I looked up and looked at Shirley Yang. She turned the butt of M1A1 and knocked down a man who grabbed her shoulder. On the green cliff, the abominable insects seemed to have laid a thick layer of white maggots on it, forming a crescent-shaped encirclement, which had wrapped the two of us.

I jumped up tightly, hooked an old vine on the side with my hand, and shouted to Shirley Yang, "It's time for you to go, go quickly." This was not the time to be humble. Shirley Yang put his foot on his feet and swayed his body towards the plank road. It was the first time that he didn't have enough strength and needed to repeatedly swing to accumulate strength. Seeing this, I wanted to use the same trick again and raise my foot to kick her ass.

Shirley Yang also raised his feet, supported me, and used the force to bounce towards the "plank road", then let go and landed next to the fat man. At this time, the fat man had come back to his senses, took out another "Chicago typewriter" from his backpack, and shot the "pets" around me one by one into the deep pool one by one.

However, although M1A1 has strong firepower, it is like a drop in the bucket here. It cannot stop waves of half-human and half-worm monsters like a tide. However, there may be secret materials for insect prevention and ant prevention on the ancient plank road. These guys are not close to the "plank road", but they are all rushing towards me.

I threw away my engineer shovel and mountaineering pickaxe while swimming. I only had a Russian paratrooper knife on my body, which was difficult to use on this cliff. I had to pull up the mountaineering pickaxe that Shirley Yang inserted on the cliff and chopped it around.

Under the cover of Fatty and Shirley Yang Shuangqin, although I had no worries about my life for the time being, I was surrounded and wanted to protect myself. I had no time to escape and swim onto the "plank road".

Shirley Yang had an idea and was about to throw the rope over to pick me up, but at this time the vine basket I climbed had been chewed off. Although these thousand-year-old vines were relatively crisp, they were very tough. Those "people" were like a group of mad dogs who had lost their minds. They didn't care about the barbs in their mouths being broken, and they wouldn't let go if they bite the rattan.

At this critical moment of life and death, I realized that the old vine slackened and before my body could start to fall, I jumped to the side and grabbed another vine. But in this way, I was a little further away from the "plank road".

As soon as my hand grabbed the vine, a "sweet man" with red eyes suddenly jumped down the air, just hanging on my back, and opened four big barbed mouths, and bit them at the back of my head. I felt the wind was so good that I thought it wasn't good. If I was bitten, the four weird mouths could wrap my head in. I hurriedly turned my head and bit it empty.

The mountaineering pickaxe I used as a weapon was bitten by another "shelf" and could not resist the attack behind me. My head turned to one side, but I did not get rid of the attack range of the "shelf" holding me on my back. It turned around and bit me. I could not avoid it. Seeing the pink flesh thorn in the monster's mouth, I just ran to my face to bite.

A string of M1A1 bullets flew over the back of my neck. The "sexy" head behind me was knocked off with my neck. I only felt a heat on my neck, and a lot of worm blood was splashed on the back of my head.

I didn't care whether it was a fat man or a Shirley Yang shot. But the shooter who saved my life must have considered that if he shot the insect head, it would definitely put poisonous blood into my mouth, so he used accurate shooting method to cut off its neck. Although Shirley Yang's gun shot was also excellent, her shooting lacked a ruthless force and could hit the vitals directly. Moreover, if he was so accurate, he should be a fat man.

The climbing pick in my hand was bitten firmly by the worm's mouth. He was trying to throw it off with great force. Suddenly, three "sex people" jumped off the cliff, imitating the one that had been knocked off the head and rushed towards me directly. Two of them were killed by Shirley Yang and Fatty M1A1 in the air, and the remaining one was caught and jumped onto my back.

There was still a headless insect corpse behind me that could not be thrown off. Now there was another living one. The vine in my hand could no longer bear it and it broke immediately. Almost at the same time, supporting my firepower, knocking the second insect head into pieces, but I lost the center of gravity. Two headless insect corpses hung behind me, flipping backwards in the air and falling down.

I only heard the sound of water roaring in my ears. Because the upper body is too heavy and the head is heavy and the feet are light, I fall straight into the deep pool. I am in the air, and everything I see is dark green in my eyes. I can tell where I can tell the difference between the southeast, west and north. There is only a round sky light shaking. The vertical cliffs around extend under form an iron wall. At this moment, I feel like I fell into a large green funnel, my whole body is cold, and I feel like I fall alone into the eighteenth floor of the dark cave, infinitely far away from the world.
Chapter completed!